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Nigel was going to fucking kill Darko. How many times did he have to tell the man to not get him drunk? 

This was the third time in the same amount of days, and Nigel didn’t think he could handle another hangover without his stomach exploding and sending his guts flying everywhere. Nigel snorted at the thought, he can get shot in the fucking head but he’ll die because Darko couldn’t stop getting drinks. Fucking asshole. 

Nigel stumbled on the steps to his apartment building, grabbing onto the metal railing and cursing. He glared at the piece of shit metal and punched it with as much strength as a drunk man could have. 

“Fuck!” He yelled, swinging his hand back from the railing and clutching it onto his chest. Whatever, it wasn’t a fair fight anyway, he was drunk and the railing was…

It didn’t matter what the fucking railing was, Nigel just wanted to slam himself onto his bed and sleep until he was nothing but bones. He trudged up the rest of the stairs, stumbling and crashing into walls on the way to his door. 

Finally unlocking and pushing the door open, he swung it closed and violently dropped onto his bed just as he had planned to. 

Closing his eyes, Nigel thought back to his fight with the railing. What the fuck was he doing? It seemed like his life just kept spiraling like a feather caught in the wind. Nigel thought his gorgeous Gabi leaving was rock bottom, but apparently rock bottom was actually a sinkhole into the depths of Hell. 

Nigel groaned, his stomach making waves of nausea rise up and attack his stomach. He could not keep living like this, he used to be Nigel, the very bad man from Romania. Now he was a miserable fucking sap whose only hobbies were drinking, smoking cigarettes, punching metal things and punching people. What the fuck else was there to do, anyway? 

He had moved to California to start over, to escape the shitshow that was happening over there, and just ended up walking straight into another shitshow. 

Nigel clenched his fists, grasping his crumby bedsheets in his hands. He needed to do something, and he needed to do something fast. Nigel couldn’t stand to be the lazy lowlife he was any longer. 

Nigel turned his head, coming face to face with his laptop. A light switch went on in his head, he just had the best fucking idea of the century. 

Nigel sat up, forcing vomit back into his throat with a grimace. He grabbed his laptop, forcing it open and squinting at the light. 

Nigel attempted to type, ‘Things good people do’ but drunkenly typed, ‘ thgns godn ppoele d.’ Nigel slammed the delete button, cursing. He managed to type something comprehensible and a list popped up seconds later. Nigel scrolled, clicking on a list by some fuckin’ gaudy magazine company. 

• Complimenting others

• Honestness

• Good Manners

• Forgiveness

• Generosity

• Patience

• Positivity

Nigel stopped reading, this was fucking bullshit. He needed a plan, not some useless words that Nigel couldn’t apply to himself in a million years. 

Scoffing, he instead clicked on a list for tips on how to be a ‘better person’. Skimming through the list, he found nothing that piqued his interest. 

Did nobody have a step by step fucking plan on what to do? Telling Nigel to just, “Be Nice” was like telling a baby to recite the Declaration of fucking Independence. Nigel scrolled the words blurring with how fast he was ignoring everything on the list. 

Finally, Nigel’s drunk eye caught the word, volunteering. He stilled, considering. It couldn’t be too bad, and it’d give him something to do besides mope around. Plus, it’d give him points for helping the community or some shit. 

That was good, right? Nigel nodded his head to himself, hiccuping, and deciding that this was something he was surprisingly willing to do.

Exiting out of the tab, Nigel googled volunteer opportunities in his area. The first result was a listing to volunteer at the observatory, to help decorate for the new meteor exhibit. 

Nigel read the details and shrugged. He didn’t really have a thing for space but he had always enjoyed the stars, they were comforting. They reminded him his world wasn’t as small as it seemed, and that there was a great expanse of shining lights up in the sky. 

Taking the time to type out his name so he didn’t type dumb drunk shit, he filled out the application form and pressed submit. Little stars exploded out onto his screen, making him grin. 

Maybe this would be good for him, it’d be good practice to not yell at every person he came across. Maybe this would help him change for the better and finally get him on the right track to being a normal, functioning human fucking being. 

Smiling to himself, Nigel closed his computer and immediately passed out. 

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Pawing for his cigarettes and groaning, Nigel opened his eyes and felt like the light was melting his brain.

 “Fucking hell,” he muttered, squeezing his eyes shut. Nigel felt a buzz on his left ass cheek and he quickly grabbed his phone and turned it on. Ignoring the drunk texts Darko had sent him, he looked at the rest of his notifications and found an email regarding.. volunteering? 

“The fuck?” Nigel whispered, sticking a cigarette into his mouth. He clicked on the rest of the message and read it, trying to ignore the pounding inside his skull.

Nigel, 

Thank you for signing up for our volunteer opportunity! We’d love to have you be a part of our community. This is just a little reminder, volunteer hours start at 9 AM tomorrow, Wednesday, June 8th. 

We are so excited to see you! 

Nigel blinked. What the fuck was he up to last night? He was used to waking up to a random chick in his bed, maybe sometimes waking up in some random chick’s bed. But this was definitely not something Nigel would fucking do. 

Wednesday was today, why the fuck would he waste his time volunteering for some useless space shit when he could spend the day doing any other thing? Nigel chuckled to himself, wondering what the hell he was thinking last night. 

After flicking his cigarette into the ashtray on his side table, Nigel slammed his phone on the bed, and stood up. He grunted, stretching his muscles. Looking down, he noticed he was still wearing the same clothes he wore last night. 

He shrugged to himself, not having remotely enough energy to change. Nigel slinked towards his bathroom to take a piss and brush his teeth, his shitfaced shenanigans from the night prior making him laugh. 

Nigel walked out of his bathroom to find his phone buzzing again, this time ringing with a call from Darko. “What?” he said, grabbing for another cigarette. 

“Why the fuck didn’t you answer me last night, idiot?” Darko replied, sounding annoyed. 

“Fuck off, I told you not to get me drunk and what do you do? Get me so drunk I sign up for some fuckin’ volunteer shit at the space thing.” Nigel chuckled, plopping onto his bed again. 

Darko went silent, not laughing like Nigel expected him to. “Did you fucking pass out, Darko?” Nigel joked, scoffing. 

“No, no, it’s just..” The other man trailed off and Nigel frowned. 

“The fuck are you gonna say? Spit it out.” Nigel felt himself getting annoyed, he could not handle Darko’s shit today.

 “Maybe, I don’t know, maybe you should check it out.” 

Nigel’s eyebrows shot to his hairline. “Are you shitting me? Why the fuck would I do that?” Nigel sneered, close to hanging up on his friend. 

“I don’t know man, you fucking know why! All you do is move around like a dead weight, it’s time you get your shit together.”

 Nigel snarled, clenching his fists and wanting to desperately hit Darko in his stupid fucking face. Before Nigel could reply, Darko continued.

 “I get losing Gabi hit you hard, alright? I’m not trying to make you mad, you just need to do something. You can’t keep fucking living like this, Nigel.” 

Stopping Nigel from yelling yet again, Darko said, “Tell you what, you go to the fuckin’ space thing and all drinks are on me for a year? Alright?” 

Nigel unclenched his fists, considering his friend’s words. Who would pass up an opportunity like that? Nigel imagined ordering the most expensive shit at the bar just to annoy Darko.

“Yeah, alright. I’ll fucking go.” Nigel hung up before Darko could respond. Stomping his way to his closet, Nigel plucked out his favorite light blue dachshund shirt. While buttoning it up his torso, he moved to the bathroom again. 

Combing his hair, Nigel smiled to himself in the mirror. He would go to this space thing alright, but he didn’t promise to behave. He was going to make everyone at that dumbfuck observatory experience Hell. 

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Hopping off his motorcycle, Nigel was already planning ways to make everyone’s day shit. He walked to the large doors, swinging them open with a skip in his step. 

This was going to be a fun day of tormenting and yelling, what more could he want? Nigel walked up to the desk, a joyful cheery woman greeting him from behind it. 

“How can I help you today, sir?” Nigel wanted to make that smile slip right off her happy face. Grimacing, he said, “I’m here for uh, the volunteer space decorating fuckin’ thing.” 

The woman smiled wider, typing something on her computer. “Name?” She asked, glancing up at Nigel again. 

Was he in the fucking north pole? Why was everyone so fucking happy? “Nigel,” he replied, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Have you been here before?” Nigel shook his head, his patience hanging on by a thread. 

“Okay, Nigel! Our lovely Adam will be your guide today. He’s going to help you around and show you what to do.” 

The woman picked up the desk phone, probably calling for this ‘ Adam’ dude. Great, he was going to have to follow the trail of some nerdy prick who was probably old enough to be his grandfather. 

Nigel was skimming through his list of insults about old people when he heard a voice behind him say, “Hi, Nigel!” 

Nigel turned around and immediately went still. His plans to be an utter shit that day completely flew out the window. This was not an old man, this was the most beautiful fucking creature he had ever seen. 

Adam had silky chocolate curls, rosy cheeks on creamy, pale skin, and the bluest fucking eyes Nigel had ever come across. He wanted to swim in those eyes, to drown in them and never break the surface to swim to this Godforsaken world again. 

The boy was dressed like he was going to Sunday school, his neat appearance making Nigel’s heart do fucking backflips. 

Was he still drunk, or did Adam have a halo around his pretty curly head? Nigel felt dizzy, what the fuck was happening to him? 

“Nigel?” Adam said, a cute frown growing between his brows. Nigel’s heart immediately dropped at the sight, he was going to throw up with the sheer force of beauty radiating off of this perfect being. “Uh, I’m, uh,” he stammered out, not being able to form a single thought. 

“Um, I’m Adam Raki. Harlan said I’m supposed to shake people’s hands when they tell me their names, but I already know your name and you haven’t said anything and I’m not sure what to do when this kind of thing happens so maybe-” 

Nigel blurted out his name, quickly taking Adam’s hand and shaking it. Adam stumbled a bit, and Nigel realized he was moving like a fucking robot. Get it together you fucking idiot, Nigel thought to himself. 

“O-okay!” Adam said, smiling up at Nigel. He could’ve sworn he felt his heart stop at the sight. 

Nigel scrambled inside of his head trying to find something to make the boy smile again. “Well, follow me. I’m going to take you to where you’re supposed to decorate.” 

Nigel followed the angel immediately, nodding like a fucking bobblehead. He was making a fool out of himself, and Adam probably thought he was a fucking junkie. 

He shook his head violently, quickening his step to catch up with Adam. Adam was turning sharply, walking through the halls with sure glides until he abruptly stopped outside of a door. 

Nigel stepped aside and almost fell onto his ass trying not to crash into the boy. Adam turned around, keeping his gaze on Nigel’s shoulder. 

“Nigel,” Adam said, fidgeting with his sleeves. Nigel was going to melt, he was going to melt into the floor and become a fucking puddle. Adam was still, furrowing his brow at Nigel. 

He realized he had not said anything and quickly stammered out, “Yeah, gorgeous?” 

Adam frowned further, and Nigel almost died at the look of upset directed at him. What the fuck did he do? He’d get on his knees and beg for forgiveness. “My name is Adam.” The boy replied, nodding his head once. 

Nigel chuckled lightly, replying, “Yeah, I know, gorgeous. It’s a compliment, a nickname.” Nigel shrugged. 

“Oh, um, is it a good nickname? I’ve had nicknames before but they’ve all been mean, apparently.” Adam replied, blinking rapidly. 

Nigel felt a surge of anger, he’d kill anyone who ever said one wrong thing to Adam. “Yeah, it’s a good one, darling,” Nigel said, controlling his temper. 

Adam smiled again, his cheeks blooming the prettiest blush. Nigel was going to start salivating and convulsing like a rabid animal if he didn’t get his shit together. 

“Oh, well, um, I like your shirt!” Adam abruptly turned, opening the door to the exhibit. Nigel stood still, basking in the bliss of Adam’s compliment until he heard the boy call out for him. 

Catching up with Adam quickly, Nigel glanced around at the area. It was a large, circular, empty room with stands Nigel guessed were for the meteorites. 

Shifting on his feet, Nigel asked, “So, you fu- uh. you like space?” Nigel, for some reason, was scared to swear in front of this angel. It felt wrong and rude. Darko would be laughing his ass off right now, “Nigel being polite isn’t something I expected to cross off my bingo list” , he would say.

“Yes, I work at an observatory, I thought that was obvious.” 

Nigel smiled at the boy in front of him, wanting to know more and more about everything Adam did. 

Adam walked to the center of the circular room, picking up a box. “These are stickers for the walls.” 

The box was full of stars and meteorites and Nigel quickly grabbed one, peeling the film off of it and walking towards the left wall. “Is this alright, gorgeous?” 

Adam stared at where Nigel was pointing, studying it. “No, move it up and to the left a little.” Nigel followed Adam’s directions like the devoted fucking acolyte he was. Hovering the sticker above the wall, he looked at Adam again for direction. The boy grinned, nodding his head. 

Nigel examined the sticker, thinking of questions to ask Adam. He wanted to keep talking with the angel all day. 

Walking back to the sticker box, and more importantly, to Adam, he asked, “So, these are meteorites?” 

Adam shook his head quickly and stated, “No, those are meteoroids.” Like it was the most obvious fuckin’ thing in the world. 

Nigel lifted a brow and asked, “There’s a difference?” 

Nigel hit the jackpot because Adam smiled the biggest smile Nigel’s seen him do.

 “A meteoroid is a relatively tiny object that exists in interplanetary space before it enters into Earth's atmosphere. Larger objects are referred to as asteroids. Of course, you also have comets after that. On top of that, there are micrometeoroids, which are tiny meteoroids. The term ‘meteor’ refers to the light phenomena that arises when an asteroid or meteoroid enters Earth's atmosphere and any associated objects. It is comparable to a shooting star. Furthermore, extremely bright meteors are frequently referred to as fireballs.” 

