Setting for this one: Modern day AU, pre-relationship

Musings of last night

By Rita C.

He crept silently out of the room, closing the door to the bedroom without a sound, and huffed a sigh of relief. An experienced thief would be envious of his abilities.

A quick scan of the living room and he located his jacket, thrown haphazardly to the floor the previous night. One of his boots was lying half under the couch and Nasir slowly walked over to retrieve it, tripping on the other one.

"Careful there."

He jumped at the sound of the voice coming from somewhere behind him. Placing a hand over his heart, trying to calm it down to something resembling normal, he carefully turned around. There he was, sitting at the kitchen table, eating a bowl of cereal and reading what looked suspiciously like the comic strip on the newspaper. He looked vaguely familiar, with the dark curls and big laughing eyes, and Nasir was fairly certain he had been at the club last night. A roommate, perhaps.

The tall guy nodded his head slightly towards the closed bedroom door before speaking.

"My brother still asleep?"

His brother, then. He remembered him mentioning he had a brother, they had bonded over it, it was the conversation starter that had allowed them to get through the initial awkwardness and break the ice.

He nodded wordlessly, hoping that was enough of a signal that the conversation was over.

The brother, however, seemed to have other plans.

"So, are you going to just leave like that?" He was looking at him over the top of the newspaper, looking casual if not for his intense brown eyes staring straight at him. Again, he nodded his head.

"I… I don't…" He swallowed audibly, trying to clear the lump in his throat. Gods, he didn't stammer, that was for idiots. He tried again.

"I don't normally do this." He waved his hands between himself and the closed door, trying to make his meaning clear.

"You don't do what exactly? Mornings after?" The guy put down the paper, staring fully at him now. "It's quite simple really. You stay and actually say goodbye to the guy you just fucked instead of leaving like a weasel, without a word."

Nasir stared at him, caught up between a desire to explain himself and the intense need to flee and pretend like this whole mess never happened. Agron had mentioned the night before he and his brother were close, which obviously meant they were very protective of each other. This display of brotherly affection was almost cute, had it not meant the underlying hostility was currently aimed at him.

"That's not what I meant."

The brother – and gods, what was his name? He was sure it had come up during conversation, but by then he was already half lost in a haze of pure lust and some details had obviously escaped him – seemed intrigued, by the way he arched his brows and sat back in his chair. It seemed to be his cue to continue, and he rubbed his hands over his face. How the fuck did he end up in this situation?

"Do you want some coffee?" The guy was already standing up, opening cabinets to retrieve a mug and pouring him some of the delicious concoction, the smell hitting Nasir's nostrils full force. He was going to nod his head once more but caught himself. Instead, he walked over to the kitchen table and sat down, ignoring the alarm bells going off in his head, warning him that Agron could wake up at any second.

"Don't worry about it. He sleeps likes he's dead and he rarely wakes up early unless he has to."

Nasir looked him over. "Are you psychic?"

His laugh was infectious, similar to his brother's, and Nasir found himself relaxing a little bit for the first time since he had woken up.

"You keep looking at the door like the devil himself is gonna walk out."

Nasir looked sideways in that direction, as if reassuring himself that the door was still closed. Tall guy sat back in front of him and handed him the coffee.

"So what is it that you don't do?"

Nasir stared at the mug as though it contained the secrets to the universe. This was a conversation that you had with your best friend over drinks, pouring out your heart, not with a guy you had just met, whom so happened to be the brother of the guy you had just spent the night with. He sighed.

"I don't do any of this. This whole thing… with your brother. I don't do this kind of thing. I'm not like this."

"You mean the whole meet-a-guy-take-him-home-and-fuck-his-brains-out? That thing?"

Nasir looked up at him to see him grinning. Fucking idiot, he was actually enjoying this.

"No. Yes. I mean, the one night stand thing."

"So you have no problem with the fucking his brains out?"

Nasir glared at him. He put up his hands in mock defense. "I was just making sure."

"I have to go. Thanks for the coffee."

Nasir stood up abruptly and walked back into the living room, retrieving his boots and jacket. The voice in his back, again, made him pause.

"For what it's worth, neither does he."

Nasir turned around slowly, to look back at him. He was standing up again and for the first time during the entire conversation looked absolutely serious.

"Something clicked between the two of you last night. Is it true love?" He paused and smiled at Nasir, and he couldn't help but to smile back. "I don't think so. It's too soon to know. Which is why I think you should probably give this a chance."

Nasir stared wordlessly back at him. This whole thing was too weird, too foreign, too not him. His instincts were screaming at him to walk away and go back to his organized, safe life.

He remembered last night, hands and lips and tongue tracing every inch of his body, his own repaying the favor. Endless hours spent learning each other's bodies, every dip, every curve, every spot that made the other moan with pleasure. He remembered the feeling of being inside those arms, of having him inside, staring into green eyes that shone black with passion. He remembered waking up curled around a warm body, feeling a tenderness that left him speechless and wanting to bolt at the same time it left him yearning for more.

And he remembered the events that led them there. The lust he had felt at seeing him for the first time. The warmth he had felt as Agron's eyes roamed over his body appreciatively. The connection they had felt with each other, as the first tentative conversation had turned into another and then another, until their mutual friends were laughing and shaking their heads and finally letting them be.

"I have to leave. I have to go to work." He saw the guy's face darken as he misinterpreted his meaning. Nasir smiled. "I didn't give him my number last night. Can you give it to him? Tell him that I hope he calls?"

The guy smiled again, that brilliant smile that was so much like his brother's. "Course. He'll probably call you the second he wakes up."

"Good. Tell him if he doesn't… I know where he lives." Nasir winked and the guy laughed.

He put on his boots and his jacket and finally headed for the door. As he opened it he turned around again.

"What's your name?"

The guy smiled. "I'm Duro." Duro, that was it! He remembered now.

"I'm Nasir."

"It's nice to meet you Nasir. I have a feeling I'll be seeing you around."