My Safe Person (X Drake x Hawkins)

{XI}

"Aye, papi, you totally rockin' that apron." 

Kid gladly accepted the bowl of soup now placed in front of him and immediately started wolfing it down - gaze wandering to the TV screen on the wall where the music video to Women Like Me was playing. 

Drake let out what was a tiniest growl from behind his own meal - he could tolerate many things, but he wasn't sure hearing his host being called papi was one of them. Although, he had to admit, it awakened a tingly feeling in his stomach; finally unrestrained, it was strong and exciting, since Drake didn't have the privilege of experiencing it for such a long time. 

"Woah, dude," Kid raised his arms defensively. "Blondes aren't my thing, don't ya worry." 

But his gaze seemed to be saying otherwise, now glued to Perrie on the TV. 

"'Wonder if he'd ever say that about Killer," Apoo leaned in, muttering into Drake's ear and out of the redhead's range. 

They just met - apparently he and Hawkins went to the same school together. How they knew Kid, Drake had no idea. Probably the same case as with Zoro - if you party often enough, you get to know everyone. 

I made a few mistakes, I regret it nightly
I broke a couple hearts that I wear on my sleeve
My momma always said, "Girl, you're trouble" and
And now I wonder, could you fall for a woman like me

Drake let himself observe his host hustling around the kitchen for a little bit longer; his majestic hair, the stoic expression and firm posture as he added a bit of curry to the main dish, it all made him feel so warm inside. Then, he was already standing up from the table and collecting the empty plates. 

"Sit down. I'll take care of it," Drake smiled, brushing against the blonde. He felt his hand rest at the small of his back - an action seemingly casual, but carrying so much meaning, at least for Drake. Physical contact was okay. Physical contact was supposed to feel good. 

Tell 'em there's a bad Trini bitch inna your area
But the more bad bitches, then the more merrier
Baddies to my left and to the right a little scarier
Rude boy, tell me, can you handle all this derrière? 

So he stood there, arms buried in the sink and decorated with soap bubbles as he observed the commotion in the living room - Hawkins' flat was small but definitely cozy, far beyond perfect. Drake learned that his host's parents were currently abroad but had no restrains to trust their son enough to let him take care of the property on his own.

The three of his friends - friends? It sounded so weird - were now bickering over themselves and Nicky on the TV, trying to determine at whose place they're going to eat tomorrow. It looked like it already became their routine to be preparing meals for each other; in Kid's case, it was more about just ordering take-out, since he had negative skills in cooking. 

"We can just get some ramen," Kid mewled, eyes rolling in annoyance. "It's not the end of the world. Besides, we've got that Jurassic Park nerd now, he knows how to cook." 

"How can I even trust that you'll be able to order ramen on your own? Last time it was so spi-" 

"Last time is not this time!" 

"Gentlemen," Hawkins finally cut the two off with his grave-like voice. "We can just order it together. There's no problem-" 

"There is a problem and we're calmly discussing it right now!" 

"Exactly," Apoo confirmed Kid's words, nodding vigorously. "We have to talk about what's bothering us." 

"You're bothering me," Kid mumbled and flicked the channels on TV. 

Drake observed all that in silence, a small smirk on his lips. It felt different, experiencing a fight that didn't seem to go in a very violent direction, at least for now. 

Being called a Jurassic Park nerd was also something else, usually he was ridiculed because of his obsession, but Kid it made it sound like it's just another one of what makes him, him. Maybe he was taking it too far, Drake didn't know. And for once, he didn't mind that at all. 

"How's the dinosaur nerd doing?" 

Just then he realized Hawkins had been standing behind him, observing the thorough process of Drake's dish-washing. He was close, close enough to smell his perfume and feel the slow inhales and exhales the blonde seemed to be sending right on Drake's neck. 

"Almost done," he responded, trying to sound casual, the quarreling of the other two boys ringing somewhere in the distance. "Listen, I can't thank you enough for all-" 

"Oh, cut it out. You would have done the same for me." 

Drake finally found the courage to look the blonde in the eyes - he was never as available as at that time. He scanned his thin lips, the tattoo on his neck that he once again forgot to ask about, the blond hair he adored so much. 

He could have just scooped closer to him, as he usually did. He could have leaned over him for support in order to feel a person's warmth - safe and pleasant. But Drake was tired of holding back, hiding and thinking things through so often that nothing seemed as a good option anymore. 

So with the wet dish in one hand and a bubbly sponge in the other, he leaned in and kissed him, seizing the opportunity to inhale the male's pleasant smell. 

 It felt, as always, strange - but above all, just so incredibly good. 

The blonde reciprocated the affection with much more enthusiasm than Drake would ever accuse him of having, his lips sliding smoothly against his own. 

"Such a nervous dinosaur," Hawkins muttered, pulling away for a few inches. He picked the dish and the sponge from Drake's sweaty, clenched hands and threw them into the sink, only to go back to the kiss once again. This time, his wet palms wrapping loosely around Drake's waist. 

"Finally some good fucking action!" they heard Kid's yell from the living room, but both decided to ignore it for the sake of drowning in each other's presence for just a little bit longer. 

Drake took a deep inhale as his tongue rubbed over Hawkins' lower lip, his palm growing a mind of its own as it cupped the blonde's cheek and pulled him closer against his mouth. 

It was human, it was warm and it was safe. Drake never felt more alive than at that time.