02-22-2018, 03:19 PM
Cursing and mature content ahead!
OOC: I warned you :|
”Shit!” he curses underneath his breath when hearing the dulled – yet still overly loud – music coming from the parking lot. Why the fuck had he agreed to do this? Nuage is still standing in front of his crappy too small mirror as his hand reach for his cell, typing a quick message to Nihlus. Blindly he tosses the device on his bed again, eyes moving to the mirror once again. Fuck, fuck, fuck! This won’t do. For the nth time that day Nuage strips himself out of his clothes, these – too – wouldn’t do. A pair of dark grey skinnies, though Nu makes sure they not too tight (something like not shocking the in-laws too much), and white tee has to do. ”Curse you, Nih.”
Two minutes, that must be a new record. It is not a secret to both that he is always late. Not overly late, just an average five to ten minutes, max. He simply cannot help it, a last glance in the mirror would always have him at least change something about his appearance, never was it good enough, or more like, Nuage always feared he was looking like an idiot. He had long ago stopped to ask Nihlus, as the guy usually would sneakily remark that he looked the best naked. And that was definitely not an option today.
He is quick to hurry around the truck and slips almost silently into the chevy. Well, except for the loud slam, but fuck you Nihlus, for making me do this. A kiss it all it takes for Nuage to throw all his reservations out the window. ”You’re so cheesy,” he mutters as if he is complaining, barely loud enough to be audible and while he glances away flustered. Nih always did that, shutting him up and making him forget why he was annoyed in the first place, and Nuage kept falling for it over and over again. Not that he is complaining, Nihlus’ lips just are fucking amazing. Even with the horrible taste of the cigarette still lingering, but he – they both do – knows he would never tell the other male that he should quit smoking.
The question is met with another huff, a roll of his eyes and a prompt shift to stare out of the side window. ”Whatever, just let’s get over with it..” He is so not looking forward to this, but he has to admit, Nih makes up for a lot of the shit he was about to face. The touch relaxes him, simply knowing – feeling – that his boyfriend is there put him at ease, a little.
Ease that is quick to go away once they drive into the parking lot. Nuage’s eyes widen and his mouth is close to dropping open. These aren’t just a few cars, the goddamn parking lot was practically full with cars. ”Fuck you!” Nuage spits at a grinning Nihlus, slamming the door of the truck way harder than was necessary. He is almost stomping as he moves around to meet the taller man in front of his car, hands on his hips as his eyes are staring up at Nihlus angrily. ”No, you li-“ The kiss shuts him up completely, and effectively silences his angry rant.
Even when they walk into the house he’s still gooey, somewhat lightheaded too, but nevertheless cursing Nihlus in his mind. Cursing himself, too, for letting the Nih influence him like this. His hand is clam and sweaty in Nihlus’, and Nuage wants nothing more than pulling himself free of the hold. Fuck this shit. He wasn’t ready for this, and there were too much goddamn people here. He grumbles another curse directed at his boyfriend while presses closer against Nihlus’ side, kind of wanting to hide himself into the taller and broader male.
So fucking contradicting. And Nihlus is to blame for all.
His free right hand quickly slips into his jeans’ pocket, in an attempt to hide how much it is shaking. He silently follows along, allowing Nihlus to guide him though the gathered crowd, and never really looking up to meet anybody’s eyes. Thankfully Nih didn’t bother to introduce him to everybody, and although Nuage felt incredibly uncomfortable, the large amount of people kind of made him able to hide between them.
The only time Nuage looks up is when Nihlus lets go of his hand. His eyes widen in shock, searching for the gaze of his boyfriend to silently question him, but Nih doesn’t have eyes for him. Instead he focusses on a man called Brennen. A quick glance is enough for Nuage to look away again, he had no fucking interest to watch hís man so close and comfortable with another.
Nuage tucks his left hand – suddenly cold now it is not being held anymore – into his pocket too. He stands there silently, though making sure to stay close to Nihlus. His eyes are downcast, and he only occasionally glances around to skim the mob of people around him. He’s so lost in thought that when Nih’s hand suddenly claps his own again, he is startled by it. Instantly Nuage jerks his head up, eyes wide as he looks up to Nihlus’ face, only to want to be able to sink into a hole in the ground right after.
