Atlas: FTWD (Nick/Troy) Fanfiction

14 // earth

"fault lines tremble underneath my glass house, but i put it out of my mind"

earth, sleeping at last

earth - the present abode of humankind, as distinct from heaven and hellearth, sleeping at last

Nick

The rest of that night was simply amazing. We didn't go back into that damn party, instead we drove off, got some fast food, stargazed from the back of his car and fell asleep there. Right next to each other. I woke up first and for a moment was confused when I felt his hand in mine and then the memories came flooding in. As I stared down at him under the moonlight, I think I realized the depth of my feelings for this man, and let me tell you they are deep. I've never seen anyone as stunning as him, someone with such a fascinating soul, such a brilliant mind...never. He is downright the most intoxicating human I've ever come to meet. And under those stars, with just the sound of crickets and other bugs chirping, he was all mine. Nobody else got to see him slumbering that peacefully, with his hand in mind, the way his chest moved slowly up and down...but I did. I hope I get to see this sight for a very long time.

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"Mmm...do you have to go?" I groan as he stands up from his bed to put on a sweater.

"Trust me, if I had known I'd have you here begging me not to go an hour before, I would've never gotten those tickets," He reciprocates as he leans back in for a kiss. As our lips connect, sparks run through me and I try to hold him there for a second longer, but he slips out of my grasp with an evil chuckle.

"Troy," I whine as he moves back to his closet and - without warning - strips off his shirt in search of a different one. This leaves me utterly unprepared for watching his back muscles strain as he lifts the shirt off and I find myself at a loss for words. I've seen plenty of guys change before in locker rooms and I've seen Gunner shirtless hundreds of times, so why the hell am I so turned on right now at the mere sight of his exposed back? Fuck. I've got it bad.

"Yes?" He chuckles, completely oblivious to my intense staring and whirling mind.

"Uh...just don't go. Stay here, yeah?" I gulp as I force myself to glance away and - luckily for me - he pulls on a gray sweater before turning back to face me with a slight smirk on his perfect face.

"Would if I could. Jake's...kinda insane about football. Besides, I thought you'd be glad we're spending time with each other where we're not fighting," He sits back down on the bed and bats my nose, making me blink rapidly.

"So...sorry," Troy runs his fingers through his hair as he gets up to leave the bed again but I grab his wrist and just laugh as I shake my head.

"Don't be. It was just so...cute. I was just caught off guard is all," I rush, trying to make sure he knows nothing he did was wrong. He's always doubting himself and I'd like to think I can aid him in being more confident, if I can. Troy's still silent as his cheeks flush slightly so I decide to move on from that.

"And you know you two are still gonna fight tonight, don't you?" I laugh and he just scoffs, nudging me playfully as I press another light kiss to his lips, making butterflies erupt in my stomach.

"Are you just gonna stay here until I get back?" He questions as he stands up from the bed once more and I lie down further on it, staring up at the barren ceiling.

"Don't have anything better to do," I counter, sending him a playful scowl and he just rolls his eyes as he grabs his keys and stuffs them into his sweater.