Adam seemed to get more energetic and happy as he talked, and Nigel wanted to take a picture and stick it on the ceiling above his fucking bed so he could gaze at Adam’s happiness as he fell asleep. 

“A meteorite is a fragment of a meteor that has made it to Earth after surviving its descent. Therefore, if the rock fragment someone is holding in their hand fell from the sky, it is a meteorite. When it was descending, it was a meteor, and before that, if it was really large, it was an asteroid or meteoroid.” Adam stopped, taking a breath after talking so fast. 

Nigel had no fucking clue what any of that meant, but if talking about it made Adam happy, he would gladly listen to whatever the hell it was. Adam frowned, biting his lip and chewing on it with pretty white teeth. 

“What’s wrong, angel?” Nigel asked. His heart felt like it was being split in two at Adam’s distress and he wanted to scoop the boy up into his arms. 

“S-sorry, I talk too much when I get excited about things. I can’t tell if you’re annoyed, but I’m sorry if I did make you upset.” 

Nigel’s jaw dropped, who the fuck made this sweet boy think he talked too much? He would hunt them down and kill every single one, just to make Adam never stop talking. 

“No, no you didn’t annoy me. I like hearing you talk about space shi- uh, things.” Nigel smiled at Adam, trying to show him he meant every word. The boy obviously had some trouble with social cues, but it wasn’t anything that bothered Nigel. 

Really, Adam couldn’t do anything to bother Nigel, which was a very rare fucking thing. Nigel was the fucking king of being annoyed, but this angel made him into a lovesick sap. 

Adam looked up at Nigel with his big, baby blues and the look was so pretty Nigel felt his knees wobble. Nigel swore he could see the Milky Way in those eyes. 

“Oh, o-okay! You’re very nice Nigel.” Nigel’s cheeks went hot, he was fucking blushing . Nice was not a word people had ever used to describe the bad man, but Nigel vowed to keep doing whatever the fuck he was doing if Adam thought he was being nice. 

“We should put the rest of the stickers up now,” Adam said, turning to grab more stickers. 

Nigel nodded at Adam’s statement, thinking of more space questions to ask. 

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Adam and Nigel spent the day putting up more stickers and banners, Nigel asking Adam about everything and anything. He had learned more about space than he had ever known in his entire life, and he was having the most fun he’d had in a while. 

Nigel felt like the fucking Grinch in the scene where his heart grew back. Adam was the most beautiful person Nigel had ever met and was dreading having to go back home to his empty apartment. 

“A full moon's brightness is nine to ten times greater than that of a half moon because the lunar regolith has retroreflective qualities. Did you kno-” Adam cut his sentence off, glancing at the clock, Nigel, and the clock again. 

“Everything okay, gorgeous?” Nigel asked, worried that he had done something to make Adam upset. 

“I um, I have to go home and eat dinner. But I don’t really want to leave. Talking to you is nice, and I like it. But I really have to go eat and if I don’t leave it’s gonna be too late and that’s going to mess my routine up and I don’t like my routine being messed up.” 

Adam began to rub his fingers together harshly, rocking on the balls of his feet in clear distress. 

Nigel walked up to Adam, grabbing the boy’s smaller hand in his own. “Hey, it’s alright gorgeous. You go and eat your dinner. I’ll be here tomorrow to help out again, if you will?” 

Adam glanced at Nigel’s hand, his expression calming into a soft smile. “Yes, I’d like that very much. I get here at 8:30, so you can come earlier.” 

Nigel smiled, his heart running laps inside his chest. “Okay, I’ll be here. Promise.” Adam smiled that big, beautiful fucking smile. 

“Okay, goodbye Nigel!” Adam turned, quickly making his way out of the room. 

Nigel breathed for what felt like the first time in hours, his gaze staying on the door Adam at been at moments before. He could fucking kiss Darko for making him do this. 

Nigel pranced towards the door, already planning to wear his Galaxy shirt the next day just to make Adam smile. 

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Nigel, for the first time in that week, didn’t arrive home drunk and out of his fucking mind. He was clear-headed, and his thoughts consisted of one thing. 

He didn’t feel like a feather caught in the wind anymore, he felt like he was peacefully gliding through a summer day filled with sunshine and fucking rainbows. 

He had just met the light at the end of his tunnel, Nigel still wasn’t fully convinced Adam wasn’t an actual angel. How could he not be? He was perfection fucking personified, Nigel had never met a person so beautiful as Adam. He wouldn’t be surprised if Adam was hiding a pair of pretty, fluffy white wings under his sweater. 

After tossing and turning for what seemed like fucking hours, Nigel finally accepted Adam was keeping him up. It was like some witch sprayed him in the face with a magical fucking love potion. 

He was hypnotized, entranced by that sweet boy. He was everything Nigel wasn’t, and Nigel would do anything to keep him by his side. 

Christ, with the way he’s acting, Nigel might as well start twirling his hair and picking petals off of flowers. Nigel glanced at his hand and slowly brought it up to his sandy hair with a raised eyebrow. 

He shot his hand away, shaking his head at himself. What the fuck was he doing? Was he in fucking middle school? He groaned, jerking up and violently dropping back down onto his bed with a bounce. 

Nigel didn’t know the first fucking thing about courting someone normally. Courting , like he was a fuckin’ knight or something. 

Nigel was used to obsessive, messy, and crazy love. Adam wasn’t like that, he was kind and honest, a good person . Nigel felt sick at the thought of scaring Adam away with his insane fucking behavior. 

Nigel looked to the side to find his laptop sitting right where he left it. He sighed, another light bulb coming to life in his head. If Google helped him find Adam, maybe it could help him impress Adam enough to go on a date. 

He had no fucking dignity left anyway, so he slid his laptop onto his lap and opened up the search engine. 

Chewing on his bottom lip, Nigel thought of what to google. ‘How to score a date with the most perfect human being you’ve ever met even though you’re a fucking loser.’  

Nigel rolled his eyes at himself, deleting what he had typed. ‘How to impress your…’ Nigel looked at the predicted search results and winced at the word crush.  

But what other fucking’ word would suit the situation better? He had a big fat crush on Adam Raki. Clicking the enter button with a glare directed at his computer, he began to read. 

• Talk about your passions

• Find common interests 

• Compliments 

• Dress to impress

• Make them smile

Nigel nodded his head along with the list, feeling good about what it said. He could do this, he could fucking do this . Making Adam smile was already his top fucking priority, and complimenting the perfect boy was as easy as breathing. 

Nigel cocked his head at number two. He didn’t know any of Adam’s interests other than space, but that seemed to be the angel’s favorite thing anyway. 

Nigel didn’t know a thing or fucking two about space besides what Adam had already told him, and he guessed there was a lot more to know. 

He considered searching up space facts and documentaries but hesitated. If he read all this shit about space, he wouldn’t get to learn it while looking at Adam’s excited smile and listening to his pretty voice. 

Nigel scowled, closing his computer and pushing it aside again. He would learn about fucking stars from Adam, or not learn at all. Nigel decided to dress to impress, he had already planned to wear his space shirt to surprise Adam. 

He should also shave his fucking stubble off and make himself smell like something other than cigarettes and beer. Burrowing back into his pillow, Nigel fell asleep to the thought of baby blues and meteoroids. 

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Nigel shot out of bed, alert and awake like a fucking vampire at the sound of his alarm going off at 7 AM. He practically leaped inside of his bathroom, hopping into the shower and letting the room fill with steam. 

His heart was going to jump out of his fucking chest and start walking on its own. Nigel was filled with excitement at the thought of seeing Adam again and showing him the shirt. 

After quickly slathering himself in soap, Nigel noticed his heart wasn’t the only thing that was excited that morning. 

He swallowed, staring at his soapy hardness. Nigel considered touching but quickly banished the stupid fucking idea. Thoughts of Adam didn’t deserve a quick morning tug in the shower. 

If he was going to jack off thinking of the blue-eyed boy, he should do it on a bed of rose petals or some shit. At least anything nicer than his old fucking shower. 

Nigel quickly turned off the water after carefully rinsing himself off and moved to the sink to shave. He could admit he did look more handsome with a smooth face, and he hoped to God Adam thought the same thing. 

Grabbing his hair gel and comb, Nigel styled his hair, moving some strands behind his ears and letting a lot fall onto his forehead. 

Adam never looked at Nigel’s scar, but he wanted to keep it covered anyway. He didn’t want Adam to know that about him yet, he didn’t want to tell Adam about stupid fucking Charlie Countryman and Gabi. 

Nigel could always lie, but he felt a nauseating wave of guilt at the thought. He wouldn’t, couldn’t lie to Adam. He knew Adam’s trust was a precious thing and he’d rather get shot in the head again than ever break it. 

After spraying himself in cologne, Nigel padded to his closet to find his Galaxy shirt. It was a short-sleeved, mainly black button-up filled with splashes of pink, purple, and white that clung to his biceps and abs. 

Nigel paired it with a pair of his better-looking jeans and looked at the mirror on the inside of his closet door. Nigel looked fucking decent for the first time in months. 

Walking to his bed and grabbing his phone, Nigel noticed he had 10 missed calls and 16 texts from Darko. Nigel ignored them, he didn’t want to hear about Darko’s fucking bullshit sex life or what he did when he was drunk. All Nigel wanted to hear about was space. 

It was 8:15, he’d make it right on time. Nigel thought Adam would appreciate him not being late like Nigel always fucking was. After grabbing his keys, and walking to the door, Nigel noticed his headphones lying on the floor. 

He picked them up and plugged them in, scrolling on his phone to find some music. He settled on ‘Friday I’m in Love’ , Nigel thought it was fitting for how he was feeling. Because it had to be fucking love, there was no other explanation for the way he felt for Adam. 

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Nigel found himself singing along to the lyrics, screaming out ‘Thursday doesn’t even start, it’s Friday, I’m in love,’ while racing through the streets on his motorcycle. 

He didn’t think he had ever felt this carefree and happy in his entire life, he could run a million miles fucking screaming out his love to the world. His shoulders felt lighter, his head felt less heavy. 

Meeting Adam fucking Raki was a blessing. Nigel kissed his hand and raised it to the sky, laughing. He was acting like a fucking lunatic but he couldn’t care less, the effect this boy had on him was useless trying to resist. 

Finally coming to a stop at the observatory, he quickly jumped off his motorcycle and raced to the doors. His face broke out into a big, toothy, goofy fucking smile at the sight of Adam also walking towards the door. 

“Hello, gorgeous.” Nigel purred, opening the door for Adam. 

“Hi, Nigel! You’re right on time. I like people who are on time.” Adam looked up at Nigel, and his cheeks bloomed with a beautiful flowery pink. Nigel was going to explode.

“You look very handsome today, Nigel. Your shirt isn’t very accurate, but I still like it because you’re wearing it and I like you a lot!” Adam smiled, walking through the door and into the building.

Was Nigel in fucking heaven? He must’ve slipped and cracked his skull open during his drunk fight with the stairs. There was no way he had just heard those words come out of Adam’s pretty mouth. 

Making sure Adam wasn’t looking, he pumped a victorious fist in the air and quickly trailed after the lovely boy. 

Making their way into the meteor exhibit, Adam explained, “We have to put more stickers up today, and put information cards by the stands so people know what they’re looking at.” 

Nigel nodded, already moving towards the stack of boxes in the middle of the room. He picked up a card with a picture of a weird-looking orange rock, and waved it at Adam. 

“What meteorite is this?” 

Adam huffed, a pout forming on his baby-pink lips. Nigel felt a shudder run through his entire fucking body, and he shifted on his feet trying to get himself under control.

“Meteoroid, Nigel.” Adam shook his head at Nigel, taking the card from his hand.

 “Ah, my bad, gorgeous. Remind me what the difference is again?” Nigel was bullshitting, he knew what the difference was because he memorized everything Adam said until the words were branded into his brain. 

But, he wanted to hear Adam explain again and he’d do anything to make the boy talk in that excited voice. 

Adam grinned, giggling at Nigel. The sound traveled into Nigel’s ears and caressed his eardrums like the flutter of fucking butterfly wings. “You’re a bad listener, Nigel. Pay attention this time!” 

Nigel grinned. “Yes, sir.” 

Adam explained meteorites and meteoroids again while they put the cards up, and Nigel listened to every word. He gazed at Adam’s pretty face as he did, committing every freckle and feature to memory. 

Adam was so fucking beautiful, Nigel thought it was crazy that the boy was real. How could he, Nigel, be talking to someone like Adam without the boy running away? Nigel thanked his lucky stars for the millionth time that day. 

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While Nigel was reaching up to stick a star sticker up on the wall, he heard Adam walk up behind him. He went rigid like a fucking scared cat. 

“Nigel?” Adam whispered sweetly. 

Nigel lowered his arm slowly and turned around to face Adam. “Yes, angel?” 

Adam was fiddling with the sleeves of his forest green sweater and Nigel felt like a fucking popsicle left out in the sun. 

“I like talking to you very much, and I felt sad yesterday when I went home because you weren’t there.” 

Nigel noticed his breath getting faster, he was going to fucking pass out. He imagined himself on the floor with stars spinning around his head like he was in a fuckin’ cartoon. He thinks it would be fitting, considering where they were. 

“You try to listen and don’t get upset when I talk too much, and I think that’s very nice. Phones are another way to talk to people, especially when you can’t see them.” 

Nigel blinked. A voice in the back of his head was screaming that the boy was asking for his fucking number but Nigel didn’t hear it during his love-struck reverie. 

Nigel still hadn’t replied, and Adam frowned. “Do you have a phone, Nigel?” 

“YES!” Nigel practically screamed the word, making Adam lightly flinch. Fuck, he was such an idiot. 

Clearing his throat, Nigel repeated, “Yes, sorry, yes I do, gorgeous.” He pulled out his phone from his pocket, unlocked it, and handed it to Adam. 

The boy smiled, scrolling through Nigel’s contacts and typing his number in. “Okay! Thank you, Nigel.” Adam smiled brightly, giving the phone back. 

