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                                                   @haprometto    hit    the     ♡

     he is shaking.  he’s shaking and staring at marti, and he’s certain that he hasn’t been talking.   ❝ it’s because i’m nervous.  you’re so beautiful, of course i’m shaking. ❞    they both know it’s not this, it’s something else, some horrible darkness in his brain.   ❝ you’re just so beautiful. ❞ his hands are visibly shaky as he reaches out to take marti’s, and hopefully it will help him.  his fingers close a bit too tight around marti’s hands, but it’s like a lifeline.  but he can’t look marti in the eye, not when his chest is tight and his heart is unsteady, and he can’t say what’s wrong, but something is wrong and he’s just -- afraid.    ❝ i have the most beautiful boy in the world in my room, of course i’m nervous. of course i’m shaking. ❞             there had been other thoughts for the night, there had been the thought to kiss marti until they fall asleep, there had been the plan to talk to marti about -- about the way that the streetlight falls through nico’s window and falls onto the floor, or talk about something, anything, but the way his eyes are a bit too tired, a bit too sad. all he wants, right now, is for marti to hold him close,  but he’s afraid to ask. 

        ❝grazie, grazie, grazie, il mio cuore.❞  nico has his arm around marti’s waist, marti has an arm around him, and they’re almost back to nico’s place. (he can’t remember if his parents are there, but it’s closer than marti’s and they should probably just sleep this off.)  marti is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, he’s going to say that.  ❝bello marti, bello, bello. tu sei un bell’uomo.❞  he loves him so much.  they sneak into nico’s place, collapsing into drunken giggles when the door closes a little too loud and they move as quickly as they can to get to nico’s room.  it’s dark in his room, and they shed extra layers above jeans and t-shirts, and they’re drawn back together, hands cupping each other’s cheeks.  ❝amore mio.❞  marti kisses him, then, and he feels even more dizzy and he holds on to marti as he kisses him back.  they stumble a little, balance nearly gone. a mess of them tumbling onto his bed, hiding laughter in each other’s shoulders as they make sure not to wake up nico’s parents. quiet middle-of-the-night laughter among kisses on every inch of bare skin available to the other.   (& if they wake up in the morning really hungover at least they’re in each other’s arms.) 

  ❝ sorry for keeping you up all night. ❞   he can’t believe marti actually agreed to come hide out at niccolò’s place after they spent most of the night drifting in and out of conversation, phones on speaker. one of those nights where his mind wouldn’t quiet and let him sleep, but marti’s voice is always a comfort.  ❝ it’s all actually a plot, so that i can see you when you wake up. ❞  his voices teases, even if it rings with tiredness. there’s little that warms his heart as much as waking up next to marti, seeing him come back to life; the softness and quietness of waking up next to someone, especially when it’s his boyfriend? it’s worth being tired right now. 

                                                  @haprometto    hit    the     ♡