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Genre: Smut
Time: 2 1/2 hours
Words: 1437
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Third Person POV
Nick hummed to himself as he flipped through the channels on the television, sighing with boredom. He was left home alone again, and recently there had been nothing to do. Life had become dull for Nick. He had slowly been losing his fame, his passion for politics burning low like a fire exposed to air. Things had been quite rough for Nick recently. But there had been one light in his life, Lance. He was his source of happiness. They were perfect. The late night facetimes, the goofy snaps they'd send, all the inside jokes only they understood. Nothing could tear apart the friendship they had. Or so Nick thought. Lance, on the other hand, petrified. Today was the day he planned on confessing his feelings to Nick.
You see, Lance was gay. He'd never tell a soul, of course, as he was so openly homophobic. He'd always known he was a homosexual, ever since he was young. That didn't stop him from his beliefs though. He knew his followers would never see him the same ever again if he so much as just came out. And Nick, oh Nick, how much he had fallen for him. Today was the day Lance would tell Nick everything. But that was what he said last time, and the time before. Deep down he knew he didn't have it in him.
Time skip
"Nick?" A voice called following a knock at the door. A smile instantly grew on Nick's face as he hopped off the couch and headed to unlock the door. Surprise visits from Lance was one of the little things he treasured. In fact, he treasured any moment he had with him. And today was no different. Nick opened the door to be greeted by his best friend, dressed head to toe in MAGA merch. Their love of Trump was one of the many things they shared.
"Come, sit." Nick gestured towards his couch with a smile, imprint still their from the spot he was sitting. Without hesitation, Lance made his way to the couch, Nick following behind. As they both sat, Nick turned off the tv. He'd rather focus his attention on something else, rather someone. Lance looked at his feet as he fiddled with his thumbs, growing shy as Nick closed the distance between them, their outer thighs now nearly touching. Such closeness between them was a normal thing, it's always been this way, but it made Lance flustered nonetheless.
Nick noticed the shift in Lance's behavior, taking note and moving even closer in response, despite his best interest. Lance looked up at him, his luminescent brown eyes locking with Nick's. They remained still for a moment, the heat and tension as they continue to stare, mere inches apart. Suddenly, Lance breaks the stare, turning his head and looking at the ground once again. Nick blushed slightly, seeing Lance's shyness.
"Nick..." Lance started, a heavy exhale escaping, it was time.
"Hm?" Curiosity painted Nick's face as he responded.
Lance shook his head, "Never mind, it's stupid." The confidence he had momentarily had melted away into oblivion.
"You can tell me anything, you know that, right?" Nick reassured, instinctually placing his hand upon Lance's thigh without even realizing.
Lance blushed heavily, feeling the heat course throughout his body, his face now red. Nick removed his hand. Lance locked eyes with him once again, the energy from earlier still trailing. "Nick, we've been friends for a very long time and..." He felt a clump in his throat, unable to continue.
