#spacedogsummer

So hello! This is just a short drabble I made for spacedogs week while it’s raining cats and dogs here. I know it’s a bit cliche, but still I hope you people enjoy... somewhat... Thank you and have a wonderful Spacedogs Summer everyone!  

Adam hates the stormy weather. He hates it because he can’t go out at night and look at the stars, he hated it because it’s always cold and when the thunder clap rolls he gets the frights. Even if he knows that it was just a scientific process, he can’t help but cringe into himself in bed, bundled up like a ball under the sheets, praying that the weather lets up as soon as it can.

The bad man from Bucharest truly loved Adam. He loved him so much that he would go to great lengths to do almost anything and everything for him. But as much as he devoted himself to his Little Spaceman, when work calls, work calls. From New York he had to fly off to Romania just to sort out the shit he left behind and piled up. The moment he set foot in his home country he set off to work, running around from places to places, talking to different people and making (or destroying) old partnerships and deals with said people. He was so busy that he ended up only getting to sit down and rest the following day’s wee hours. 

Nigel sat down, a bottle of piss beer in hand as he skimmed through the papers he had to check and recheck for loop holes and such. The tv was blaring in front of him, showing him the news update for New York. It was then when the weather update came up that he had to stop whatever important thing he was doing and listened intently to the weather report. It didn’t take him long enough to stand up, grab his coat and make his way to the airport. 

The day started off as nice and sunny, a normal summer day with the crisp air hanging about. The little astronaut was skeptic about the weather before, but as he ate his sandwich next to Harlan, he pushed his thoughts about it away and continued to eat. The telescope was already arranged next to the window in his room. He was going to view the celestial bodies tonight, as he did on many nights while Nigel was gone. 

That’s why when evening came, Adam was surprised upon hearing the first spray of rain outside his window. This only meant that there was no star viewing tonight. Adam then went about the usual routine, making himself dinner as he watched his favourite documentary in the hopes that the rain would let up afterwards. Already he has cleaned up and changed and the rain continued to pour, if at all it seemed as if it got harder. Adam then went to bed, his heart heavy as his hobby was inhibited by the weather. 

Then it came, the first flash of light illuminated the room and the roll of thunder echoed a few seconds afterwards. Adam’s eyes widened and he covered his ears and hunched into a ball in bed. He was scared, and he hated the fact that of all the days it could have had a thunderstorm, Nigel just had to be gone. He closed his eyes, trying to think of stars, of asteroids, and the smell of Nigel after he takes a bath in the evening. It calmed him for awhile before another thunderclap rolled and he heard himself squeak in fright. 

He turned around and reached for his phone. Nigel warned him about this happening before, and if it should happen he shouldn’t hesitate to call him. Nigel had that effect on him. He is able to calm and soothe Adam with his mere voice, and right now he was seeking that familiar voice. Dialling the numbers with shaky fingers, another flash of lightning illuminated the dark room before he could accomplish the task and bring the phone to his ear. “Pickuppickuppickupickuppickuppickup.” Adam chanted in his head like a mantra to no avail. Nigel’s phone kept on ringing but he wouldn’t answer.

Adam tried again and again until he grew to scared of the onslaught to even bring the phone to his ear. Curling up he buried his face to his knees and nearly sobbed when he heard the door to the apartment fly open and there was a squelching sound coming through as footsteps became louder and louder. Then there was a soft rustling sound after the footsteps came to a halt in his room. Adam didn’t look up, was too afraid too look up when he felt damp but warm strong arms wrap around him. He was pulled against a strong frame and his tension willed away as his face pressed against a bare chest. 

“Hush now gorgeous.. I’m here.” Nigel spoke softly into the warm curls of his Adam as the younger man wrapped his arms around his frame and pressed himself into his heat. The bad man from Bucharest effectively enveloped the astronaut and rubbed soothing circles down his back as he calmed down and relaxed in his arms. Adam then finally looked up and saw Nigel looking at him with a soft gaze, shirtless and embracing him. His hair was stuck to his skull, damp from what he could guess was from the rain.  “Why is your hair wet?” Adam asked curiously before another flash of lightning came and he had to hide his face against Nigel again. Nigel sighed but smiled still as he nosed his hair and pulled him even closer. 

Adam hates sleeping alone, he hates it when Nigel has to stay out late at night and he has no warm arms wrapped protectively around him. He often comes to bed, staring at the empty space where Nigel would usually lay and he imagines he i there. Unfortunately it doesn’t help much and he just curls up into a ball under the covers feeling cold for most nights.