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Denver was more nervous than he could ever remember being. Nico's flight had just landed, according to the arrivals board, and now Denver was waiting just outside the gates, and time seemed to be ticking by. The last year or so had been significant to say the least, as he'd met his best friend and experience the best friendship he'd ever had. A few months ago Nico had been having a really bad time with school and his dad, and Denver had helped as best he could when Nico decided to drop out of school.

Then he'd discovered he lived within driving distance of a gaming convention, and had invited Nico to stay partly for the convention and partly to give him a break from dealing with his horrible and abusive father. He'd encouraged Nico not to buy a return ticket right away, because he was desperate to see him and give him a break from his turbulent home life.

But though he was excited and looking forward to spending time with Nico, his stomach was turning with nerves. He wasn't sure what to expect, as he'd never met an online friend before, or had such an important friendship in real life. He was worried that his boring life and small apartment would be distasteful to Nico, even though he knew rationally that Nico wasn't that kind of person.

Denver groans to himself a little, running a hand back through his hair and shifting his weight from foot to foot, thinking about finding somewhere to sit, but then people start emerging from the gate and he stands up straight, his gaze lingering briefly on every face, searching for the one he would recognize.

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Nico had texted Denver with trembling hands as soon as his plane had landed, and rushed to get off the plane and over to the baggage claim as fast as he could. He was glad to be here, hundreds of miles away from his father and anyone else who would remind him of his many failures and shortcomings, but he didn't know if he could let himself really be relieved yet. He was more nervous than he could ever remember being, so much so that he feels dizzy when he walks out into the baggage claim. He looks over the crowd of people standing and panics a little when he doesn't see a face he recognizes, but when he pulls out his phone to call Denver and ask where he is, he catches sight of him, standing off to the side with his hands in his pockets.

He briefly thinks that he's even cuter (and taller) in person than he was in the pictures and on webcam, but he attempts to put it out of his mind as soon as it occurs to him. His face breaks into a smile and he waves, tentatively, taking a few faltering steps towards him before breaking into a faster walk.

"Hey," he says, letting out the breath he's been holding in, then, without thinking, drops his bags on the floor and pulls Denver into a hug.

"I'm so happy to see you," he laughs breathlessly into his shoulder, lingering for a few moments too long before pulling back.

"I dropped my bags," he says dumbly, shaking visibly as he leans over to pick them up.

"Oh, let me," Denver says, reaching over to pick up the bigger of Nico's bags and hoist it up, "I'm, um, happy too," he says awkwardly, still a little dazed by Nico's tight and affectionate hug. Their conversation as Denver leads Nico out of the airport is a little stilted and nervous, but it doesn't take long for them to start to relax.

The con starts in a day, and Denver gets Nico set up on his couch as they both retreat to their computers and play the same game they always played with the distance between them. It helps Denver calm a little, really, because it makes him feel more like this is a normal, everyday interaction.

The next day at the con Denver feels more relaxed and he and Nico have a great time, interacting with costumed con-goers and even visiting the booth of their favorite game several times. Denver's having so much fun that by the time evening approaches, he really doesn't want to go home, so he suggests they check out the after-hours meet-up at the hotel bar, even though he wasn't a huge fan of drinking.

Him and Nico find a dark, quiet corner with their drinks and observe to rest of the room, cracking jokes about the drunk people on the dance floor.

"I'm... really glad you're here," Denver says suddenly, after a lull in the conversation, "I'm having a good time."

Nico's face feels warm, both from the alcohol and the flush that had started rising in his cheeks ever since they'd sat down together in the corner.

"Yeah," Nico says, smiling as he takes another swig of his beer, "I am too. I...think I will stay a little longer than what I was thinking about before. It's nice to get away from it all. I have no reason to go back so soon."

He turns to look at him, his head swimming pleasantly, and finds himself biting his lip when he catches Denver's eye.

"And, well, I...have a pretty big reason to stay here," he adds shyly. His inhibitions were lowered significantly, due less to the alcohol than he wanted to admit.

"That's... good," Denver says, warmly, still only sipping at his cocktail. He feels a little lightheaded, but he knows that he's only had a couple of mouthfuls of his drink, "You can stay. I mean, uh, however long you need to... Or want to. You can stay. I like... Having someone else here with me. A lot more than I expected to." He looks up from where he was fidgeting with his cocktail glass, giving Nico a slightly wary look. He finds himself looking at Nico, appreciating the fall of his hair and his features in this lighting. Nico is surprisingly... attractive in person. Not that Denver at any point thought him unattractive, but when he's in his element and relaxed, not aware of himself being watched, his face gets relaxed and very... pleasing to look at.

