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Nigel growled as he laid on the cot, staring up at the cracked ceiling of his cell.

The cops had been called to the club because some nosy fucking Karen had heard yelling and screaming from inside the building and thought someone was dying.

Nobody had died or was dying. Some fucker had tried to get handsy with one of the club dancers and Nigel had to firmly tell him stop.

Alright, so maybe instead of firmly saying stop he’d actually firmly connected his fist to the man’s jaw.

Maybe it had been the last straw to the rough day he’d been having. Not only was he sleep deprived because the fucker above his apartment was stomping around all hours of the day, but his coffee machine had broke, he’d almost got hit on his motorcycle, he’d had someone spill their fucking beer right on his crotch, and he’d chain smoked so much that day he was out of cigarettes. So maybe, just maybe, he’d taken his built up frustration out on the shitfuck who had tried to touch one of his dancers.

Man wasn’t dead, though.

Beaten within an inch of his life, but not dead.

Fucker was gonna wish he was when Nigel got out of there, though. And the Karen bitch, too.

Whenever the fuck that was gonna be.

Nigel had used his phone call to get a hold of Darko, except he’d gotten the asshole's voicemail and not the man himself. He’d snarled into the receiver and told Darko he’d been cuffed and to hurry his ass over and get him out.

Darko was what some might call his best friend.

Technically, Darko was the only person who could go head to head with Nigel and come out still alive when it was over. They’d beat the shit out of each other, lick their wounds, and have a drink together, laughing.

Still…he had been the only one there when Nigel had woken up in the hospital, somehow alive despite a bullet being shot into his head. Darko was the one who suggested they both move to New York, away from Bucharest and the pain and drama and start fresh and new. He was the one who made Nigel a 50/50 partner at the club.

Yea…maybe he was Nigel’s best friend.

Best friend or not, if he made Nigel wait any longer in this fucking cell the man was gonna have a broken nose. Again.

He sighed, running a hand through his dirty blonde hair, trying to soothe the irritation that was making a vein in his head throb.

He knew (eventually) Darko would get him out. The man had connections within the police. Deep connections. Normally, whenever the cops had been called for a noise complaint or whatever the fuck else, Darko had dealt with them. He was the calmer of the two Romanians, able to keep a more level head and not kick a heavy boot in someone’s face because they were as dumb as a fucking bag of rocks.

But the asshole hadn’t been at the club tonight. He’d been away doing some “business”.

Nigel winced as that irritation vein in his head turned into a sharp pain stabbing at his skull. He reached up and gently pressed the raised skin of the star shaped scar, hissing. Years later and it was still just as tender. Fucking hell.

He heard the jangling of keys coming closer and yelled out, “Are you assholes finally gonna let me out?”

“Shut up, Banyai.” growled an officer. “You got a neighbor.”

Nigel watched the officer fiddle with the keys from where he lay, not able to see his so-called neighbor. They must have been small, able to hide behind the policeman's body.

Finally, the genius found the right key and unlocked the cell, taking a step to the side as he held the door open. “Go on.”

“W-wait, please I…there’s been a horrible mistake…!”

Ah. So his neighbor was a guy. A young guy. A young guy who sounded scared shitless.

The officer growled. “Don’t make me force you in there like I did with the car.”

There was a scared whimper and a shuffle of feet. As the owner of the voice stepped into the light, Nigel immediately sat up, not believing what he was seeing.

There was an actual fucking angel standing there.

An angel with snow white skin, chocolate curls, and long, dark eyelashes feathering over the bluest eyes Nigel had ever seen.

He felt his heart flutter in his chest.

*Oh no…*

The slamming of the cell door snapped Nigel from his mind and brought him back down to Earth. He blinked and turned to look at the boy, who was curled up in a ball on the cot in his cell.

This must have been his first time being arrested.

“What they get you for, kid?” Even though he said it softly, his voice still sounded loud as shit as it echoed.

The “kid” looked up from his ball, his darting blue eyes a mix of fear and irritation. “I’m not a child. I’m 29.”

Well…fuck him sideways. He was 11 years younger than Nigel. Fascinating…

*Stop…*

“Fuck, really?” Nigel asked, a smirk spreading on his face. “Damn…coulda fooled me. You don’t look any older than 18.”

“My identification says I am 29.” He huffed. “If I had not had my wallet confiscated I could have shown you.”

Nigel chuckled softly. “Relax, I believe you. I don’t need proof.” He swung his legs over the edge of the cot, fully sitting up and facing the younger man. “So, what could an angel like you have possibly done to get in trouble with these assholes?”

A frown formed on those soft, pink lips. “I was waiting for someone who works at the elementary school…and was watching some of the children play soccer and the police officer had come and grabbed at me and…” He curled in tighter on himself, eyes locked on the floor. “I…I hit him…”

Holy fucking shit.

Nigel grinned so wide his face hurt. “You hit a fucking cop?”

“I-I didn’t mean to..! It was an accident!” The man sobbed, burying his face back into his knees. “Now they’re going to keep me here and I’m off my schedule and I don’t like being off my schedule and I just want to go home…!”

The man curled his hand into a fist and began hitting himself in the thigh. Hard. So hard that Nigel winced at each strike.

“Hey, hey, hey…no need to do that, gorgeous.” Nigel soothed, the pet name slipping out.

“That is not my name..!” Came the muffled yell. He looked up from his knees, looking like a wrathful, fiery angel with watery baby blues as he said very loudly, “My name is Adam! Adam Raki!”

*Adam Raki…*

Nigel chuckled. “Nice to meet you. I’m Nigel.”

Adam glared warily from the tops of his knees, looking like an irritated, puffed up cat. “The officer called you Banyai…”

“Yea, that’s my last name.”

Adam was silent a moment, his eyes flitting around but never fully connecting with Nigel’s gaze. “Nigel Banyai…” he said, softly. Nigel felt electricity go down his spine hearing his name come from those lips.

*Oh fucking no…*

Nigel cleared his throat as he mentally swatted at the feeling vibrating in his chest. “You, uh, you mentioned a schedule?” He asked, trying to keep his mind and heart from going elsewhere.

The younger man nodded. “I have a schedule I like to keep and I don’t like being off it and this is very much so putting me off my schedule.” Adam paused for a moment, and he frowned again. “Actually, since work this afternoon I have been off my schedule.”

“What happened with work, darlin’?”

*Fucking stop it..!*

Adam sniffed, somehow pulling himself into an even tighter ball as he rested his cheek against his knees and stared past Nigel. “They let me go…my boss told me I was doing a good job and my work was too expensive. So…he fired me…”

“Hold up…” Nigel held up a hand. “He told you you were doing a good job and then fucking fired you?”

The brown curls that spilled over the tops of his knees bounced in another nod.

“What the hell was your job?”

“I made computer chips for toys. I was developing one that could respond back to you in any language you talked to it in.” Adam grimaced. “My boss said he wanted cheaper materials…”

There was that irritation vein again throbbing in his head. “Your shithead boss fired you because he wanted cheaper work?” Nigel spat out. “He’s a goddamn sleaze-bag and you should be lucky he let you go. That place is gonna fucking fall apart with his shit attitude.”

Adam pulled his head up and blinked. “The building is built extremely well save for a few exterior flaws, so I don’t think it’s going to fall apart any time soon.”

Nigel stared at him for a moment. That was…really not the response he expected to come from a 29 year old tech genius. “Not the building, the business.”

That angelic face scrunched in confusion. “I don't understand.”

“You know…when a business doesn’t do well it falls apart…er…goes under.”

Still confused. “Goes under where?”

Nigel sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. Was Adam messing with him? “It doesn’t go anywhere. It…it tanks. Fails.”

Adam’s face relaxed as the dots seemed to finally connect. “Oh! You weren’t talking about the structure of the building failing, you meant the business itself.” His nose re-scrunched a little. “I don’t like when people talk in idioms and metaphors. My brain doesn’t understand and process them because of my autism.”

Oh.

Ooh.

The dots started connecting for Nigel, too. He remembered listening to a documentary about it one night when he was drunk off his ass. He honestly couldn’t remember a whole lot, bits and pieces, but he did remember that some people with autism couldn’t process certain sayings, like “it’s raining cats and dogs” or “break a leg”. Or something like a business falling apart.

He also remembered that some autistic people liked having their day scheduled out.

“Well, that fucking explains some things.” Nigel said with a soft chuckle. “Let’s go back to your schedule. What are you supposed to be doing right now instead of sitting in this shit hole with me, gorgeous?”

Adam began listing off his schedule, which was fairly impressive to Nigel considering the Romanian’s days were nothing but chaos and he’d just learn to roll with whatever came at him.

“I’m sorry…” Adam said suddenly, shyly. “I’ve been talking too much. Harlan always told me it’s rude to talk so much and not let others talk.”

Whoever the fuck Harlan was needed to have their teeth knocked out. “It’s not rude if I like listening.” Nigel said, reassuringly.

Adam smiled a little and Nigel’s heart skipped a beat at the beautiful sight. “Um…so what do you do for work, Nigel?”

“I’m co-owner of a club.” Which was true. There were other things behind the scenes of the club, other things that Nigel did, but co-owner of a club was good enough of an answer.

“Oh. I’ve never been to a club.” Adam’s brows furrowed a little. “They’re loud and full of people. I’m not sure I’d enjoy that.”

Nigel chuckled again, “Yea, clubs and bars don’t seem to be your kind of stomping grounds, er…I mean, your kind of places to go to.”

The young man shook his head. “No. I prefer the library or the planetarium.”

“The planetarium, huh? Are you into space?

Holy fuck.

Nigel thought Adam’s smile was beautiful, but his grin was a masterpiece; a work of art and needed to be hung in a museum. His whole face lit up like the sun and those eyes glowed with excitement.

Adam began talking again, but far more passionately than he had been when talking about his schedule. He talked in great detail about space, about the planets, about the rover on Mars, about how one day life could happen on Mars. He talked about space shuttles and the technology they would need and how far along that tech was.

Nigel honestly didn’t understand a damn word of what was being said, but he liked listening to Adam’s voice and the passion that came with it.

And he liked what it was doing to Adam.