Nigel was sure that he was going to start glowing with the amount of fucking happiness he was feeling. 

“It’s 5:30, I have to go now. I don’t really like phone calls, is it okay if I text you?” 

Nigel nodded his head, already excited to talk to Adam again when he got home. Adam bit his pretty lip and nodded once. He turned around and began to walk to the door, but suddenly stopped. 

Nigel’s heart fell to his feet, was he regretting the decision? Was Nigel acting too weird? Fuck, fuck, fuck! 

As Nigel was cursing himself out in his head, Adam padded back to Nigel and softly put his arms around the older man’s waist. 

Nigel went completely still, all his thoughts ceasing to exist. His face felt like it was engulfed in fucking fire, and he robotically put his arms around Adam. He couldn’t even blink, this was the most heavenly fucking thing he had ever felt in his entire life. 

“Bye, Nigel!” Adam said, letting Nigel go and turning his blushing face away from view. 

Adam resumed his walk to the door, opened it, and disappeared into the hallway. 

Nigel stood in the same spot for what felt like years until he felt his phone buzz. He quickly grabbed it and almost dropped it with how fast he was moving. He harshly tapped his phone, opening the messaging app.

Nigel scowled, seeing it was a text from fucking Darko and not his beautiful Adam. Nigel put his phone back in his pocket and began to walk back to the parking lot, his scowl quickly turning into a smile at the memory of Adam’s arms around him. 

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As Nigel walked through the hallway to get to his door, he noticed Darko leaning against it. He glared, already feeling mad at the other man for interrupting his daydreaming. 

Darko raised his head and sneered, “Where the fuck have you been?” 

Nigel pushed him aside, shoving the key into the lock. “None of your fucking business is where!” 

Darko followed Nigel into his apartment, and Nigel was getting more and more annoyed.

“I send you to that fucking space thing, and you start ignoring my calls and shit. You could’ve at least told me you weren’t dead in some fucking ditch!” 

Nigel rolled his eyes while hunting down his cigarettes. “Shut the fuck up Darko, you sound like a mother.” 

Darko slammed Nigel’s cigarettes into his hand, scowling at his friend. “Whatever, you’re a fucking piece of shit. How’d that thing go anyway?” Darko plopped onto Nigel’s couch, putting his feet up on the coffee table in front. 

“It went fucking fine.” Nigel didn’t want to hear Darko’s sneers and remarks about his love . He would tell him someday, just not now. 

“I told you it would help, Darko’s always fuckin’ right. It even got you to shower!” 

Nigel threw a pillow into Darko’s face, snarling. “Yeah, yeah, alright.” 

After laughing his ass off, Darko got up and grabbed a couple of beers from Nigel’s fridge. 

As Darko started going on a rant about some assholes he met at the bar, Nigel felt his phone buzz. Darko’s stupid big head was right here, so the text could only be from one person. He quickly opened the messaging app, smiling at Adam’s name popping up.

7:35 PM

Hi, Nigel! Thank you for giving me your number,

 It made me smile a lot when I went home. 

I’m sorry if the hug I gave you made you uncomfortable, 

I couldn’t tell if you liked it or not. 

7:36 PM

You smell really good, Nigel.

 Hugging you was really nice and I want to do it again very much. 

7:38 PM 

What did you do when you got home?

I had dinner and watched The Actors Studio.

7:40 PM

It was hard to keep up with what was happening 

because I was thinking about you a lot.

It was a little bit frustrating but it’s okay.

Thinking about you makes me feel very good. 

Nigel’s smile grew wider and wider as more messages came up, and he replied to every single one. He felt like a fucking teenager getting love notes stuffed into his locker. 

Nigel loved how honest Adam was, and the boy probably didn’t know how his words made Nigel want to fucking giggle into his pillow and swing his feet back and forth. 

“What’s got you smiling so much?” Darko raised his eyebrow at Nigel smiling down at his phone. 

“Just thinking about bashing your fucking face in, the usual,” Nigel replied, glaring up at his friend. Darko chuckled, looking back at whatever the hell he was watching on the TV. 

8:30 PM

Will you come again tomorrow, Nigel? 

8:35 PM

Maybe you can come with me when I have to go for dinner 

so we can talk some more.

I always eat macaroni and cheese.

Even though I make enough for myself, 

I think I can make enough for you too.

Nigel beamed, quickly typing out that he wouldn’t miss it for the world. Adam just asked him to come over for dinner, was that a fucking date ? 

At this point, he should buy a fucking lottery ticket considering how many times he’s gotten lucky in one week. As he was already planning what he was going to wear, Adam replied. 

8:40 PM

That makes no sense Nigel,

How could you miss it for the entire world? 

The world is way too big for that. 

Smiling, Nigel corrected himself and told the sweet boy he meant he wanted to come. He could almost see Adam’s confused little frown and felt his chest grow warmer at the thought. 

8:47 PM

Oh, okay! 

That makes me feel very happy. 

I am very excited to see you tomorrow.

Goodnight, Nigel! 

Nigel typed out a ‘ Goodnight, gorgeous’ and shut his phone off. He looked up, noticing Darko fast asleep with drool trickling out of his mouth. 

Sighing, Nigel grabbed a blanket and spread it out onto his friend. 

The gesture was kind , definitely not his usual behavior towards the other man. But, Nigel was changing. He had found his heart in the unique, lovely, and sweet curly-haired boy at the observatory. Nigel grinned, a glow of love and tenderness radiating inside his body. 

After getting up and grabbing his laptop, he settled back into the couch beside Darko and happily googled, ‘ The Actors Studio.’ 

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Crunching on his cereal in his NASA pajamas, Adam thought about the man he had met at the observatory. Nigel is strange, but not in a bad way. The man is very handsome too. His ashy hair and sharp features make Adam’s stomach feel fuzzy. 

Talking to Nigel is very enjoyable, and Adam finds himself wanting to do it more often than not. Adam had been nervous to ask Nigel for his number, but it went okay even though the older man had acted a little weird. 

Nigel stares a lot, but the staring doesn’t make Adam uncomfortable as it does when other people do it. Nigel looks at him with what Adam can assume is a happy expression. Adam makes Nigel smile a lot too, and Adam loves his smile. The way it makes the sides of his eyes crinkle brings a warm feeling onto Adam’s face and he wants to find ways to make Nigel do it more. 

It seems like all he has to do to make Nigel smile is talk about things, which is good and easy. His lips are also quite nice, and Adam wants to kiss them very much. He doesn’t know how Nigel would feel about it though, so he’s saving it for when he can be sure it’s okay to do. 

The hug had been a little bit unplanned. Adam was feeling more nervous and worried than usual that day because of his plan to ask for the nice man’s number. 

Plus, Nigel had looked extra handsome that day, and he smelled like warm vanilla and coffee with a little bit of cigarette smoke. Strong smells usually bothered Adam, but Nigel’s smell made him feel calm and sleepy. 

Nigel was also wearing a space shirt, and even though it was cartoony and inaccurate, the way it looked on Nigel’s strong muscles made the urge to hug him even more impossible to resist. 

So, he wrapped his arms around Nigel’s waist and it felt like he was getting hugged by a big bear. Adam wanted to stay in the warmness forever, but he had to go and make dinner. 

Adam was so, so happy when Nigel had agreed to come over. He was worried that Nigel didn’t like macaroni and cheese and he would have to make something else, but the handsome man said it was okay! 

Even though it’s impossible for someone to be one hundred percent perfect, Nigel is probably at least ninety percent perfect. 

Nigel isn’t like other people at all, he’s better. He never gets upset at Adam for talking too much and he never asks questions about why Adam does things a certain way. 

He’s so nice and gentle, and Adam feels safe and protected with him. Nigel has a very calming effect, and Adam wonders what sleeping with him would be like a lot. 

He daydreams about how laying on the larger man’s chest would feel, how he would get to breathe in his scent for the whole night. How Nigel’s strong arms would go around his smaller body. Adam feels his cheeks warming just thinking about it now.

Finishing his cereal with a big grin, Adam makes his way to his bedroom to get ready for the day. He would be seeing Nigel soon and he was very, very excited. 

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Walking towards the entrance of the observatory, Adam sees Nigel walking towards him. He raises a hand and waves, waiting for Nigel to come open the door for him like he did yesterday. 

Nigel says, “Hey, gorgeous,” in his deep accented voice that makes Adam feel shy. Adam had been confused at first when Nigel called him that, because he had never said his name was gorgeous. 

But then Nigel said it was a good nickname and a compliment, and Adam found he liked it a lot. Nigel has a lot of different names for Adam, and he loves hearing every single one. 

Nigel’s compliments make Adam shiver and shudder, the older man’s voice making him tingle all over. 

“Hi, Nigel! How are you today?” Adam didn’t ask how Nigel was just because it's what he’s supposed to do when greeting someone, he genuinely wanted to know. Adam wants to know everything he can about Nigel. He is so interesting and mysterious, like a new special star he’d discovered all by himself, even though people can’t be stars.

“Better now that you’re here, darling,” Nigel replied, his face stretched with Adam’s favorite smile. He was wearing a dark blue button-up today, and it looked very nice with his golden skin. 

Adam giggled, walking through the door and making his way towards the exhibit without trying to catch anyone’s attention. He didn’t want to be forced into a random conversation, Adam just wanted to talk to Nigel. 

Finally making their way to the exhibit, Nigel and him went towards the decorations. They both had made the room look really nice, even though Nigel sometimes put the star stickers too close together. 

As Adam was sorting through the sticker box, Nigel started asking questions about the meteoroids again. He keeps getting it wrong and asking Adam to explain. 

Nigel is a good listener and Adam can tell he is paying attention, so the only other explanation is that Nigel is pretending because he wants to hear Adam talk. 

The older man is always doing silly things, but Adam doesn’t mind having to repeat the same sentences over and over. It makes Nigel happy, and Adam loves seeing Nigel happy. 

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The two spent the day decorating like usual, with Adam correcting Nigel and Nigel pretending to not know things. As Adam was stacking their empty boxes, Nigel said, “Do you want to leave for dinner now, gorgeous?” 

Adam frowned and glanced at the clock. He hadn’t even noticed it was time to go. Nigel is too handsome and it was very distracting.

Adam nodded, following Nigel’s tall frame out to the parking lot. He fiddled with his sleeves, remembering Nigel drove a motorcycle. Adam usually takes the bus to work, but he doesn’t want to force Nigel onto the bus with him. 

Harlan would probably say that’s not what people do on dates. He had never been on a motorcycle before, and the thought was a little bit frightening. 

Nigel walked over to Adam and took his hand, squeezing it lightly. The gesture made Adam feel calmer, and he took a deep breath. “Is this alright, darling? If it’s not, we could always go on a day when you’re off work and you can take the bus to your building instead.” 

Adam shook his head with a pout, he wanted to see Nigel now . He didn’t want to wait more time until he could see Nigel again. “N-no, no, It’s okay, Nigel.” 

The older man grinned and nodded, swinging his leg over the bike and sitting on the leather seat. Adam followed, getting on behind Nigel and putting his arms around him immediately. 

“Make sure you hold on tight, gorgeous.” Adam squeezed Nigel’s waist tighter and buried his head into the muscled back in front of him.

 “Okay, Nigel.” He mumbled, his voice slightly muffled. 

The engine roared to life and Adam flinched, squeezing even tighter. He worried it hurt Nigel but the older man would probably say if it did. The bike took off at a fast pace and Adam refused to lift his head from Nigel’s back. 

He knew if he looked up everything would be a scary blur of colour, so he instead focused on the scent flooding his nostrils and the large man he was currently holding on to. 

Adam knew Nigel would never let him get hurt, and that thought alone made him a lot less terrified. He closed his eyes, nuzzling Nigel and letting the older man ground him into feeling calm and peaceful.

The bike suddenly came to a stop, and he felt Nigel laugh lightly. “We’re here, angel.” The handsome man said, not making Adam move his arms. 

He moved his head up and peeked one blue eye over Nigel’s shoulder, noticing that they were, in fact, at Adam’s apartment complex. 

“You alright there, gorgeous?” Nigel whispered, glancing at Adam from the corner of his eye. 

“Yes,” Adam replied, still not moving.

 “Do you want to let go?” 

Adam blinked, and then loudly shrieked, “No!” 

“We have to let go if you want to go eat your dinner, love.” Adam frowned, burying his face into Nigel’s back again. 

“Would it make it better if you could hold my hand?” Adam immediately smiled at that and he replied “Yes.”

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Nigel’s surprised he didn’t spontaneously fucking combust at the feeling of Adam clinging onto his back. He must’ve almost crashed at least 6 times with how distracted he was. Adam’s arms were squeezing the life out of him but he wouldn’t trade that for fucking anything. 

The boy smelt like clean laundry and soft clouds, it was flooding Nigel’s senses like fucking cocaine. Then, Nigel felt Adam nuzzle his cute face on his back and it took every fucking thing Nigel had in him not to crumple like a piece of paper. 

Adam not wanting to let go of Nigel after they arrived was the icing on the cake, but the hand holding was the giant fucking cherry on top. Nigel thinks he genuinely couldn’t ask for anything more, but Adam’s levels of perfectness kept rising off the fucking charts. 

As Nigel walked with Adam down the hallway to his apartment, he was trying to calm his heart rate down. He had spent almost 2 hours that morning trying to make himself look presentable and probably changed his outfit at least 20 times. He needed to look perfect to impress Adam enough to let him come over again. And maybe, maybe, he’d look good enough to score a kiss from the sweet boy. 

Nigel shuddered just thinking about it, that’d be bigger and better than his first kiss had been. Adam would probably taste like delicate little sugars and the ripest fucking strawberries known to man.

 Adam stopped walking and Nigel quickly slammed his arm onto the door, leaning down at Adam with a casual seductive look and a wink. He also flexed his arm for good measure and extra points. 