Denver's a little startled by the thoughts in his own head, though he was increasingly aware of his affection towards Nico, and he couldn't help but wonder how much of that was the kind of affection you felt for a friend, and how much of it might be... more.

"You could even just... Move in, if you wanted to," he blurts out without meaning to, "I mean... I know you're unhappy in your home life, and you could... live here. I could help you find something to do you'd like." He pauses, swallowing thickly and realizing he's kind of asking Nico to move in with him, "I just mean that's... an option for you. If you want it."

"I...really?" Nico says, looking at him and seriously considering his offer before realizing that Denver had just asked if he wanted to live with him.

"I mean, that...sounds very nice, and I would like to, and I...really have no reason to stay in California anymore, but...are you sure you want to offer for me to live with you when you are drunk?"

He takes another swig and looks back over at him again, swallowing as their eyes meet again. He thinks about what a nice face Denver has, and how much he likes him, loves him, and how close his face is to his own in the dark of the room just so they can hear each other over the din of the music, and this time he doesn't fight the thought as hard as he usually did.

"I'm... not that drunk, actually," he says, looking down to fiddle with his glass again, "I have a pretty high alcohol tolerance." He glances up and finds Nico looking back at him, and for a long moment he finds himself looking into Nico's eyes, appreciating the color and the play of the lights in his eyes before he feels a thread of unease and has to break the eye contact.

He shifts a little bit closer to Nico, so that his bowed head bumps into Nico's, and feels a little shiver of anticipation.

"So, if you want to stay, you really can," he says softly, lowering his voice because of their proximity, "I'd... like it, I think." Without thinking too hard about it Denver turns his head, enjoying the warmth of Nico's face against his, and it feels natural and simple to turn his head a little and press their mouths together.

Nico's limbs go cold, and he feels panic mixed in with a million other, much more positive feelings. He only just barely considers pulling away, looking at him in astonishment and claiming he had it all wrong, and that he didn't, couldn't want this from him. Instead of doing this, he raises his shaking hands and places them on his neck, holding him still as he turns his head to kiss him deeper. Their lips smack quietly when they break apart, and Nico is left wide-eyed and a little dazed.

"Wow, that was..." he laughs in a wavering voice, then shakes his head, "a...long time coming, I guess, wasn't it?"

"Was it?" Denver asks, still a little bit dazed and lightheaded from the kiss, and he was finding it difficult to think about anything other than kissing Nico again, "I'm... not very good with... This kind of thing. I've never really..." He trails off, figuring Nico already knows what he was about to say, and he finds looking at Nico's soft lips is much more interesting.

"I'm... Just going to kiss you again," he says, and then he does just that, his hand coming up to the small of Nico's back and pulling him closer as he kisses him again, deeper and longer than the first time.

Nico's quiet, charmed laugh is interrupted by another kiss, and he makes a small noise against his mouth as a chill runs down his spine. He closes his eyes and wraps his arms around Denver's shoulders, stepping back until his own back bumps against the wall as he kisses him. He'd only ever kissed once, and it had been with another boy in grade school, and he was a little nervous he was doing it completely wrong, but his fear slowly melts away as he appreciates how good it felt to finally be doing this, like he'd been thinking about for months now. He throws caution to the wind and adds a little bit of tongue to the kiss, almost completely forgetting they were in a public place, until the music shifts to a popular oldie and several people in the crowd whoop and shout, giving him a jolt. He laughs again, scratching the back of his neck as his face turns bright red.

"Do you think you're good enough in the head to drive?" he asks abruptly, shyly meeting his eyes, "Because, you know, it's a little loud, and we could...go back to your apartment and do that...some more."

"Yeah," Denver breathes immediately, nodding, his arms still around Nico and he shows no sign of wanting to move, despite their audience, "Yeah, I'm good to drive, I only had a couple sips."

He reluctantly pulls away from Nico, a little startled at these new and strange feelings that seemed to be taking him over. He takes Nico's hand and leads him away, curiously silent in the walk to his car.

"I always wondered why people did that. Kissing, I mean," He says while pulling out of the parking spot and driving away, "It seems so... Pointless. I see why now, though I still don't get the point."