As he talked, Adam’s body began to relax. His legs were now stretched out in front of him and Nigel felt the air leave his lungs.

The young man was stunning. Small body, long, slender legs, delicate face framed by chocolate curls. And those blue fucking eyes…so big and doe like…

A sudden chattering noise pulled Nigel from his thoughts and he blinked the haze from his eyes to see Adam was shivering and that noise had been his teeth. “You cold?”

Adam nodded. “Th-they took my jacket from me wh-when we arrived.”

Without a second thought, the Romanian stood up, unbuttoned his shirt, and moved to the bars that separated their cells.

“Here.” He held the shirt out, his arm passing through the bars into Adam’s side.

Adam stared at it for a moment before standing up and meeting Nigel at the bars. He was definitely smaller than Nigel, by at least 4 inches. As Adam took the shirt, their fingers brushed against each other and Nigel felt more electricity shoot down his back.

Adam held it up and smiled. “I like the dachshunds.” He looked up at Nigel’s hair line, then back to the shirt before saying sweetly, “Thank you…”

“No problem…” Nigel murmured, mesmerized as he watched Adam wrap it around his shoulders. God, it was so large on him that it might as well have been a blanket.

Suddenly, Adam brought it up to his nose, eyes fluttering closed as he took a deep breath in and Nigel thought his own legs were about to give out.

“You have a pleasant smell.” Adam said, quite bluntly, opening his eyes and staring at Nigel’s tank top covered chest. “I don’t really like cigarette smoke, but…” He took another sniff. “It smells nice with all the other smells you have.”

Nigel couldn’t help but laugh at the raw honesty of the response.

He was gone.

Gone head over heels.

The last thread of Nigel’s control over his heart snapped.

He’d known this boy for all of, what…45 minutes, an hour…and Adam Raki had snapped every bit of control Nigel had had over his heart. He already knew that he would burn the fucking world down for this angel.

“I’m glad I smell good to you, gorgeous.”

Fuck how Nigel’s heart fluttered as Adam’s cheeks turned beautifully pink.

“Why do you keep calling me that?” Adam asked, his voice a little softer.

“Calling you what?”

“Gorgeous.”

“Because you fucking are.” Nigel said with a smirk, his tongue now free since his heart was no longer bound and under control.

That blush darkened a little. “No one has ever called me that before…”

“Obviously you’ve been hanging around with the wrong people, darlin’, or they’re all blind as fucking bats.”

Adam was silent a moment, staring at the ground as he fiddled with a button on Nigel’s shirt. “Normally when people call me names, it’s to make fun of me. They don’t think I can hear them, but I can.” He wrapped the shirt tighter around him. “The things they call me…it hurts…”

Nigel couldn’t stop the protective growl escaping his throat any more than the response that came out of his mouth. “I wouldn’t hurt you like that, Adam.”

The younger man looked up and the air left Nigel’s lungs as their eyes finally locked onto one another.

It was only for a few seconds, but time seemed to slow, allowing Nigel to truly appreciate Adam’s gaze.

Stars danced in those lovely baby blues that swirled like the glowing galaxies the young man had just been talking about. Slowly, dark pupils grew and nearly swallowed those galaxies entirely as they stared into each other's eyes.

“Oh…” Adam whispered before his eyes flitted away.

Nigel remembered how to breathe again and time went back to normal.

Adam opened his mouth but the jangle of keys stopped him.

“Raki, you’re free to-“

“Adam!?”

Nigel winced at the shrill, female voice and saw Adam do the same.

A woman frantically came from around the corner, “Oh my god, Adam!” She whipped around to face the officer who had followed behind. “Get him out of there right now!”

“Yes, ma’am…” The cop sighed. He unlocked the cell and the woman hurried in, grabbing Adam by the shoulders and checking him over.

“Are you ok? Did they hurt you?” Adam shook his head no. “You’re really lucky then. What were you thinking, hitting a cop?” She sighed, shaking her own head. “You’re not supposed to hit cops, Adam.”

“I…I know Beth…” Adam murmured. “I just…I had a really bad day and-“

“No, Adam. It doesn’t matter how bad of a day you have, you don’t hit people.”

Nigel grimaced. “Beth” was talking to Adam like he was a fucking child.

“I know I just-“

She held up her finger to her lips and Nigel saw Adam crumble in on himself, pursing his lips together. “Don’t. Hit. People.”

Who the fuck was this bitch…!?

She went to the side of Adam and placed a hand on his back. “Come on, I’m taking you home.” She glared at the officer. “And you’re going to take us to get his stuff right now.”

“Yes, ma’am…” sighed the officer again.

Beth and Adam began to leave. Before he left the cell, Adam looked over at Nigel. Nigel didn’t want to believe it, but he almost looked…upset he had to go.

And honestly…Nigel didn’t want him to go either. He could feel his heart suffocating at the thought of not seeing Adam.

Still, regardless of how his heart ached, he flashed Adam a crooked grin, showing off his fangs and gave the young man a wink.

Adam’s eyes widened as that blush returned to his face.

And then they were gone around the corner.

Nigel sighed and sat back down on his cot, dropping his head in his hands and groaning as he pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes.

Fuck…he was in love.

Deeply, stupidly, ridiculously in love.

He needed to down 4 beers, 2 shots of whiskey, and smoke a pack and a half of cigarettes.

Darko needed to get him out. Soon.

Unfortunately, soon ended up being 7 fucking hours later.

If he hadn’t been in a police station he would have fucking broken Darko’s nose right then and there.

Instead, he waited till they got in the car.

Nigel didn’t break it, even though Darko bitched that he had, but he did make it bleed hard enough that he had to drive while Darko shoved tissues up his nose and stared at the car’s ceiling.

After Darko had told Nigel to get out of his fucking car and that he’d see him tomorrow night, Nigel burst into his apartment, exhausted.

He heavily dropped onto his couch, kicking off his boots before he slid his jeans off and threw them into a pile somewhere behind him. He reached to unbutton his shirt when he remembered he didn’t have it.

During the fucking tornado that had been that woman, Beth, neither Adam or Nigel had remembered that Nigel had let Adam use his shirt.

Which meant…Adam still had it with him.

Nigel groaned as he fell to his side on the couch, eyes closed and that gorgeous face as Adam smelled his shirt haunting him behind his eyelids.

And Adam Raki continued to haunt Nigel’s mind every minute of every day after that night.

Didn’t matter how much he drank, how busy he was, how many men and women he tried to fuck (and yes, tried was the word as he’d been unable to get it up), his mind always went back to that angelic face.

That smile, that grin, that blush.

He’d gotten hard too many fucking times just imagining those big, wet baby blues under long, dark eyelashes staring up at him. He’d gotten off 4 times in one night at the scenarios his mind conjured up of a teary-eyed, begging Adam.

Fuck…Nigel wanted him.

Wanted Adam so bad it was making him goddamn miserable.

A week and 3 days later after that night in the cell Nigel was slumped against a wall near the VIP door of the night club, smoking his tenth cigarette in the last 3 hours, keeping one eye on the crowd of people watching the girls dance and the other eye on the crowd gathered at the bar.

He hissed with the cigarette between his teeth as he flexed his hands, feeling ache of the bruises on his knuckles and the small cuts reopening. Darko had banned him over here after beating the hell out of the third sack of shit that evening. Nigel hadn’t even argued with Darko, which was rare for him, just headed silently to the wall with blood dripping from his hands.

Being banned to the wall meant that he wasn’t necessarily busy, and when he wasn’t busy or drinking, his thoughts wandered.

And, as always, his thoughts wandered to Adam.

Nigel wondered what he was doing right now, if he’d found a new job. He wondered who the hell Beth was and how she was involved with Adam.

But mostly…he wondered if Adam thought about Nigel at all.

“Fucks sake, you’re a fucking co-owner could you at least look like it?”

Nigel blinked and saw Darko had made his way over to him with a glass of dark liquor in his hand. Nigel grunted and snatched the drink, not caring if it was meant for him or not, and downed it in one swallow, enjoying the burn as it went down.

“Are you still fucking thinking about that kid?” Darko said, rolling his eyes. “Christ, Nigel, just do what you usually do and find him.”

Nigel had thought about letting the possessive creature inside of him out and doing as Darko had suggested.

But…he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

And it wasn’t because the last time he had he’d ended up with a fucking bullet in his head.

No…it was because Adam wasn’t anything like Gabi had been.

It had been easy to let his possessiveness out when he had been with her, probably because his instincts had known she was a goddamn fucking cheater.

With Adam, though…Nigel found himself wanting to be invited into Adam’s life and allowed access.

Because Adam was rare. One of a kind.

Perfect.

Nigel shook his head. “I fucking can’t.”

“Why the hell not?”

“I just fucking can’t, alright?” Nigel hissed. “Fuck, you think you’d be glad about that seeing as we had to fucking move to New York because I did what I “usually do”.”

Darko shrugged. “Yea, but at least you didn’t look like a fucking wet mop someone threw against the wall.”

“Fuck you.” Nigel said through gritted teeth.

“Buy me dinner first.”

Nigel was about to actually break Darko’s nose for real this time when one of their bouncers came up to them. “Sorry to interrupt, but there’s a guy outside looking for Nigel.”

Nigel really couldn’t deal with this. “Donnie, what the fuck? You know what to tell people who ask for me. I’ll get back to them when I fucking get back to them.”

“Yea, I know, Boss, and I told him that but…”

“But fucking what?”

Donnie looked exasperated. “Boss, I can’t get him to leave! He kept saying over and over he needed to give some fucking shirt back to Nigel Banyai.”

No fucking way…

Nigel immediately stood up from the wall, every nerve in his body alive. “A shirt?”

“Yea. I thought he was pulling my leg but when I peeked in the bag it did kinda look like-”

Nigel didn’t even let Donnie finish as he all but ran to the club entrance. He opened the door and his irritation, his misery, his sour mood…all of it melted away as he came face to face once more with his curly haired, blue eyed angel.

A smile spread on Nigel’s face. “Hello, gorgeous.”

To his absolute delight, Adam smiled back, blushing as he replied sweetly, “Hello, Nigel.”

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Adam was terrified.