It wasn’t as smooth as he planned it to be, but it would do the job. Nobody could resist Nigel’s famous casual-seductive-door-lean-plus-arm-flex look. 

Adam blinked. He blinked again, this time with a tilted head directed at Nigel’s arm. Smiling his handsomest smile, Nigel purred, “Hey, beautiful.” 

Adam’s blank face quickly turned into a big bright fucking smile and he said, “Hi, Nigel!” Adam turned the lock and pushed the door open, making Nigel’s arm drop with a stumble. 

Nigel’s entire face fell, he was fucking perplexed. What the fuck just happened? It’s fine, it’s fine . He would just have to go on a different route. 

Nigel almost slapped himself. Of fucking course! Why was he dumb enough to think his old, used-up ways would work on his special Adam? Stupid fucking idiot. 

Nigel walked into Adam’s apartment and immediately felt like a kid in a fucking toy store. There was space shit everywhere. The walls were filled to the brim with galaxy posters and the living room had accurate fucking models of the solar system. Compared to Nigel’s ratty old room, it was the most magical fucking place he’d ever been in. 

Adam went to make their food, leaving Nigel to explore. He was in fucking awe at all the stuff Adam had, there was even a big poster with all the moon cycles on it. He stepped towards a 3D model of a NASA rocket with his jaw on the fucking floor. 

As he was studying all the different parts of the thing, Adam announced, “I always watch The Actors Studio when I eat.” 

Nigel smiled with shark-like teeth, it was his time to fucking shine. “Is that the fu- the show about actors getting interviewed in front of drama students and sh- and stuff? I like that show.” Again, he was bullshitting. 

He had watched a couple of episodes last night until he eventually fell asleep. It’s not something that would be his first pick to watch, but if it was Adam’s favorite then it was Nigel’s fucking favorite too. 

He padded over to where Adam was sitting at a little table and sat down across from the sweet boy. 

As he was in the middle of chewing a humongous fucking bite of noodles, Adam smiled and said, “You are wonderful, Nigel!”

 A fucking noodle got lodged in his throat because the compliment suddenly made his motor functions disintegrate. Nigel coughed and sputtered, wishing that a piano would fall on his head from the fucking roof. 

Adam quickly got up and came back with a glass of water tutting, “You need to chew more carefully, Nigel.” 

Nigel gulped it down like it was the only water he’d had in fuckin’ months and finished it with a mumbled, “Thanks, gorgeous.” 

Adam nodded, opening the little laptop on the right side of the table to press play on the show. 

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Nigel didn’t end up paying an ounce of fucking attention to what was going on in the screen, all he could do was gaze at Adam. The boy’s pretty mouth was mumbling along to the words, and the sight made Nigel want to kiss every inch of his angel’s face. 

He ate every single bite of his food, content to look at Adam the entire time. If he was in Looney Tunes, Nigel would probably have big cartoon hearts bulging out of his fuckin’ eyes. 

Adam bit his lip as the show ended and looked up at Nigel. “What are some of your favorite things Nigel?” 

Thinking long and hard about the question, Nigel decided he didn’t want to say guns or cigarettes. He instead opted for, “You, darling.” With another seductive wink added on for good effect. 

Adam giggled, replying, “You’re silly, Nigel. Your favourite things can’t all be me!” 

Nigel laughed, Adam would be fucking surprised at how many things on his list had to do with the perfect boy. “But they are, gorgeous.” Nigel shrugged, feeling fucking bashful . 

Adam suddenly stood up and grabbed Nigel’s hand, trying to pull the older man up. After scrambling to stand and bumping his fucking toe, Nigel followed his angel back to the living room. 

Adam kneeled by his coffee table to fiddle with a black circular thing with a little dome on top of it. Nigel blinked and the whole room suddenly filled with sparkling blue and white swirls, turning the room into their own little universe. 

Adam got up and padded over to Nigel, taking his hand again and smiling. Adam’s face was illuminated with blues and purples, making his eyes look like fucking nebulas. 

He looked even more like an angel, and Nigel couldn’t tear his gaze away. Adam would probably say Nigel was silly and that eyes couldn’t be nebulas, and he smiled widely at the thought. 

Nigel felt like his heart was being tugged and stretched in his angel’s gentle hands. He had never felt like this before in his entire life, Nigel’s whole body was overflowing with pure love for his beautiful boy. 

The feeling was unfamiliar, gentle, and innocent. Adam was truly the most perfect person, there was nothing Nigel would ever want to change about him. 

It’s as if Adam brought all the color back into Nigel’s life and he was seeing clearly for the first fucking time. Adam’s the only thing that makes him feel like he has purpose and meaning, an actual direction in the middle of all his mind’s chaos. He’s a divine vessel, a guiding light Nigel would follow to the end of the earth. 

Nigel distantly wondered if this was what people felt like finding religion for the first time. He had found his faith, his hope that things would actually be fucking okay and the world wasn’t as ugly and miserable as it seemed. How could a world that carried someone like his Adam be anything but beautiful? 

Adam looked up at Nigel, his eyes glittering and shining like all the stars in the whole galaxy were placed delicately in each iris. 

“Do you like it, Nigel?” Adam squeezed Nigel’s hand in his own, lightly swinging their arms back and forth.

 “It’s beautiful,” Nigel whispered, his gaze staying only on the boy beside him. Nigel spoke the words the same way he would say, I love you.  

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They stayed like that, hand in hand, for either minutes or hours. Nigel couldn’t tell and he didn’t fucking care either. He would stay there forever until he turned into bones and the building rotted and crumbled around them. 

He would stand in the exact same position until vines and moss grew between his ribs, until he finally turned into dust. He just hoped his soul would meet with Adam’s when he died, the two of them turning into the brightest stars in the sky. 

“Nigel?” Adam mumbled, bringing the older man's hand up to his chest and caressing it with the other. 

Nigel swallowed, staring holes into Adam’s soft, pale hands blending in with his golden brown rough skin. “I have to get ready for bed now, will you come back again tomorrow? After the observatory?” 

Nigel immediately replied, his volume barely over a whisper. “I promise.” 

Adam dropped Nigel’s hand and slowly pulled the older man into a hug. Nigel thankfully didn’t fucking freeze this time, he put his arms around Adam’s smaller frame and breathed in. 

Moving his hand up to caress silky curls, he pressed a little kiss onto the boy’s forehead and shakily breathed out. 

“Goodnight, gorgeous.” Nigel shut his eyes, waiting for Adam’s reply. 

“Goodnight, Nigel,” Adam whispered sweetly, letting his arms drop from Nigel’s torso. He stepped back, smiling at Adam and nodding his head once. 

Nigel walked backward towards the door, trying his best not to fucking trip and fall onto his ass. Grasping the knob and twisting the door open, Nigel chewed on his lip. 

Before he could sulk back into the hallway, Adam repeated, “Goodnight, Nigel.”

 Nigel laughed, his heart was definitely going to grow fucking wings. 

Before stepping out and pulling the door closed, Nigel replied, “Bye, angel.” He leaned his head against the closed door, smiling like a fucking fool. 

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Nigel was startled awake from his dreams about a blue-eyed angel to a loud banging on his door. He groaned loudly, already preparing to punch someone in the face. Who the fuck was pounding on this door like a fucking gorilla at this hour? 

Stomping over to his door and violently swinging it open, he came face to face with a bloody and bruised Darko. 

“Fucking hell!” He yelled, stepping aside to pull Darko in. “You wanna explain what the fuck happened?” Nigel snarled, walking to his kitchen to get a wet rag. 

“A deal went fuckin’ south, Cuban bastards set me up.” Nigel shook his head, harshly rubbing the blood away on Darko’s face. 

“Give me that, dumbass! You’re just fucking spreading it.” Darko fought the rag away from Nigel’s hands, snarling and scowling. 

“If you’re just going to lecture me on how to wipe your ugly fucking face, why the fuck did you come then?” Nigel was about to push Darko when the loud sound of a car screeching to a stop outside the building rang out. 

“You fucking idiot! Did they fucking follow you?” 

Darko ducked away from Nigel’s clenched hands and screamed, “Shot most of them but one ran away! How the fuck was I supposed to know he was stupid enough to follow me here?” 

Moving past Darko, Nigel scrambled to find his gun. “If I die, I’m coming back to fucking haunt you, nenorocitul !” Nigel ran down the stairs two at a time, aiming his gun in the air. He clambered off the steps outside and quickly moved to turn the corner and hide behind the left wall of the building. 

Nigel hadn’t killed anyone in a while, he had moved to California to get away from all that shit. But, being friends with Darko meant all kinds of fuckery would come along with him. His breathing was speeding up and getting louder, and Nigel was trying his hardest to control it so he could stay fucking quiet.

Nigel thought of his sweet Adam, he was not going to die before he at least got one fucking kiss from the boy. His life was finally going uphill, and Nigel just refused to get killed by some lying dickhead. This was Darko’s stupid fucking problem and he was not going to go down because of his friend’s idiocy. 

Nigel poked his head around the wall, keeping an eye out for the dumbass that was ruining his night. He wanted more than anything to go back to sleep and dream about rosy cheeks and cute little frowns. Who the fuck wants to have a fistfight at 5 AM? Definitely not Nigel.

As he was about to move his head back, an arm came around his neck and started squeezing aggressively. Nigel grunted, clawing at the arm cutting off his air. Thinking quickly, he slammed himself and the body behind him into the wall making the arm loosen up. 

“Fuck!” He yelled, swiveling around to face the arm’s owner. The man was muscular and bigger than Nigel, with black beady eyes full of fury. 

Before Nigel could react, the man ran at Nigel with a maniacal scream, crashing into him and dropping them both onto the ground. His stupid fucking gun fell and scattered to the side during their fall, and Nigel quickly pushed the man off of his torso to crawl towards it. 

The bigger man clawed at Nigel’s back, dragging him farther from his gun. Shit, fucking shit. Nigel knew he was getting rusty, but this was on a whole other level. Extending his arm as far as it would go, Nigel’s fingertips grazed his gun before he was violently flipped over like he weighed nothing more than a sack of fucking potatoes.  

“Hijo de perra!” The man was yelling in Nigel’s face so loudly some spit flew onto his fucking skin. Nigel didn’t even do anything, what the fuck was this guy mad at him for? 

Nigel raised his hands to encircle the man’s throat, squeezing as tightly as he could without passing the fuck out. A white, nauseating heat suddenly burst from his left temple and Nigel realized he had gotten punched in the fucking face. 

He felt the macaroni and cheese he ate hours prior rise into his throat and he knew he was fucking screwed. 

Piece of shit gunshot wound made head injury pain hit him like a fucking train, and there was nothing he could do except lie there and take it. His eyes felt like they were rolling in his skull like marbles, and he could’ve fucking sworn he heard his mom’s voice in the distance somewhere. 

Nigel also heard Darko’s voice and he groaned. Trust dumbass Darko to come and make everything worse. The weight on Nigel’s torso suddenly disappeared and he quickly shot up to vomit into the patch of grass he was lying on.

 “Jesus fuck, Nigel! Are you okay?” It felt like Darko was screaming right beside his ear and he snarled, hitting Darko away from wherever he was. 

“Does it look like I’m fucking okay?” 

Nigel felt arms squeezing around his waist and a pulsing pain shot up in his left side. He hissed, grasping onto Darko’s shoulders while he stood up.

 “Where’d the son of a bitch get off to?” Nigel sneered, wincing as he limped with his friend. 

“Got him good in the head, I’ll take care of it.” 

Nigel nodded, he was going to throw up again if he said one more fucking word. He walked with the other man back to his apartment, grunting and groaning. If Nigel didn’t die, then he was going to fucking kill Darko himself.

Darko quickly dropped Nigel onto his bed, complaining about how heavy he was. “This is your fucking fault, idiot!” Nigel shouted, grimacing.

Darko rolled his eyes, throwing a bag of frozen carrots at Nigel’s face. “Whatever, you fat fuck! I just saved your fucking life!” 

Nigel snarled, if he had enough energy he would beat his friend into a red pulp. “You wouldn’t have had to , if you’d gone back to your piece of shit house!” Pressing the veggies onto his bruised temple, Nigel grumbled curses and insults. 

“I don’t have fucking time for this, I need to go.” 

Nigel raised his eyebrows sarcastically, replying, “Well, shit! Who would’ve fucking guessed?”

Darko flipped Nigel off as he left, slamming the door on his way out. Nigel was seeing stars, and not the pretty ones Adam liked. Lying on his left side with the bag of carrots soothing his pain, Nigel quickly fell asleep. 

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Peeling his sleep-crusted eyes open, Nigel woke up with watery carrots and his entire body aching. His bones felt like they were fucking cement and he wouldn’t be surprised if his entire torso morphed into a fucking cinder block.

 Nigel groaned, stretching his muscles and popping his joints. He raised his head to look out the window, finding an afternoon sun lit up the sky. How long had he fucking slept? It didn’t matter, Nigel planned to sleep for at least two weeks straight with how he was feeling. He sighed, pulling the covers over his throbbing head.

Nigel felt his heart drop into the core of the Earth. Fuck. He violently pushed the covers off of his body, pawing for his phone to see what time it was. He spotted it, opening it up to find missed texts from Adam. It was 4:30 PM. 

Fuck, fuck, fucking shit fuck. He had royally fucked up. Did he forget to set his alarm last night after that bullshit fight? This was beyond fucking bad. He had left Adam alone at the observatory all fucking day, waiting for Nigel to get there. 

He fucking promised he’d be there. Nigel was going to throw up again, he was going to throw up all over the floor and go find a cave to crawl into so he could never be seen again. 

Shooting out of his bed despite his body’s protests, he stumbled to his bathroom to quickly shower. He had an hour before going to Adam’s place, an hour to think of something to fucking fix this. 

Adam wouldn’t want flowers or chocolates or any of that bullshit, he wouldn’t fall for Nigel’s tricks or manipulations. Not that Nigel wanted to manipulate Adam, he couldn’t do that without his heart fucking giving out from the guilt. 