Nico laughs quietly, trying to fight the thread of nervousness that was growing in the pit of his stomach now that the initial thrill of kissing Denver was starting to wear off.

"I...I don't know, this is only the second time I have done this," he says, "The other time was...well, I kissed a boy in elementary school on the playground. I got in a lot of trouble." He blushes furiously at the admission, but also feels a hint of relief; he had never told anyone else this in his entire life. The feeling of dread in his gut was growing, telling him he couldn't do this, that he wasn't allowed and that giving in to these feelings meant he was wrong and defective. His mind drifts to his dad, and how furious he had been that day, and how his mother had cried. He thinks of all the people he's going to lose if he keeps heading in this direction and what they would say if they could see him right now, holding hands with Denver in his car, and his veins feel like they're full of ice.

Denver looks over at the shaking tone in Nico's voice, frowning a little.

"You got in trouble for that?" He repeats, wondering if there's more to that story than Nico is letting on. Several times Nico had insisted on being straight, though after they roleplayed their characters being gay he seemed to... Stop. Denver couldn't pretend to know what Nico was going through, though he could tell it was causing him distress.

"That seems... Unfair. You were just a kid. Kids kiss sometimes, right? That's nothing to punish." He tightens his grip on Nico's hand, which has suddenly gone slack, "It's not like we're hurting anyone."

"Well, the school called my dad," he says, rubbing his temple with two fingers, "He...did not feel that way about it, the same as you, he was very...upset."

He cringes a little on the word "upset," knowing it was a tremendous understatement.

"He told me he could not...support having me in his house anymore if I kept doing that. With other boys," he says, bouncing his knee wildly as he keeps his eyes fixed on his lap rather than looking at the man in the driver's seat, "So I didn't. Not...until now."

"Well you don't... Need his support, do you? I mean, you're old enough to take care of yourself, and I still... You can stay here. You..." Denver trails off, his hand on Nico's and the one on the steering wheel both tensing. It was rare for him to show any extreme emotion, but the way Nico's dad treated him made Denver furious.

"You deserve better than that. So much better. You deserve to be free."

Nico lets out a short laugh, feeling overwhelmed and not knowing how else to respond.

"I...I don't know," he says, taking deep breaths to try to ease the way his heart was pounding, "I left so much at home, I...until now, I was trying to stay on his good side to get help with school, but now...I don't know."

He bites his lip, and he fights back the lump in his throat.

"I still want his approval, even though I have no reason to need it anymore," he says finally, "But I guess maybe...there was never really anything I could do to get it."

He shakes his head, blinking back any trace of the few tears that had built up in his eyes as they pull into Denver's driveway.

"I'm sorry," he says, letting go of his hand to unbuckle his seatbelt, "I did not mean to...talk like that."

"Hey, wait a second," He says, reaching out to put a gentle hand on Nico's shoulder, "You can... You can say anything to me, okay? You don't have to apologize." Denver opens his mouth to say something else but reconsiders it, closing his mouth and looking away, stroking Nico's arm a little before he pulls away.

Denver waits until they're back in his apartment to speak up again, hesitating awkwardly.

"I don't... Know a lot about... Being gay, but... I like you. More than I've ever liked anyone. And... I just can't see that being wrong when you... Make me so happy." Denver shrugs a little, standing away from Nico a little, as he's unsure if any physical affection would be wanted.

Nico's heart flutters a little at his words, and he closes the space between them, gingerly touching Denver's chest and shoulders again.

"I-I...like you too," he breathes, finally cracking a smile, "A lot, as well, you...make me happy, too."

Being here, just the two of them, was much easier than it had been with a crowd of onlookers, and Nico relaxes a little. He bites his lip, fingering at the collar of Denver's shirt, before tilting his head up to kiss him again. He didn't have to figure it all out right now, he guesses. For now, he decides to let himself have this.

Denver returns Nico's smile, and returns the kiss eagerly when Nico initiates it, grateful to be doing something other than talking. He doesn't think the conversation is over, but talking can be exhausting for Denver, and he was leaning that kissing was not. Exhilarating, yes, but not exhausting.

Denver's not sure what to do with his hands, so he puts them on Nico's arms, opening his mouth to lick into Nico's, enjoying the warm, wet feel and taste of Nico's mouth.

