So this is a tiny fic (or something like that) I’ll be posting some when the mood strikes, so you can ignore them or tell me what you think. It’s a thing I want to do to get on the writing wagon again. And that’s that. Now I’ll shut up.
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There are moments when Niki can enjoy blissful minutes of pure calm and silence.
Moments when a sort of contentment settles in his chest, when the warmth of the room changes its nature and goes through his bones, easing his mind.
Usually this moments come as the aftermath of really loud encounters; where the adrenaline rushes through his veins, faster with every heartbeat, faster, faster. Hot. Sweaty. Heavy. Glorious…
And then, calm
Almost
Is not as if James Hunt can be the best example of quiet slumber, Niki muses while the blonde murmurs something and shifts EVEN closer to him. Or calmness in anything, for that matter.
Sharing a flat with the asshole makes him appreciate any kind of peace he can get.
Even so- Niki is startled to realise- he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Perhaps that is the reason Niki can enjoy such lazy, slow moments, when the minutes seem to slow down to match the breaths of the man at his side.
Perhaps it is because in this moments Niki can contemplate at leisure the presence of James, and the massive effect he’s produced in his life…
How unexpected, that this man, James Hunt, his rival, this tremendous asshole, is the person that finally makes him feel at home.
A home where there can be moments like this.
James shifts on the bed again.
Niki can’t help smile to that.