Uuuh. Fuck. ”Uhm, hi..” he mumbles as his face is paling, eyes flashing from one unfamiliar face to the next, unable to hold any of their gazes. They’re only being kind, or so he tells himself, showing polite interest. His cheeks are flushed, and Nuage practically pushes himself into Nihlus’ frame. ”It’s.. nice to meet you all too” he manages to reply, the corners of his mouth curling up into a weak smile. Well, congrats Nu, that’s the best introduction ever. Well done. Not.
He is thankful to be pulled and guided away from Nihlus’ family, only now realising how much his clammy hand is shaking. With both his hands free now he crosses them in front of his chest, leaning back against the counter while watching Nihlus work. ”Yeah right..” he mumbles unimpressed, knowing damn well that he was one fucking disaster. Why did Nih put up with him in the first place? Not that Nu would ever question him out loud, too fucking scared of the idea that the other man might leave him.
Just when he thought the worst was over, Nihlus of course has to prove him wrong. For a second Nuage stares at the redhead, then lifts his glass to take a big gulp from the mix Nihlus made him. Instantly the alcohol burns in his throat and Nu has to blink his eyes a couple of times to prevent them tearing up. Damn, that was strong. Nih must have done that on purpose. Anyway, the rush of warmth did feel good, and Nuage is thankful as he presses himself into Nihlus’ side. ”Hi man” he greets his brother-in-law and extends his free hand towards him in a man-to-man greeting. Something he baffles himself with, yet he finds himself more at ease this close to Nihlus, with booze in his hand and less people in the room.
Once they are alone again, Nuage grands Nihlus a ‘thank you’ by elbowing the taller man in his side. ”What the fuck was that for?” he grumbles underneath his breath, turning to half-heartedly glare up. His lips are pressed in a line, but the flush still more than clear on his cheeks. Yet, he knows that there is no way he can stay mad with Nihlus long, so why fucking bother?
”Since we’re here now anyway, care to show me around?” Because, secretly, Nuage is pretty damn excited to explore such a prominent place in Nihlus’ life. And, hopefully, there would be plenty of little dark backrooms for them to enjoy themselves in too.
Two minutes, that must be a new record. It is not a secret to both that he is always late. Not overly late, just an average five to ten minutes, max. He simply cannot help it, a last glance in the mirror would always have him at least change something about his appearance, never was it good enough, or more like, Nuage always feared he was looking like an idiot. He had long ago stopped to ask Nihlus, as the guy usually would sneakily remark that he looked the best naked. And that was definitely not an option today.
He is quick to hurry around the truck and slips almost silently into the chevy. Well, except for the loud slam, but fuck you Nihlus, for making me do this. A kiss it all it takes for Nuage to throw all his reservations out the window. ”You’re so cheesy,” he mutters as if he is complaining, barely loud enough to be audible and while he glances away flustered. Nih always did that, shutting him up and making him forget why he was annoyed in the first place, and Nuage kept falling for it over and over again. Not that he is complaining, Nihlus’ lips just are fucking amazing. Even with the horrible taste of the cigarette still lingering, but he – they both do – knows he would never tell the other male that he should quit smoking.
The question is met with another huff, a roll of his eyes and a prompt shift to stare out of the side window. ”Whatever, just let’s get over with it..” He is so not looking forward to this, but he has to admit, Nih makes up for a lot of the shit he was about to face. The touch relaxes him, simply knowing – feeling – that his boyfriend is there put him at ease, a little.
Ease that is quick to go away once they drive into the parking lot. Nuage’s eyes widen and his mouth is close to dropping open. These aren’t just a few cars, the goddamn parking lot was practically full with cars. ”Fuck you!” Nuage spits at a grinning Nihlus, slamming the door of the truck way harder than was necessary. He is almost stomping as he moves around to meet the taller man in front of his car, hands on his hips as his eyes are staring up at Nihlus angrily. ”No, you li-“ The kiss shuts him up completely, and effectively silences his angry rant.