Nigel almost dropped his shampoo bottle with how badly his hands were fucking shaking. He couldn’t feel the aching in his muscles anymore, he couldn’t even feel the scalding hot water piercing his skin. His thoughts were running wild, going over every scenario possible about how this could go. 

Nigel wouldn’t be surprised if Adam just told him to fuck off, that was the least he deserved after breaking his promise to the sweet boy. 

After turning the water off and swiftly drying himself, Nigel quickly threw on his dachshund shirt and a pair of random jeans. He didn’t give a fuck about looking handsome, all he cared about was fixing this and earning Adam’s forgiveness. 

Nigel almost pulled the door off its hinges trying to make it to Adam as quickly as possible. He sped down the stairs, muttering intelligible bullshit apologies. What the fuck could he say to make anything better? Maybe just explaining would help? ‘ Adam, I’m sorry I fucking stood you up. I got hit in the head and forgot to turn on my stupid, piece of shit, dickhead alarm!’

Nigel scoffed at himself while starting up his motorcycle. He badly wanted to punch something to get his frustration out but he knew that wouldn’t do shit to help. It would just make his hand fucking hurt and that’d make him even more frustrated. 

Nigel raced through the streets, probably running a dozen red lights. He didn’t fucking care, he’d pay a million dollars worth of fucking tickets if it meant he could see Adam sooner. 

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Nigel practically ran up the stairs on all fours trying to get to Adam’s door. His heart was galloping like a racehorse. He didn’t have a clue on what to fucking do. Nigel would drop onto his knees if he had to, just to make Adam smile again. 

If the sweet boy asked him to be his footstool for a month straight, Nigel would happily fucking oblige if it meant Adam would talk to him. 

Nigel lightly knocked on the door, the softness of the sound betraying his frenzied mood. “Adam, gorgeous?” His voice sounded shaky, his nerves being exposed audibly. 

Nigel heard soft footsteps pad to the door, and the beating organ in his chest was going to claw its way out of Nigel’s fucking throat. 

The door opened to the saddest fucking frown Nigel had ever seen in his life. Adam’s beautiful eyes were brimming with shiny tears and his little cheeks were red from his crying. 

Wiping at his face with his pajama sleeves, Adam said, “You lied.” 

Nigel didn’t think he would ever genuinely want to get shot in the head again, but he was always full of fucking surprises. The most horrible feeling of dread washed over him at the sight of his lovely boy crying because of him . Nigel had done a lot of terrible shit in his life, but this took the fucking cake. 

Nigel was opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of fucking water and that was making the whole situation infinitely worse. 

Adam frowned up at him, his bottom trembling. “Go away, Nigel! You lied and I h-hate liars!” Hiccoughing, Adam began to rock on his feet. 

Nigel wanted to claw at his fucking skin. “Adam, I-” 

Before Nigel could finish Adam loudly shrieked, “I don’t want to talk to you! Go away!” He stepped away from the door, trembling and putting his hands over his ears. 

Nigel was standing glued to the doorway like a fucking imbecile, watching the love of his life cry and shake because of his stupid fucking behavior. This was the lowest point in his life, completely surpassing the Gabi incident. 

“You, y-you promised you’d come and I was all alone the whole d-day!” Adam sobbed harder, tear after tear streaming down his pretty face. 

The sound of Adam coughing with the force of how hard he was crying finally took Nigel out of his fucking stupidity and he quickly stepped inside and closed the door. 

Softly walking up to his sweet angel, he took Adam into his arms and tried to think of something, anything to make this better. 

“Let me go! I hate you, Nigel. I hate you !” Adam slammed his fists into Nigel’s chest trying to push him away. Nigel let it happen, holding onto the boy tightly. 

He deserved the fucking pain it caused, he’d deserve the angry bruises that would form on his skin later on. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Nigel whispered, barely audible above Adam’s crying. Nigel didn’t know what he’d do if Adam really meant those words. The angel was Nigel’s everything, his only light in a sea of fucking darkness. 

Gabi’s heartbreak hit him like no other, but this would for sure kill him. He’d never fucking recover if he couldn’t hear that excited voice Adam did when he talked about things he loved ever again. 

Nigel would slip into fucking limbo, a void of nothingness. He would have no more fulfillment in his miserable life if he couldn’t look at Adam’s big baby blues or watch him mumble the words to his favorite show. 

He had to fucking do something before his heart got ripped out of his chest. Nothing would ever grow back again if he lost Adam. It would shrivel up like a dried flower in his hands, crushed into dust at the lightest touch. 

The boy tired himself out trying to escape Nigel’s arms and resorted to crying into his chest. His sweet little hands clung onto Nigel’s shirt like a lifeline, and that gave him the motivation to stop fucking things up even more than he already had.

Slowly sliding to the floor and bringing Adam with him, he pulled the smaller body onto his lap and began rocking back and forth. He had no fucking clue what to say, he was never good with words in situations like these and Adam wouldn’t understand complicated poetry and metaphors about love. 

He shushed Adam quietly, running his lips across the boy’s forehead and squeezing him tighter in his arms. He was still sobbing loudly, his nose leaking snot into the fabric on Nigel’s body. He didn’t mind. 

Feeling his own eyes sting with the familiar sensation of tears, Nigel resorted to the only thing he could think of. 

Nigel was not a good fucking singer, his voice was too deep to sound remotely good. He didn’t know how to get the right pitch or reach high notes, but he would try anything to get Adam happy again. 

Letting his tears slide down into Adam’s soft hair, he softly started singing the lyrics to a song his mamă used to sing to him back in Romania after he had nightmares and crawled into her bed seeking protection. Sometimes he still found himself remembering her voice singing to him when the nights got too fucking cold and lonely.  

It was the only song he could fucking think of, and it had to do with space which he thought his Adam would like. Nigel sniffled, his voice completely messing up the song . ‘ Pe măsură ce nebuloasele dansează și cometele se întrec, constelațiile șoptesc dedesubt.’  

Nigel nuzzled Adam’s head as he sang, continuing to cradle and rock the boy in his arms. ‘ O simfonie de vise sclipitoare, pe care toți visătorii să le cunoască.’  

His voice broke a little on the last words, and Nigel squeezed Adam tighter, afraid that the angel would fly away and leave him alone again. 

As Nigel sang, Adam’s loud sobs turned into tiny sniffles and whimpers. His trembling grew lighter and he sank deeper into Nigel’s arms, breathing at a more regular pace. Nigel felt the relief wash over him like a drug, thanking God that his singing was fucking working. 

Nigel finished the chorus, lightly rubbing little circles across Adam’s back. He went silent after, his crying not letting him continue. Adam shifted in Nigel’s arms, sniffling. 

They stayed like that for a couple of minutes, rocking on the floor in each other's arms. Nigel was overcome with the most fucking fear he had ever felt. He didn’t know what the fuck was going to happen, what if Adam still didn’t want to see him? 

Adam slowly lifted his head from where it was pressed against Nigel’s chest, gifting him with a big smile. “You’re not very good at singing, Nigel.” 

Nigel blinked, the tension flooding out of his body like a fucking tsunami. 

He slumped, laughing at the honestness of his perfect boy. “There’s your pretty smile, I missed it.” 

Adam giggled, rubbing his nose with his shirt sleeves. He threw his arms around Nigel’s neck, almost climbing the larger man to get closer. Nigel shut his eyes, releasing a shaky breath out of his lungs. 

Tracing little star shapes on Nigel’s back with his fingertips, Adam whispered, “I don’t hate you, Nigel.” He held Adam tighter, smiling and wiping his tears away on his angel’s shoulder. “That’s a relief, gorgeous.” He chuckled, silently thanking every fucking deity known to man that Adam wasn’t angry at him anymore. 

After a few seconds of silence, Adam pulled away and softly put his hands on Nigel’s sharp cheekbones. Nigel gazed into Adam’s beautiful eyes and noticed the distance between them. 

It would take so fucking little, to push his face forwards and claim his angel’s lips. He knew they would feel so soft against his own and they would fit together perfectly. 

Nigel felt Adam’s breath mingle with his own, and he brought his hand up to tuck a silky curl behind the boy’s ear.

 “You’re beautiful , Adam,” Nigel muttered against Adam’s lips. So, so close. Nigel could hear a loud thrumming in his ears, was that Adam’s heart or his own? 

Maybe both, maybe they’ve intertwined with each other so deeply their hearts beat the same fucking rhythm.

 “Nigel,” Adam whispered, those long black lashes fluttering ever so lightly across a landscape of blue. 

Finally closing the distance, Nigel softly pressed his lips against the pair in front of him. Electricity struck his body, sending thrums of energy from his head down to his toes. He felt Adam’s soft lips slide against his own, lightly kissing Nigel back. 

Nigel wished time would fucking stop, so he could freeze and stay in that perfect moment forever. Nothing else mattered except the two of them at that moment. Nothing was better than the glide of their lips and their shared breaths. 

Nigel realized nothing else ever had mattered as much as this fucking did. There wasn’t anything more important he could think of in his concussed, lovesick mind.  

Nigel slid his tongue across Adam’s closed lips, asking for an invitation to explore every fucking crevice in there. His angel obeyed, opening his lips and sliding his tongue against Nigel’s. 

It was softer than silk, and Nigel found out he was right about Adam tasting sweet.

He would trade water, food, air, and everything to survive solely on his sweet boy’s mouth. 

Adam pulled away first, pressing a little kiss on the tip of Nigel’s nose and yawning. Nigel felt his heart rattle his ribs like a fucking bear trapped in a cage at the gesture. Adam put his head on Nigel’s chest again, lightly nuzzling and sighing happily.

“It’s past your bedtime, angel,” Nigel whispered fondly, running a hand through chocolate curls. 

Adam sleepily mumbled, “Uh huh.” Chuckling, Nigel stood up and scooped Adam’s smaller body into a bridal carry. After making a little fussy sound, he put his arms around Nigel’s neck and grinned. 

Nigel easily carried his angel to his bedroom, gently laying him underneath his space bedsheets and tucking him in. After stretching out into the sheets, Adam grabbed Nigel’s wrist before he could walk away. “Stay, Nigel.” 

Nigel shuffled on his feet, nodding. He lifted the left corner of the comforter, crawling in beside Adam and laying rigidly still on his back. 

Nigel felt like a fucking teenager again, thinking about if he should wrap an arm around Adam or stay where he is. Maybe he should try the pretend yawn trick? 

Turning over to face Nigel with a pout, Adam shifted towards him and tenderly laid his head on Nigel’s chest. Nigel bit the inside of his cheek trying not to whimper like a fucking puppy. He was surprised he hadn’t gone into cardiac arrest. 

Adam sat up and grabbed Nigel’s right arm, placing it over his waist like he was a fucking doll. The sweet boy leaned down to kiss Nigel again, smiling against his lips and giggling. Nigel could die right fucking now and he’d die a happy man, breathing his last breaths with Adam’s weight on his own. 

After laying his head back down, his angel asked, “Will you sing again, Nigel?” Gazing down at the lovely boy on his chest, Nigel replied, “Anything, gorgeous.” 

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Feeling the sensation of little kisses being peppered all over his face, Nigel knew he was in fucking paradise . Opening his amber eyes to pale blue, he was met with the most gorgeous smile in the world. Adam was lying on top of him, giggling and pressing his heavenly lips all over Nigel’s cheeks. He landed a couple on Nigel’s eyelids, making him laugh. 

“Let me see you, gorgeous.” Adam moved back and let Nigel open his eyes again to gaze at his angel’s perfect fucking face. 

Nigel raised his hand to Adam’s cheek, lightly caressing his soft skin. Before he could lean in and meet the lips he’d spent the entire fucking night dreaming about, Adam pressed his hand over Nigel’s mouth. 

After smiling and pressing a kiss onto his own hand, Adam exclaimed, “You have to brush your teeth, Nigel!” He wanted badly to keep kissing his boy, but if Adam had told him to wash his mouth with fucking drain cleaner he would still get up and do it. 

Nigel nipped at Adam’s hand, making a surprised yelp sound out. The sweet boy quickly rolled off Nigel and raced out the door, away from Nigel’s sharp teeth. Stretching his muscles, Nigel hopped off the bed and padded to the adjoining bathroom. 

As Nigel looked at himself in the mirror, he noticed his hair was incredibly sleep rumpled and his eyes were still puffy from all his fucking crying. 

In other words, he looked like seven shades of shit. After spraying his face with freezing sink water, Nigel found a white toothbrush in a little galaxy cup beside another one that was shaped like a rocket. 

He smiled at the sight, letting himself daydream about a future where this could be something he does every day. Waking up to little kisses, Adam’s gorgeous fucking smile, and being forced to brush his teeth by his fussy angel. 

After brushing and making his hair less of a mess, Nigel went out to hunt down his lovely boy. He found Adam standing in his kitchen, making two little bowls of cereal. 

Sneaking towards the angel, he quickly wrapped his arms around the smaller body and lifted his toes off the floor into a big hug. He planted pecks on laughing cheeks and asked, “Can I kiss you now, darling?” 

Adam nodded, biting his lip and tilting his face towards Nigel’s. Opening his lips to finally claim his love’s mouth, he was instead met with a big fucking spoon full of cereal and milk. 

Nigel released Adam from his tight hold, pouting. “ Stp teasinmg me. ” His voice was skewed because of the amount of fucking cereal he was chewing on, but it got the message across. 

As soon as he fucking swallowed, Nigel silenced Adam’s giggles with a long-awaited kiss. He eagerly glided his tongue into Adam’s mouth, mixing flavors of mint and cereal together. 

They kissed until their breath ran out, their lips swollen and red like fucking strawberries. Adam pushed Nigel’s chest, trying to escape his determined mouth. 

“Nigel, Nigel!” Adam exclaimed, moving his head so Nigel’s lips landed on his cheeks instead. 