He had just been fired and mindlessly had wandered to the school Beth worked at. He was hoping he could talk to her for a little, hoping maybe it would help calm him down since he could feel he was on the verge of a melt down. He didn’t like having meltdowns in public and usually tried to just go home, but home was very far at the moment and Beth was closer.

He was only watching the kids play soccer…he hadn’t meant to do anything bad.

But apparently that was bad.

He tried to explain, but the police officer wasn’t listening to him. He just kept getting louder and louder. There was a pitched ringing in Adam’s ear and he was trying so hard to control his breathing.

Suddenly, the officer put a hand on his shoulder and Adam went deaf.

He didn’t remember a whole lot, but he knew he’d hit the officer.

And he also knew that was an assault on a police officer.

He tried to form words, tried to explain he hadn’t meant it, but the officer wasn’t listening to him, and no one was still listening when he was told to get into the cell.

Now, he was on a cot, curled up into a ball in the farthest corner, terrified and nearly in tears.

He hadn’t taken his call because he couldn’t remember Harlan’s number and he didn’t even know Beth’s. His cell phone had Harlan’s number in it but they had taken that along with his jacket before he was asked if he wanted to make a call.

He pressed his skull into his knees, trying to not dig lines down his arms with his nails, when a rough but gentle voice asked, “What they get you for, kid?”

He looked up at the direction of the voice and saw a man sitting on his own cot. He was tan with dirty blonde hair and dark eyes. He was wearing a light blue shirt with…some kind of pattern. “I’m not a child. I’m 29.”

“Fuck, really?” The man asked, a smirk spreading on his face. He had nice lips. “Damn…coulda fooled me. You don’t look any older than 18.”

“My identification says I am 29.” Adam huffed. “If I had not had my wallet confiscated I could have shown you.”

The man chuckled softly. “Relax, I believe you. I don’t need proof.” He swung his legs over the edge of the cot to sit up and face Adam and Adam could see that they were very long and wondered if he was tall. “So, what could an angel like you have possibly done to get in trouble with these assholes?”

Adam frowned. “I was waiting for someone who works at the elementary school…and was watching some of the children play soccer and the police officer had come and grabbed at me and…” He curled in tighter on himself, eyes locking onto a spot on the floor. “I…I hit him…”

“You hit a fucking cop?”

“I-I didn’t mean to..! It was an accident!” Adam sobbed, the tears finally running free. He buried his face back into his knees. “Now they’re going to keep me here and I’m off my schedule and I don’t like being off my schedule and I just want to go home…!”

Everything was so much.

Too much.

Before he knew it, his hand had formed into a fist and he began hitting his thigh as hard as he could.

“Hey, hey, hey…no need to do that, gorgeous.” The man said, soothingly.

“That is not my name..!” Adam yelled into his knees. He looked back up at the man, who was blurry from his tears. “My name is Adam! Adam Raki!”

The man, surprisingly, just chuckled again. “Nice to meet you. I’m Nigel.”

Adam blinked away the tears, glaring at the man’s chin over his knees. “The officer called you Banyai…”

“Yea, that’s my last name.”

Oh. That would make sense. The officer’s had called him “Raki” and not his first name. Adam’s eyes made their way to the man’s sharp cheekbones and then to a scar on the bridge of his nose. “Nigel Banyai…”

After that, Nigel had asked about his schedule which led to Adam telling him he had just been fired today. He told Adam the business was going to “fall apart” because of his “sleaze-bag” of a boss, and didn’t even bat an eye when Adam told him he was autistic after not understanding why or how a business would “fall apart”. In fact…Nigel had just smiled. Nigel continued to ask about his schedule and Adam continued to discuss all the things he had for the rest of the day and tomorrow and the day after. Eventually, he realized he’d been talking for a long time.

“I’m sorry…” He said, shyly. “I’ve been talking too much. Harlan always told me it’s rude to talk so much and not let others talk.”

“It’s not rude if I like listening.”

Adam smiled a little. Normally people just listened to him because they didn’t know what else to do, but it did really seem like Nigel enjoyed listening to him. “Um…so what do you do for work, Nigel?”

“I’m co-owner of a club.” Nigel replied with a shrug.

“Oh. I’ve never been to a club.” Adam frowned a little. “They’re loud and full of people. I’m not sure I’d enjoy that.”

Nigel chuckled again, “Yea, clubs and bars don’t seem to be your kind of stomping grounds, er…I mean, your kind of places to go to.”

Adam shook his head “No. I prefer the library or the planetarium.”

“The planetarium, huh? Are you into space?

Adam grinned so wide for the first time that awful day that his cheeks hurt. He began talking again, a little louder and more passionately. He loved space and everything to do with it. It was his favorite topic of discussion. He could talk for hours about the progress made into getting life moved onto Mars

He hadn’t realized he had uncurled himself from his ball and hadn’t realized how warm he had made himself until a chill settled over him making his teeth chatter.

“You cold?” asked Nigel.

Adam nodded. “Th-they took my jacket from me wh-when we arrived.”

Adam watched, eyes wide, as Nigel stood up, unbuttoned his shirt, and moved to the bars that separated their cells.

“Here.” He said as he held the shirt out, his arm passing through the bars into Adam’s side.

Adam stared at it for a moment before standing up and meeting Nigel at the bars.

Nigel was tall. Adam thought he was a pretty good size at 5 feet 10 inches, but Nigel still managed to tower over him. The man had wide shoulders and strong arms that were covered in white scars, and yet his long legs and lean frame looked like a dancer’s.

Adam felt something warm stir in his chest when their hands touched as he took the shirt.

He held the shirt up, finally seeing the pattern he couldn’t see before. It was blue and orange weiner dogs. “I like the dachshunds.” he said, smiling. He looked up at Nigel’s hair line, noticing white raised skin peeking out from the bangs, then looked back down at the shirt. “Thank you…”

“No problem…” He heard Nigel murmur.

As Adam wrapped it around himself, it brushed against his cheek and he smelled something good. Something warm and calming.

He brought the collar of the shirt up to his nose and took a deep breath, closing his eyes. The fabric was covered with all kinds of smells that didn’t necessarily belong together but also seemed to work well together. He could smell the sharp, metallic, clean scent of some kind of deodorant as well as the musk of sweat it was trying to cover. There was the heavy smell of smoke and cigarettes that told Adam Nigel was a smoker. He could also smell whiskey, which he’d only smelled once when his father had given him a glass of it for his 21st birthday. It had tasted horrible, but he remembered the smell; spicy with a sweet, caramel like scent.

“You have a pleasant smell.” Adam said, opening his eyes and staring at Nigel’s chest, noticing that it was furry with dark hair. “I don’t really like cigarette smoke, but…” He took another sniff. “It smells nice with all the other smells you have.”

Adam wasn’t sure what response he was expecting, but laughter certainly hadn’t been one of them as he watched Nigel’s mouth bark in a loud laugh. “I’m glad I smell good to you, gorgeous.”

Adam blushed. “Why do you keep calling me that?” he asked.

“Calling you what?”

“Gorgeous.” Adam said, staring at the tattoo of a woman on Nigel’s neck and wondering if she was anyone specific.

“Because you fucking are.”

Adam felt his blush grow hotter and make its way down his neck. “No one has ever called me that before…”

“Obviously you’ve been hanging around with the wrong people, darlin’, or they’re all blind as fucking bats.”

None of the people Adam had been around were blind as far as he knew. He stared at the ground, fiddling with one of the buttons on Nigel’s shirt, enjoying the smoothness of it. “Normally when people call me names, it’s to make fun of me. They don’t think I can hear them, but I can.” He wrapped the shirt tighter around him. “The things they call me…it hurts…”

There was a growl. “I wouldn’t hurt you like that, Adam.”

Adam looked up, surprised, and stared directly into Nigel’s eyes.

Every anxious nerve in Adam relaxed instantly.

Nigel’s eyes weren’t the dark color he thought they were. They were a warm, honey color that looked at Adam gently and softly. They didn’t match with the rest of the rough exterior of Nigel and Adam found he liked that. He wondered if Nigel’s eyes were this soft for others.

His heart skipped a beat as he watched Nigel’s pupils dilate, the black almost completely taking over the colored iris. He knew that pupils would dilate for many reasons, such as drugs, or getting your eyes checked, or being in a dark room, but he also knew they could dilate from the release of oxytocin and dopamine.

And oxytocin and dopamine are released when someone is looking and talking to someone they are sexually attracted to.

“Oh…” Adam whispered as he looked away, feeling his pants grow a little tight. He chewed on his lip for a second before he opened his mouth to speak, only to have the sound of keys silence him.

“Raki, you’re free to-“

“Adam!?”

Adam winced at the sharp sound of Beth. She hurried in and checked him over, then chastised him like a child for hitting the cop. Adam wanted to speak up, wanted to explain, wanted to continue to argue and say he wasn’t a child, but after the second time of trying he grew tired and became silent.

As she began to lead him out, he looked back at Nigel, feeling a pull in his heart. He didn’t want to go. He didn’t want to leave Nigel here.

Nigel flashed a crooked grin, showing off sharp fangs and winking. Adam blushed again and felt his pants tighten more.

It wasn’t until after Beth had taken him home and he was getting ready for bed that he realized he still had Nigel’s shirt on.

He brought it up to his nose and breathed deeply. It really was a pleasant smell, warm and spicy.

It was comforting.

And…arousing.

As he laid in bed that evening, he found he was unable to sleep. Which was unusual because even though being arrested had messed up his schedule, he was still on time for bed and normally, he could fall asleep quickly.

Not that night.

That night, he stayed up thinking about Nigel. That night, he’d been so sexually aroused it hurt. That night, he’d held the shirt to his face, moaning into the soft, dog patterned material as he stroked himself to images of Nigel.

And Adam continued to think about Nigel every day after.

It wasn’t until a week and 3 days later that Adam decided he should probably return the shirt. He’d mostly come to this decision because he had, unfortunately, washed away a lot of the scent after some of his….orgasm had splattered onto the shirt.

The problem was…he didn’t know how to return it to Nigel. He had no other information other than his name.

“Oh.” Adam said out loud to the air. “He said he owns a club.”

With those small bits of information, he spent that whole afternoon searching on his computer for a Nigel Banyai who owned a club.

