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[nightmarist]

they're just thoughts

that doesn't make them real

and fake dates aside they're both straight

there's no point in even talking about this

1/2

[admemoriam]

jesus ronan
you can't tell someone's sexuality just by looking at them
and that doesn't even matter
i've been in all of your heads for years
and i think you should give yourself a chance with more than just part of what you want

2/2

[admemoriam]

besides
adam was really into the boyfriend thing
like
into it

[nightmarist]

jfc noah

[admemoriam]

sorry
i won't talk about it anymore
it's just, you guys are all really loud about what you want

[nightmarist]

we're young and virile

but adam doesn't even like me as a person

have fun with him if you want though i guess

[admemoriam]

that's really not true at all

about him not liking you
not the young and virile thing

it's okay though i'll drop it
and i'm not planning to go fool around with anyone
i'm perfectly happy just fooling around with you

[nightmarist]

it's fine

you said he was into you

[admemoriam]

it's not about me
just

i love you no matter who else you love
that's what i wanted you to know
that all

[nightmarist]

ok

[admemoriam]

ok



also i bought glittery booze
i was texting to tell you about that too

[nightmarist]

like actual glitter?

[admemoriam]

i mean it's like
edible
drinkable?

[Attached is a selfie - Noah in boxers and a blanket, making a peace sign with one hand while the other holds a bottle of glittery, unicorn-themed gin.]

[nightmarist]

[That is a weirdly attractive selfie.]

is it good

[admemoriam]

[He tries.]

it tastes like dreams

and mangoes

and a little like battery acid

[nightmarist]

gross

[admemoriam]

honestly you don't even taste it anymore after like the tenth sip

[nightmarist]

you're really selling me on it

[admemoriam]

[The response is another selfie, this time of him with his mouth around the neck of the bottle, giving a cheery thumbs up.]

there's no better way to say "sorry i awkwardly suggested polyamory" to your boyfriend

[nightmarist]

i'm on my way

[admemoriam]

well that was easy
you must be really thirsty

[nightmarist]

[No response to that, since a few seconds later, he's creeping into Noah's closet and locking the door behind him.]

Hey.

[He was fully clothed when that text conversation began, but now he's wearing black sweatpants and nothing else. He changed out of his street clothes so fast he's out of breath.]

[admemoriam]

[Noah laughs, joyful and exhilarated. He's always been so sure that Ronan would bolt like a deer at such a forward comment, but instead he's right here, six feet of lanky, enthusiastic, barely-clothed boyfriend.]

Hey, yourself.

[Putting down his phone, Noah takes another sip from the bottle before passing it over. He doesn't make any room on the bed, instead just laying back and ignoring the way his cheeks have gone bright pink.]

[nightmarist]

[The time for bolting has long passed. Ronan is shy and he is chaste, but he is not a eunuch, and he's not about to ignore his own boyfriend's siren song. Climbing up onto the bed and settling in beside (and kind of halfway on top of) Noah, he takes the bottle and examines it for a moment in the light.]

This is... really sparkly.

[He takes an experimental sip.]

And awful.

[admemoriam]

[Noah prods at Ronan's chest, following the line of his muscles.]

Get on my level, man.

[It's just a tease of a comment - he doesn't care if Ronan drinks any more of it, or even what happens now that he's down here. His receptiveness is comfort and excitement enough.

Sitting up on one elbow, Noah sheds the fluffy blanket, pushing it to the other side of the bed. He's left just in boxers - blue, with little flamingos - and there's a question in his smile when he looks back over.]