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When Nigel first met Adam, he didn’t know what the fuck to make of his new neighbour. But after a few months the guy had grown on him – mostly from passing conversations in the hallway that got easier with time. In the end, it wasn’t uncommon to see Nigel join Adam on the steps outside the apartment building, people watching. In fact, after a while Nigel found himself going out of his way to do so.
He knew he was in trouble the day he turned down a booty call because Adam had invited him up to the roof – some sort of meteor shower. Actually, he couldn’t turn it down fast enough. He muttered expletives as he hung up the call.
Thing is, Adam didn’t make much eye contact. Nigel could usually tell from someone’s expression if they were down to fuck. But not with Adam. And now with months of polite conversation, jokes, people watching, star gazing, and turned down lays, Nigel had a severe case of blue balls.
He didn’t even know if the kid swung that way! And he wasn’t about to force the issue and scare him off completely. God fucking help him, he’d started to care for Adam.
The day it finally came to a head was the day the fucking bullshit washer broke in the building laundry room – trapping Adam’s clothes inside. He’d come straight to Nigel, distressed and as close as Nigel had ever seen to him losing it, though he’d already explained some of his issues and quirks. All those things that made up the gorgeous whole that was Adam. Nigel had chivalrously tried to pry the fucker open but it got to the point where he wasn’t sure he could get the clothes out without ruining them. So he did what any good neighbour would do – he decided to loan Adam some of his clothes whilst the building’s super sorted the washer.
Nigel wanted to believe it was completely altruistic but he couldn’t lie to himself very convincingly. No, the thought of Adam in his slightly oversized clothes made his cock twitch. The thought of Adam’s scent clinging to the clothes when he returned them practically gave him a boner.
He handed the pile to Adam at Adam’s door and didn’t hesitate when he was invited in. He’d never been in the apartment before and it was just so wonderfully Adam that he wanted to roll around in it like an excited puppy. He practiced restraint – somehow – and waited whilst Adam went to his bedroom to change out of his work clothes and into something Nigel had loaned him.
There were two pairs of sweats in that pile, so Nigel was pretty thrown when Adam returned wearing his fucking little dog shirt as a nightshirt, with nothing else but his boxers. It hung down, exposing his neck and and a little shoulder where the top couple of buttons were left open… as well as skimming the top of his thighs.
If Nigel died in that moment, he’d have died a happy fucking asshole.
Adam offered him cocoa and Nigel numbly nodded, watching the man potter in the kitchen. Eyes wide and chest tight as the sight of the back of Adam’s thighs brought a heated blush to Nigel’s cheeks.
Damn. He really did have it fucking bad.
Then there was cocoa on the sofa and Adam pulled a throw over his legs to keep them warm and Nigel tried so hard to focus on what Adam was saying about a show he wanted to see at the theatre and not on warming Adam’s legs for him goddammit!!
When Nigel was pretty sure he couldn’t take anymore without exploding one way or the other, he stood to leave. Adam looked up at him questioningly. Looking so fucking beautiful the way the shirt hung around him.
“Are you leaving Nigel?”
“I think I should, Adam. I think… I think it’s passed my bedtime.”
“Oh.”
Adam frowned.
“What is it? Everything ok? We can get your clothes back once the super pulls his finger out of his-”
“Were you excited?”
“What?”
“Sexually, just now. Or before. Um, when we spend time together?”
“Um-”
“Well, I ask because I was, and I wondered if you were too.”
“…”
“When I was younger… I would have just thought you were sexually excited because I was. That’s called mind blindness. I had to learn to ask what other people are thinking.”
“Adam, I…”
Nigel wasn’t quite sure how Adam had reached into him and pulled out every fucking bone in his body, but that was how it felt. He equally wasn’t sure how he remained standing. Or breathing.
“I… I fucking am now angel.” Nigel finally managed. “What, um, what do we do about that?”
“I’ve been thinking about it for a while and… I’d like for us to have sex. If you’d like that?”
Nigel could only nod and try not to pass out as Adam stood – letting the blanket fall away – and smiled at him. When he took Nigel’s hands and started leading him toward the bedroom Nigel’s mind was blank but for one fucking word.
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Soul mates finding each other on a planet of 7 billion people is getting less likely by the decade, even for those who registered their marks with The Agency. Nigel doesn’t even think about his potential other half, never really has. He has bigger concerns than romance. Nigel is an undercover cop and he’s just started a relationship with an unknowing Gabi as part of his cover. Deep cover is dangerous so the last thing he needs at this point is to run into his predestined soul mate – the blunt and totally gorgeous Adam Raki.
Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move. Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love. ~ William Shakespeare
Even Nigel thought Gabi looked vibrant as the sunlight caught her hair. They walked down the bland street, about to part ways on the corner as she headed to work and there was little doubt she brightened her surroundings. She leaned in and kissed him, a gentle peck before she smiled her goodbyes to them both with a smile
“A fine woman there.” Darko commented, his grin a little too salacious for Nigel’s liking. It was bad enough he was pulling the poor girl into all this but he’d had little choice. It had just sort of happened and then his handler had pushed it. It would help his cover, and Nigel knew that too – enough to allow himself to be pushed when maybe he shouldn’t have.
