one shot collection

homies

dreamnap

"clay!" the younger boy shouts as he gets hit by another arrow, finishing him off, "i told you i was low!"
"aww," the blond taunts, "wittle baby nick can't even defend himself."
"dude, i had so many levels.."

clay reaches over to pinch his best friend's cheek, effectively annoying him more.

"ow! why do you always do that, asshole?"
"your cheeks are so chubby and cute, i just can't help it," he wheezes, quickly retracting his hand.
"shut up," nick pouts, a noticeable blush appearing on his face.

the two besties always tease and annoy each other, playfighting and arguing over the smallest of things. though, they never get mad for real. the only major argument they've had was years ago, as preteens. nick thought he'd never speak to the blond-haired boy again, but it didn't take long for them both to come running back to each other.

looking back at it, he's overjoyed that his past self made that decision. with clay, he's gotten through plenty of life's hardships, and they've had endless fun at the same time. countless nights of staying up late watching horror movies, sneaking out to go cause trouble, and playing minecraft together. nick couldn't wish for a better friend.

he yawns, stretching his limbs that have become stiff from hours in front of a screen. clay puts down his controller, mimicking his actions.

"tired?" he hums.
"yeah," nick replies, "nap time?"

the older boy nods in agreement. he helps his friend up from the floor, not letting go of his hand once he's standing. nick likes when he shows these little acts of affection, it makes him feel giddy and loved.

the boys make their way upstairs and into nick's bedroom. sleeping together isn't exactly something new for them; in fact, they nap almost every time they're at each other's houses. especially if the day has been long and filled with adventures. it's always felt natural for them to fall asleep cuddling, and waking up in the same position hours later.

"i'm big spoon!" clay calls out before they've even laid down.
"no, i'm big spoon!" nick retaliates.
"you're smaller than me."
"but you're always big spoon!"

clay chuckles at the shorter's whining.

"fine, okay, i can be little spoon this time, but only because i love you."
"i love you too," nick giggles, feeling a smile tugging at his lips.

the exchange of those words are common among the two, yet nick has started to feel different about it lately. being with clay has always brought him happiness, but a few months ago... he noticed something was off.

he'd get even more excited than usual about his friend coming over, and once they were hanging out he'd grin like an idiot at everything clay did. from simple jokes to flirtatious comments; everything would make nick blush and giggle.

their usual touchy and flirty behaviour intensified. sometimes when clay would show up at his doorstep, nick would hug him for minutes without letting go. they'd stay there, just enjoying the other's warmth, until someone decided to pull away. their cheesy bromance had taken an unexpected turn.

for nick, it doesn't only mean more cuddles and kisses, but also sleepless nights full of overthinking. of figuring out what the hell is going on with him. clay is just a friend, his best homie. yet it feels like something's missing.

the boys lay down on top of the sheets, facing each other at first. clay gives the smaller a peck on his forehead and a little boop on the nose.

"but no homo though," he points out.
"no homo."

why do those words hurt him so much?

a hand ruffles his fluffy hair, fingers gently playing with it. nick can't help but get lost in his friend's gorgeous green eyes. they're like an ocean that he could drown in.

clay is ridiculously attractive. even a straight guy could admit that. his every feature is perfectly crafted, from his smooth, tanned skin to his sharp jawline. no wonder nick feels flattered, when the boy literally every girl in school has a crush on sleeps in the same bed as him, regularly.

for a little while, they quietly observe each other with foreign looks. the tension in the air is building up, making it hard to think. clay cups those rosy cheeks that he so kindly complimented earlier, scooting closer to his favorite boy. they're so close now, that nick can feel his hot breath on his face.

"you're so pretty, pandas."

with shaky hands and a racing heartbeat, his eyelids flutter shut, and a pair of soft lips collide with his own. it feels so good. it feels so right.

the kiss doesn't last for long, no more than a second. yet to nick, it seems like over a minute has passed.

"nothing wrong with a homie kiss," the blond mumbles, almost incoherently.

the two have kissed on the lips a few times, but only as part of a bet or a game. and this definitely wasn't a bet. nick's breathing hitches once realization sets in. they're separated by just a measly few inches, laying so teasingly close. for a short moment their adoring eyes meet, and they both know exactly what they want.

nick's lips are smooth like baby skin, softer than clay could ever imagine. he parts them a little, letting the older boy explore his mouth with his tongue. an overwhelming warmth - a whole sheet of love - covers both of them as they deepen the kiss.

nick can feel his heart pumping in his throat, his mind going crazy at the touch of the other boy. he can't get enough. the rush of dopamine it gives him, the way his entire body tingles at the affection. he craves more. he craves clay.

suddenly he gets flipped over on his back, his best friend straddling him as they keep making out. clay tastes like minty mouthwash and sweet fruit, a lovely combination. his hands tug at the shorter's light brown hair, earning an array of whimpers and noises. their wet tongues intertwine, almost dancing with each other for minutes on end.

the desire for a nap is long gone, blown away with the wind. both of the boys are too preoccupied with one another to recognize it, caught in the heat of the moment. nick pants and gasps into clay's mouth, eventually pulling away against his will for air. clay stares down at him with wild eyes, a flame burning bright amidst the emerald green.

his hair is messy and disheveled, his lips red and swollen from the blond's rough treatment. but holy shit, does he feel amazing.

"w-was that just another homie kiss?" he stutters.

clay smirks, chuckling before lovingly pecking his cheek.

"no, it wasn't."