𝗺𝗰𝘆𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀 [𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁,𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳,𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁]

dreamnap [smut/angst] 🖤❤️

"nick open the door," clay said as he reached for the doorknob. nick hasn't come out his room in three weeks. and clay just wants him to be okay.

he knows nick is hurting mentally. he knows he is under a lot of pressure that he can't keep up with. but nick used to be like that right? no way he's that low again.

clay remembers the day when he saw nick starting to feel this way. they were in an argument because nick hated that he moved in with his best friend and can't even go anywhere with him. he wanted dream to get this damn face reveal out the way, he wanted to spend time with the person he loves.

"what's the point of me being here if you don't want to actually have fun? i'd be better off dead!" nick stormed out of the living room going into his bedroom.

that was the last day clay saw his face until now. clay wishes that he would have said something before nick stormed off. he wishes that he could have caught nick falling down before he hit rock bottom.

nick saying he wanted to go out with clay was a cry for help, he wanted to try to start feeling something, anything again.

clay knocked on his door everyday. sometimes leaving a tray of food for nick, he sometimes took it but he mostly left it there.

clay has been trying to talk through the door to get some kind of response. but no, nothing.

but what if clay admitted his true feelings for nick? maybe nick would finally start listening to him. they both knew that their friendship was a little to deep to be 'just friends' but they continued.

"nick please, open the door". he pleaded. he heard crying on the other side of the door.

"please," clay whispered.

the door slowly unlocked. clay slowly walked in, taking in the scene. it was pretty bad. the room was wrecked. then he turned to see nick laying in bed.

it brought tears to his eyes to see how miserable nick looked. clay slowly closed the door behind him and walked to sit down on nicks bed which was were he was laying.

he caressed nicks cheek, nick looked at him with his hazel eyes and just blinked.

"nick, why didn't you tell me it was getting bad again?"

nicks eyes just filled with water immediately, "because, i was going to leave soon and i didn't want you to think it was your fault, so i distanced myself,"

clay laid down next to nick, running his fingers through the others hair, "you can't leave me, i can't have you leaving," tears started to run down both of there faces.

"i- i can't take it anymore clay, i really can't," he sobbed into clay chest, "im trying so hard, my pocket knife is probably tired by now,"

clay stoped immediately, he slowly separated them so he can reach of nicks arm. he slowly lifted up nicks sleeve.

when he saw them he didn't scream or yell. he simply gave a sad smile, he kissed nicks forehead, "thank you for trusting me to see. can you show me where your pocket knife is?"

"no,"

"why not?"

"i still need it. just in case," nick started sobbing again, clay pulled him in tight.

clay realized that nick needs a little more time to settle. so he gave him that. he let nick ball his eyes out. he let nick punch him on the chest because of the anger. he let talk for as long as he needed. he let nick finally get to open the door to his heart.

still in the bed, clay whispered, "nick, you know i love you right?," he picked up nicks arm and kissed down all the harsh cuts, making his way up to kiss nicks lips, and nick kissed back.