@thewholecrew : holding your lover by the jaw to kiss them. / grant&nick immortal? B)
these events are not his style. so far from it that kassy had to pull clothes for him. dress him like her perfect doll so that he didn’t look so out of place at a fancy ball such as this. the undercity doesn’t have stuff like this that it amazes him, though hardly surprises him that this gala is packed with people. all in elegant clothes with expensive glasses of alcohol carted around by waiters. the moment he walks in with kassy’s arm wrapped around his, he feels like a fish out of water. hues quickly scan over the sea of people to find every exit he can. but despite the tightness in his chest, it’s worth it to see how happy it made kassy for him to accompany her. plus, there’s no downside to watching octavia and grant also dressed up in expensive clothing. how dashing the two look. how delicious. his head shakes at the last thought that bubbles in his mind, echoing kassy’s voice as he moves wherever kassy wanders.
the four of them have been here for hours, dancing and enjoying themselves while nicklas indulged in all the free alcohol. everytime he seemed to finish a drink, like magic another waiter approached with full tray. it couldn’t be his fault how hot his body felt, or how dark desire filled hues continue to wander the girls and grant. if they didn’t want people to fill up on alcohol, then they needed a better system he thought to himself, watching grant cross the room toward him and kassy with octavia on his arm. typically, he’d be watching the small minx beside him. thinking of ways to push her buttons and rile her up. but tonight, as he tilted another glass to his lips, he couldn’t stop himself from staring at grant. from all the times the men have shared a moment with kassy that continue to float around in his mind, replaying on a constant loop.
“im going to get some air,” nick explained, unwrapping his arm from around kassy as grant expressed his desire to also step outside of the gala. despite how his insides tense and screamed at the offer, a smirk easily played on his lips as nick turned to the girls. “don’t have too much fun without us,” he winked before disappearing through the crowd with grant until he found an opening. before escaping through it, nick quickly grabbed himself another two glasses of champagne, nudging his head toward the opening for grant to follow. finally, for a single moment it felt like nick could fully breathe as the two men stepped out onto a balcony. just the two of them without a sea of people surrounding. “damn what a party,” nick huffed, offering grant the other glass before entirely downing his. “i dunno what i expected but that,” nick glanced back through the curtains before he shuddered a little, overwhelmed by it all as he flattened his hands against the cool railing. bit much? grant had asked him which had nick chuckling to himself.
“it isn’t for you?” he asked, turning to face grant as he leaned against the railing, studying the curve of grant’s smile as it tugged on his lips, explaining how he’s had decades more practice than nick had. lightly, nick scoffed, “right, ya’ll know the ins and outs of these places,” he muttered, dark hues idling wandering grant, studying him in ways he’s never openly done before. only ever stealing small glances during heated moments between grant and the girls. but with his liquid courage, all these jumbled feelings he’s suppressed seem to flutter inside of him. little thoughts of what if? what if he just leaned in right now? what would grant do? how would he react if nick flattened him against the stone wall and kissed him until their heads were dizzy? all the thoughts linger and twist in his mind with the alcohol and his feelings until he no longer has a sense of control over his own body. instead of any thoughts, nick acts, stepping closer to grant as blue hues shift to grant’s gaze, flickering between his mouth and golden hues. nick leans in, though a part of him resists the temptation. the fiery urge as he straightens himself with a nervous laugh.
you a little drunk? with grant’s inquisitive lift of his brow, nick’s grin grew mischievous. to hell with his reservations, or his father’s disgusted voice in the back of his mind. “oh yeah, but lucky for you, i can be a nice drunk,” he placated with a devilish glint flashing in his gaze as he once again leaned just the slightest bit closer to grant. “im going to kiss you.” nick announced, unable to take back the urge or suppress the action now that he’s said it out loud. though nick sees no unwillingness, he doesn’t wait long for grant’s protest. instead he steps toward the man, lifting his hand to grasp grant’s jaw in his hand. the second he does, it feels like an electric spark explodes in his veins, fanning the flame of his desire as he directed grant just a touch closer to him before his lips crash against the other. it’s meant to be slow. gentle and soft. but as nick’s lips touched grant, his entire body ignites and his kiss turns nearly ravenous as he steps into grant, walking the other back until his back gently connected with the outside brick.
with his hand still on grant’s jaw, it takes nick losing the air from his lungs before he can manage to pull himself back from grant. though his thumb gingerly brushes against grant’s skin, hues look at him like he could devour him right here and now. “yeah,” he mutters to himself, “i see the appeal with you…”