Fine Lines || Nick x Isaac

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Oh hell nah Isaacguy gay with softsilly???

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As Isaac roughly yanked a brush through his hair, he stared backed at his reflection.

Is this really what he wanted?

Hooking up with his friend at late hours of the night then pretending that nothing happened the next morning?

It was so tiring having to contain himself from blurting out I love you everytime they were together doing god knows what.

Yeah, it was nice and all being able to just fuck your crush when you wanted to, but whats the point if he never likes you back?

As Isaac brushed through the last knot, his heart sunk lower and lower until he could feel it in his lower intestine.

He set the brush down and walked towards his door, giving it a gentle twist and peeking his head out.

Please don't let Nick be home. He thought, tiptoeing over to the landing of the stairs.

Just when he thought he was safe, he heard the front door jiggle.

Isaac jumped at the sound, looking for a place to run. To hide. But it was too late.

Im fucked. Isaac thought as he watched Larry walk through the door with Nick trailing close behind.

Isaac thought about what to do, but when he saw the camera pointed directly at him, he knew that he was screwed.

"The princess!" Nick laughed as he recorded Isaac, the goofy smile apparent from his face.

"The princessss." Larry repeated in a sing-song tone.

Isaac stomped down the stairs, waterbottle still in hand from when he went the gym an hour or so ago.

As Nick approached closer, he could almost feel the weird tension between them.

Isaac opened his mouth to make a joke, but he was stopped when he felt a hard squeeze to his left breast.

He jerked away from the touch, slapping the hand away from his aching chest.

"Ow! Nick, you fucking asshole!" Isaac yelled, grabbing Nick's wrist.

"Sorry." Nick said in a flat tone. His face had a "What the fuck are you gonna do about it?" Look to it.

Isaac squinted. He took Nicks hand and forced it behind his back, holding him.

"I said I was sorry!" Nick whimpered as Isaac pushed his own hand farther into his back.

Larry just stared in silence. He didnt know if he was supposed to laugh or just wait until the two stopped.

Nick turned the Camera off, soft grunts escaping his lips as he tried his best to wiggle out of Isaacs restraints.

The sounds that Nick made turned Isaac on a little too much, his face contorting into a twisted smile.

The sound of Larry clearing his throat awkwardly was enough of a sign that they were being a little too touchy. — A little too obvious.

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After being forced to eat salty licorice and smell Nicks fish juice stained hoodie, he was finally able to retreat back to his cold and dark room.

He hoped and prayed he wouldn't hear those light taps on his door. Prayed that Nick wouldn't walk through and run his hand up his thigh. He knew that it was almost guaranteed that he would, but he couldn't help but pray as hd lethargically flopped onto his bed, hoping the sheets would swallow him whole.