“Yes, gorgeous?” Nigel replied, completely blissed the fuck out. His entire body was tingling, the feeling similar to how it felt when his limbs fell asleep. 

The sheer amount of love he had for Adam was almost too much to handle, it was going to start forming fucking cracks in his skin and peak out with a bright light. 

“The observatory, ah! The observatory isn’t open today.” Nigel had moved his kisses down to Adam’s neck, nipping and suckling like the angel’s skin was his only source of fucking nutrients. 

The taste was the most delicious thing that had ever landed on Nigel’s tongue. Sure, maybe that made him sound like Hannibal fucking Lecter but it didn’t make it any less true. 

“That’s good, love,” Nigel muttered, his body moving on autopilot kissing every inch of bare skin available. “Mhmm, we ca-, we can have sex now!” 

 Nigel froze, his lips stuck in a rigid pucker and his fists grasping Adam’s sweater. It was like he went into fucking rigor mortis. 

This had to be early onset fucking dementia, or that punch was worse than he thought and he was hallucinating. There was no other explanation, there was no fucking way he just heard those words. 

Adam made a fussy sound at Nigel’s sudden transition into a fucking ice sculpture and he unclawed his hand from where it was fisting fabric. “Come, Nigel.” 

His angel led him into the bedroom and Nigel was walking like the fucking iron giant. He probably hadn’t blinked in about 6 minutes. 

Was this fucking real? Oh fuck, oh shit. This was going to happen, the moment he’s been dreaming about ever since he saw those Milky Way eyes for the first time was going to happen. Right the fuck now.

Adam maneuvered Nigel’s body on the bed, propping his back up on the headboard so he was half sitting. He quickly got on top of Nigel’s thighs, straddling him. Nigel’s dick was going to fucking explode with how fast it filled up at the feeling of delicate fingers undoing the buttons on his shirt. 

Adam curled his fingers in Nigel’s silvery chest hair, running his hands up and down his toned muscles. The sensation was almost too much for Nigel to fucking bear, and he was sure he was going to pass out at any second. Moving his hands up to his own shirt, Adam began to slowly flick the buttons open. 

An expanse of flawless, smooth, and creamy skin was revealed as Adam neatly folded the shirt and put it aside. All Nigel could say at the sight was, “Adam.”  

The boy was fucking radiant, almost glowing with pure beauty. His chocolate hair was speckled with strands of caramel in the light of the sun, the frizz of his curls making it look like a golden halo surrounded his head. 

Adam’s normally blue eyes were filled with swirls of green and gold like the fucking Crab Nebula was hidden inside them. His skin was peppered with tiny brown beauty marks, and Nigel wanted to trace his fingers across each one and name them like constellations. 

Nigel could only gaze, silent and worshipful. He would drop to his knees in prayer if he could. He’s never been met with a sight so fucking perfect in his entire life. 

Adam leaned down, capturing Nigel’s lips in a kiss once more, and slowly glided his hips against the older man’s, rubbing their clothed arousal together. Nigel tried his hardest to not come on the spot like a fucking teenager. 

“Adam, holy fuc - God, I’m,” Adam softly shushed him, rubbing his delicate hands all over Nigel’s bare skin. “I want to taste you, Nigel.” He slowly slid down Nigel’s body, dipping his fingers into the waistband of his jeans. 

Those fucking words, so simple yet so fucking arousing coming out of his angel’s mouth. Nigel had to focus on his breathing so his balls wouldn’t fucking explode. 

He badly wanted to shut his eyes but that would mean losing sight of his lovely boy pulling his pants off his legs. 

After putting Nigel’s jeans aside, Adam leaned down and mouthed Nigel’s cock outside of the fabric of his boxers, sliding his tongue across the wet spot forming. Nigel’s never been so hard in his entire fucking life. 

Sighing contentedly, Adam reached inside Nigel’s boxers to grasp his cock and pull it out. Nigel slammed a hand over his mouth, trying his fucking hardest not to wail like a wild fucking animal. The sight of the boy’s pale hand around the base of Nigel’s cock was the sexiest shit he had ever seen. 

Raising his head up to meet the top of the tall length, Adam softly put his mouth around the engorged pink tip. He suckled sweetly, running his tongue along the slit. 

Nigel gave up his half-hearted attempt at controlling himself and groaned loudly, plopping a hand into chocolate curls. “ Fuck , my beautiful d-darling.” 

Nigel was breathing raggedly, unblinkingly watching Adam lick his cock like a fucking ice cream cone. The act was, as Adam said, to taste and not necessarily to pleasure Nigel but it was fucking pleasuring him nonetheless. 

Big blue sparkling orbs shot up to meet Nigel’s deep gaze and he almost came from the sight alone. “Come here, gorgeous.” 

Nigel leaned forward, pulling Adam up from his armpits and trapping him in a deep, wet kiss. He easily flipped them over, expertly pulling Adam’s pants and boxers off in one swift motion. Nigel looked down and almost fucking fainted looking at Adam’s perfect cock spring up from the tight grasp of his underwear. 

Adam whined, grasping Nigel anywhere he could and bucking his hips up trying to relieve himself against Nigel’s thigh. Adam was going to fucking kill Nigel if he kept this up. 

Nigel towered over Adam, bending his head down to kiss every inch of the squirming body beneath him. After sticking two fingers in Adam’s sweet mouth for him to moisten up, Nigel shifted to give his attention to his angel’s frustrated cock. 

He licked a wet stripe up the length, pawing at Adam’s perfectly fucking pert ass. Adam whimpered and moaned, not trying to be quiet in the slightest. The sound was traveling like an angel’s choir into Nigel’s ears and straight down to his already rock-hard dick. 

Sinking his mouth down the entirety of Adam’s hardness, Nigel began to rub light circles around the rim of Adam’s rose-pink hole. “

Nigel, Nigel! I like that, ah, I like it a-a lot.” Adam writhed, pulling and tugging at Nigel’s hair. 

The sound of his fucking name being moaned by his sweet boy’s voice made Nigel want to start humping his leg like a bitch in heat. 

A river of precome floated down Nigel’s tastebuds into his throat, the taste making his eyes roll back. He would get drunk on that every fucking night if he could. 

As Nigel distracted Adam with an especially hard suck, he slipped his index finger into his hole smoothly. The feeling made his angel’s chest rise and fall with a shudder, and Nigel quickly released Adam’s cock with a loud pop to rise up and kiss his darling. 

“ Băiatul meu frumos , my beautiful boy, you’re doing so good.” Nigel cooed against Adam’s ear, lightly nipping at the top of his earlobe. 

The pretty boy kneaded Nigel’s strong shoulders like a fucking kitten, sweetly whispering, “More, Nigel. Please. ” 

With a loud groan, Nigel slipped another finger in carefully and curved them to meet the tiny bud inside. 

“Oh! N-Nigel, plea-, ah,” Adam yelped, digging his hands into Nigel’s shoulders painfully hard. 

Adam’s tight heat was like fucking inferno and Nigel had to fight off an orgasm at the thought of his cock replacing his fingers. 

Nigel kept scissoring his boy open, quieting his loud moans with sloppy kisses and whispers of praise in both Romanian and English. Shifting downwards once more, Nigel spit where his fingers met the entrance of Adam’s hole and went forwards to include his tongue in the fucking party. 

Adam practically screamed, his entire body shivering from head to toe. The noises Nigel was making as he ate his angel out were fucking obscene but he couldn’t find the energy to care in the crazed, lust-fueled trance he was in. 

Nigel blindly slid his left hand across the bed, fishing for his jeans. Finally grasping them, he quickly pulled a condom out of a pocket while kissing the sides of Adam’s pale thighs. Adam was still squirming and mewling, constantly yelling out a series of pleases and mores.

Savagely tearing off the wrapper of the condom with his teeth, Nigel quickly began rolling it onto his swollen cock slowly and carefully so he didn’t fucking come before he could slip inside his angel’s body.

Making a fussy sound, Adam grabbed at Nigel’s hair again and said, “ Now , Nigel.” After snapping his head up to meet a hungry pout, Nigel laughed at his boy’s impatience. 

Letting a big drop of his spit dribble onto his cock, Nigel swiftly stroked himself to spread the wetness onto the entire length. 

Nigel’s heart was going to give out any fucking minute, and he took a few calming breaths as he lined up his cock with Adam’s stretched hole. 

Nigel gazed up at Adam to look for any signs of distress, only to be met with red cheeks and blown pupils with a sliver of blue peaking out from the eclipse. 

Slowly starting to slide in, Nigel bit his lip harshly to keep his focus on the task and not completely lose himself in his feelings of fucking desire. 

He was going a slow, smooth pace sinking in centimeter by centimeter until his impatient angel wrapped his legs around Nigel’s waist and squeezed, forcing him to bottom out. 

“Fuck! Holy fucking shit, oh my-, ingerasul meu,” Adam’s tight, perfect heat surrounding Nigel’s cock was too fucking good and his arms gave out. He fell on top of his sweet boy, making Adam’s moans turn into an ‘oomph.’ Nigel was about to pass the fuck out because of how hard he was. 

“You’re c-crushing me, Nigel!” Adam swatted at Nigel’s back, trying to move his heavy body out of the way. Forcing himself to lean up again with arms shaking like fucking jello, he gazed down at Adam with a goofy smile. “Sorry, gorgeous.” 

His angel giggled, sitting up to plant a kiss on Nigel’s nose bridge. “Move, please.” 

Nodding with a shaky breath, Nigel started moving at a steady pace, sliding in and out of Adam. His cock was big enough not to have to tilt his hips to graze Adam’s prostate and the sweet boy moaned with every forward glide. 

Nigel gazed into Adam’s pretty blues as he moved, committing every fucking pleasure-filled expression to memory. If Nigel went blind he wouldn’t fucking care if this was the last thing he saw. The sight of Adam’s rosy cheeks, his head thrown back and his curls puffy from rubbing on the sheets. It was the most gorgeous thing that Nigel was ever gifted the honor of seeing. 

This wasn’t just sex like Nigel was so used to. This was making love . A mingling of souls. Nigel was surprised there was a whole entire fucking planet outside of the little window beside them. 

This was the profoundest moment in the whole of Nigel’s messy fucking life, how could everyone not know? How could the people outside not feel the force of love radiating out from Nigel’s body? Every single touch of Adam’s soft hands felt like stardust on his skin. 

Nigel realized he wouldn’t change anything that happened in his life now that he knew it all led to his angel. Gabi, Charlie Countryman, getting shot in the fucking head, painful recoveries, he wouldn’t change one single fucking thing. 

He could feel tears sliding down his cheeks as he moved with Adam. Jesus fucking Christ , since when did he turn into such a crybaby? But he couldn’t control it, his lovely boy made the bad man from Romania a gentle, caring person who liked space and did fucking volunteer work instead of inflicting violence and terror. 

Lifting Adam’s shoulders and sliding his arms under him, Nigel held the boy closer and started moving faster. It wasn’t because he wanted to get it over with or because he was tired of fighting off his release, Nigel just couldn’t fucking temper the emotions the act was making him feel. 

After sliding a hand down to grasp Adam’s cock, he began stroking with the same rhythm his hips were moving. It didn’t take much before the both of them came with a loud cry, trembling with the force of their shared orgasms. 

Nigel felt white hot pulses travel up his body and stars exploded behind his eyelids. He could see nebulas the same shade as Adam’s eyes, bright shining stars, and hot orange meteors flying in every direction. A Cosmo made entirely of pure adoration for his very own universe lying beneath him. 

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After Nigel came back to himself, Adam and him tenderly cuddled and kissed with a gentleness he almost fucking melted from. They lay side by side, petting each other's hair and gazing into one another’s eyes, Jupiter meeting Neptune. 

“I liked that very much. Can we do it again, Nigel?” Adam nuzzled his nose against Nigel’s, sighing out a sleepy breath. 

A smile slowly crept across Nigel’s face as he replied, “I don’t think I can walk, gorgeous.” Adam pouted, making Nigel laugh lightly. K

issing the jut of Adam’s plush lower lip, Nigel replied, “Later, angel. I promise.” 

Adam nodded, sliding out from the bed and walking towards the bathroom. Nigel felt himself fucking drool at the sight of Adam’s perfect ass. Frowning, Nigel realized Adam wasn’t in the bed cuddling with him anymore. “Where are you off to, gorgeous?” 

Adam peaked around the bathroom door, huffing a frustrated sigh at the older man. “I have to shower again, Nigel.” 

Nigel scrambled out of the bed, almost fucking falling because of how wobbly his legs felt. “Thank you for the invitation, darling.” He grumbled, padding up to Adam’s naked form. 

The angel frowned, looking at Nigel with a confused expression. “I didn’t invite you, Nigel. But you can come if you want.” Adam walked towards the shower, turned it on, and stepped inside. Nigel loved that puzzled frown more than anything on the fucking planet. 

Smiling, Nigel stepped in behind Adam and wrapped his arms around the smaller body. The boy grabbed a bottle of shampoo and Nigel hovered his hand over Adam’s before he could squeeze it onto his own palm. After rubbing his hands together, Nigel put the soapy suds into Adam’s curls and started massaging his head softly. 

The sweet boy sighed happily, letting his head fall back onto Nigel’s broad shoulder. Nigel rubbed Adam’s sweet head until his hair was a big puff of bubbles and he bit his lip trying not to fucking laugh. 

Finally schooling his expression, he turned his angel around and tilted his head under the water, placing a big palm on his forehead to stop the soap from leaking into his eyes. Adam yawned widely, mumbling incoherent things and moving his head back onto Nigel’s shoulder. 

Nigel gently rubbed Adam with the body soap, taking time to worship every bit of skin. His cock was filling again at the sight of Adam’s body, but he didn’t want to do anything about it. Adam deserved care and reverence, not a quick fuck in the shower. 

