Disclaimer: yada yada, I'm bored.

Just finished a term paper.. So what do I do after this ass load of writing? Write some more. Because that's logical.

Also, I initially wanted to split this in two, but I couldn't find a nice cut. That's why this chapter is late, sorry.

Enjoy!

Nick and Jeff had been talking for over two hours when in the middle of their discussion of Iron Man vs. Batman there was a buzzing sound coming from beneath their table. Nick stopped mid-sentence as the blond got his phone out of his pocket and gave him an apologetic look. "Sorry, that's Jen. I need to get this." He got up and, as he was walking to the exit, Nick could hear him answer the call.

Jen? The brunet had to think briefly before that name rang a bell. Oh right, the sister.

Either this was a real call, he pondered, or it was the blond's nice way to end this date-thingy. Was this a date? He watched Jeff through the front windows, pacing and arguing. He looks cute when he's angry. Whatever kind of call this was, he decided to join the tall boy outside anyway. Smiling to himself, he grabbed the blond's coat and his latest de-caff before he, once outside in the cold, waited by the door.

Jeff couldn't believe his sister sometimes. Or his luck.. With a sigh, he put his phone back and slowly turned around, not sure how to break it to Nick that he had to leave. Surprised, he found the brunet already waiting for him not more than 10 feet away.

"So, who's in the hospital?" Nick winked at the blond as he stepped forward. Jeff's coat felt nice and soft and it smelled really good as well, but it seemed awkward to hold on to for no apparent reason, so Nick quickly handed it over.

The blond flashed him a sad smile. "No one, it wasn't that kind... She needs the car." Nick looked puzzled.

"Isn't that your car?"

"We sort of share it, since she had that accident. She was okay, don't worry, but her car wasn't. Someone drove into the back and, well, it's wrecked. So yeah." The blond was shuffling on his feet, coat on, hands in his pockets, trying hard to explain to Nick why he had to leave. "She has to go to work or something. It's short notice. Sorry." When he looked up, he saw to his surprise that the brunet smiled. Why..?

"It's okay, I understand. But you don't want to leave, do you?"

"No, no, I don't," Jeff clarified quickly.

"So.. you want to continue this?"

"Yes? I mean, I just told you.." Almost immediately, he got interrupted by the brunet, waving his hand dismissively in his face.

"Lead the way, then! I'll follow you with my car," he said with a wink as he pointed to his blue Ford. "We can always decide what to do next once we're at your house." Jeff didn't answer right away.. Or verbally, for that matter. Instead, he grabbed Nick's hands and basically started bouncing on the spot, flashing the brunet the most brilliant smile.

Jenna was already waiting outside their house, impatiently tapping her foot on the gravel. She mumbled an annoyed "freaking finally" when Jeff tossed her the keys and led Nick inside. They had decided to stay for a while; there was really nothing to do anyway. The brunet glanced around the house while they climbed the stairs to Jeff's room, positively impressed by its tidiness. Most of the rooms seemed to be held in light cream colors, even Jeff's. Although his was plastered with posters and blue furniture.

"It's really nice here," he commented after they sat down on the bed. "So different from mine.."

Jeff looked a little shy. It did not happen that often that he had a guest. A male guest whom he found very attractive.. Or frankly put, hot. The blond blushed a deep crimson when he caught himself thinking that, and cleared his throat awkwardly. "What's it like?"

"I dunno, just different. Older looking, maybe? Everything is worn out. That's just our style, I guess."

"Your and your dad's?"

The brunet nodded. He sat cross-legged in the middle of Jeff's mattress, comfortably propped up onto his elbows. The blond didn't say anything for a while, so they just enjoyed each other's company in silence. This actually gave Nick the possibility to hear a faint sighing sound from underneath the bed. He looked over the edge and saw something fuzzy sticking out. "What's that?" he asked.

"Huh?"

Nick shushed him with one finger over his own lips before he pointed downwards. Jeff was now able to hear the purring and chuckled. "It's just Muffins.. Our cat." He whistled shortly, called his name a few times and surely, a big fluffy ball of fur came crawling out from under the bed, stretched and then hopped onto the mattress. Suspiciously, he eyes the newbie before he walked over to the blond and curled up between the two of them. "He's sleepy," Jeff explained. "Usually, he'd be outside or something."

Nick reached out and lightly petted the brown fur as Jeff was doing the same thing. When their hands touched on top of the cat, he didn't hesitate to intertwine their fingers, although he couldn't fight the urge to look up and make sure that there was no form of discontent showing on the blond's face.

