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Wheew, some teenager hormones running wild tonight.. kind of. And the letter makes a comeback;)

I have to catch up with university this week, so I won't update for a little while. Sorry

Enjoy!

The next morning during breakfast (Jeff was making pancakes), Nick was busy figuring out his uncle's coffee machine. Freaking high tech gimmicky thing.. Finally able to get it going, the brunet sighed very pleased with his technical skills and went on to get mugs and the sweetened condensed milk they'd bought the day before, although Jeff hadn't even realized that this humungous thing was actually meant for coffee.

It was Nick's first time to open the fridge in these three days they'd spent in his uncle's apartment. Before, he just never had to, since Jeff had been the one cooking and storing all of their stuff. He looked inside and, after taking the milk and a funny looking piece of paper out, froze as he read the letter with the fridge still open. Eventually he kicked the door shut.

Standing right next to the brunet, Jeff had been taking sidelong glances at him out of the corner of his eye and didn't dare to move. As he risked another, he was met with a horrified expression on Nick's face who was disbelievingly bandying looks between the piece of paper and his boyfriend, his face lighting up in a vivid red.

The blond was blushing himself, judging from the sudden heat rising up his neck. After a while, Nick shifted a little and was the first to speak up.

"I take it you've seen this before?"

"Um, yes. Yesterday morning," Jeff replied shyly. Nick hung his head, rubbing his eyes and the bridge of his nose with furrowed brows. This was so embarrassing.

"Okay, I'm just gonna throw this away and we'll never talk about my inappropriate family ever again."

Jeff flipped a pancake and kept his eyes on the stove while a crumpling noise disrupted the tense silence. "Jeff?"

"You said we wouldn't talk about it."

Nick sighed as he made his way back to the counter where he'd been eating his breakfast. He was surprised when his boyfriend suddenly spun around and faced him with an odd expression on his face.

"Just wondering.. Do you expect me to believe that your uncle is just assuming stuff out of thin air?" Jeff placed one hand on his hip and started to sway the spatula again. "What did you tell him about us?" He caught a glimpse of himself in the hallway mirror and faltered, not really taking notice that Nick was already answering. Did I really just say that? Who am I? My mom?

"...and it's not as if you and I haven't talked about this, like, only yesterday, Jeff. I didn't tell him anything. He's just.. more open with this kind of stuff.."

"I'm sorry," the blond interrupted his boyfriend, brushing the topic aside. "I was being stupid." He brought the last pancakes to his seat and sat down next to the brunet. After getting more comfortable in his chair, he reached for the syrup, but Nick was already passing it to him. A smile spread over his face before he quickly leaned over to peck his boyfriend's cheek. "Thanks, love."

"Don't mention it."

"I don't mean just that, but this," the blond continued, his arms flailing in big circular motions. "All of it, the weekend, you being amazing and everything, really." He poured some syrup onto the pancakes in front of him and immediately started to cut his breakfast into little pieces. His cheeks flushed slightly as he felt Nick's hand move onto his thigh, caressing him with his thumb. He looked over, fork between his lips, and blushed a little more as he recognized the expression in his boyfriend's dark eyes.

"You're welcome, love. Just for the record, though..how thankful are you exactly?" The brunet had turned towards him and now leaned over to kiss Jeff below his ear, slowly moving his hand further up the blond's leg.

"Nick, I'm eating," Jeff said with his mouth half-full. "I need to eat. Please?" he added, his voice not so steady anymore.

"I think that can wait," Nick answered lowly, placing open-mouth kisses onto his boyfriend's neck. "I promise it won't be too exhausting on your poor empty stomach." Jeff let his fork fall onto the counter as Nick's hand palmed him through his shorts. They hadn't bothered to put any pants on this morning, only some t-shirts over the boxers they'd slept in. Jeff was regretting that now. Well, maybe not..

"Nick, I-I ca-.. we shouldn't..," he managed to breathe out, immensely distracted by the brunet's hand and mouth.

"Come on, Jeffie.. It's not like we're going to do it, not after that thing that we pretend doesn't exist, anyway," Nick said between kisses, "Just a little more of this..." At one point he had taken his hand off of the blond and pointed to the trash can, but now he touched him again, performing suggestive hand motions on his thigh.

