Wish You Were Here

Under Control

Maybe it was the alcohol coursing through his veins, scratch that. It was definitely the alcohol coursing through his veins.

Nithin looked, acceptable.

Through his hazy vision he took in the sight before him.

The sight being Nithin panicking over the throw up and rubbing himself with a discarded shirt.

Then again...

The few annoying inches Nithin had over him seemed more acceptable now.

The dark brown eyes which he was compared to a shit hole now seemed to him like the rich dark hue of coffee.
Something he was helplessly addicted to.

"I like your eyes" Naveen said softly, smiling at Nithin.

Nithin looked up confused. "Huh."

"Your eyes," Naveen said cocking his head to one side leaning back on his arms, "they're really pretty. I can't stop looking at them."

Nithin blinked twice, flustered before the putrid stench of vomit hit him.

He stared at Naveen, almost offended.
This, this would honestly be a scenario that had already been played out in his head, Naveen sprawled over his bed, teasingly mocking Nithin, sweet words dripping from his tongue like honey.

Except this wasn't. Naveen was drunk, drugged and threw up on him. Oh god loved to test his patience.

Naveen hunched over, body slightly shaking, when Nithin scrambled over to him and led him to the bathroom kicking the seat open and sitting Naveen down on the floor as he went to grab a glass of water, ignoring Naveen's cries of disgust as he was sitting on the floor.

Naveen threw up again, and again. And again. God he hasn't felt this sick since he ate some bad Pani puri in 9th and puked the whole day.

He did feel Nithin patting his back and soothing him, he felt a warm fire ignite in his stomach. But that was quickly drenched with the endless vomit pouring out of his mouth.

After what felt like eternity, he gulped down water and brushed his teeth with watering eyes, Nithin standing a little further away watching him all the while and helping him to the room.

As Naveen was lying down on the bed by himself as Nithin busied himself with cleaning up the mess he made, he couldn't forget the feeling he felt when he looked at him.

He felt as if he could look into those eyes for years, watching Nithin's pink lips erupt into a smile on something stupid. He wondered how Nithin, with one smile of his could make him feel better, How even the most silent  congested air could be cleared with one laugh from him.

He heard music playing faintly from outside.

"Nithin?" He called out.

"Yeah? Are you okay?" The reply came promptly, accompanied by steps leading into his room.

"Can you stay here?" Soft brown eyes asked pleadingly to the darker ones.

"What? are you scared?" Scoffed the plush lips smiling teasingly.

"No I'd just, like you here." The brown eyes looked away, shy.

A beat passes.

"Sure" comes the reply, said through smiling lips.

Naveen smiles, looking at Nithin, God, wonders Nithin, please let this moment stay for a while.

Nithin turns out the lights around the house and enters Naveen's room, turning of the lights except for the small lampshade beside Naveen's bed and collapses onto the bed beside Naveen.

"I'm so fucking tired" groaned Nithin.

"Who asked you to drink so much?" snickered Naveen.

"I'm not tired from drinking, I'm tired from cleaning up your puke."

"Sorry..."

Nithin signed deeply, "if I knew I'd be cleaning up after you I'd be staying at Roshan's house, no matter how disgusting he was"

Nithin turned his head to look at Naveen, ready to match his snarky reply, he was surprised at finding Naveen already on his side, head pillowed on his palm looking at him softly.

God, he loved him.

"Aren't you gonna say something?" He says trying to calm the angry beat his heart is playing.

"You're not that bad Nithy" Naveen says looking intently at him.

"Nithy?" Nithin laughs, his heart rate accelerating, at this rate he's going to die on this bed.

"Yeah, from Nithin, Nithy." Smiled Naveen proudly.

"That's so cringe."  Nithin says looking away, hoping for a distraction to cool his heart down.

"What if I called yo-" a hand reached over to cup Nithin's face turning his head to Naveen.

"Look at me when you're talking to me"

Nithin blinked, eyes wide in surpise.
Yeah he's going to die from a heart attack in about 20 seconds. What the fuck.

"You cate about me don't you?"

"Wh- what? Don't flatter yourself Naveen."

"You help me, care for me and do my work when I'm to tired. Why?"

"Because, im a nice person." Retorted Nithin

"Bullshit, you like me don't you?" Naveen says moving closer to Nithin.

"Here's the thing," he says his breath fanning over Nithin's lips. "I think I'm falling for you too."

Nithin's heart leapt and soared as the few inches between their lips gradually decreased. He was glad. Glad he felt the same way. He's not alone anymore. As the last few inches were slowly vanishing. A thought hit him.

Naveen is drunk.

Nithin got up and pushed Naveen away. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"What the fuck. I know exactly what I'm talking about." Naveen said with his eyes brows furrowed as he got up too.

"Listen Naveen." Nithin reached over and held Naveen's face in his hand, wondering if this would be the last time he'd be allowed to touch Naveen like this. "If you remember this tomorrow, and god I wish you do. Let's talk and work things out. You're tired now."

"Im not-" Nithin cut off Naveen.

"Talk to me tomorrow. I'll sleep on the floor."

Later that night, Nithin couldn't stop his heart from feeling happy. He laid on the floor of Naveens room listening to the soft snores.

Tomorrow would be better.