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quiet padding, sounds from a tiled kitchen floor. naim walks from the sink to his wooden kitchen table, which held his phone.
naim sits in the gently blurred blue-hued darkness of his house, with tensions rising: scared to turn a light on and alert anyone (or anything) of his presence.
mom has church stuff late so its just him at home tonight. which would normally be fine, lest for the demon that may or may not have been cursed upon him.
suddenly, he hears a tap. and something catches his eye. based off of the new town he’s in there should be nothing but trees outside. but he cant seem to see outside at all. just outside his screen door, which is conveniently attached to his kitchen, is ryan. just standing there.
he pads quickly over to the door, and gives him a cautious look.
“why’ve you come here. its the middle of the night”
“and you’re awake” ryan says in that tone only the real ryan uses with him. his shoulders relax. “ive been so put off by all this. i didnt wanna be alone”
“so you put yourself outside in the dark?”
“i wanted to sleep with you tonight”
“in my room” he says, with a tinge of question in his voice
“in your bed”
“ryan…” he says under his breath
“if i didn’t come here would you’ve been alone?”
“yeah.”
“so why don’t i”
naim gives him a final once over, and unlocks the door for him.
he turns and they make their way to his room. naim talks while he walks, as they get to the door frame “you weren’t planning on sleeping in jeans were you?”
“not exactly” he says, stopping awfully close to naim’s face. he walks in and kicks his shoes off by one of his bed-posts, leaning on his dresser.
naim goes and grabs his hoodie from a chair in the nearby kitchen, as ryan takes in what little he can see of naim’s dark-cast room.
eventually he comes back, setting it down on his nightstand, ryan walks up to him from behind, as naim begins to speak
“do you wanna sit?” he says, voice not quite shaking, but not quite steady.
“no”
ryan leans in and kisses naim, sliding his hands from naim’s shoulders, slowly down his arms, feeling the ridges of his elbows, the crease of his wrist, into his hands.
“mm..” naim hums into the kisses, fiddling with the silver-wrapped fingers placed into his own.
ryan’s hands move behind his arms to cup naim’s hips, fondling at his lower back, and pulling him toward his bed.
he sits them both down and pulls away, naim sitting there, lips pink and his heart racing, as ryan guides him down, further into the bed.
ryan straddles naim, putting his hands over his wrists, kissing him, eating at his lips, licking into his mouth.
one of ryan’s hands drops from his wrists pinned by naim’s head to unbutton his fly and slide that very same hand into his boxers.
a shaky whimper leaves him, his eyes squeeze shut, and he feigns a relaxed hand over the one moving in & out of his pants.
“uh-uh- mh-.” he lets out embarrassingly easily “ryan-“
he feels ryan’s forehead drop to his chest, kissing under his eyes, and on his nose, moving his face slowly into the crook of his neck, feeling his mouth plant onto one spot and milk it. prickling, teeth dragging closer and further, numbing.
shallow breathes and heavy heaves leave him as ryan’s wrist fails to falter. he opens his eyes slowly, and is met with ryan’s shallow gaze. eyes unfocused, clouded with lust. god he wasn’t even the one being touched, just pleasuring naim was putting him in a relaxed arousal.
he lifts his head up and looks him in the eyes, his neck craning as his body and chest lye flat. he faces ryan with a pouty and blissed expression, ryan lowers his face, just opening his mouth and breathing into naim’s own open mouth.
naim spreads his legs and ryan shifts to sit more comfortably in between them, his hips grind against the back of naim’s clothed thigh, letting out a low groan.
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a white box fan naim had put up in the corner of his room whirring alongside crickets filling the rich forest surrounding his house, sounds filtering through his ajar window.
a cool breeze finds his foot, traveling up the side of his body, airing out the smell of sex and spit.
ryan, who once was heady and pushy, is now power sleeping on his chest. jeans strewn onto the floor, in only his boxers and a hiked up wrinkled white long-sleeve.
naim on the other hand is just in his boxers, which would have his nimble body freezing, if it weren’t for the heated body of the teenager above him.
he observes the sleeping boy, with an arm curled around his neck, ryan breathing onto his collarbone. he smiles sluggishly, winding a finger slowly across the side of his scalp, ruffling in his curls.
he stares off into the ceiling, thinking to himself. how long can they go on with this. days are getting longer, more eventful, and more and each of these days its the same thing. they meet, they hookup, something bad happens, the entity gets closer to killing them both. how long until they both die. they stop seeing each other?
he’s ripped from his spiral as he feels ryan stir on top of him, shifting to move his head from his shoulder to his chest.
“hey” he whispers groggily, eyes still closed, taking his time to connect to his surroundings and wake up.
“hey” naim says back, grateful he has something to take his mind off worrying.
he slowly props himself up on his hands and kisses naim slowly. a gentle closed mouth kiss, pulling away slowly to drag it out and watch him chase his lips, only to repeat the same thing again. loving how needed he is by someone.
until naim gently holds him by his throat, stopping him
“how long until this is over.”
“whats over?”
“running from the thing.”
“we’ll find a way to get rid of it..”
“you say that, but its been days. its only getting quicker, and more convincing.”
“we’ll find a way, naim.”
“will we? when.”
“when we have the chance. now calm down..”
ryan leans back down again, cuddled up onto him.
“it cant hurt either of us right now, we’re together” he purrs into naim.
“right now it cant. but later? when you leave?”
“we’ve survived this long, and im not going anywhere for awhile. im tired..” he nuzzles against him, soothing naim enough to drop his shoulders and move his hand to ryans back.
they readjust, and grow drowsy together. after awhile of silence, naim speaks.
“you promise everything’ll be okay..?”
“i promise you. you’re fast on your feet”
“don’t say that..”
he laughs slowly under his breath “‘ts true.”
they slowly fall asleep together, tangled in each others limbs. as scary as an evil spirit called fourth upon by the church to spite yourself is, maybe with you, it might not be so bad.