"Wait.." Before the brunet would take this too far, Jeff swiftly stood up and took a few steps away from his boyfriend. Had he heard that correctly? "You wanted to do it today, before you found the letter? Not even 48 hours ago you basically freaked out at the thought of me trying something. Tell me, Nick, how's that possible?"

"What?"

"You wanted to wait, Nick!"

"I don't.. I mean, I did." Nick was surprised by the sudden change in atmosphere, this was not what he'd been going for at all. "I mean.. I do?" He was confused. "I didn't mean it that way." Why was Jeff so upset? He reconsidered what he had said, but came up rather empty. Was he.. misleading his boyfriend?

"What did you mean then?"

Well, what did he? Nick leaned back in his chair, arms folded across his chest and a confused look on his face. His boyfriend had moved to the sofa and was abut against its backside, actually half-sitting on it.

"I..," the brunet began, but paused directly after, scrunching his nose in frustration. "I've been thinking. You know what we did in the car.. I really liked that and.. and I felt like it didn't change us, so I.. wanted to return the favor?" He sounded as if he was explaining his behavior more to himself than to his boyfriend, but the blond listened nonetheless. "I would never push you into anything, Jeff, and I know that you wouldn't either.."

Relaxing a little, Jeff pushed himself off the back of the sofa and slowly made his way over to the kitchen counter.

"And the letter, oh my god, I'm so sorry that you saw that, Jeffie.. My uncle's just messing with us. I could never do anything here, considering he pictured us and.. That's just weird. I only meant that as reassurance, I guess... My brain's just not working right with you in the room."

Jeff smiled softly as he sat back next to his boyfriend. "It's okay, Nicky. Seems like we're both a little out of it today." And with that he continued to eat his already sliced up pancake, his free hand finding its way into Nick's, who took it thankfully and intertwined their fingers on top of the blond's knee.

"So," Jeff said in between chews, a smirk sneaking onto the corner of his mouth. "I'm screwing with your brain, huh?"

Nick rolled his eyes and rested his head in his other hand, elbow on top of the counter. "I take it I'm not?" he asked back. "Screwing with yours, I mean."

The blond swallowed and wiped his lips, turning to look into his boyfriend's beautiful warm eyes before he replied. "Have you noticed my behavior lately? I'm going crazy, in case you haven't realized.. All your fault," he shrugged and then picked up some more pancake bits from his plate. "Freaking love," he continued to mutter under his breath, once winking at his boyfriend, who was choked up, eyes wide in amazement and tightening his hold on the blond's hand.

"Really?"

"What?" Jeff swallowed his last bite and shoved the plate a bit away from himself.

"Gosh, Jeff, I love you so much, you wouldn't believe it.. If I could, I would pick you up and carry you to the bed right now.. Or throw you to the floor," Nick blurted out deadpan serious. Now it was the tall boy's turn to look rather dumbstruck before he managed to murmur a reply.

"The floor is j-just fine.."

Nick chuckled and, after bringing their intertwined hands to his mouth, kissed the blond's knuckles softly. "You're adorable."

"Seriously, Nick." Jeff stated, looking straight into the brunet's eyes, and continued by emphatically lending weight to every word. "The floor is just fine.."

It took Nick a moment to process the words, but then he was up in a second, basically yanking his boyfriend off his chair. He let go of Jeff's hand to bring both of his to the blond's face, cupping it and pulling his head down as he crashed their lips together. Jeff gasped, although soon adapting to the sudden force and pressing himself just as hard against his boyfriend as he was pressing up against him.

"Down," Nick commanded lowly as he broke their kiss for air, his arms by now wrapped around the blond's neck.

After a small struggle, they fell to the floor. Nick was on top of his boyfriend, holding himself up with his hands next to either side of Jeff's head as he swung his leg over the blond to straddle him by the hips. He started to trail slightly open-mouth kisses down the tall boy's face, beginning at his cheekbone, brushing along the corner of his parted mouth, wandering along his jaw and eventually settling for his neck. He sucked lightly before he bit down, mumbling muffled words into the sensitive skin along the way. "I love you.. beautiful.. so beautiful.."

Jeff was already panting and had moved one of his hands from the brunet's waist around and behind him. With the other one he got under Nick's tight fitting white v-neck that was so deliciously hugging his wonderful upper body. Gently pressing his palm against the brunet's abs, fingers against his hip bone, Jeff managed to lift the fabric enough to free the tan skin underneath. At one point realizing what his boyfriend was getting at, Nick sat up and swiftly pulled his shirt off completely, leaning back into Jeff's hand.