Unfortunately, clubs didn’t seem to announce who owned them nor did a lot of clubs even have a website.

What he did end up finding was a news article with the title, “Local Romanian club owner arrested after allegedly beating a man almost to death.”

And under the title was not only the name of the club but also a picture of Nigel.

He was yelling at whoever had taken the photo, his fangs showing as if he was going to bite the camera.

Adam chewed on his lip, a little worried. Did Nigel really beat a man almost to death? Did that make him a bad man? He knew one couldn’t believe everything on the internet (he had learned that the hard way), but this would explain why Nigel had been in jail that night…

He thought about all the nice things Nigel had said, how Nigel hadn’t gotten upset when he talked too much and had even said he enjoyed listening, how Nigel hadn’t looked at Adam any differently after he learned he was autistic.

He looked over at the shirt that was nicely folded on the edge of his desk. If Nigel had truly been a bad person, he would have left Adam to be cold instead of giving him the shirt.

Plus, it wasn’t very nice of Adam to assume Nigel was a bad man because he was arrested. Harlan had always told him someone’s past mistakes didn’t make them bad.

Adam smiled and placed a hand on the shirt. He would bring it back to Nigel tonight.

He wasn’t sure what time clubs usually opened, but he felt 11 was a good time. Normally, he was in bed by 11, but the mixture of nerves and excitement kept him too awake to even consider being tired.

When the last bus of the night dropped him off a couple blocks away from Nigel’s club, he felt his anxiety start to overpower his excitement.

What if Nigel didn’t remember him? It had only been a week, but Adam knew he wasn’t really the type of person people remembered. Normally, that wouldn’t have bothered him, he didn’t mind being invisible to everyone else, but the thought of being invisible to Nigel made Adam’s chest hurt in a way he hadn’t felt before.

“Can I help you?”

Adam jumped and looked up to see a very large man standing in front of him. He had been so lost in his thoughts he hadn’t realized he had walked right up to the club doors.

He blinked and realized this man must have been guarding the entrance. “I need to see Nigel Banyai. I have his shirt.”

The guard cocked his head to one side. “Look, if you have business with Nigel just wait until he calls you.”

“He doesn’t have my phone number.”

“Trust me, kid, he has it.” He gestured for Adam to move. “Now get out of the way, I have people to let in.”

“I know he doesn’t have my number because I never gave it to him, and I can get out of the way once I see Nigel.”

The guard sighed, seeming to finally see the bag in Adam’s hands. “I can give it to him.”

Adam clutched the bag tightly to his chest. “I don’t think that is a good idea. He gave me the shirt so I should be the one to return it to him.”

“I’ll make sure he gets it.”

Adam shook his head. “No, I need to give it to him.”

The guard groaned loudly and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Fine. Fucking fine. I will go tell Nigel and if I come back and he tells me to tell you to go, will you fucking leave?”

Adam nodded, that anxiety back but this time about Nigel not wanting to see him.

The guard nodded back and headed into the club, a loud pulse of music escaping out.

As Adam waited, he fiddled with the bag’s handles while he chewed on his bottom lip, lost once more in his thoughts

He wasn’t sure what was worse, having Nigel not remember him or having Nigel remember him and not wanting to see him.

He decided both were equally bad and both made his chest hurt. Hurt badly.

Adam’s head snapped up as the door opened and the anxiety and that pain in his chest vanished as he saw a warm, crooked smile on Nigel’s lips.

“Hello, gorgeous.”

Nigel remembered him. Nigel hadn’t forgotten him and Nigel had come to the door to see him.

Those thoughts caused him to feel warm all over and a blush spread across his cheeks as he smiled back. “Hello, Nigel.”

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The club was exactly how Adam thought it would be.

Loud and full of people.

Thankfully, Nigel had led Adam to his office in the back. Led him back with his large, warm hands over his sensitive ears and his wide shoulders shielding him from the patrons knocking into him.

With Nigel so close, Adam could once more smell that warm, spicy scent and felt his pants tighten.

He was very glad it was dark in the club.

Finally, after some crowd weaving and Nigel snapping at some of the customers, they made it to the office. Adam realized as Nigel removed his hands that he could barely hear the music, just the low vibrations of it.

“Oh.” Adam said softly. “It’s…quiet.”

“My office is soundproof.” Nigel said, his lips curled in a crooked smile.

There was a sudden muffled yet loud noise right outside the door, catching Nigel’s attention. “I’ll be right back, darlin’.” Before Adam could reply, the man had slipped out, letting in a wave of loud noise before the door shut and it was quiet once more.

Adam stood awkwardly in the middle of the office, the bag with the shirt clutched tightly to his chest as he looked around at the room. To his left was a personal bar with bottle after bottle of liquor. To his right was another door along with two black leather armchairs. In the middle of the room was a couch that matched the armchairs. It was placed in front of a dark, heavy wooden desk with a dark red, high back chair behind it.

He saw a couch and thought it’d be more comfortable to sit. Nigel hadn’t told him to, but why else would a couch be there if not to sit on? As he made his way around to the front of the couch, he noticed a painting on the back wall behind the desk.

It was beautiful.

To the left there looked to be a plate of some kind, some books, and a closed pink fan with dark pink tassel. Behind the fan was a large goblet holding tan gloves and some letters and surrounding it were flowers in different shades of pink with some yellow scattered in.

It looked so…bright and soft. It seemed out of place here among the harsh darkness of this room. Adam wondered why Nigel picked this painting. He could have picked one that more matched his office, so why this one?

“Pretty isn’t it?”

Adam jumped and whirled around to see Nigel leaning against the door, one corner of his lip pulled into a small smile. As he looked at Nigel, he realized while he had been staring at the painting, he had walked right past the couch and had ended up standing directly in front of it.

He fidgeted with the bag, nervously, as he stuttered, “I’m sorry…I hadn’t…I didn’t realize…”

Nigel pushed himself off from the door and walked over to his side, still smiling. “Relax, angel. You were only doing what art is made for.” Adam tilted his head to one side and Nigel chuckled. “You were lookin’ at it. Isn’t that what art is made for? To be looked at?”

Oh…Nigel did have a point.

Adam gazed back up at the painting with Nigel following his lead. “Why did you pick this one?” He asked. “It doesn’t really match anything else in your office.”

“It was painted by an artist from Romania.” Nigel replied.

“Romania?” Adam asked, his eyes following the brush strokes of the goblet.

“My home.”

That definitely explained his accent that Adam had been trying to pinpoint for days now. He looked at Nigel, who was gazing at the painting, his lips in a small, tight frown. “Do you…miss your home?” Adam asked, softly.

“Every day.” Nigel sighed.

“Well, you can always go back and visit.” Adam said, bringing his own gaze back to the painting. “Though, airplane tickets can be expensive.”

Nigel chuckled a little.

There was silence except for the thrumming of the muffled music.

“It's oil paint, right?” Adam asked, breaking the quiet.

Nigel shrugged. “Probably? Fuck if I know.”

“It is.” Adam pointed at the painting. “It’s very glossy in the light and I can see that it has texture and raised paint from the brush used. Plus, it has cracks from aging.”

The taller man hummed. “You’re just a little vault of information, aren’t you?”

“I suppose. Harlan says it’s a good party trick, though I don’t understand how it’s a trick for a party at all. I just like to do research on things I’m curious about or interested in.”

“Is that how you found me?”

Adam could feel a burning blush creep up his neck and into his face as he stared at the painting. “I…I just wanted to give you back your shirt and we hadn’t exchanged any phone numbers and I only remembered your name so I…”

“So you went looking for me online.” Adam watched out of the corner of his eye as Nigel shifted from one foot to the other. “Find anything good?”

“I found an article…which had the name of the club and a picture of you.”

“What did it say?”

Adam licked his upper lip. “It said, “Local Romanian club owner arrested after allegedly beating a man almost to death”.”

The silence after that was horrible and not as pleasant as it had been. It felt like it was going on forever and Adam didn’t like that he could hear his heart hammering in his ears.

Finally, Nigel spoke.

“And what did you think about that article?” he asked, his tone gentle and low.

Adam dropped his gaze to the floor. “I wondered, at first, if it made you a bad person.” He heard a deep hum come from Nigel. “But then I remembered all of the nice things you did for me. How you said you liked to listen, how you didn’t look at me any differently when I said I was autistic.” His fingers dug into the bag. “How you let me use your shirt.” He looked back up at the painting, his cheeks burning. “And I came to the conclusion that making a mistake doesn’t make someone a bad person.”

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Nigel stared at Adam.

Making a mistake doesn’t make someone a bad person.

God…if the things he’d done that night to get arrested had been his only mistake in life, then maybe he could actually believe what Adam was saying.

But…Adam didn’t know everything. Adam didn’t know what a monster he had been, what a monster he still could become when his buttons were pressed one too many times, and the things his monster had already done behind the scenes of the club.

Nigel sighed and glanced down at his cut and tender knuckles. “One mistake might not make someone bad…” he murmured, “But what about many mistakes…does that make someone a bad guy?” As he waited for Adam’s response he could almost see the gears turning in that wonderful head of his.

“No.” Adam said firmly after a moment of thoughtful silence. “Making many mistakes doesn’t make you bad either.”

“World would be a better place if more people had the same thought process as you, darlin’.”

Adam nodded in agreement. “It would definitely be more organized.”

Nigel blinked, the blunt, honest words slowly processing in his mind before a grin spread across his face and he barked out a loud laugh. “You know what, you’re absolutely fucking right.”

He saw a smile spread on Adam’s face as he echoed, “fucking right”, making Nigel laugh again and making Adam giggle.

“How did you even get here, Adam?” Nigel asked as soon as the laughter had calmed down. “You gotta be off that schedule of yours.”

“I am but I…I wasn’t tired so I was already off my schedule for bed anyway.” Adam said as he looked down at his shoes. “I wasn’t sure what time your club opened but I thought 11 was a good time, especially since that’s when the last bus of the night leaves for this area.”

“Wait…” Nigel’s eyebrows furrowed. “Last bus? Do you not have a ride home?”

Adam shook his head. “No, but…but I can try and get a taxi…” Nigel saw the grimace on Adam’s face pull his lips up into something of a sneer. “Or I can walk.”

