It was one of those things that should maybe not happen but ever since he met Blake, Nico knew this was how he wanted the night to end. More than that, he knew that this man was the one he wanted.
Which should care him, barely knowing him at all, and yet here he was. Here they were, and maybe he didn't feel this way alone. He was thinking about long term time in the city, about a place beyond an apartment, about making this something.
And he had known Blake for only a few hours. But he didn't want to change that or pretend he didn't feel that way either.
"Then maybe we'll talk about the marks you're going to leave on me. At least with a gun. The rest we can work out tonight," he says, knowing he needed to finish his meal but not caring so much about it now with what they're planning.
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Which should care him, barely knowing him at all, and yet here he was. Here they were, and maybe he didn't feel this way alone. He was thinking about long term time in the city, about a place beyond an apartment, about making this something.
And he had known Blake for only a few hours. But he didn't want to change that or pretend he didn't feel that way either.
"Then maybe we'll talk about the marks you're going to leave on me. At least with a gun. The rest we can work out tonight," he says, knowing he needed to finish his meal but not caring so much about it now with what they're planning.