Nico's ears burn a little when he feels Denver's tongue in his mouth, but quickly presses his own against it, sucking on the kiss. He breaks away reluctantly after a moment, laughing lightly at Denver's hovering hands.

"You...can put your arms around me," he snickers, taking hold of Denver's forearms and moving his hands to the small of his back instead, before wrapping his arms back around Denver's shoulders, "Like this."

He leans in to kiss him again, but steps on his foot as he's situating himself, which makes him laugh again.

"Sorry," he says, "Maybe we...can sit down?"

Denver nods, going along with Nico's instructions, and then leading him over to his couch, where he sits down next to Nico and puts his arm around him again.

"Sorry," He says, stopping halfway towards kissing Nico again, "I don't really... Know how to do this. I didn't think to research it." He moves in to kiss Nico again, leaning halfway over him on the couch and pressing him back.

Nico follows his lead and leans back on the couch, his face now pleasantly warm rather than burning.

"Research it?" he mumbles quietly against his mouth with a soft laugh, his eyes fluttering open just enough to look at him, "Th-there is no...researching it, you just...do it...right? I mean...I don't know how either, but...we will figure out how."

He hesitates a second, and stops just short of allowing Denver to rest his weight on him.

"H-here," he stutters, sitting up enough to cross his arms and wiggle out his shirt, "Let me just, um. There."

"There's always instructions," He says, his voice a little distant as he's distracted by the skin suddenly spread out before him. He swallows, one hand reaching out hesitantly to press lightly against Nico's abdomen, surprised by how warm and soft his skin was.

He's reluctant to remove his own shirt, hyper aware of his own less attractive physique in a way He never really had been before.

He leans in to kiss Nico again, his hand sliding up Nico's chest, his fingers accidentally stroking over his nipple.

Nico shivers a little at the feeling of Denver's hand on his skin, and he forgets to kiss back for a moment, unable to focus on anything else. His fingers curl into Denver's shirt, pulling it up far enough to expose the skin of his lower back, and he touches there curiously, slipping his hands up under the fabric of his clothes.

"I-I...really want this," Nico stammers quietly, between kisses, "I-I have...wanted it. Just so you know."

Denver nods, glad to hear that, swallowing a little at the shiver that runs down his spine at the feel of Nico's fingers on his skin.

"I think... I have too," He agrees, his voice lower and darker from all the kissing. He shifts a little closer, sitting almost sideways on the couch, holding himself up with one hand on the back of the couch, not wanting to rest his weight on Nico and crush him.

He breaks the kiss gasping, feeling his heart thudding in his chest and his blood rushing between his legs, shifting back a little when he feels an erection growing in his pants, not wanting to rush things or do anything Nico wasn't prepared for. He kisses Nico's neck, licking and sucking and enjoying the taste of his skin.

"Joder," Nico swears quietly, feeling a warmth between his legs as his erection starts to push at the front of his pants, where he's certain Denver can feel it. He breathes a little harder and closes his eyes as he spreads his legs further apart, allowing Denver to lean further onto him. His hands slide further up Denver's shirt, his nails lightly grazing his back, and he closes the space Denver has put between them. His heart is thudding in his ears now, and the feeling of Denver sucking at his neck was making it beat all the harder. Biting down somewhat hard on the inside of his cheek, he pulls one of his hands out of Denver's shirt and cups the front of his pants experimentally, before fumbling shakily with his zipper.

Denver gasps at the feel of Nico's hand against his pants, his hips jerking a little at how intense the feeling is, even through his pants. When Nico starts on his zipper Denver gets too distracted to continue the kiss, leaning back a little to look at Nico with wide eyes. "What... What are... What do you want to do?" He says, breaking heavily.

"I...I don' know," Nico says, halting the movement of his hand and swallowing hard as he looks up at Denver's face, "I thought we can...figure out, I guess."

He tries to steady his breathing, but was finding it increasingly difficult. It was getting increasingly difficult for him to formulate his thoughts in English, and he has to slow his speech significantly.

"Or we should...talk about this?" he asks, "What do you...want? Is this okay for you?"

"Yes, it's... I'm fine," he says, looking up at Nico with wide eyes, realizing that Nico's accent has gotten thicker and he seems to be having difficulty speaking, "We don't... have to talk." He swallows thickly, then after hesitating for a moment he rolls over Nico's lap, his knees on either side of Nico's thighs. He leans his weigh on the back of the couch over Nico's shoulder, his face flushing crimson as he cups Nico's cheek and leans down to kiss him again.

