passionfruit.

as if the word ‘ babe ’ wasn’t enough to convince nico to pull through with his actions then the rapid embrace would’ve surely done the trick. hearing the other male ramble on brings an awfully familiar smile across the corners of his lips, finding himself wholeheartedly mesmerized by the cherubic sight that stood before him. “ surprise, ” a chain of giggles manage to escape from between his lips while the smile remains plastered, typical behavior. nico had come to the conclusion that his real definition of ‘ home ’ was wherever matthew was, which must explain why he’s feeling a sense of homeliness quickly wash over him. the familiarity was too intense for him to ever forget, seeming impossible to repay the other male for the memories he had provided nico with. matthew’s apartment had withheld every step of their relationship between every inch of those walls, creating incredible moments that could leave nico forever wanting more. for now, however, he’s snapping out of his trance fast enough to catch the raven haired male’s next words. “ matthew, relax. that’s not why i’m here … slightly, but that’s not the point. besides, baby, you look real put together in those cute ‘lil jammies that ya’ got going on, ” this remark is wrapped around a seductively playful tone, eyes casually running themselves up & down matthew’s body. any thought of drooling over this heavenly had disappeared once their lips were smashed together, leaving nico to cherish these intimate moments. every meaningful kiss planted on his lips had caused him to want more, in every aspect of the word. at this moment, however, he decides it’s best to keep his hands to himself … for the moment. “ i missed you too, shithead. ”

slim fingers intertwine with matthew’s, the fragrance that filled his nose flushes back to their time spent confined in these walls. the beginning of it all had felt like something out of a movie, two roommates turn into intense lovers. a heartfelt comedy. every moment spent in matthew’s arms reassured him that some form of love still exists in this coldhearted world, basking in the ambiance of being around such quality affection. usually the streets of los angeles seemed to be bustling with waves of different characters, each differing vastly from one another. this lovely character, precious features & an adorably infectious personality, interests the male in ways that he cannot seem to possibly describe. usually, he’d bump into lower standards of people, the gossipers, one’s with ill intentions … you name it, los angeles was sure with held those types of people. a period of disappointment also accompanied said people, time & time again, until he came across matthew. every being known to nico had betrayed him in unimaginable ways, shattering his trust. safe to say that matthew proclaimed to be the glue that’s slowly patching the pieces back together, eventually forming true & utter happiness. he’s gearing up a slither of that happiness while mustering up the courage to ease into the reason why he came. “ listen, ” he’s as serious as his face implies, ( which isn’t so serious around matthew ), only to momentarily be broken by the realization of his corniness. “ wow … this is going to be dramatic as hell, but there’s something that i need to talk to you about. like, now. ”

goddamn, is nico’s laugh a turn-on. nothing quite caught matthew off-guard like the other boy’s infectious laughter. it seems as if nico informing matthew that they’re not going on is supposed to put his mind more at ease, but it instead leaves him more confused. what is he doing here, then ? not that he needs a reason to come by, of course. nico is always welcome at matthew’s place, but there’s usually some semblance of a motive. matthew rakes a hand through his raven locks as he looks back down at his plaid pajama pants, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks. he loves their mean nicknames that’re more sweet than they seem, and he’s soon chuckling as the two are lead inside. matthew walks through his familiar surroundings, past the kitchen and dining table and into the living area, settling into the cushions of the couch with nico at his side. he sits beside him, a hand moving to rest at the inside of nico’s right thigh. “ i’m listening, ” matthew begins in response, feeling his heartbeat quicken inside his chest. what does he want to talk about ? does he know about the baby ? “ dramatic ? you’re not one for dramatics. what gives, tortorella ? when did my boy start getting into dramatics ? ”

niconiconico: il mio amore :) yoU are all those things :) & more :) niconiconico: now sounds a pretty perfect time ngl niconiconico: that’s my life nOW that a certain lil someone like to plAY games with mE

“ you can do this, you can do this … ” —— of course, leave it nico to give himself a motivational speech while slightly under the influence. although, no one needed to know about that minor detail. days turned into nights, nights had been filled with endless amounts of twisting & turning, the smell of burnt breakfast items had been replaced from the usual aroma of bacon. these issues had brought themselves to the light after a sudden disappearance of one specific catalyst, matthew. the duo’s backstory had been like no other story out there, a mix of cinderella & ‘ romeo & juliet ’ seemingly all wrapped into one. the magical essence instantly made itself apparent whenever the two shared the same space, or at least that must explain why nico had always felt felt on top of the world. on the other hand, the love shared between the two had caused some issues … some worth fixing, & some were just worth hiding ( for the possibility of a greater good, in his mind, at least. ) if this relationship, or whatever nico had called it, would be healthy enough to last then these issues would have to be discussed if he wanted to be taken seriously. that’s the reasoning as to why he’s dressed as comfortably as can be, always noticing his vulnerable side bringing these feelings that had been locked away. couple months in, & those three little infamous words had already been dropped. he couldn’t hide his affection towards the other male for any longer than he did, still wanting to scream to the top of the earth about his favorite person. the problem at hand was labels, something nico wasn’t particularly fond of. but for matthew ? it was worth a try.

he had talked himself up enough to just get up & go, any more deliberation would’ve resulted in him staying in for another round of ‘ kitchen nightmares. ’ a couple taps of his thumb to the steering wheel would be all of the concentration that he needed, overthinking his actions would ultimately lead him to say ( or do ) things that weren’t necessary. his mind was already racing as fast as the wheels under him were, desperately trying to calm himself down. this had been his usual routine to the other male’s house ever since he had moved out, nico’s mind still boggled as to how things were constantly tearing them apart … and well, here we was. there was no other personthat could make nico laugh, cry & yearned to be touched all in a matter of seconds other than matt. leave it up to nico & he’d point e v e r y moment as the pinnacle of his intense feelings for the other, making ‘ head over heels ’ seem more like an understatement. for what had seemed like hours of driving finally passed, leaving his destination to be held on his right. the journey out of the car & up the front steps had felt like a voyage that had been months in the making, already causing his heart to increase with speed. his blood escalated its temperature with every step closer that he took towards the familiar atmosphere, convincing himself that this would all be over soon. a deep breath would be the last thing he remembered before wrapping his fingers around the door knocker, preparing himself for the events that the night could possibly entail. all he could do now was twiddle with his thumbs while he stood there & waited.

with bringing nico back into matthew’s life, there were growing pains, & that could only begin to describe the amalgamation of feelings that were constantly rattling every fiber of the boy’s being. they’d picked out seeds together when they met --- instantly in agreement it felt --- and the garden grew when nico moved in. the flowers were in full bloom the first time the two kissed, and when he moved out. . .all of the flowers shriveled and faded into the dirt. it was going to take something of a miracle to regroup & regrow the pair to where they once where, but fuck was matthew daddario going to try. their story had made it through too many chapters to fall apart now, & the raven-haired boy wasn’t going to let it. matthew misses nico, though. it hasn’t been quite the same, since he moved out. matthew has half the nerve to ask his. . .whatever he and nico are at this point, but nico’s room isn’t quite nico’s any longer. there’s a crib in the corner, and while the child isn’t matthew’s biologically. . .shit, that’s a whole other can of worms that matthew probably needs to deal with, at some point. not now, though ---- he lets that conversation slip into the ‘to be accomplished later’ folder of his brain as he sinks into the cushions of the chair on the apartment’s balcony, lighting a cigarette and bringing it to his lips.