The blond gave him a playful squeeze, smirking with his lips still slightly parted, and propped himself up on one elbow. He withdrew his hand from Nick, though, to let it glide over his stomach, absentmindedly biting his lower lip at the sight in front of him. Not without a bit of envy, he had his index finger outline his boyfriend's defined muscles. His followed the trail of hair that started out at the brunet's navel and, only as he reached the waistband of those light blue boxers, looked up again. His gaze was met with dark lust blown eyes that had been watching his face this entire time. Nick didn't move, though. He remained stock still in his spot, waiting for Jeff to proceed.

"You..," the blond said after a short while, his voice a little huskier than usual, "are the beautiful one here." He then raised his hand up to Nick's shoulder in one swift movement and pulled him down to connect their lips, bucking his hips up as they met halfway. Nick groaned against him and opened his mouth to let his boyfriend's tongue enter, his body stung back into action. He swayed his hips against Jeff's, eliciting moans from the both of them as they kissed deeply and passionately.

The brunet had started to fumble with the hem of his boyfriend's shirt as his uncle's telephone went off. He froze on top of the blond, who on the other hand had no intention to stop this any time soon by whatever the hell might try to intervene. "Leave it," he breathed against Nick's jaw he had proceeded to work on due to the lack of response he was getting in their kissing. "I'm sure.. it's not.. important," he said between tasting the brunet's skin.

"Yeah, you're probably right..," Nick said after a while when the phone had finally shut up and he decided to try Jeff's shirt again. The blond sat up with Nick still in his lap and let his boyfriend lift the shirt completely off of his body. The brunet tossed the piece of fabric over to the couch and wrapped his arms around Jeff's neck, pausing shortly to look into those big brown eyes that were staring back at him now. He smiled sheepishly and leaned in to kiss Jeff softly on the lips, his physical desire for the blond forgotten for the moment. Well, not completely..

Jeff made a stab at deepening the kiss, but they were once again interrupted by a nearby noise. Only this time, it was the sound of a key in the front door being inserted and turned around.

Nick panicked, to say the least. He jumped off his boyfriend, which on its own was a very difficult task to do, but he managed anyway. He found his shirt and had it halfway on when a middle-aged woman surprised him with a squealing noise. She was standing paralyzed in the open door, bright yellow gloves in one hand, the door knob in the other, and her eyes pressed shut.

"Um.. hello? Who are you?" Jeff had stood up and put his shirt back on as well.

The woman opened her eyes again, but avoided eye contact with the half-dressed teens. "I-I am Mr. Duval's cleaning lady? I'm sorry, I rang, but nobody answered, so I figured he wouldn't be in today. I clean every Sunday. Who are you?"

"Oh, no, I'm sorry," Nick said quickly. "I didn't know my uncle employed a cleaner. We can leave!" Jeff shot him a glare from the side. "And where are we supposed to go in the meantime?" he whispered into the brunet's ear. Nick looked around rather aimlessly, until eventually his eyes came across the living room window.

"The pool maybe?"

"I'll need about an hour," the lady interjected, apparently having regained her composure, and set her supplies up on the counter.

The boys moved to the bedroom, Jeff being quite happy about the swimming thing, not about the cock-block, though. What a surprise. He'd bought new trunks at Polaris and quickly pulled them on, handing Nick another pair of them, only in another color. Fine, judge away.. but Jeff was actually aware that he was a little shop-a-holic.

Out in the hallway on their way down, Nick was the first to talk again. "Well, that sucked."

Jeff only shrugged. "At least we get to use the pool and cool off a bit."

"Do you really believe that I can cool off when you have no shirt on?" He laced his fingers with the blond's, who was grinning back at him. He could already imagine Jeff in the sun, water dripping down his torso...

"I know," the tall boy laughed. "But life's no picnic, Nicky.." The brunet slapped him on the arm as they stood in front of the elevator, playfully falling into Jeff and nestling into him.

"Jerk."

"Love you too."

To be continued.

Wow, this getaway is taking over half of the story, what the hell? :D Soooorrry:) Also sorry for the reaccuring teasing/cockblocking :D It's just soo much fun to write... I'll switch it up a little next time, I promise!

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