Nigel scoffed. “Fuck that. No way I’m letting you fucking walk home in this neighborhood. I’ll bring you home.”

Adam blinked up at Nigel, his eyes wide as they darted back and forth. “You would do that?”

“Of course.” Nigel smiled. “Can’t let a gorgeous thing like you walk home, now can I?” Nigel watched Adam’s ears turn red and he felt his heart hammer in his chest at the sight. “Before I take you home, though…I don’t think you came all this way to talk to me about paintings and mistakes.”

“Oh…ah…no. No, I did not.” Adam turned, finally loosening his hold on the bag, and held it out to Nigel. “I came here to give you back the shirt you let me use.” Adam smiled angelically up at him. “Thank you, Nigel.”

Nigel took the bag and as their fingers touched he immediately felt that electricity shoot down his back that he’d felt in the cell. Blue eyes gazed up at him through soft eyelashes, locking onto Nigel’s and making every vein in the Romanian’s body burn and all the blood in his body travel south.

Well, he thought all the blood had run south until Adam asked, “Were you sexually aroused in the jail cell?”

Nigel nearly fucking collapsed as the last drops of blood left his brain and shot to his dick at the question coming out of those pink lips. At first, he thought he’d just hallucinated the question; hallucinations of a love-sick mind. But then Adam asked again, his head tilted to the side and those curls falling into those baby blues and Nigel knew he wasn’t imagining it.

“I…uh…”

Before he could even attempt to think of an answer, his office doors burst open, letting music and shouting flood into the room along with the thick scent of sweat and beer. Nigel snarled, completely fucking pissed off at someone not knocking but also pissed off that someone just invited themselves into his office. “Who the fuck-!?”

“Calm the fuck down, shithead.” It was Darko. Of fucking course it was Darko who burst into his goddamn office.

Nigel curled his lip, baring his sharp fangs. The fucker had already escaped a broken nose twice now…

A small whine behind him snapped him from his anger and he turned to see Adam with his hands over his ears, curled in on himself, almost hyperventilating. “Shut the goddamn door!” Nigel yelled.

“Alright, alright! Fucking hell…”

The door slammed shut and Nigel quickly rushed to Adam’s side. “Adam?” His eyes were screwed tightly shut and his fingernails were clawing into his scalp. Nigel placed his own hands gently over Adam’s. “It’s ok, gorgeous. The door is shut.”

Adam carefully opened his eyes and looked up at Nigel, those baby blues big and wet with tears.

Fuck fuck fuck FUCK…!

Nigel swallowed hard and felt his cock twitch as his imagination had all but come to life 4 inches away from him.

“So, this is the kid.” Darko said, an unlit cigarette between his lips.

“I-I’m not a child…” Adam replied, his voice shaking a little. “I’m 29.” Nigel saw him reach a trembling hand into his pocket and grabbed at his arm, stopping Adam from getting the wallet he knew the young man was reaching for.

Darko cocked an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

“Yes fucking seriously, Darko.” Nigel hissed as he stood up, stepping in front of Adam to try and shield him. “What the fuck do you want anyway? You couldn’t fucking knock?”

Darko leaned to the side to get more of a view of Adam and smirked. “Doesn’t look like your ugly ass is fucking him so I don’t know why you care if I knocked or not.”

Nigel heard a squeak behind him and looked to see if Adam was frightened again. Instead, he found a very red face, a bottom lip being chewed nervously, and blown out blue eyes staring anywhere but at Nigel.

“Were you sexually aroused in the jail cell?”

Wait a fucking minute…

He took a deep breath, letting it out real slow as he tried to calm not only the rage boiling in his chest but also his dick that was straining against his jeans. “What the fuck do you want Darko?” he asked again through gritted teeth.

“Can’t find my lighter.” The other Romanian said with a shrug.

Nigel’s head throbbed from the vein pushing against his scar. “You about break down my fucking door to ask for a goddamn lighter?” He clenched his fists so tight the cuts reopened again and he could feel the blood run down his hand. “Why didn’t you ask Donnie, or fucking Sam? Sam fucking smokes more than you and I combined.”

Darko shrugged again and smirked, his eyes flicking over to Adam. Nigel knew the lighter reason was a bunch of bullshit. Darko just wanted to see Adam.

He pulled out his gold lighter and slapped it into Darko's chest, grabbing a fist full of the shirt, his face inches away from the other Romanian’s as he hissed, “I’m taking the rest of the fucking night off. Don’t fucking call me, even if you’re dying.” He gave Darko a shove, making the man stumble a little.

Nigel turned his attention to Adam, whose face had calmed down but he was still worrying his lip. “C’mon, let’s get you home.” He placed his hand on Adam’s back and began to lead him out.

Adam surprised Nigel as the younger man paused in front of Darko, his eyes flitting around as he stared at the man, his head cocked to one side. “Nigel is quite attractive, and unless you have seen his bottom with your own eyes, I’m sure it is equally as attractive and not ugly.” Darko stared back, his eyes wide in surprise and his mouth dropping open a little.

“Also…” Adam continued. “Rectums do not do the actual act of fornication. They can not penetrate like a penis, but the penis can penetrate it. That’s called anal sex.” Adam looked up at Nigel. “Can we go now?”

Nigel wasn't sure what to do or how to feel. He wasn’t sure whether to cheer because Adam thought he was “attractive”, whether to be in shock because Adam clearly knew about anal sex, or whether to laugh at Darko’s fucking face as cigarette had fallen out of his mouth with how low his jaw had dropped.

Nigel opted for laughing.

Deep, side splitting rolls of laughter that caused tears to gather in the corners of his eyes.

“Fuck yes, we can go.” Nigel replied as soon as he could breathe again.

As he once more led Adam out of the club and outside, he couldn’t help the proud, beaming grin that stretched across his face. Adam fucking Raki had left Darko stunned speechless, which was a fucking feat in and of itself.

God…he was so fucking in love.

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Adam wasn’t sure how he felt about the motorcycle.

It was extremely loud, not as loud as the club had been but loud enough that he hadn’t been sure he wanted to get on it.

The helmet Nigel had provided, though, helped a lot in blocking out the sound of the roaring engine.

Plus…he got to hold onto Nigel.

Nigel had told him that he didn’t need to if he was uncomfortable, he would drive smoothly and there were grips on the side of where Adam sat, but the moment Nigel revved the engine and began to move Adam’s arms flew around Nigel’s waist in a panic.

And he found that…he didn’t mind it. In fact…he really liked it.

Nigel’s back was warm, even through his leather jacket, and sturdy. Adam rested his face against it, Nigel’s wide shoulders shielding his face from the whipping air. He could feel the muscles in his shoulder blades under his cheek shift with each minute movement as he guided the motorcycle through traffic.

It was nice.

Maybe a little too nice because Adam realized he was growing hard again pressed tight against Nigel’s backside and he had no way to hide it. He could only hope Nigel was too focused on the road and the other vehicles to notice.

He hadn’t been lying when he said to that man, Darko, that Nigel was attractive. Adam found the tall, blonde man very attractive. More than once Adam had dreamed about Nigel curled around him in bed, holding him close, whispering in his ear and calling him “gorgeous”, only to awaken and find it wasn’t real.

Adam had been alone for a while now since his father had died and had gotten fairly used to it. It was better to be alone anyway as he didn’t have to explain, didn’t have to have people look at him like he was crazy, didn’t have to have people tell him he was talking too much and to be quiet.

His father had never done those things to him, neither did Harlan, but others had and it had hurt too much to let them into his schedule only to have them rip it apart. So he was content to be alone and go about his scheduled days.

And then…Adam met Nigel. And Adam found himself not content to be alone anymore.

He wanted Nigel to be part of his days, part of his schedule. He wanted those warm, honey eyes to look at him soft and gentle again every day.

As they rode to Adam’s apartment, he couldn’t help wondering what Nigel’s answer would have been to his question if they hadn’t been interrupted. Adam had a hard time reading people, it was part of his autism, and a lot of the time he would just bluntly ask things because he couldn’t read body language or facial cues. It had gotten him into a lot of trouble when he was younger. His middle school and high school years had been full of cuts, bruises, and blood.

But Nigel hadn’t seemed upset or disgusted, and he certainly didn’t seem angry since he had witnessed that when the other man, Darko, had come into the office unannounced.

“You good back there, gorgeous?” yelled Nigel over the noise of not only the motorcycle but also the other vehicles, pulling Adam from his thoughts.

“Yes, thank you.” Adam yelled back.

Plus, if Nigel had been upset, Adam was certain Nigel would have rescinded his offer to bring him home.

He sighed and tightened his arms around Nigel’s waist, closing his eyes.

He definitely liked how Nigel felt in his arms.

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Nigel had never been so thankful to get off his motorcycle.

He’d been so fucking hard the whole ride.

His dick had shot to life after hearing Adam tell Darko he thought Nigel was attractive, but it had softened to a manageable half-hard status as he climbed onto the bike.

Then Adam had wrapped his arms around Nigel’s waist and Nigel had grown so fucking hard so fucking quickly his vision went dizzy and he had to remember how to breathe through his nose.

And it refused to go down as they rode. In fact, Nigel could feel a wet spot on the inside of his boxers forming as Adam pressed himself closer to Nigel’s back and nearly shot a load in his pants when he felt the younger man tighten his grip and settle comfortably against him..

Adam’s question kept repeating in his head, “Were you sexually aroused in the jail cell?”

Yes.

The answer was yes.

And pretty much every single fucking day after for almost 2 weeks.

But Nigel wanted so much more than just a good fuck. He wanted Adam, all of Adam. He wanted every small smile, every wide grin as Adam talked about space. He wanted every rosy blush on those pale cheeks, every silly little laugh and giggle. He wanted those gorgeous baby blues to look at him in the morning, in the afternoon, and in the evening for as long as he lived.

He wanted Adam Raki.

Nigel held out his hand as Adam climbed off first, noticing the younger man’s legs were a little wobbly, and couldn’t help the small smile as he remembered his first time on a bike and his own legs had done the same.

With Adam off and on the sidewalk, Nigel swung his leg over to dismount, biting back a hiss as his stiff dick pressed against the bike, relieving some of the pressure in his pants.