Fortunately, he found none. Just a shy smile; a happy smile, that made him feel happy in return.

Sometime that afternoon, the cat left them for cat-lunch. Nick and Jeff stayed behind, hands still interlinked, lying next to each other across the bed. The brunet told him about his dad and Jeff described his school in Westerville until Nick's stomach started to rumble.

"Hungry?" the blond grinned as he looked over.

"I don't know what could have possibly given you that impression.." He sat up and soon found himself being dragged out of bed and downstairs by his hand. As they crossed the hall on ground-floor, he caught sight of the living room. It seemed big and friendly, but what really stood out was what he saw through the French door. The backyard looked beautiful. There was definitely a tree and a bench...

"That looks nice," he said as he stopped and, like a child, tugged on the blond's hand. "What else is out there?"

Jeff smiled. "Let's have a look." He grabbed his coat hanging over the baluster on their way out. The sky is nice and clear, no clouds in sight, just the sun was shining pale against an even paler blue. He sighed, looking up. Quite lovely, if it wasn't for the cold wind.. Nick was walking through the garden, inspecting the bench and their old swing set. The wind was lifting his long sleeve and he wrapped his arms tighter around his body.

"You're shivering," Jeff stated into the quiet. Thanks, Captain Obvious...

Nick turned towards the blond with a smile playing around his lips. "I don't care."

"Come here." Jeff unbuttoned his coat and held it open, arms spread wide. Warily, Nick walked over and, with a sigh, hugged the tall blond around the waist, embracing the warmth and feeling the soft fabric immediately surrounding him. He nestled his nose into Jeff's neck and held on tightly, his fingers brushing against a strip of exposed skin between the blond's hoodie and waistband of his jeans. He chuckled as he sensed Jeff's reaction to that.

"Now, who's shivering?"

Jeff's face turned a gorgeous shade of pink, his head leaned against Nick's as he nudged him lightly. "Oh, shut up," he murmured sheepishly.

"Your heart's also beating pretty fast." Nick bit his lower lip to suppress his grin. "Do I make you.. nervous?"

"N-no." Jeff squinted his eyes shut. Dammit.

"Uh-huh.." The brunet let his hands wander beneath Jeff's shirt and rested them flat against the hollow of his back, making him flinch in the process.

"Your..er..your hands are really cold, you must be freezing." Yay for that masterpiece of a semi-coherent sentence, Jeff.. He took a deep breath while Nick was rubbing his fingers against his skin; the scent from his dark hair had a strangely calming effect on the tall boy and he tightened the hug.

Nick could feel the goosebumps on the blond's skin as he shifted in their embrace. Carefully, he tilted his head and experimentally brushed his lips over Jeff's exposed neck. He was rewarded with a content hum that boosted his confidence. On his tiptoes, he nestled his cheek against Jeff's, who was still humming under the touch. Tipping his upper body back just a little, he glanced up into a pair of beautiful brown eyes, just before he closed his own and leaned in. Jeff met him halfway, gently pressing their lips together.

Nick was the first to break the kiss. "Let's go back inside."

Jeff looked stunned, his lips parted and a deep blush starting to light his face on fire. Once they were in the house again and with one hand covering his mouth, he began rambling through the living room. "I-I- and you were.. and we.."

"Kissed?" Nick suggested, not sure if his happiness was appropriate or not. The blond was clearly not coping. Nah.. that kiss was awesome, you can grin. "I noticed."

Jeff stopped midway between the brunet and the sofa; his face hot, eyes radiating a mixture of longing and fear.

Trying to be somewhat helpful, Nick took a step forward and held his hand out. "Care for another?"

It took the blond a split second to register that this was indeed real.. He grabbed Nick's hand and pulled him towards the couch, letting himself fall back, soon being covered with the brunet's body. Nick pressed Jeff into the cushions as he eagerly re-connected their lips, though with more force this time.

Jeff parted his lips when Nick's tongue asked for entrance and, slowly but passionately, he explored the brunet's mouth, his hands exploring the other's back in the meantime. He felt Nick's fingers weave through his hair and a soft moan escaped his lips.

The brunet backed away, their faces barely an inch apart, his eyes glistening happily as he tried to catch his breath, still flush on top of the blond. "Your hair really is magical."

Jeff rolled his eyes and laughed. "You're so cheesy."

"And you are adorable."

Maybe the end. Haven't decided yet.

Whyyyy is this chapter so much longer? I need to learn how to plan these things..

xoxo