Nigel felt protective over his angel, he wanted to store him away from the rest of the world, keep him from unworthy fucking people. He hummed and sang songs while washing Adam, keeping his sleepy frame upright with one arm. Adam’s trust and dependence on Nigel was the best thing he could ever ask for. Nigel felt like his soul was finally complete after wandering the Earth alone for so long. 

After turning off the water, Nigel scooped Adam up and sat him on the sink counter. He tenderly rubbed his skin with a soft towel, drying him and getting him ready to get into bed again. 

Adam slumped forward, pressing his forehead against Nigel’s and nuzzling lightly. He sighed, moving a hand up to run through Nigel’s silvery hair. “Nigel?” Adam sighed sleepily, toying with his hair and wrapping strands around his fingers. 

“Yes, angel?” Nigel swallowed, trying not to burst into fucking tears again at how gentle Adam was being. 

His angel was such a sweet, pure-hearted boy and he was unused to such tenderness from another person. His relationships had always been violently fucking passionate and obsessive, but his dynamic with Adam was light and airy. He’s a planet orbiting a bright beautiful sun that gives him sustenance, a beautiful force that breathes life into Nigel’s heart. 

Adam tilted his head at Nigel, a slow gorgeous smile spreading on his face. “I love you.” A sharp pang of devotion unfurled in Nigel’s chest. He quickly wrapped his arms around his angel, squeezing his bare frame tightly, never fucking wanting to let go. 

His eyes filled with tears as he embraced Adam, his entire body vibrating with emotion. “I love you, Adam. Te iubesc. Te iubesc atat de mult.” 

Adam put his arms around Nigel’s neck, moving his head back to kiss Nigel’s tear stained cheeks. “I love you, I love you, I love you , Adam. Te voi iubi mereu . ” Nigel breathed the words on Adam’s skin between kisses, comets forming inside his heart with each one. 

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After a day of pure bliss, Nigel found himself back at his decrepit fucking apartment building that has no Adam in it anywhere. If he could, he’d glue himself to the angel and never part with him for a second. But, his sweet boy probably wouldn’t like that. 

So, he sulked up to his place and had plans to lay on the couch like a washed-up fucking whale until he could see Adam again. That was what he had wanted to do until he opened the door to find a very unimpressed-looking Darko on his couch instead. 

The fuck did he want now? If he brought another raging Cuban man to beat him up, Nigel was going to smash his friend’s head into the fucking wall. Nigel walked past Darko, acting like he couldn’t see him. He was not in the mood to hear Darko’s irritating fucking voice.

“You gonna tell me where the fuck you were?” Nigel rolled his eyes, rummaging through his fridge to find a beer to prepare for this fucking conversation. 

“Okay, I’ll guess. You were with your new boy toy, am I right?” 

Snarling at the words ‘boy toy’ , Nigel responded. “Are you fucking stalking me?” 

Clearly not giving a fuck about Nigel's anger, Darko scoffed. “You’re avoiding the fucking question!” 

Nigel slammed the fridge door closed, prancing up to Darko with no beer in his hand. “I’m not avoiding it, I’m just not fucking answering!” 

Darko suddenly stood up, moving to push at Nigel’s chest. “That’s the same thing, you fucking idiot!” 

Nigel was already clenching his fists, getting more angry by the fucking second. He had just come from the best day of his life to be scolded by Darko, who apparently thought he was Nigel’s fucking babysitter. 

“Asshole, tell me his name.” Darko crossed his arms over his chest, giving Nigel the death stare of a lifetime. 

“First name Fuck, last name Off,” Nigel replied, smirking. 

This apparently, was the wrong thing to fucking say. Darko’s face fell, and he did that look he does when he’s about to stick a knife in someone’s throat. 

“I fucking help you after Gabi, I move to fucking California with you, I pay for your fucking apartment and you won’t tell me about your boyfriend? Is that right?” 

Nigel felt a twinge of guilt at the words, but he was too fucking stubborn to back out now. “Maybe I don’t want to hear you call me a fucking cocksucker for the rest of my life!” 

Darko sighed, rubbing his hand over his face. “You really think I’m gonna give a shit if you like cock or pussy, after everything? I just care that you’re fucking happy, Nigel. This is the best I’ve seen you look in months. I want to know who took the job of caring about you away from my fucking shoulders so I can thank him myself.” 

Nigel had no fucking clue how to reply to that. He knew his friend was right, even if his ego couldn’t let him admit it. Grumbling, Nigel ducked his head and shuffled on his feet like a fucking kid after being yelled at for sticking a hand in the cookie jar. 

Adam.” It wasn’t an apology, but the sentiment was there. 

Darko nodded, clapping a hand onto Nigel’s shoulder so hard he stumbled a bit. “Wasn’t so fucking hard, was it?” 

Nigel sneered, “Don’t test your luck, idiotule.” 

Nigel and Darko stood, shuffling on their feet and nodding like they were a couple of fucking dashboard bobbleheads. Nigel was considering telling Darko everything about Adam, how perfect he was, how smart he was, how pretty he was, how sweet he was, but he was afraid once he started he would never stop. 

Nigel was thankfully saved from going on a never-ending fucking speech about how in love he was by a soft knock at the door. Before he could go, Darko launched towards the door and opened it to greet their unexpected guest. 

“Speak of the fucking devil!” Darko chuckled, moving aside to reveal Adam standing in the doorway. 

The sweet boy looked perfect and neat as ever, wearing a blue sweater over a white button-up and his cute jeans. If Darko wasn’t there, Nigel would have already pounced. 

His Adam frowned, looking confused. “I’m not the devil, I’m Adam.” As Darko raised an eyebrow, Adam looked over his shoulder to look for his boyfriend. 

“Nigel!” He quickly swerved around the man at the doorway, padding over to Nigel and gifting him with the best fucking hug in the world. 

“Hello, gorgeous.” Smiling and kissing his lovely boy, Nigel forgot all about his friend. Adam's curls were perfectly laid on his head, and Nigel desperately wished he could fucking lay him down and rough them up again. 

Adam pulled his face away and hugged Nigel tightly, sighing happily. “I went people-watching after you left, but I missed you.” 

People watching , one of many lovely quirks his boy had. Nigel hoped he would get invited to people-watch one day, but Adam would probably scold him for fucking insulting people and rating them on a scale of ten. 

“Am I fucking chopped liver?” Darko’s loud voice rang throughout the room, and Nigel lifted his head off of his angel’s shoulder with a glare. 

Before he could reply and tell Darko he’d be cooked fucking liver soon, Adam turned away from Nigel. “You’re not a liver, you’re a male with a liver. Humans can’t be livers.” 

Darko obviously thought Adam was being sarcastic with him and Nigel knew Darko hated that with a fucking passion. “Okay, smartass, how about you-” 

Before Darko could finish his bullshit sentence, Nigel quickly walked forward and grabbed his arm. He dragged him into the bedroom with a ‘be right back, darling’ barely audible over his friend’s cursing. 

Nigel shut the door, turning to Darko with a look so fucking scary it would make anyone piss themselves. Everyone except dumbass Darko, of course. “You say one more fucking word and your neck gets snapped.” 

Darko raised his brows so high they almost disappeared into his hairline. “Is he just fucking slow or is he a robot?” 

Nigel felt his eye fucking twitch. “The fuck did I just say? He’s fucking smarter than you’ll ever be.” He jammed a pointed finger into Darko’s chest, making him step back a bit. “He has Aspergers, you dumb piece of shit.” 

Adam had never told Nigel this outright, but he mentioned things about it enough times for Nigel to draw the conclusion. Of course, he’d done extensive fucking research to learn more about his angel in the late hours of the night. 

He knew Adam was strong, and he could easily defend himself. He’d probably dealt with people worse than Darko but Nigel couldn’t control himself at the sound of his boy being called slow and a robot. 

Darko was already walking on the thinnest fucking ice known to man and Nigel was insanely close to making good on his promise about snapping his neck.

 Instead of replying with any more bullshit, he simply shrugged at Nigel’s furious face. “Alright, could’ve just fucking said.” 

With that, he opened the door and walked out of the room, leaving Nigel frozen with his pointed finger stuck in the air. 

Okay , al-fucking-right, maybe he had overreacted. But he’d rather eat hot coal than ever tell Darko. Following Darko’s trail, he walked back into the living room to find his friend listening to his angel talk about his favorite subject. 

“The sun contains 99.84 percent of the solar system's mass. The total of all the planets, moons, comets, asteroids, and so forth is just 0.16 percent. Jupiter makes up around two-thirds of that 0.16 percent, with the majority of the remainder coming from Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune. Just under 0.01 percent of the solar system's mass is made up of the four core planets, all of the moons, dwarf planets, and everything else.” Adam talked with a gorgeous big smile, lightly bouncing up and down on the couch with excitement. 

Darko looked fucking perplexed, his eyes going wider with every word Adam spoke. After Adam finished, all he said was, “ What?” 

Nigel burst out laughing, clutching his stomach and bending forward. 

“You’re a worse listener than Nigel, Darko! Pay attention.” His boy huffed a frustrated breath, repeating every single word like it would help Darko understand a single fucking thing. Nigel couldn’t breathe, this was the most priceless thing he’d ever seen.  

“You ever learn English, Darko?” Nigel smirked, feeling smug that he understood what Adam was saying. 

Adam looked up at Nigel, his baby blues shining with an olive green he’d never seen before. “Don’t make fun of Darko, Nigel. Sometimes, it’s like you’re deaf.” 

Nigel immediately stopped his laughing, staring at Adam with his jaw practically dragging across the fucking floor. Sure, sometimes he didn’t understand a couple of words but he wasn’t fucking deaf . 

Adam broke out into a giggling fit at Nigel’s expression, smiling with amused pink cheeks. He picked his fucking jaw off the floor, realizing what that mischievous green in his boy’s eyes was. 

“Did you just make a joke, Adam?” Nigel quickly moved towards his angel, scooping him up and spinning him around the room with a loud chuckle. 

“I can joke, Nigel!” Adam exclaimed, kicking his feet at Nigel’s legs. Darko was laughing his ass off now, writhing around the couch at Nigel being made fun of. 

“Who’s the one w-who, who can’t speak English now?” He said, howling between each word. 

After setting Adam back down onto the couch gently and carefully, he prepared to jump on top of Darko and stuff his face into the couch so he really couldn’t breathe. 

Suddenly, Adam shyly said, “Don’t be a smartass, Darko!” 

A pause of silence filled the air like someone pressed fucking pause on them. Nigel was frozen on top of Darko, a chunk of his hair grasped in his fists. The room quickly filled with laughter, all of them laughing and giggling together like schoolboys.

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After Darko had left, Adam and Nigel happily spent time with one another. Nigel had bought boxes of macaroni and cheese after their first date, storing them in his house in case his angel ever came over. 

Adam was curled on Nigel’s couch, watching a space documentary on the TV and mumbling along to the words. Nigel smiled at the sight, adoringly gazing at his perfect boy. He fell more in love with the angel every fucking day and he wouldn’t ever be stopping. 

After plating their noodles, Nigel set their food down on the table and grabbed his laptop so his angel could watch his show. Adam walked to Nigel with a bright smile, kissing him on the cheek. Nigel was getting better at not acting like a fucking fool around Adam, but he still couldn’t control the blush that crept onto his face every time his boy was near. 

They ate in silence, Adam watching his show and Nigel gazing at him the whole time, like usual. Nigel wouldn’t ever get tired of looking at the perfect angel. He’d never get bored of looking at his cute nose, his petal-soft lips, those irresistible rosy cheeks, the list goes on and fucking on. His sweet boy was a work of art, one of a kind. 

As soon as the show ended, Adam suddenly turned to look at Nigel, at a specific spot that had him feeling queasy. He could just be looking at his hair, or any fucking place on his head that wasn’t his scar. 

Nigel felt a prickle of sweat run down the back of his neck. Had he styled his hair properly? Had it fallen out of place during his stupid wrestling with Darko? 

Nigel, for the first time, dropped Adam’s gaze first. He silently prayed that it wasn’t time to have the conversation. The fucking conversation about how he’d ended up in California, about why he had a weird-looking shape on his forehead. 

He wanted desperately to turn his head away from Adam but he couldn’t, the boy was like a fucking magnet and Nigel was an old piece of metal. A rusted, scarred piece of fucking scrap metal that was growing more terrified by the minute. 

Nigel flinched at the feeling of a delicate finger running along his forehead, circling his scar with a gentle touch. He wasn’t fucking ready, he didn’t want to tell Adam about what had happened with Gabi. He didn’t even want to fucking think about it anymore. 

“Nigel?” Adam whispered, continuing to caress Nigel’s scarred flesh. Before the angel could even ask, Nigel answered. “Gunshot wound.” 

The finger quickly shot back to its owner, making Nigel’s heart drop into his fucking stomach. He risked looking up at his Adam, finding wide eyes and lips parted in a shocked expression. 

“I-, before you, I was married. I, uh, loved her.” Nigel shrugged, feeling his eyes sting. Not because he was talking about Gabi, but because he was fucking dreading the next part. 

Adam had still not said anything, his usually talkative boy scaring the fuck out of Nigel with his silence. 

“She played the cello, beautifully. I remember nights I would just listen to her play with my eyes closed, shutting myself out from the bullshit going on outside.” Nigel winced at his words, he was fucking stalling but he was making himself sound like he was missing Gabi. 

The truth was, he hadn’t missed her since he met his beautiful Adam, and hadn’t really thought about her either. 

Taking a deep breath, he continued, whispering the words. “I, um, I was a bad man, Adam. She stopped fucking loving me and I got jealous, I lost my fucking mind trying to make her love me again. I did a lot of horrible things, a-a lot. Please, p-please don’t make me tell you the details, gorgeous, please.”

He pleaded with Adam, shaking his head at the sound of his voice breaking. His angel grabbed Nigel’s hand so fucking softly, running his thumb along the veins peaking out of his skin. 

“You’re not a bad man, Nigel.” The boy shook his head softly, gazing down at Nigel’s hand in his own with a thoughtful expression on his pretty face.