Truthfully, she was beautiful. Talented. Not his damn type, but he had to push through that as much as anything. It wasn’t like he could be himself. He felt like a prick, and the last thing he wanted was for her to get mixed up with Darko.
From that fucking tattoo, to the lifestyle, he had to admit it got easier every day. He knew that he was getting ever closer to an edge of danger that might suck him in. Once the life started to absorb you sometimes there was no coming back. But it was the risk of deep cover.
Nigel took a drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke at Darko. “Fuck off asshole.” He jested with a grin as they watched Gabi walk away. “She is all for me.”
He and Gabi weren’t so serious yet, not so intimate – she just thought he was being a gentleman. He’d have to get over that shit. At least it was better than some of the guys who were already married when they went deep cover and ended up having to cheat. At least he wasn’t having to be that kind of shitheel.
He just needed to focus on the job. Continue to earn Darko’s trust, break the ring, get the info and get the fuck out. He’d make sure Gabi was ok in it all, even if he had to fucking use her along the way. Poor fucking kid.
He flicked the end of the cigarette onto the street and followed Darko into the convenience store.
He hadn’t expected the sudden chill on such a warm day. It spread through him and tingled over his skin. The tingle focused into a burn that heated the flesh just a little above his right wrist, where his soulmark was located. A shudder went through him, separate from the chill.
A sudden movement caught his attention as the guy being served at the counter fumbled and dropped his wallet. He looked agitated, gripping his arm as he leaned down to collect his wallet. He looked panicked, near terrified. And fucking gorgeous.
Dark curls, smooth porcelain skin. Nicely built somewhere between twink and otter – Nigel couldn’t help but think he’d like to get a better look and a full assessment. Just the type Nigel liked, though he prefered them not so jittery.
Damn! He needed to get laid. Had it been so long that he was starting to imagine this shit? He rubbed the burn on his skin. Was he so desperate that he would take a slight discomfort to be something more? It was likely a rash, an irritation from how the cuff on this shirt sat.
His flesh cooled with the exception of the soulmark, still burning.
Soul mates finding each other on a planet of 7 billion people was getting less likely by the decade, even for people who registered their marks with The Agency. There a bigger concerns than shit like that anyways, he had a job to do, a career he loved. He wasn’t going to fuck it up wasting daydreams on teenage shit like that.
And yet, the man picked up his wallet and stood, looking around nervously until he saw Darko and then Nigel. And their eyes locked.
Featuring rakish thief Nigel who is super determined to get his sweetheart Gabi back after she breaks it off with him, and fallen Star Adam who is super confused at his feelings and determined to dislike the strange man who found him.
Bonus Pirate Darko and his merry men, along with Gabi turning out to be a secret witch all along who broke off with Nigel because she was afraid he’d see her age and falls unexpectedly for the dirty horseman Charlie who loves her anyway.
So originally this was written for the Fairytale Event last month, but I never finished it and now apparently I have because I’m on some sort of shapeshifter kick involving Nigel as a wolf. Hope you enjoy.
There are a certain number
of blocks between Adam’s apartment and his grandmother’s house. Thirteen last
time he counted, holding his father’s hand as they headed there on a warm Sunday afternoon
when he was twelve.
His father stopped walking
him there when Adam was older saying cars were more efficient, though they both
knew his bones too worn and sore, so now that Dad was gone the idea of going
alone was odd.
But it was Grandmother’s
eighty third birthday and she had called four times this morning reminding him,
“I’m an old woman, Addie. Do not leave me alone on my day.”
So Adam started his journey
after having his regular breakfast, putting on his red hooded jacket as the sun
shined big and bright above him. He counted blocks as he went, eyeing the
familiar bars and stores as he went past them.
Five blocks in he got
confused, stopping at an odd building he’d never seen before.
Big Bad Bar, the sign read.
He remembered driving past with his father once just last a few months before,
seeing the motorcycles and the leather clad bikers who owned them.
Now the bikes were parked
outside and he could smell cigarette smoke and beer that made him pause.
The emblem on the sign was
indicative of it being a wolf bar, and though Adam was human he was certain
they’d be nice enough about helping him with directions.
Though he’d never met a
wolf before.
He took some steps forward,
reaching out with one hand to pull the door just as it opened and someone came
barreling into him.
Adam had no time to stop
himself from falling and was bracing for impact with the sidewalk but instead
found himself in someone’s embrace.
The wolf that held him
wasn’t horribly large but he was imposing, warm and smelling of cigarettes more
than beer.
“My, my,” the
wolf purred, fangs showing, “What big eyes you have little one.”
Adam entangled from the
wolf, dizzy as he righted himself. “My eyes aren’t any bigger than yours.”
You’re so welcome! I enjoyed writing both, though the mobster one was rewritten so many times you have no idea. *hugs you back* I’m very glad you enjoyed them.
There was a strange tension in the room when Nigel was directed in to see Raki a week after giving Adam the wooden planets. He knew immediately his gift giving had been found out by the look in the old man’s eye and sat down slowly with a smile.
“I was surprised to hear from you so soon, Michael. Going to war already?” he joked, wondering if he was about to get shot in the head for his trouble the holster at his back itching to be used but he didn’t even flinch.
Michael Raki’s glare was deep and Nigel almost felt it.
“My son is not for sale, Nigel. End of fucking discussion.”
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