𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐓 — it was laughter, threatening to spill in reaction to onyx’s unusual albeit cute complaint about the medical staff’s warnings and requirements. his expression, however, remained still as he managed to contain himself ( except for that little smile that coated his lips because he couldn’t resist it due to his best friend’s naturally adorable nature ) and only offered a slight squeeze of his shoulder, one that was reassuring and signifying that as long as xavier was taking care of him, everything would be okay. he could tell the difference between sober nyx and this nyx, too aware of the increasing number of touches and contact and unable to ignore the ghosting of the other’s lips over the skin of his neck. unfortunately — or perhaps it was fortunate after all — there was simply no time to think much of it as the other man demanded good care and attention. normally, xavier would respond with the same kind of AFFECTION, but right now, all he wanted was to get onyx clean, fed, and tucked in so he wouldn’t have to deal with this kind of pain for longer than necessary. even thought the meds were going to kick in soon if they haven’t already, there was no need to put him through any more suffering. the shift in the mood was a tangled jumble, contradicting itself; there was onyx, touchy and needy, whereas xavier was more serious, too focused on having his best friend’s priorities met. no matter how much he wished he could tease or joke around, he found himself to be capable of just being concerned and incredibly soft for the other. “ if you ever annoyed me, we would have stopped being friends years ago, ” he managed to chip in with that at least, granting onyx a breathy laugh, but his brows furrowed once again when it was time to rid the man of a piece of clothing. there was tenderness in the way his fingers worked to grasp the hems of his friend’s shirt, never stopping even when the surfer offered to have a joint bath. “ nyx. ” he gave him a warning look before their eye contact was broken by the shirt building a wall in between them. xavier managed to get it off with no casualties, revealing their faces when the article of clothing was now bundled up in the lifeguard’s hand. he was right — he smelled like the ocean. “ tonight, i’m taking care of you. don’t test my patience. ” another warning, but it was playful this time. the man just despised the fact that it was a tendency of onyx’s to put others first. “ nice underwear, ” he snorted, unable to hold back a bit of a measure to lighten up their situation as xavier successfully unbuttoned nyx’s pants too, knowing it’d be a bit difficult for the other to do it with just one hand. now this was where it was going to get a bit risky.
Lackadaisical, Onyx blinked, admiring Xavier’s face, whose expression, although impassive was just as captivating as ever. Probably a little more so right now, since he was doing an admirable job of taking care of Nyx. His full concentration on the job at hand, moving slowly, determined to make the effort as painless as possible. That due care and attention coaxed a fond smile to his lips, and Onyx took a moment to drink the other man in. With inhibitions lowered, he stared a lot more openly, following those liquid brown eyes, focused on helping him disrobe. Sometimes, he'd catch a glimpse of sadness in those eyes, but before he could react, the melancholy seemed to have seeped away, replaced with the ever familiar exuberance. He wondered just where the other's mind went in those moments. What he was thinking and feeling, and why he wouldn't open up about it and share with Onyx. It was a little disconcerting—they were best friends. But everyone was entitled to their secrets. Hell, he had a real doozy of his own concealed away. One that would forever remain deeply buried, if he had any say. Falling in love was supposed to be the most magical experience in the world—and it was. At least until the pair met and Onyx quickly realised the relationship he'd built from their online conversations was a mere fabrication. They'd never been more than best friends, despite what he'd perceived to be flirtation between them. Onyx was always updating Xavier on his life, sending pictures—some of which weren't so innocent—and little trinkets he figured the other would appreciate. In his mind, they were dating. He didn't engage in relations with others, telling anyone who'd listen that he was taken, only to arrive in Florida to the devastating realisation that he was very much single. He'd gotten so discombobulated along the way, Nyx ended up breaking his own damn heart. And although his feelings for the man, hadn't changed—they'd only grown stronger—he'd long since accepted his place in Xavier's life. "I must annoy you sometimes, don't you lie to me now," he husked, tone laced with teasing. It just wasn't possible for Onyx to remain in someone's life for more than a few weeks without irritating them at some point. He was overly familiar with Xavier, tactile, hands wandering opportunistically. His possessive streak a mile wide, Nyx often fought for restraint, but his hold was tenuous at best. The behaviour had to drive Xavier insane at times. Attention snapping back at the reprimand, Onyx blushed, suitably chastised and peered down at today's choice of boxer briefs. "Oh shit," he laughed, the mirth-filled sound reverberating off the bathroom walls, so carefree. "It's laundry day," he offered, plucking at the waistband of his bright yellow Pikachu underwear. There was no further explanation given. No information on where he'd acquired such underwear, or why he would hold onto them in the first place, just a cocksure grin, directed right at Xavier alongside a well-timed cheeky wink as he continued, "well, what are you waiting for? Gotta catch em' all."
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