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Noah had an appetite, it seemed. It was almost surprising, seeing as how the first year and a half that Adam had known and fallen in love with the oddball young man that he was incapable of eating entirely. Then again, Noah had been dead for seven years, the favor returning his life and changing the universe so that Noah was still seventeen, biologically and physically. The only ones aware of his death these days were Adam and his friends. Considering all that had- or hadn't- gone on, Adam figured he was trying to make up for lost time.
It made Valentine's Day extremely easy to shop for, getting the boy an array of foods, colorful pastries and a box of chocolates with more fillings than Adam cared to count. Convenience store goodies. It was all too easy.
And Noah demolished them like it was nothing, going through food like it was air, making pleased noises and repeatedly thanking Adam with words and small kisses. Despite the affection, they still hadn't gone on any sort of date. Adam figured it had to be for appearances or some other such nonsense. Noah was surprisingly popular in the school now that he was more than a ghost. Adam would really only get in the way.
"You don't," Noah said absently, causing Adam's eyes to snap up. Even living, he was still somehow part of the ley line. Not like Adam, but they were still connected. "Get in the way, I mean."
Adam regarded the other, who was still carelessly sorting through chocolates. "Can you not do that, just once?"
"I try not to, but it helps me know when you're being dumb. And you're being dumb. If you wanted to go on a date, you could have just asked," he replied.
"Who says I want to go on a date?" Adam scoffed and leaned back. "We aren't really that serious."
Noah snorted and stood up, creeping over to his friend, stopping just in front of him, leaned over so that his arms were resting on the armrests of Adam's chair. "Piss up a rope. I love you, and I know you love me. We're that serious. It's as easy as you making the first move, Adam."
He trailed one hand up Adam's arm, kissing him slowly, trying to get him to relax. "I can't do all the work. So what's it going to be?" He smiled, that easy smile Noah always had, that said he knew more than you thought he knew. That he knows more than you even know about things.
Adam gulped, and took the plunge.
Noah had an appetite, it seemed. It was almost surprising, seeing as how the first year and a half that Adam had known and fallen in love with the oddball young man that he was incapable of eating entirely. Then again, Noah had been dead for seven years, the favor returning his life and changing the universe so that Noah was still seventeen, biologically and physically. The only ones aware of his death these days were Adam and his friends. Considering all that had- or hadn't- gone on, Adam figured he was trying to make up for lost time.
It made Valentine's Day extremely easy to shop for, getting the boy an array of foods, colorful pastries and a box of chocolates with more fillings than Adam cared to count. Convenience store goodies. It was all too easy.
And Noah demolished them like it was nothing, going through food like it was air, making pleased noises and repeatedly thanking Adam with words and small kisses. Despite the affection, they still hadn't gone on any sort of date. Adam figured it had to be for appearances or some other such nonsense. Noah was surprisingly popular in the school now that he was more than a ghost. Adam would really only get in the way.
"You don't," Noah said absently, causing Adam's eyes to snap up. Even living, he was still somehow part of the ley line. Not like Adam, but they were still connected. "Get in the way, I mean."
Adam regarded the other, who was still carelessly sorting through chocolates. "Can you not do that, just once?"
"I try not to, but it helps me know when you're being dumb. And you're being dumb. If you wanted to go on a date, you could have just asked," he replied.
"Who says I want to go on a date?" Adam scoffed and leaned back. "We aren't really that serious."
Noah snorted and stood up, creeping over to his friend, stopping just in front of him, leaned over so that his arms were resting on the armrests of Adam's chair. "Piss up a rope. I love you, and I know you love me. We're that serious. It's as easy as you making the first move, Adam."
He trailed one hand up Adam's arm, kissing him slowly, trying to get him to relax. "I can't do all the work. So what's it going to be?" He smiled, that easy smile Noah always had, that said he knew more than you thought he knew. That he knows more than you even know about things.
Adam gulped, and took the plunge.