As he tucked the keys into his pocket, he saw Adam was struggling with the buckle under his chin and chuckled softly. “Hold on, let me help you.” He said, making his way around the bike to Adam.

Adam craning his head up for Nigel to have access to the buckle about made Nigel’s knees buckle and made that possessive monster inside claw at its cage. It wanted to take those pretty pink lips and make them wet and swollen, wanted to mark that pale neck full of dark purple marks.

The goddamn buckle finally unlatched and the Romanian took the helmet off himself, watching as those chocolate curls sprang to life now that they were free.

“Thank you.” Adam said, softly.

“Of course, gorgeous.” Nigel replied.

Adam fidgeted with the cuff of his jacket. “Would…would you like to come up to my apartment? I don’t have beer but I have some soda.”

Holy shit.

Adam was inviting him up to his apartment.

“Soda sounds fine, angel, but you don’t gotta invite me up because you think it’s the polite thing to do, ya know.”

“I know.” A blush spread across Adam’s cheeks as his gaze flicked to Nigel’s shoulder. “I…I would like it if you came up to my apartment. It’s…nice being around you.”

Holy fucking shit.

Was that a confession!?

Nigel smiled softly, trying not to let his wildly beating eager heart take over completely. “Lead the way then.”

Adam smiled and began heading to the apartment entrance. “I can show you my collection of NASA memorabilia if you’d like. I have a few patches from some of the astronaut uniforms.”

“Sure, gorgeous, whatever you wanna do.”

“Whatever I want to do…” Adam repeated. He stopped at the door and turned around to face Nigel, who was nearly eye level with Adam as he had stopped on the stairs. “Do you mean that?”

Nigel blinked, confused, but nodded. “Yea, of course, Adam.”

“Then I changed my mind about showing you my collection and I want you to answer my question from earlier.”

The Romanian’s cheeks burst into a burning flush. “N-now?! Here?!”

Adam nodded. “Yes, now because you were interrupted by that man you called Darko, and yes right here. There is no one around because it’s so late.” His eyes flickered across Nigel’s face, never staying in one spot too long.

He could lie. He should lie. He should lie right now and say he hadn’t been instead of saying yes and looking like an absolute creepy old pervert. In fact, he opened his mouth to say no, but then Adam spoke up again.

“Please, don’t lie to me.” he said, softly, as if he had read Nigel's mind. “I don’t like liars.”

And there went that option.

“Yes. I was.” Nigel replied, his throat feeling dry.

Adam took a step closer, his long eyelashes fluttering over large, blue sapphires that flitted about like hummingbirds. “Were you sexually aroused at the club…?”

“Yes.”

Another step and Nigel could feel the small, shaky breaths coming from Adam brush against his face. “Are you now…?” he whispered.

Baby blues locked onto warm brown once again and it felt as if the sky had connected with the earth, sending shockwaves between them both.

“Yes.” Nigel whispered back.

Suddenly, Nigel couldn’t breathe and he’d never been more thankful for the lack of air as Adam fucking Raki grabbed at Nigel’s face and pulled him into a kiss.

It was nervous, it was inexperienced, and it was the greatest, most perfect fucking kiss Nigel had ever had in his whole goddamn miserable life.

Adam pulled away, his eyes half lidded and his cheeks pink and warm. His tongue peeked out as he licked the taste of the kiss on his lips. “I like you, Nigel…”

Whatever shred of restraint Nigel had left was gone.

He grabbed the back of Adam’s neck and immediately pulled him back in for another kiss. Adam gasped and Nigel took advantage of it and dove his tongue in, deepening the kiss. Adam’s tongue was shy at first as it touched Nigel’s, but it learned quickly and began to copy and explore on it’s own.

Nigel groaned as he pulled away, panting and pleased as fuck that Adam was also panting.

“We…we can go up to my apartment now…” Adam said, breathlessly. “If you still want to.”

Nigel grinned, his fangs bared. “Gorgeous…I would like nothing fucking more than to go up to your apartment right this second.”

Adam giggled. “It will take longer than a second, but no longer than 2 minutes.”

Nigel gave him a small kiss. “I think I can wait that long.”

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Even though Adam had said it would take 2 minutes to get to his apartment, to Nigel it felt like it had actually only been a second because before he knew it he had Adam pinned to the door on the inside of the younger man’s apartment, kissing and nipping at those perfect lips.

“Nigel…” Adam breathed between kisses, his hands grabbing onto the front of the Romanian’s shirt. “T-take off your shoes and jacket…”

Something akin to a reluctant groan and growl made its way out of Nigel’s throat, but he pulled away just long enough for him to toe off his boots and remove his jacket and allow Adam to do the same.

It was more difficult for Adam to remove his shoes, though, as Nigel’s lavish attention was on Adam’s neck and jaw, sucking and biting. “I-I need to…to take off my shoes..” Adam moaned as Nigel continued attacking his neck and ground their hips together.

“Too slow...” Nigel murmured against the first mark of many at the crook of Adam’s neck.

“I am not too slow..!” Adam countered. “You are p-preventing me from removing them…!”

Nigel hummed and placed his forehead against Adam’s chocolate curled covered one. “I’m sorry, darlin’.” A wicked grin spread across his face. “Lemme make it up to you…”

With that Nigel dropped to his knees, eye level with the very prominent bulge in Adam’s pants. He closed his eyes and began to mouth at his cock through the material as he untied the first shoe one handed.

“N-Nigel..!” That choked sob was the most beautiful thing Nigel had ever heard and he looked up to see Adam Raki watching him with half lidded, blown out, teary blue eyes.

He moaned against the now damp bulge and held up Adam’s trembling leg as he slid off the shoe, repeating the same process to the other side.

Nigel felt a hand on his head and looked back up, seeing that Adam was nervously chewing on his lip. “What do you want, baby?” he asked as he nuzzled the young man’s thigh. “Anything you want…I’ll give it to you.” He meant that, too. Since that first day he knew he’d give Adam whatever he wanted, whatever he asked for, hell or high water.

“I…I like your mouth on my penis…” Adam murmured. “Can…can you keep doing it…without the pants…?”

Nigel grinned widely up at Adam. “Want me to give you a blow job, darlin’?”

Adam nodded, his cheeks bright red.

The Romanian immediately began to undo Adam’s pants, sliding them all the way down along with his underpants and tossing them somewhere in the dark. He gazed at Adam’s cock, his own twitching at the sight.

The tip was dark red and smeared with pre that dribbled from the slit in a pearly little string. The dark pubic hair around the base was trimmed short and neat and Nigel wondered if he’d done it before coming to the club.

The thought sent a new wave of pleasure down his spine and he tried to bite back a groan. “Doamne, ești al naibii de perfectă..” He murmured thickly, his hands sliding up the pale, bare thighs and grabbing onto the backs of them before taking the tip of Adam’s cock in his mouth and rolling his tongue around it.

“Oh…th-that….” Adam let out a moan, unable to finish his sentence. Nigel hummed, relishing in the way Adam’s thighs and hips twitched as he did, and slowly began to take more.

He had almost gotten to the base when he felt the head touch the back of his throat. He groaned at the pleasurable burn in his jaw and heard a sharp “ah!” come from above. Seems his angel was sensitive.

Nigel slowly bobbed his head, nearly coming fully off, only to give a quick suck to the tip so he could hear Adam cry out before he took it all back down his throat, making sure to rub his tongue against the thick vein on the underside.

“N-Nigel…” Adam stuttered. “I..I can’t…I can’t s-stand up anymore…”

Nigel hummed around Adam’s cock and hitched those slender legs over his shoulders, causing the young man to squeak as Nigel took all his weight. Which, honestly, wasn’t very much. Adam was light and willowy with the slightest muscle.

He continued his slow pace, wanting to savor every second of Adam coming undone under his ministrations. Normally, he’d do a little foreplay to get them worked up enough so he could quickly get his dick wet, but not with Adam.

No, Nigel wanted every sharp breath, every moan, every muscle twitch, every soft gasp of his name coming out of those pretty lips.

He had a feeling Adam was close as he felt Adam’s cock throb against his tongue and pre slicked the back of his throat.

Unfortunately…he never got an actual warning.

The most warning Nigel got was two hands gripping tightly into his hair and then suddenly, his nose was buried into the short, coarse hair while Adam violently shook and came deep down his throat.

He grunted in surprise, but swallowed as those small hands were surprisingly strong and held his head fast. He’d never been a swallower. One bad load in your gut and it turned you off it forever, but as Adam’s spend coated his throat and taste buds, Nigel found himself greedily swallowing it down, enjoying the salty, slightly sweet tang of it.

Once the shaking had eased up a little and Adam’s gulps for air became shaky little breaths, Nigel gently patted his ass.

Blue eyes gazed down hazily at him, and then widened. Adam immediately removed his hands. “I-I’m sorry..!”

Nigel pulled off Adam’s softening cock, giving one last suck to the head and making the young man whine. He planted Adam’s feet back on the ground as he stood up, ignoring the ache in his knees, only to hoist his slender angel back up into his arms.

“N-Nigel..!” Adam squeaked, his legs instinctively wrapping around Nigel’s waist.

Nigel dove his tongue deep into that pretty, gaping mouth, biting and licking while he kneaded at the smooth bare ass under his hands.

“Where’s your bedroom, baby…?” Nigel rumbled against the corner of those red, swollen lips, his voice sounding like there was gravel in his throat.

Adam raised a shaky hand to the only door that was closed. “Th-there…”

Nigel hoisted Adam more into his arms before he made his way to the room, peppering the young man’s neck and shoulder with kisses.

It was dark inside with only the light of the city peeking through the cracks in the curtains to guide Nigel to where the bed was.

He laid his angel down on the sheets, who looked up at Nigel through hooded blue eyes and dark lashes. A pale, soft hand reached out for Nigel. He placed his hands on either side of Adam and slid a knee in between those bare legs, leaning over the young man and letting his head drop a little to allow that soft hand to cup his cheek.

There weren’t many times in Nigel’s life where he could remember ever being touched so tenderly.