He swallows down a thread of fear, pushing past it and reminding himself this is Nico, probably the best person he's ever met. He mirrors Nico's movements with his own shaking hand, stroking down Nico's chest and then cupping the front of his pants, a little surprised by the warmth and hardness he could feel even through Nico's pants.

Nico exhales heavily, giving a quiet, shaky moan as he resumes fumbling with the zipper of Denver's pants. He finds it too difficult to do one-handed with how unsteady his hands are, and eventually has to reach down do it with both. When he gets it unfastened he wiggles Denver's pants down, rubbing at the front of his underwear tentatively before giving the bulge a tentative squeeze and pulling back to check his face as he starts to stroke him slowly over his clothes.

"You are...okay?" he asks, breathily.

Denver just nods, closing his eyes as he breathes heavily, his own hand losing its focus and just moving idly over Nico's bulge. His kisses lose focus too, the sensations from Nico's gentle rubbing sending shivers down his spine and making him shake. It was amazingly intense, just almost too much, and so much more than anything Denver had felt when touching himself. Suddenly he moans into Nico's mouth, a louder noise than he's ever made on his own, startling himself with the noise and opening his eyes to look into Nico's.

"That... feels good," he says after a moment, as if trying to explain, his face flushed bright red.

"That's good," Nico breathes, nodding. After a few more strokes he hooks his fingers into the elastic waistband of Denver's underwear and slides them down, far enough to bare his erection. He takes hold of him, and jerks him inexpertly but more deliberately than before, rubbing his thumb over the tip on the downstroke.

"Te amo-- I mean, I-I...love you," he blurts out, and immediately regrets it, realizing this would quickly become a horrible awkward situation if Denver were to not return his affection.

Denver gasps at the touch on his cock, so dazed by it that it takes him a long, awkward moment to figure out why Nico looks terrified suddenly. When he rewainds back mentally and remembers what Nico had said, he laughs, surprised and glad. He smiles, leaning in to kiss Nico again, remembering to move his hand more purposefully over Nico's erection again.

"Te amo, um... also," he says, laughing a little at himself when he can't remember the Spanish word, though he'd been slowly learning with Nico's help. He almost says something else but kisses Nico to shut himself up, knowing it would be awkward and unnecessary in any case. He starts working on getting Nico's pants open as well, managing to open the button but struggling onehanded with the zipper, and unable to move his other hand from the back of the couch.

Nico gasps a little, and works his free hand down between them to help with the zipper. He works his pants and underwear down eagerly, lifting his back off the couch in order to slide them down over his ass. He's still shaking a little, but he steadies his hands enough to jerk Denver in a steady rhythm now.

"Th-this is good," he says quietly, monitoring for any change in Denver's expression that might imply he wasn't enjoying this.

Denver nods, biting his lip and leaning forward to rest his forehead on Nico's shoulder, looking down between them. He wraps his hand around Nico's length, stroking him the same way Nico is, his eyes flickering between his hand and Nico's. Denver already feels a little overwhelmed, surprised by how good Nico'd hand felt, and how the warm, heavy feeling in his chest seemed to make everything echo on, and made him feel relatively relaxed when he knew if it was anyone else here with him he would have clammed up way before now. Nico was just... special, that was abundantly clear.

"Nico," he moans, his eyes closing as he starts moving his hips along with Nico's strokes, unable to hold still.

Nico moans, quietly at first but quickly growing louder. He briefly considers the paper thin walls in Denver's apartment, and makes an attempt to quiet himself with little success.

"Denver, Denver," he breathes, between the small, stifled sounds he was making. This was much better than anything he'd done on his own, he realizes quickly, and he can't help but move a little in time with Denver's hand.

"Don't want to -- bother neighbor," he laughs breathlessly, moaning at the end of the word, "I am too noisy." His head was swimming too much from the pleasure and affection to form words properly, in any language.

Denver laughs around a moan, shaking his head a little and almost thoughtlessly turning his head to kiss at Nico's neck.

"Don't worry about it, I don't care. They have sex too loud all the time, it's like... Ah, payback," he says, gasping, sucking and licking at the side of Nico's neck.

"Oh, fuck," he murmurs quietly, his arm and legs starting to shake with exertion as he spiraled closer to the edge, "Nico, ah, I'm..." He moans instead of finishing his thought, increasing his grip and the speed of his strokes on Nico's cock, feeling his own orgasm building and holding back, waiting for Nico.

