WIP Wednesday-ish
I meant to post this yesterday, but I forgot, oops. Think of this as a coda to i knew him well.
Extremely unbeta'd.
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"Are you falling asleep on me, old man?"
Jonas laughs, pulling Nico closer until Nico's back is flushed against his chest. "Who are you calling old? Which one of us had to take a two-hour nap after a one-hour flight again?"
He doesn't need to see visual proof to know Nico's rolling his eyes at him. Nico settles against him without complaint, a soft, huff of breath hitting the side of Jonas' neck warmly.
"You napped with me, though," Nico says, smug. Nico brings their hands together over his stomach, their fingers interlaced, as he trains his gaze back to the bonfire in front of them.
Plausible deniability probably went out the window the moment Nico had nudged Jonas' legs apart, sitting conveniently between the vee of Jonas's legs when they first sat down. They'd lucked out when they found a small, more private nook towards the back of the beach. Still, they're not alone, not by a longshot. The sun's gone down into the horizon, though, darkness covering them all apart from the bright orange and blue flames from the bonfire, embers sending tiny sparks of light into the sand. Jonas hadn't known about the festival when he'd booked their holiday, but he's happy to participate and revel with everyone else, especially with Nico warm and happy in his arms.
It's dark enough that he risks a kiss on the top of Nico's head. No one's looking at them. They're careful, of course--Jonas isn't going to do anything that will put Nico in a compromising situation. It's nice, though, knowing for a sliver of time, they can just be Jonas and Nico, full stop.
"You do look tired, though, for real," Nico says lowly. His face is angled towards the crook of Jonas' neck, his lips softly brushing against Jonas' skin as he speaks. "We don't have to stay long."
Humming, Jonas squeezes their fingers together, his thumb absently running over the ridges of Nico's abs. "Just a little jetlagged, that's all. This is nice." It's not a lie; big parties like these aren't his jam as much as they are Nico's, but this is nice. Having Nico this close, like Nico doesn't want to be anywhere but within reach of Jonas--these are the kind of parties Jonas likes.
He's also jetlagged, though, and the gentle sound of the ocean's rolling waves isn't helping. It's been so long since he'd been to Bangkok that he'd forgotten how much havoc the time difference can elicit. Booking a trip to Marbella just a day after getting back from Thailand is not one of his better decisions, but with Nico in his arms, well.
It's worth it.
Bangkok had been wonderful, and Jonas would be lying if he said he didn't have a good time. He'd missed his friends, his cousins--missed the surf and sand and food that's uniquely Thailand. It had been a balm, especially after how the Devils' season ended. After how Worlds ended. He'd also be lying, though, if he said he didn't constantly think about Nico.
It feels ridiculous to miss him that much, especially when their lives are so intertwined in Jersey. Going from sleeping in Nico's bed to sleeping alone had been a shocking adjustment. It isn't even about sex, not primarily, at least. There's no greater feeling than being inside Nico and feeling Nico hot and wet and tight around him, but more than that, there's nothing more comforting than Nico's scent and the way his body fits against Jonas.
"We could have moved the trip," Nico says.
That's probably what they should have done, but Jonas doesn't know how he would have coped if he had to wait days, weeks, to see Nico again. They hadn't talked about the offseason much after Worlds. It had been a rough time for both of them--Nico more than Jonas, probably--and they'd parted ways without concrete plans between them. Jonas hadn't been worried; of course they'll see each other in the offseason. Multiple times, probably, and they can make all of the plans later.
And they had. They decided on Marbella again right before Jonas left for Thailand.
"Nah, this is good. The jetlag back is usually better for me than the jetlag getting there, anyway."
Nico kisses his cheek. "If you're sure. We can always spend the trip in bed. I'm totally okay with that, for the record." His grin is wide, but Jonas doesn't miss the way Nico's eyes darken, even with the sparks from the fire as their only light source.
"Don't think I'm letting you cheap out on dinner, Hischier, I'm on to you. You're gonna have to do better than room service carts," Jonas teases. It's a tempting picture, though, and now that it's in his head, he suddenly can't think of anything else other than laying Nico out on their hotel bed, Nico flushed and waiting for him. Pressing his lips gently against Nico's ear, Jonas lowers his voice. "Did you miss me, Nicky? Did you think about me at all?"
Nico's throat bobs as he swallows. "I didn't think about you at all," he says, but his breath hitches when Jonas moves one arm to grip his hips lightly.
"No?" Jonas asks, fingers trailing over the waistband of Nico's trunks. He quickly scans the area around him, making sure that the crowd of hotel vacationers is still largely ignoring them in favor of the makeshift dancefloor closer to the bonfire.
