Fine Lines || Nick x Isaac

III

Word count: 942

Tw: sexual (NOT CLICKBAIT)(I CRIED) (😱😱😱)

(Okay so this was definitely more experimental wink wink wink wink)
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The hot Texas sunrise glared through Isaacs window, hitting his bed just enough to leave him with sun kissed skin and a sense of discomfort as he tossed and turned.

He hadn't come out of his room since that day. It'd been about 2 days since Nick had confronted him about his behavior, which made Isaac wonder. — Did Nick know?

Did Nick know about the amount ogling Isaac had been doing? The way Isaac couldn't get him off his mind? The way he would toss and turn in bed, overthinking every little thing he said that day?

Isaac just sighed. He would have to get up eventually, so he might as-well do it now.

He sat up on his bed, his joints squeaking and cracking from lack of movement as the bedsheets stuck to his sweaty shirt, clinging onto him like a needy child before eventually letting go.

A look of somnolence washed over his face as he yawned, lethargically standing to his feet for the first time today.

A rush of vertigo hit him as he creeped over to the bathroom he shared with Nick, grabbing a towel and whatever clothing he could find before running the lukewarm water.

Isaac peeled off his sticky clothes before climbing into the shower, hissing as the freezing water hit his back.

Isaac scrubbed every last bit of himself over and over, as if he was in a trance. His mind was running circles around nothing, just a blank match, burnt out and desperately hoping for something to kindle. Anything.

After what felt like hours, Isaac switched off the water, stepping out and wrapping the towel around his waist.

Isaac moisturized his hair, washed his face, and eventually put on a wife beater and some shorts.

Self care felt like an escape for him. A factory reset. It was almost as if he was writing a new Isaac.

Isaac creeped out of the bathroom and down the stairs to the kitchen. It was 6am, so its not like anybody would be awake, right?

Wrong. So, so terribly wrong.

As soon as he reached the bottom of the stairs, a mess of black curls peeked around the corner of the kitchen.

Nick.

Nicks droopy and glassy eyes, along with his off-balanced stance, told Isaac everything he needed to know. — Nick wasn't sober, And it really wasn't hard to tell.

"Heyyy." Nick slurred out, dragging out the y for a dramatic effect.

"Hey man. You all good?" Isaac asked, his voice shivering a little as he felt Nicks eyes follow him as he walked over to the oven.

"Never better." Jested Nick, wobbling over to Isaac and leaning in a little too close for comfort.

"I really missed you. Y'know that?" Nick added onto his sentence, putting his arms around Isaac's shoulders.

The way Nick held him regardless of the height difference, made butterflies shoot up into his stomach as if he had just taken LSD. Friends don't hold each-other like this. He's never seen Nick do this with anybody else, then again, Nick was drunk off of god knows what.

"What, are you trying to top me or somethin'?" Isaac joked, trying not to pay attention to the weird feeling that crept from his face, to his stomach, all the way down to his feet.

"Depends. What if I did?" Nick tried to play it off as a joke, but it was obvious that he was genuinely curious.

Isaac just kind of looked at Nick like he was a stranger. Was he being serious? Was he really recommending the idea of him topping Isaac?

"Are you being serious?" Isaac turned off the burner, turning around to face the short ravenette.

"I- no. Okay, maybe." Nick jumbled out. The alcohol must have been getting to him or something.

Isaac took a second to reads Nicks facial expressions. The kitchen was dim and quiet, but the glimmer in his eye and the blush that had been smeared across his pale face was apparent.

"You're drunk, dude." Doubted Isaac, gently taking Nicks hands off of his shoulders before attempting to make a B-line for his room.

But thats when he felt himself being gently grabbed at the wrist, the grip was firm, but gentle.

There Nick was, an abashed look on his face as he tried his best not to make eye contact.

"Could we...try something? Just this once. Please?" Nick spluttered, his words closely huddled and slurred.

There was no way he was hinting at what Isaac thought he was, right?

"Hm?" Isaac hummed in confusion.

Nick was obviously hesitant on saying what he wanted to say, taking his hand off of Isaacs wrist and awkwardly putting it at his side.

"Are you open to...like a friends with benefits thing?" Nick blurted.

Isaacs mouth flew open before immediately closing. The two sat in silence as Isaac thought about his answer.

The answer would obviously be yes, but he's never even had a 'friends with benefits thing' with anybody. Let alone a man.

Besides, what would the others think if they found out? Oh god.

Isaac watched as Nick hid his face in his hands, obviously somewhat regretful due to the lack of words being exchanged.

"I...err." Isaac stammered, trying his best not to trip over his words but failing horribly.

"No, what I said was really stupid. Sorry." Nick muttered into his hands.

"No dude, its fine." Isaac reassured. Was he supposed to say yes?

You know what?

Hes gonna say yes.