Post by NICHOLAS VINCENT LOVE on Jun 12, 2011 20:54:24 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://www.piccolecreazioni.com/velvetfactory/images/you/pattern/01/pattern_18_a.jpg); border: 10px solid #57AFEB;-moz-border-radius:20px;-webkit-border-radius:20px; padding:10px;] seal my heart and break my pride Eyes wide, pupils dilated, Nicholas pressed his car into park and took a deep breath, throwing his head back against the headrest. He was in for a long week of exhausted, sleep deprivation. But it was worth it for the high. Nicholas was old enough to know better. Twenty three was certainly old enough to know better about a lot of things that Nicholas was still in the dark about. For starters, how to differentiate between love and lust. Yanking his keys from ignition, Nicholas got out of his car and stepped into the cold, concrete parking garage of his apartment. Slowly, like a child distracted by the world, he made his way over to the elevator and pressed the UP button. He wanted to get into bed. He already wanted to sleep but he knew he was days away from even a nap. And after that, he would be able to sleep for as long as he wanted, undisturbed by dreams of any sort and just swirling in an inky world of nothing, of perfection. The elevator opened and Nicholas stepped in, pressing the button for his own floor and then running his fingers over all the other buttons for good measure. It sounded like fun, stopping on every single floor between the garage and his apartment. Between here and Devlyn. Nicholas wondered if Devlyn was awake, if he was waiting for Nicholas, if he even cared. But Nicholas was being stupid. Of course Devlyn cared. Devlyn was always the one to wait that extra hour for Nicholas to show up and then wrap his arms around Nicholas like a blanket. Nicholas never did that, even though he knew that he should. Nicholas never waited for Devlyn to arrive home, even if he didn't need to guess--if he already knew--that Devlyn would smell strongly of whiskey and Jack Daniel's. Nicholas never let Devlyn fall into his protection while Devlyn slept off a drunken stupour. Nicholas never even thanked Devlyn for noticing when Nicholas came home. Nicholas knew that he should, but he never did. Before he knew it, Nicholas was being dumped onto his floor, though it'd only felt like a moment had passed since he'd pressed every single button in the elevator. Nicholas padded down the hallway, his white cowboy boots muffled by the thin carpet. Nicholas wanted Devlyn. He wanted to stay a long sleepless night curled up next to Devlyn, knowing that he wasn't alone even though everyone else seemed to be sleeping. But that wasn't all he wanted Devlyn for. He wondered if Devlyn would still be wide awake, hoping for the same thing that Nicholas was hoping for. Turning the key in the lock, Nicholas pushed open the door of the apartment, disappointed to find it so dark. All of the lights were off as far as Nicholas could tell. It didn't matter though. Nicholas was still going to go into Devlyn's bedroom, still crawl into bed next to his best friend. He took his time peeling off his boots and his black jacket. In all honesty, he was half-nervous that Devlyn would be uncharacteristically asleep, though Nicholas wouldn't blame him if he were. It was already four thirty. Half an hour had passed since Nicholas had gotten home, he'd taken so long on the elevator, dillydallying like it was his job. But Nicholas wanted what he wanted and pretty soon, he'd have to find Devlyn. Nicholas padded through the apartment on mismatched socks, quietly pushing Devlyn's door open to see his best friend, fast asleep in bed, the covers thrown off of him and snarled at the foot of his bed. Nicholas dipped his head in disappointment, though he'd secretly known all along that there was no way Devlyn would wait until four thirty for Nicholas to arrive home. Quietly, he padded across the room and grabbed all of the blankets, untangling them and climbing under them, still dressed. He wanted Devlyn to wake up. He wanted Devlyn to be with him. Instead of waking him, though, Nicholas pressed himself against Devlyn's front, wrapping his arms around his friend's neck like a baby monkey and burrowing his head into Devlyn's shoulder. Wake up, he thought, wondering if Devlyn would somehow be able to hear him in his brain, even in his sleep. Please wake up. Nicholas wasn't sure how long he stayed like that, wishing that Devlyn would magically awaken, but his mind drifted away to when they were still just teenagers and Nicholas could still pull the same stunt. He could sneak into Devlyn's house late at night, steal up into his bedroom and wake Devlyn up for whatever he wanted. As much as Nicholas was straight, he sure as fuck loved being protected by Devlyn. He loved the fact that Devlyn was always there, always ready for when Nicholas was. It didn't matter to Devlyn that Nicholas slept with every girl he could, or at least, Nicholas didn't think it mattered to Devlyn. There was the fact that when Devlyn was very drunk, he tried to refer to Nicholas as his boyfriend, but really, that was just the alcohol talking. Nicholas closed his sleepless eyes, tightening his grip around Devlyn, this time tangling his own legs with Devlyn's. words / 877 wearing / here muse / gooooood! notes / goth detectives ftw credits / this template is made by cazicat?! so please don't steal. the lyrics are from mumford and sons and the banner is noel fielding. the background is from velvet factory. |