Nova was happily talking to absolutely no one, pacing a little as he rambled to himself. “Y’know, Frost is, like… so cute,” Nova said, grinning. “One moment he’s all cool and composed, and then the next he’s just— ridiculously adorable.” He kept going, completely unaware of the danger approaching from behind. “And the other day? He fell asleep in the morning and straight-up refused to get up. Just buried his face and pretended the world didn’t exist. I love him so much.” Behind him, Frost froze for a moment—then smirked. Boredom plus impulse was usually a terrible combination for him. Today, though? Today it felt perfect.He crept closer, steps quiet, timing it just right. Nova barely had time to react before Frost tackled him to the ground. Nova let out a surprised noise, blinking up at his boyfriend just in time to see that familiar mischievous grin. “Frostie?!” Nova exclaimed, already blushing.b“Yes, Nova?” Frost replied sweetly, far too pleased with himself. Before Nova could say another word, Frost’s hands were already moving—one sliding to Nova’s neck, the other digging into his side. Nova immediately burst into laughter, twisting and squirming beneath him. “F-Frost— wait—!” Nova laughed, trying to push him away, which only made Frost grin wider. “That’s what you get for talking about me,” Frost teased, clearly enjoying himself. But Nova wasn’t done... With a sudden shift, Nova managed to flip them over, pinning Frost beneath him. Frost blinked in surprise, the grin faltering just a bit.“Nice try, Frostie,” Nova said with a smirk. “But it’s my turn.” Frost tensed instantly. “L-like you’ll have any luck,” he stuttered. “I’m not ticklish.” Nova stared at him in pure disbelief. Silence. Absolute betrayal.“Oh,” Nova said slowly, smiling in a way that should’ve been a warning. “Okay, Frost. If you’re not ticklish… then you wouldn’t mind me doing— this.” His fingers dug straight into Frost’s stomach. Frost broke immediately. Laughter burst out of him as he curled in on himself, trying—and failing—to hide his face. He squirmed beneath Nova, hands flying everywhere except where they needed to be. “N-Nova—!” Frost laughed, mortified and breathless. “Oh?” Nova teased, clearly delighted. “You were sooo confident a second ago.”After a moment, Nova eased up, giving Frost a chance to breathe—only to move his fingers lightly to Frost’s neck, tickling just enough to make him laugh again. Frost groaned through his laughter, cheeks burning. “You’re unfair.” Nova just smiled, leaning down a little closer. “Maybe,” he said softly. “But you started it.” Nova’s fingers finally slowed, then stopped completely. He leaned back just enough to give Frost some space, smiling fondly as his boyfriend caught his breath, laughter fading into quiet giggles. Frost peeked out from behind his hands, eyes warm despite how flustered he still looked. “You’re the worst,” he muttered—though the smile on his face ruined any chance of it sounding serious. Nova laughed softly. “You love me.” Frost huffed, then reached up and grabbed the front of Nova’s shirt, tugging him down without warning. Nova yelped in surprise before melting against him, the tension dissolving instantly. They settled together on the floor, Frost’s arms wrapped around Nova while Nova tucked himself closer, resting his head against Frost’s chest. Frost pressed a small kiss into Nova’s hair, one hand lazily tracing circles against his back. “Truce?” Frost asked quietly. “Truce,” Nova agreed, smiling.They stayed like that—tangled up, warm, and content—Nova still smiling to himself as he listened to Frost’s heartbeat, Frost holding him just a little tighter like he never planned on letting go.And honestly? Neither of them wanted to.