Fingers made their way down Nigel’s stubbled cheek and stopped at the older man’s cat-like lips. “You taste like tobacco and beer…” Adam whispered, gently pulling at Nigel’s bottom lip. “But…I like it…” Those dark lashes fluttered as his burning gaze flicked up to the scar on Nigel’s forehead. “And I’d like you to kiss me more.”

Nigel didn’t need to be told twice. He captured Adam’s lips again, a jolt of joy running through him as he felt Adam’s tongue poke at his lips. Boy was a quick learner.

The Romanian opened his mouth and allowed Adam’s tongue to once more explore his mouth, the muscle gaining confidence as it lapped at the roof of Nigel’s mouth.

Nigel could feel Adam growing hard again against his thigh, his lips curling into a smirk. “Gettin’ excited again, gorgeous?”

Adam panted against Nigel’s mouth, his legs writhing a little. “Y-yes. This is much better than your shirt.”

“My shirt…?” Dusty, cobwebbed gears slowly cranked to life in Nigel’s head and a wicked grin spread across his face. “Were you using my shirt to jerk off?”

Adam’s face burst into a brighter, redder blush as he bit his lip. Nigel pressed his thigh a little more against the young man’s erection, watching as his angel gasped, letting go of his lip and arching his back.

“Were you?”

Adam gave a short jerky nod, his breaths shaky.

Nigel purred, pleased as shit. “So why give it back?”

Adam licked his lips and swallowed hard, his eyes hooked on a spot on the ceiling. “Because…it didn’t smell like you anymore.”

This angel.

This fucking angel.

This sexy goddamn fucking angel that had somehow, by some twist of fate, by some roll of the dice, by some miracle that had fallen into the jail cell to him, had been using his shirt to jack off because it smelled like him.

He pressed another bruising kiss against Adam’s lips, undoing his own jeans and managing to slide them down his hips before he pulled away to allow them both to breathe.

“You’re killin’ me gorgeous…” Nigel murmured.

“I…I am not.” Adam panted. “I am just kissing you.”

Nigel took Adam’s hand, placing it on his stiff bulge in his boxers. “Yea and your kissing is making me so fucking rock hard it hurts.” He placed a soft kiss against the corner of Adam’s lips. “What should we do about this, hm?”

“I’m…not sure I’d really enjoy having it in my mouth like you did with my penis…” Adam muttered honestly.

Nigel chuckled, placing a kiss on Adam’s jaw. “No, I don’t think you would.”

Adam was silent a moment before he lightly palmed against Nigel. “We could…have anal sex…if you want to…”

A predatory growl escaped Nigel’s throat. “Baby, I’ve been wanting to fuck you for almost 2 weeks now…so yes I fucking want to.”

Adam turned his head and confidently recaptured Nigel’s mouth with his. “Me too…”

The remaining clothes on both men were quickly stripped and tossed somewhere on the wooden floor. At some point, while Nigel had struggled to pull his shirt over his head, Adam had grabbed a bottle of lube.

He licked his lips and held it out to the Romanian silently. Nigel leaned down and gently kissed him while it took it.

“Roll over for me, gorgeous…” Nigel whispered.

Adam obeyed, easily rolling onto his stomach. He looked back over his shoulder at the older man and Nigel’s jaw nearly dropped as Adam wiggled his hips at him, smiling.

Adam Raki was being a little tease.

Nigel let out a strangled groan as he grabbed at Adam’s hips and positioned them up, biting his lip so hard he was sure it was bleeding to keep himself from sinking his teeth deep into the round, soft ass.

He grabbed the lube he’d been trying to warm up between his thighs and slicked up a finger. He pressed it against the rim of muscles, surprised to find he was able to slide up to the second knuckle easily. A sudden thought caused Nigel’s mouth to go dry.

As he slowly pushed his finger the rest of the way in, Adam let out a soft moan, his eyes closing. Nigel swallowed and pulled it out and applied more lube, this time pressing two fingers in. The moan that came from Adam was filthy and knocked the wind right out of Nigel’s lungs.

When Nigel spread his fingers to stretch out the young man’s hole, he expected a hiss or a whimper as he knew sometimes it could hurt. What he wasn’t expecting was Adam to press his hips back against his fingers, driving them in deeper.

Nigel hadn’t realized he stopped breathing until his vision went fuzzy and he finally took in a shaky breath. “Adam…” he said, his voice rough and hoarse as he watched the pink hole twitch and suck his fingers in. “What were you doing before you came to see me, darlin’...?”

Those baby blues fluttered open, completely glazed over. “I ate dinner and watched TV…” Adam mumbled out.

“Anything else?” Fingertips lightly brushed over Adam’s soft spot and the young man bit his lip, trapping a pitched whine.

“I..I masturbated.” Adam panted out.

“Did you now?” Nigel asked, a wolfish smirk on his lips. “Did you masturbate like this?” He pressed against that spot and Adam cried out, his hips jerking as if they weren’t sure if they wanted to get away or move closer. “Did you use your fingers to fuck your little hole while thinking about me?”

Adam shook his head. “I used a s-silicone toy.”

Holy fucking shit.

HOLY FUCKING SHIT!

Adam fucking Raki had fucked himself on a toy while thinking about Nigel.

“Nigel…please…” Adam whined, his hips rolling against the fingers. This boy was gonna be the absolute death of Nigel.

He pulled both fingers out and flipped Adam back over onto his back, determined to see Adam’s face.

Apparently Adam wanted to see Nigel’s as he immediately grabbed ahold of the Romanian’s face and pulled him down for another kiss.

“I like kissing you…” Adam muttered.

“And I like when you kiss me, gorgeous.”

Nigel thickly coated his cock with lube then brought his hands to the back of Adam’s knees, pushed them up and as close to the young man’s pale chest as he could. He positioned himself, his cock pressing against Adam’s entrance, then looked up at Adam’s flushed face. “Ready, baby?”

Blue galaxies opened and stared directly into Nigel’s honey eyes as Adam breathed, “Yes.”

Nigel was almost certain he blacked out for a moment as he pressed into the vice-like heat. Adam may have fucked himself a few hours ago, and probably had been using toys to fuck himself for a long time, but he was tight. Nigel winced both in pleasure and pain as he slowly pressed himself in, inch by inch.

Adam had thrown back his head, mouth gaping as he openly groaned and panted, nails biting into Nigel’s shoulder. There was a thin sheet of sweat forming on his chest and neck.

“Breath, baby.” Nigel grunted out. “Not short, shitty breaths. Take a big breath for me.” Adam did as he was told and took a deep gulp up air, his chest trembling. “Does it hurt?”

Adam shook his head, his curls bouncing. “Y-you’re bigger than the dildo…but it f-feels good.” He took another deep breath, reaching up for Nigel again. Nigel let Adam pull him back down against those needy lips as he continued to press in, swallowing down every moan, every whimper.

As soon as he bottomed out, he wrapped Adam’s legs around his waist and stayed extremely still. Every nerve in his body was on fire as Adam’s hole twitched and squeezed around his cock. Adam whined and tried to roll his hips.

“H-Hold on.” Nigel hissed, resting his forehead in the crook of Adam’s neck. “Hold on, baby…g-give me a minute…”

“Are you in pain?”

“God, no. Just…stay still.”

After a moment of his dick teetering on the cliff of cumming, he pushed himself away from Adam’s neck and couldn’t help but smile at the concerned, knitted brows on his angel. He placed a kiss on the crease, feeling it relax under his lips.

“Can you continue now?”

Nigel snorted. “You’re so impatient.”

Adam licked his lips. “No. I’m aroused by you being inside me and I want you to keep making me feel good.”

Nigel flashed a sharp, predatory grin, absolutely loving this boy’s blunt, honest words. “You got it, darlin’.” He pulled out only to quickly snap his hips back in hard and deep.

“Ni-Nigel…!” Adam cried, his eyes closed tight and his face twisted in pleasure as he arched his back.

“That feel good?”

“Yessss…” the young man slurred. “Don’t stop, Nigel…”

Nigel growled and gripped Adam’s slim hips, thrusting fast and deep into his angel. Adam clawed at the bedding, his hips meeting with Nigel’s and driving the Romanian’s cock even deeper.

“Fuck…if you could just see yourself…” Nigel mumbled. “You’re so fucking greedy for my cock, aren’t you?” Adam just whined as a kind of reply. “Yea, you are, baby…my greedy little angel taking my cock so well.” He leaned down and placed wet, open mouth kisses on Adam’s neck. “Next time I’ll have you ride me…would you like that, darlin’? Riding my cock and taking what you want? You’d look so pretty…”

Nigel continued to drive deep into Adam, sweaty skin slapping against each other and wet mouths panting and groaning against one another. Tongues twisted and fought against each other in a battle they didn’t understand but enjoyed nonetheless. Teeth nipped and bit against tender, swollen lips, pulling not only at the soft flesh but pulling moans out of hoarse throats. Adam’s smooth, pale chest, neck, and shoulders not only held the dirty things Nigel whispered into the skin but also held the purple hickies and rings of sharp teeth marks. His skin may have Nigel’s words and mark, but the air held onto every of Adam’s gasps and every cry of Nigel’s name.

Nigel let out a deep groan in between pants. “I’m not gonna last much longer…”

Adam gave a small, short nod, his blue eyes swimming in fresh tears as they ran down the same path others had already taken. “M-me, too…”

The Romanian reached down and took Adam’s burning, leaking cock in his hand, stroking it in time with his thrusts. Adam clawed at Nigel’s shoulders and arms that bore long, red marks, gasping and shaking. His breath quickened as the heat inside boiled, threatening to spill over.

“Cum for me, Adam…” growled Nigel.

“NIGEL..!” Adam screamed, his back arching deep off the bed and his trembling legs tightening around Nigel’s waist as he came hot and heavy into Nigel’s hand and onto his belly.

Nigel’s breath hitched as he watched Adam’s face as he came. “Fuckfuckfuck…!” He hissed as Adam clamped down on his cock. He gave a few more erratic thrusts until his own release finally spilled, groaning gutterally as Adam’s hole pulled and sucked at his cock like it was begging for every drop.

He collapsed onto Adam, his arms and legs no longer able to hold him, hearing a small, ‘oof’. He was about to mumble an apology and try to move when slender arms wrapped around him, holding him close.