“I don’t understand things that other people do, I can’t understand jokes or sarcasm. Even though you always say I don’t, I do talk too much when I get excited. I have to follow certain routines or I get overwhelmed, people say I talk like a robot sometimes.” 

Adam shrugged, still gazing at Nigel’s hand and studying it with the same interest he has in his eyes when he reads his books about space. “I can’t read social cues very well, but I can tell when people are annoyed or upset at me. I get called weird.” 

Eyes widening at the last statement, Nigel felt a hot fucking anger fill up his bleeding heart. Still, he remained silent, letting his sweet boy finish.

“When I met you, you never asked about any of the things I did. You never get upset, you’re always listening to me talk and asking me questions about the things I like. You do stuff with me, even though it’s probably not the stuff you usually like doing when you’re alone. 

You’re gentle with me, you know how to help when I’m overwhelmed. You sing to me even though it makes your cheeks red, you’re always patient and nice. I smile approximately 80 to 100 times a day because of you. You tell me you love me.” 

Adam looked up from Nigel’s hand, his blue eyes swirling with stars and comets. “You’re the most wonderful person I’ve ever met, Nigel. Gabi stopped loving you, but I never, ever will.” 

Nigel was at a loss for fucking words, like he frequently was when it came to his Adam. He was so fucking terrified of his past making Adam recoil and run away. 

Even though he knew meeting his angel had changed him, he’d never thought he would consider himself a good person . How could the things he committed ever let him identify as that? But, everything Adam said was true. Nigel would go to fucking hell and back if the boy asked him to. He’d do anything for him, anything at all. 

Nigel didn’t consider himself good for doing all those things, though. It was just what his Adam deserved. The perfect boy deserved the entire fucking world laid out at his fingertips, even though he’d say that’s impossible. It was common sense to Nigel, to treat Adam like a prince. 

The thing that made Nigel consider himself good , was the gentleness inside his heart. What used to be raging, savage fucking beasts festering inside his chest cavity had turned into soft, cuddly little things that made Nigel feel like he was floating in celestial places. He had no real urge to kill, to maim, to destroy. All he felt was pure love and happiness.

With wide eyes, Nigel leaned in to press his lips to Adam’s. He kissed softly, moving his lips to the corners of Adam’s mouth, his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, everywhere he could fucking reach. “ Te iubesc, dragostea mea. I’ll never let you go.” 

Adam kissed back, peppering little kisses all over Nigel’s face too. “Next time you come over to my apartment, you can stay forever.” 

Nigel’s heart skipped a beat, a leap so big it would be millions of fucking feet. This was it, this was pure fucking heaven . “I can live with you?” He muttered the words, his body feeling like a burning meteor.

“Mhmm.” Adam nodded, nuzzling Nigel’s neck from where he sat in his chair. He lightly kissed the older man’s neck, sending shivers of euphoria up his spine. 

“Forever?” Nigel whispered, running his hand through thick chocolate curls. If this was a dream and he woke up from it, Nigel would be fucking pissed. 

Adam was too good to be true, a fallen star sent here to gently bandage the cuts and scrapes on his heart. 

Adam sighed, half asleep in the tight confines of the strong arms around him. He leaned up, kissing Nigel’s parted lips once. “Yes, Nigel. Forever.” 

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2 days later

A couple of months ago, if someone asked Nigel what paradise is he’d probably tell them that it’s a holy place filled with beings that have white wings and a blinding white light everywhere. He was never a religious man, but he’d held the hope that after he died he would be able to see his mamă again. 

Maybe he'd return as a more youthful form of himself, one that didn't have the foggiest idea how fucking hard things could get yet. Nigel hoped when his heart finally stopped he'd fail to remember all the bullshit that happened to him so he’d finally be free from it. 

He also had a small fear in the back of his head that bad men like him didn’t get to go to heaven. Maybe after what he did, he’d be doomed to spend eternity in hell with the memories of what he had committed fucking playing on repeat right in front of his eyes. 

Now, if you asked Nigel what paradise is, he’d say one word. One name, actually. The name of the angel who was sent down from the stars to come and guide him into a better path. His pretty boy with eyes like the Blue Ring Nebula. 

The boy who loved everything to do with space, who was picky and fussy and irresistibly fucking beautiful in every way. Adam . 

After meeting his angel, Nigel’s fear about not making it to heaven flew out of his body and made room for peace. He didn’t have to worry about making it to heaven, because he was already there. 

Waking up to his beautiful boy every day, being included in his little routines, and falling asleep with him was all he could ever ask for. He knew he was lucky, maybe the luckiest person in the fucking world. 

Nigel had immediately gone to gather his shit from his apartment, packing it all into a large suitcase, and brought it over to Adam’s. Now, the place was theirs . All his button-ups with silly patterns were now beside his boy’s neat, simple sweaters in the closet. 

The contrast made them both laugh, and Nigel quickly smothered Adam in kisses. He was overwhelmed with the sight, love endlessly flowing out of his heart. 

They stood in the closet doorway, their kisses becoming more frenzied and passionate. Nigel swiftly pulled Adam’s shirt off, caressing his smooth skin. He moved his lips downwards, kissing little beauty marks and freckles. Adam’s skin tasted like the fucking sun, warm and comforting and necessary.   

Nigel dropped to his knees, undoing his angel’s belt as quickly as possible while also being gentle. He wasn’t gentle with his boy because he thought Adam was delicate. A lot of the time, Adam was stronger than him. 

Nigel could be a coward, especially when it came to his fucking feelings. Adam was always honest, he spoke truthfully and without fear. He always voiced the thoughts in his beautiful mind, even to scary men like Nigel and Darko.

Nigel looked up to the angel, he admired him. He was everything Nigel wished he was. Insanely fucking smart, beautiful, kind, lovely, strong and organized. Adam, Nigel’s celestial deity. 

Taking Adam into his mouth, Nigel spent time making sure his sweet boy felt pleasure with every movement. He ignored his own arousal in his pants, only wanting to make Adam feel good. It was slow, careful, and sensual. 

He listened to Adam’s whines and moans like it was his favorite fucking song, and in a way, it was. He gladly welcomed the pain of fingers tugging his hair in every direction. 

Adam came with a whimper, bucking into Nigel’s throat wildly. He swallowed every drop of his angel’s release, drinking it like it was his only fucking source of nutrients. After tenderly cleaning Adam with a warm towel, he quickly went to the washroom to brush his teeth so he could kiss his fussy boy dizzy. 

Nigel’s heart felt like a shooting star at the thought of living with Adam for the rest of his days, growing old and grey. His love would never fade or die out like it did in most fucking marriages, it would get bigger. His love would grow and grow until it was too big for the earth to hold. It would swallow everything whole, leaving nothing but him and Adam together. 

After spitting toothpaste into the sink, he ran outside to find his Adam and follow through on his plans. He grabbed the sweet boy, chapped lips meeting soft ones. Possessively tightening his grasp on the angel, Nigel thought, not for the first time, that he would do anything for Adam Raki. 

He would fight any fucking beasts, walk through the scariest places in the world, sword in hand on a noble steed. He would risk any journey, travel through burning cities and frozen forests, risk life and fucking limb just to see Adam smile. 

He’d travel through time and space, search an endless expanse of blackness, and float his way toward the brightest star in the galaxy, his Adam. 

“Nigel, wait, Nigel!” Adam exclaimed, laughing and smiling. He stepped on Nigel’s feet, going on his tiptoes to kiss the older man’s forehead. “We have to go to the observatory, it’s opening day!” 

Nigel pouted, he knew they had to go but he would much rather stay right where he fucking was and keep kissing Adam. But, the meteorite exhibit was finally finished. 

The two of them had met there, the place grew with stars at the same time their love did. It was the very place where Nigel had discovered his heart again. Seeing it would make his boy happy, and that’s all that fucking mattered. 

“Okay, gorgeous,” Nigel said, placing one last kiss to Adam’s addicting lips. Adam smiled, that big bright beautiful smile. 

“I love you, Nigel!” He raced out the bedroom door, beyond fucking excited to finally see their finished work. With an equally big smile, Nigel followed his angel out the door. He’d follow him anywhere. 

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Helping Adam off his motorcycle, Nigel already regretted inviting Darko. Glancing at his friend’s face, he could see a million different remarks going through his thick fucking skull. 

“Greetings, his royal highness,” Darko said, suppressing a chuckle. 

“Oh, hey Nigel.” Finally, he bursted out laughing, finding the sight of Nigel fixing his darling’s hair fucking funny. 

There was a curl out of place and it would annoy Adam, what the fuck else was he supposed to do? He’s not a servant , Nigel does this because he loves Adam and the boy deserves to be taken care of. Yes , Adam is also Nigel’s special prince. But that’s beside the fucking point. 

“Shut up, Darko!” Nigel sneered, frowning. It’s like he’s in a constant state of being annoyed when he’s around Darko. The man is just fucking irritating, and Nigel would very much like to smash his head so fucking hard he can’t understand what being annoying means anymore . 

“Nigel, my shoelaces got untied but there’s mud on them,” Adam muttered, his face forming the older man’s favorite little pout. “I got it, gorgeous.” He replied, immediately bending down to tie his angel’s dirty shoelaces. 

Darko’s incessant fucking laughter suddenly grew to a volume so loud Nigel was surprised his eardrums didn’t fucking explode. Glaring up from his spot at Adam’s feet, Nigel rolled his eyes at the sight of tears streaming down his friend’s red face. 

“Why is he laughing, Nigel?” Adam whispered, twirling a piece of Nigel’s hair around his finger. 

“Ignore him, darling. He has voices in his head and they tell him jokes.” Darko’s laughter immediately stopped at Nigel’s words and he shrieked a loud, “ Hey !” 

Rising up from tying his boy’s laces, Nigel pressed a quick kiss on Adam’s head.

 “Oh, you should go see a psychologist, Darko,” Adam announced, looking down at his shoes happily. 

Nigel had to bite his cheek so hard it almost fucking bled to stop himself from laughing. He would pay for this later, but Darko’s angry expression was too fucking funny to feel scared. 

“Yeah, yeah, we going in or what?” Darko grumbled, knowing if he said anything mean to Adam he’d get his spine snapped in a matter of fucking seconds. 

Nodding, Adam started walking towards the observatory doors. 

Nigel and Darko immediately snarled at each other, having a fucking competition on whose face could look more menacing. After pointing a finger at Darko, Nigel made a gun with his fingers and mimed shooting himself in the head. In response, Darko copied the finger point and pretended to slide a knife across his throat. 

As Nigel was pretending to strangle himself, Adam abruptly turned around at the door so Nigel could open it for him like always. Darko and Nigel quickly shot their arms down, going back to normal and smiling widely like they weren’t just threatening to fucking kill each other. Adam smiled back as Nigel opened the door, planting a kiss on a rosy cheek. 

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Walking through the doors to the exhibit, Nigel’s heart soared at the sound of Adam’s little gasp. His eyes were blown wide with wonder, the lights making them glitter. Darko fucked off to get some coffee, so Nigel could gaze at his sweet angel without having to hear anything about it. 

They walked further into the exhibit, their heads swerving around to look at the whole thing. Nigel could admit, they did a fantastic fucking job. The stickers they had put on the dark walls made the room actually look like space. 

The stars glowed under the sparkling string lights and it reminded Nigel of their first date when Adam showed him his star projector. 

The meteorites were set up on their stands, black, brown, and orange rocks grabbing the attention of the people walking by. Nigel wanted everyone to fucking leave so he and Adam could be alone, but he was also proud of how many people were there. They were all looking at what Adam and him had done together, unknowingly gazing at a story of their love. 

“It’s amazing!” Adam exclaimed, buzzing with happy energy and smiling like a kid on christmas. Nigel nodded, looking up at all the glowing stars and lights from where he was standing behind Adam. 

Maybe Nigel would propose here one day, get on one knee, and finally tie their hearts together in every way. He would buy a custom ring with a fragment of a meteorite, he didn’t care how much fucking money it would take. Nigel could burst into fireworks at the thought of a ring on his angel’s finger. 

Stepping forward and wrapping his arms around Adam from behind, he pressed light kisses on the top of his boy’s head. Nigel didn’t have to worry about a fucking thing anymore, now that he was right here with his beautiful fallen star. 

He swayed their bodies side to side, lovingly looking at Adam’s profile illuminated by all the sparkling lights on the walls. He loves this boy more than fucking anything. 

Whispering quietly so Adam couldn’t hear him over the noise of people admiring their work, he quoted, ‘ If you came to me with a face I have not seen, with a voice I have never heard, I would still know you. Even if centuries separated us, I would still feel you.’

‘Somewhere between the sand and the stardust, through every collapse and creation, there is a pulse that echoes of you and I.’

Adam wouldn’t understand the poem if Nigel really said it to him. His mind was too beautiful, too smart to get Nigel’s sappy fucking poetry. But, he still whispered it anyway, the words resonating inside his heart and making waves of emotion radiate out into the air around them. 

Nigel would like to think they’re soulmates, their souls bound together in the cosmos before either of them were even born. In every life, they would find each other again. Every event, every moment pushing them closer and closer together until they inevitably meet. 

After death, their spirits would twirl in an intergalactic dance, gliding through the solar system, the Milky Way, and far beyond that. They’d explore places humankind has no idea of, the two of them bright, gleaming heavenly bodies.

Nuzzling Adam’s hair, Nigel closed his eyes and sighed contently. He couldn’t think of any other place he would rather fucking be. There’s not a single thing he would change about this moment. Grinning, he opened his eyes and hugged his angel tighter.

“The meteors look wonderful, gorgeous,” Nigel said, already trying not to laugh. Adam huffed a breath, shaking his head against Nigel’s chin. 

His sweet boy turned in his arms, leaning up to press a kiss on the tip of the taller man’s nose. Adam grinned, his gleaming blue eyes prettier than any star in the universe. “ Meteorites , Nigel.”