Nico closes his eyes and tips his head back, giving Denver more room to kiss him and panting heavily.

"Si, si," he pants, his voice taking on a higher tone as he gets closer to the edge, "I'm there, I'm there."

He pushes up into Denver's hand a few more times before he's coming in Denver's hand and across his own stomach.

"Joder joder joder," he swears repeatedly, his fingers balling tight in Denver's shirt as he strokes him intently with his other hand.

Denver feels himself coming when he hears Nico swearing in Spanish in his ear, groaning loudly and then seizing up, going silent as he spills over Nico's hand, his hips working slowly as he shakes. He doesn't make any sound until after the fact, groaning deeply and losing his balance, just barely managing to slide over so he's only halfway leaning on Nico's shoulder, his face in the back of the couch.

He groans again, this more out of exhaustion and satiated bliss.

"Fuck," he swears, his voice muffled by the couch, then he turns his head so Nico can hear him, "Fuck. That was very intense," he says, his voice almost back to its usual monotone except for a lingering shiver.

"Yes," Nico agrees, with a breathless laugh, and he can't help but be helplessly endeared to how quickly Denver regains his composure.

"Yes, it was," he says again, tilting his head and breathing on Denver's neck before gently kissing his chin, "It was...also very nice." He isn't eager to move from this spot, but he's finding that this wasn't the most comfortable position for resting in, and he's sure it can't be for Denver either.

"D-do you want to...clean up and move?" he asks, hesitantly. He's reluctant to ask, because if they do move he's not entirely certain whether Denver will be up for sharing a bed with him.

"Oh, um, yeah," Denver says, carefully shifting back and looking down between them, making a face at the stick mess smudged all over his shirt, now. He sits next to Nico on the couch, and after a moment's hesitation he crosses his arms over himself, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it up and off, balling it up in his hands. He holds the ball of his shirt over his chest and belly, a little self conscious and not quite able to meet Nico's eyes.

"Are you, um, hungry? Or thirsty?" he asks, and then glances at the clock nearby, "Oh, it's... pretty late, huh, um... Do you want to sleep? You could sleep out here or..." Denver glances towards his own room, still without making any eye contact, "Um, in there maybe, if you want." He gestures to his door, then hugs his dirty shirt to his chest, unaccountably nervous suddenly.

Nico blinks out of his daze, a little surprised by Denver's sudden change in tone and posture, and he sits up beside him, pulling just his boxers up and back into place and letting his pants fall to the floor. He sits up beside him, putting an arm around his shoulder and gently easing the hand clutching the shirt over his chest and stomach down into his lap.

"I am a little thirsty," he says softly, offering him a sheepish smile, "And I...would like to sleep with you, if that is...all right."

Denver relaxes a little at Nico's touch, nodding and letting the shirt drop down onto the couch. He looks over at Nico, still not able to look any higher than Nico's mouth, but enjoying the sight of it all the same. He wasn't used to being intimate like this with someone, or having to think about making space for someone else in a place that always been solely his.

"Yeah, okay," he says, nodding, standing up and moving into the small kitchen, taking a paper towel to clean up the residue on his chest, then passing Nico one as well. He gets out a glass and fills it with water from the filter for Nico, getting himself a little snack too. He almost sits back down on the couch but then hesitates, gesturing to the bedroom instead.

Nico towels himself off and follows close behind, sipping his water before setting it down on the bedside table. He lets Denver choose what part of the bed he wants first, and gives him a second to situate himself before climbing into bed next to him and resting his head on the pillow beside him.

"Te amo mucho," he says again, rubbing up and down Denver's arm a few times before tucking it under the pillow under his head, "You are okay? You seem...ah...scared? I don't know the best word."

Denver smiles at Nico's words, reaching out to rest his arm over Nico's hip, trying to communicate he felt the same way. He closes his eyes, rubbing his hand over Nico's side and enjoying the feel of his skin, trying to formulate the swirling thoughts in his head into words, and then get those words to come out his mouth.

"I'm okay. I'm not... used to... being close to someone like this, I guess. I've been living alone for a long time, I might just... Need a little time to adjust," he says, swallowing a little and then shifting closer, wrapping his arm around Nico's back and closing his eyes, tilting their foreheads together, "I love you a lot too."

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