After a moment to catch his breath, Nigel pulled his soft cock out and rolled to the side, but wrapped his arms around Adam and pulled the young man with him. Adam curled into Nigel’s chest, nuzzling into the dark, furry chest hair he’d seen that first day and often dreamt about.

“You alright, gorgeous?” Nigel asked, his voice coming out gravelly.

“Mhmm.” Adam hummed. “I really enjoyed that.”

Nigel let out a short, wheezy laugh. “Yea?”

Adam nodded. “We didn’t use a condom, though.”

Shit.

“Yea, I…fuck…I kinda got caught in the moment, I’m sorry…” Nigel sighed. “I promise I’m clean, but I can…go get tested tomorrow if you want…?” he offered.

The young man was thoughtfully quiet for a second. “I think that would be wise. I can provide testing, too, to be fair.”

Nigel hummed.

“I’ve only had one sexual encounter besides you, although I watch a lot of pornography.” Adam admitted as he ran his fingers through Nigel’s chest hair. “She was…nice.” He pressed a kiss onto the Romanian’s tan skin. “She wasn’t you, though. You kiss better and I like how I feel when you touch me.”

Nigel just smiled, burying his nose into those chocolate locks, breathing in the scent of whatever shampoo Adam used. Something sweet…something with peaches…

He hadn’t even realized his eyes drifted closed until he was awakened by his shoulder aching, which only happened when he fell asleep on it too long. The blaring red light numbers on Adam’s alarm clock read 4:19 am.

At some point, Adam had also fallen asleep and had rolled over, pressing his bare back against Nigel’s chest, his slender hand in the Romanian’s rough, calloused one.

Nigel let out a soft grunt. His shoulder was fucking killing him. That particular shoulder had more bullets and knife blades go into it than he could count, but Nigel didn’t dare move. Instead, he curled his fingers around Adam’s hand, thrilled when, in his sleep, Adam curled his own fingers.

Eventually, the pain had grown unbearable and Nigel turned onto his back, letting out a small, quiet breath of relief as the sharp, twisted sensation in the muscle and bone ebbed away.

Evening city lights lined the ceiling through the small opening in the curtains and as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he realized there was a more muted source of light on the ceiling.

Stars. Pale blue, glow in the dark stars.

Nigel just gazed up at them, feeling like he was probably going fucking insane because he thought he could see the one constellation he knew, Ophiuchus.

Adam suddenly shifted and rolled over, his head laying on the furred chest as he entwined his leg with Nigel’s. The content hum that came from the young man’s chest felt and sounded almost like a purr.

“Mmm…you’re warm.” Adam murmured. “I woke up and was cold and the ejaculation on my skin is dry and flaky..”

“Sorry about that, gorgeous.” Nigel chuckled as he kissed the soft, dark locks. “I’ve got some problems with my shoulder and couldn’t lay on it anymore, but…” He brought his attention back to the glow stars. “It let me admire the work you’ve done to your ceiling.”

Adam opened his eyes and tilted his head up, seeming to have forgotten his complaint about the dried cum. “The constellation above the bed is Ophiuchus, The Serpent-Bearer.” He pointed to another curious cluster of blue stars. “And there’s Triangulum and Andromeda.”

“I’m sorry…you arranged your glow-in-the-dark stars in the shapes of real constellations..?”

Adam nodded. “There are only certain places where you can see certain constellations, such as the Centaurus and the Hydra.” he said as he pointed to two more groups. “I’ve always wanted to see them in person but I don’t like traveling far from home. With my glow-in-the-dark stars, I can see all of them every night.” His hand slowly dropped. “I suppose…that’s probably a very odd and childish thing.”

“Are you kidding me? That’s fucking amazing, Adam.” Nigel pulled the young man closer to him. “Whoever you’ve been around, telling you shit like that, you need to stop being around because they’re fucking spineless .”

Adam craned his neck to look at Nigel. “They all had their spines, I assure you, or else they would have all just fallen to the floors, unable to keep themselves up right.”

Nigel let out a snort. God he loved Adam’s mind.

He wasn’t sure what good thing he’d done (if he’d ever done anything good) to have the most beautiful angel that ever fell from the sky in his arms, but he was mentally thanking every religions’ god he could think of for allowing this.

“I can make us cereal in the morning.” yawned Adam, snuggling into Nigel. “I do have other things for breakfast if you don’t like cereal. And coffee.”

Nigel couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“You…want me to spend the night?” He asked softly.

“Of course.” Adam said, simply. “Even though you didn’t say that you liked me back, I still do like you and really want you to stay.”

Nigel didn’t say he liked Adam back.

Nigel didn’t fucking say he liked Adam back.

Of fucking course Nigel liked Adam. He loved Adam. He wanted to fucking pour every ounce of his love over this wonderfully odd young man he’d met for the first time in a jail cell all because Adam had hit a cop.

He was so deeply in love with Adam that his heart thrummed the boy's name through his veins.

But…Nigel wasn’t going to say all that. Not yet, anyway.

He rolled Adam over so he was laying on Nigel’s chest, making Adam squeak in surprise. Nigel threaded his fingers through chocolate curls and gently guided Adam’s head down, giving him a soft, adoring kiss.

“Adam Raki…” Nigel whispered once they pulled apart. “I like you so fucking much that the thought of not being near you nearly drove me insane. Darko was about ready to beat the shit out of me. Called me a “wet mop” because all I did was mope around, missing you.”

Adam flashed that wonderful, beaming grin down at him before he wrapped his arms around Nigel’s neck and placed an enthusiastic kiss against Nigel’s smile.

“I’m glad you want me to stay tonight…” Nigel said as he played with the small hairs at the base of Adam’s neck. “Because I’m not sure I could leave right now…”

“I didn’t mean just for the night.”

Nigel blinked.

Adam nuzzled his face under Nigel’s neck, breathing in the scent of sweat and the fading spicy cologne. “I’d like you to stay…forever. I don’t want you to leave.”

Nigel felt like he must have fucking died when he came and this was some kind of after life.

“You…want me to move in?” Nigel whispered, thousands of thoughts flying through his mind but none of them sticking around long enough to form more words.

The young man nodded, his curls bobbing and brushing against Nigel’s neck. “I like being around you…I like having you close to me. You make me feel safe and protected. You listen to me and your words make me feel good about myself.” Adam placed a soft kiss under the sharp jaw. “I don’t want you to go…I want you to stay…with me.”

Nigel wanted nothing more than to dive right in and accept Adam’s offer to move in. His monster was screaming, howling, shaking the bars of it’s cage.

But Nigel refused to release it.

He took a deep, shaky breath and rubbed a hand down Adam’s back. “How about this, darlin’. I spend the night tonight and have breakfast with you, maybe spend the rest of the day with you if your schedule lets me. After that, we’ll see how we feel, hm?”

Adam seemed pleased with this idea. “That sounds like a good plan. I have tomorrow off so we can talk and learn more about each other.”

Nigel flinched. Learning more meant telling Adam about his past and the things he did at his job, but it was better to get it out sooner rather than later than to be in comfortable bliss only to have it ripped away.

And he wasn’t going to lie to Adam. He would tell him the truth and answer any questions.

“Let’s move up to the pillows.” Adam said, crawling off of Nigel. “That way we can get under the blankets.”

“Good idea.”

They quickly became comfortable under the soft warmth of the comforter with Adam once more burying his face into Nigel’s chest while he yawned.

“I would like a shower because I don’t like the feeling of my ejaculation on my skin, but I am too tired to.”

“You can always shower in the morning.” Nigel suggested, making a mental note to make sure he wiped Adam off from now on.

“Will you join me?”

Nigel grinned. “Of course.”

Adam let out a breath chuckle against the chest hair. “Good. Good night, Nigel.”

Nigel smiled softly, his face resting on the top of Adam’s head. “Good night, Adam.”

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The next morning, Nigel showered with Adam as promised along with them both stroking each other off and then having to clean themselves again.

At breakfast, which had been cereal for the both of them, Nigel and Adam talked. Nigel did a large majority of the talking this time while Adam listened to him talk about Romania, talk about Gabi, and talk about the bullet scar in his head.

Morning turned to afternoon and Adam showed Nigel his day off schedule, which the young man said he was going to change a lot of for today so he could spend it with Nigel. Nigel just smiled lovingly at his angel and then laughed as Adam pushed him out the door so they could both go get tested.

The sunlight filtering in through the windows of Adam’s apartment turned into a warm, glowing orange signaling the sun was setting.

Between a fuck or two (this time with condoms Nigel had grabbed) and maybe a small nap, Adam and Nigel continued talking. Eventually, Adam had asked why Nigel left Romania and the older man had to tell Adam the truth he didn’t want to.

He mentioned Gabi again, and then began talking about his possessive monster, how his love had twisted itself with her. He talked about the things he used to do in Romania and that some of those things had moved with him to New York and the club he and Darko owned.

Adam just listened,  his face not giving any emotion away.

At the end of Nigel's more detailed explanation of his past, the Romanian waited to be yelled at and kicked out. Adam didn't do either of those things. In fact, the only thing Adam had said was, “I don't...like the things you do...but I still like you, Nigel.”

Which was made evident for a fourth time in the bed as the moon came out and the nightlife came to life in the city.

2 nights turned into 3, then 4, and then at some point Nigel had spent the night every day for a week.

By the second week, Nigel had begun moving his stuff into Adam’s apartment. At some point, the door to the cage in his heart had unlocked and opened itself, but his monster hadn’t burst out and inflicted pain. No, it had slowly crawled out of it's cage and had laid itself by Adam’s feet like a dog.

As Nigel brought in another couple boxes, he noticed some papers on the fridge. Nigel set the boxes down and went over to look. As he saw what they were, he nearly pulled a muscle laughing so hard. It was their STD tests, which were negative and clean, and Adam had pinned them to the fridge as if they were high graded school papers.

The words had slipped out before Nigel could stop them, “God, I fucking love you, Adam Raki.”

Adam paused in his digging through the boxes. He looked up at Nigel, his baby blues locking onto honey brown and a soft smile on his pretty pink lips. “I love you, too, Nigel Banyai.”

Nigel had never been so glad to have been thrown in jail.