Fine Lines || Nick x Isaac

IX

Word count: 2830

Sassy Isaac? Chat is this real?

TW for a little bit of internalized homophobia and panic disorders because we mentally ill up in here 💯
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The sunbeams splashed down onto the right side of Isaacs neck, highlighting the small love bites that Nick had left on his body yesterday. His skin tingled, yearning for the boys touch due to the unfinished session yesterday.

He hated the morning after because it was the time he felt guilt. He knew that this was wrong. He knew that this was disgusting. But he went along with it anyway. All for what? For his own sick pleasures?

He needed to stop. What would his mother think if she knew he liked guys? What about his brothers? Or his father? Or his friends back home? The thought of possibly being shunned by his loved ones made him nauseous. Almost like he was about to throw up.

But what about Nick? He was risking it all aswell just to be with him. Shouldn't he be grateful?

Isaac was able to eventually snap out of it and drag himself out of bed and down the stairs. He lethargically poured a few unseasoned eggs into a pan and mixed them until they were chunky and light.

He could hear footsteps behind him, and he already knew who it was. – Nick. Isaac didn't say anything. He didn't even acknowledge Nick's presence. What he did yesterday was disgusting.

"Isaaaacc." Nick teased, wrapping his arms around Isaacs waist. He swayed back and forth, trying to get Isaac to sway with him, but to no avail.

"Isaac?" He calls out again. No response.

Isaac silently slid the eggs onto the plate as he tried his best to ignore the small maggot that stuck to him like glue.

"Woah, still mad about last night..?" Nick asks playfully.

Yes. He certainly was. Nick just left him like that, discarding him as if he was a piece of trash on garbage day.

Nick must've taken the hint, because he stepped back and lowered his head slightly out of respect. Isaac always found it cute that he bowed his head when he was guilty, but he didn't acknowledge it.

The shorter didn't say much. He just sat at the kitchen Island and waited for Isaac to sit beside him.

"Fucken' hell. Why is he so adamant about 'hanging out' with me this time?" Thought Isaac. He scooted away uncomfortably as he took a bite of his shitty eggs.

"Isaac...you know it was only because I didn't wanna get caught, right? No hard feeling?." Nick blurted, spinning around in his chair. It was hard to believe somebody could be so careless.

"Thats all you even care about.." Isaac grumbled under his breath. He regretted saying anything almost immediately as soon as he saw the look on Nicks face.

"What?" The ravenette questioned, his perplexed facial expression a dead give away to what he felt in the moment.

"Nothing! Nothing. Doesn't matter." spluttered the Latter. He decided to take his leave by getting up and throwing away his disposable fork and plate in the trash can and pushing his chair back in, hurriedly trying to make his way back to his safe space. — His damn room.

Before he could make it however, Nick grabbed Isaac in a light hold. It was obviously Nick just being silly and trying to wrestle with him, but Isaac wasnt having it.

Before he could even think, he pushed Nick away from him. Not a playful push. An angry push. Nick stumbled back and caught himself on the counter, a dribble of fear twitching in his eyes. His side dug into the edge of the kitchen counter, and he winced a little before looking Isaac directly in the eyes.