what if (you wanted me) / infamous if / nikita/triple a, nikita/orion / explicit / 2.6k words
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notes: been waiting to use this gif again:
There is something to be said about the fact that Niki stopped drinking almost entirely after Seven, but tonight he is so drunk on tequila that Orion would certainly disapprove if he saw him right now.
(But he isn't here. Even if Niki can hear his scolding inside his head when he takes another swig. Man, he kind of wishes Orion was here, to be honest. He is always there, but never at the same time.)
He is drunk just enough and he is looking at Triple, who is grinning toothily at him across the hotel room, shirtless and so handsome Niki can feel it all the way in his gut, thinking what if.
Triple's soft, hairy belly flexes as he laughs loudly at something Hassan quips before slapping his shoulder, and Niki stares so hard that his spinning vision is making him slightly nauseous.
He bites his lower lip, thinking.
Then Triple looks over at him and cocks his head, studying him, before taking a long swig of his beer, neck bending and adam's apple bobbing as he drinks. Niki has been caught.
And he doesn't mind one bit.
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