Even when they walk into the house he’s still gooey, somewhat lightheaded too, but nevertheless cursing Nihlus in his mind. Cursing himself, too, for letting the Nih influence him like this. His hand is clam and sweaty in Nihlus’, and Nuage wants nothing more than pulling himself free of the hold. Fuck this shit. He wasn’t ready for this, and there were too much goddamn people here. He grumbles another curse directed at his boyfriend while presses closer against Nihlus’ side, kind of wanting to hide himself into the taller and broader male.
So fucking contradicting. And Nihlus is to blame for all.
His free right hand quickly slips into his jeans’ pocket, in an attempt to hide how much it is shaking. He silently follows along, allowing Nihlus to guide him though the gathered crowd, and never really looking up to meet anybody’s eyes. Thankfully Nih didn’t bother to introduce him to everybody, and although Nuage felt incredibly uncomfortable, the large amount of people kind of made him able to hide between them.
The only time Nuage looks up is when Nihlus lets go of his hand. His eyes widen in shock, searching for the gaze of his boyfriend to silently question him, but Nih doesn’t have eyes for him. Instead he focusses on a man called Brennen. A quick glance is enough for Nuage to look away again, he had no fucking interest to watch hís man so close and comfortable with another.
Nuage tucks his left hand – suddenly cold now it is not being held anymore – into his pocket too. He stands there silently, though making sure to stay close to Nihlus. His eyes are downcast, and he only occasionally glances around to skim the mob of people around him. He’s so lost in thought that when Nih’s hand suddenly claps his own again, he is startled by it. Instantly Nuage jerks his head up, eyes wide as he looks up to Nihlus’ face, only to want to be able to sink into a hole in the ground right after.
Uuuh. Fuck. ”Uhm, hi..” he mumbles as his face is paling, eyes flashing from one unfamiliar face to the next, unable to hold any of their gazes. They’re only being kind, or so he tells himself, showing polite interest. His cheeks are flushed, and Nuage practically pushes himself into Nihlus’ frame. ”It’s.. nice to meet you all too” he manages to reply, the corners of his mouth curling up into a weak smile. Well, congrats Nu, that’s the best introduction ever. Well done. Not.
He is thankful to be pulled and guided away from Nihlus’ family, only now realising how much his clammy hand is shaking. With both his hands free now he crosses them in front of his chest, leaning back against the counter while watching Nihlus work. ”Yeah right..” he mumbles unimpressed, knowing damn well that he was one fucking disaster. Why did Nih put up with him in the first place? Not that Nu would ever question him out loud, too fucking scared of the idea that the other man might leave him.
Just when he thought the worst was over, Nihlus of course has to prove him wrong. For a second Nuage stares at the redhead, then lifts his glass to take a big gulp from the mix Nihlus made him. Instantly the alcohol burns in his throat and Nu has to blink his eyes a couple of times to prevent them tearing up. Damn, that was strong. Nih must have done that on purpose. Anyway, the rush of warmth did feel good, and Nuage is thankful as he presses himself into Nihlus’ side. ”Hi man” he greets his brother-in-law and extends his free hand towards him in a man-to-man greeting. Something he baffles himself with, yet he finds himself more at ease this close to Nihlus, with booze in his hand and less people in the room.
Once they are alone again, Nuage grands Nihlus a ‘thank you’ by elbowing the taller man in his side. ”What the fuck was that for?” he grumbles underneath his breath, turning to half-heartedly glare up. His lips are pressed in a line, but the flush still more than clear on his cheeks. Yet, he knows that there is no way he can stay mad with Nihlus long, so why fucking bother?
”Since we’re here now anyway, care to show me around?” Because, secretly, Nuage is pretty damn excited to explore such a prominent place in Nihlus’ life. And, hopefully, there would be plenty of little dark backrooms for them to enjoy themselves in too.
OOC: I warned you :|
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