One of the Evenings (FyoLai/DostoLai)

"Dos-kun!!!"

The blond man was sitting happily on the windowsill, leaning his back against the window. He was wagging his legs, laughing a little on a joke that he had just come up with. His name was Nikolai, Nikolai Gogol. For the past 30 minutes, the fool has been trying to attract the attention of his friend, but he is too keen on reading a book, it seems, deliberately ignoring the sad blonde.
"Well, Fedya, look at me!!!" Like a child, Nikolai whined and puffed out his cheeks, staring at the brunette. It was his close friend, Fyodor Dostoevsky. Interesting name, huh?
Fedor just sighed with dislike, clutching the book in his hands a little tighter.

Is he on purpose?! And how to attract his attention? ... think Kolya, think.. oh!
A small idea crept into Nikolai's head, forcing him to grin. He jumped off the windowsill, staring at Dostoevsky. His eyes gently glided over the pages, reading every word. His eyes... like dried lavender, dead - but soothing, with a deep shade of purple, iridescent gradient in a lighter color closer to the pupil.

Dostoevsky's figure was quite thin and elegant, sometimes he even seemed fragile like a crystal ball. Gogol chuckled softly, leaning on the bed, continuing to cultivate the attention of his friend "Dos-kunn, well, pay at least a little attention to me!" He howled like a hungry wolf at the bright moon, crawling closer to the brunette. He sat down on his knees and approached Dostoevsky, who was still reading and not paying attention. Kolyenka grabbed Fedya by the knees, pulled himself to the brunette and spread his legs, trying to grab the book from Fyodor's hands. The tired brunette just sighed, pushing the book away from the Ukrainian, not wanting to give it away.
- And what are you doing? - he muttered in a dissatisfied and slightly hoarse voice
- Oh! You finally noticed me!! Nikolai exclaimed and smiled, finally getting what he wanted so much.

Dost-kun rolled his eyes, showing his displeasure with all his appearance.
- Don't distract me.- he grunted at his friend, fixing his gaze on the book again. Kolya sighed lightly, m-yes, happiness did not last long... he moved closer to the brunette, gently placing his head on Fedor's chest, waiting for a reaction like " get off me, you are heavy" or "leave, it's uncomfortable", but for Gogol's surprise, the tired man did not move an eyebrow, he looked as if being so close to each other is a common thing. The fool, without knowing it, smiled tenderly and closed his eyes, listening to his friend's heartbeat.

Ba-dum.....Ba-dum...Ba-dum...

This calmed the Ukrainian very much, covering his cheeks with a faint blush and slowing down his breathing. Pleasantly... he thought, opening his eyes because of the sensation of touch. Fyodor was holding a book with one hand, and with the other he was carefully playing with the tip of Kolya's braid, dragging his finger along the formed curl. Nikolai chuckled softly and immediately caught Dostoevsky's gaze on himself. Oh,,,
- I'm I- don't mind it... - The blond man said softly, almost in a whisper.
- mm, weren't you just whining about me not paying attention to you a few minutes ago? - The guy grinned with a small smile forming on his lips.
Gogol stared at his friend's face, memly - you even know how to smile? -
- of course I can, what's with the question? - Dos-kun said questioningly, putting the fool's braid on its place and inserting a bookmark between the pages of the book.
Nikolai only nodded slightly, saying without words, "nothing much".

His eyes were stuck on Fedya's face again, or rather on his lips. The blond man examined every inch, not noticing Dostoevsky's gaze. Without noticing it, he moved closer, and before he could wake up from his thoughts, he gently touched Fyodor's lips with his own.

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And so, wait for the next chapter if you want to know what happens next :)