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Some things are worth keeping close to your chest and a lot can be learned in silences.
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Anton Evans matches with Paul Baker on Grindr, expecting nothing more than a little late-night flirting. Then, by complete accident, they run into each other at a packed club in New York, and the chemistry is somehow even more intense in person.
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Matt stood there next to him, red solo cup in hand, and his camera dangled from the strap around his neck.
"You know what your problem is?"
Stiles felt his eyes slightly widen, taken aback because what the fuck does that mean?
"Interesting way to greet someone, dude," He tried to sound playful, but he was slightly annoyed now, so he was sure that was noticeable in his voice and expression. Matt ignored his comment completely and turned around to look outside through the open sliding door, pointing a finger toward it with the hand still around his cup.
Stiles looked over his shoulder at what —who— Matt was pointing at. Scott stood there, talking and laughing with Liam, who had made his way outside without him noticing. Liam's friends, Corey, Mason and Hayden, were there too, accompanied by Isaac, who dragged Boyd and Erica along. Then there were Danny and Jackson, with Lydia huddled close to Allison.
"You're their DUFF."
"Their what?"
"DUFF— designated ugly fat friend," Stiles stayed silent and shifted his gaze back to the friend group outside, "You and I? We make them look better, more popular, more desirable." All Stiles could do was laugh.
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naim: the weirdest thing just happened to me
naim: you know ryan whelan
naim: he dropped his eraser
naim: so i picked it up to give it to him
naim: and the eraser had our initials on it ??????
naim: like "NR + RW" AND A HEART
jessica: wow that is rlly weird
jessica: ryan whelan LIKES you ????
jessica: how low are his standards ??????Or; Naim's been crushing on Ryan for years, but it takes a misplaced eraser for them to actually talk.
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Ryan shuffled against the mattress, pulling them together until they ended up in a mess of limbs, their legs tangled together and Ryan’s arms wrapped around his waist. Ryan’s hands slipped beneath Naim’s shirt, pressing against the bare skin.
Pulled flush against Ryan’s chest, Naim felt every slow, steady rise and fall against his back; as if each breath Ryan took also belonged to Naim. Like Ryan was breathing for the both of them.
A soft hum escaped Naim’s throat. It was so, so warm. He could let himself fall, and fall, and keep falling. Ryan would be right there to catch him.
If he pressed even closer—close enough to crawl under Ryan’s skin and make a home within the space within his chest, Naim was sure he’d feel the pulse of Ryan’s heart beating for him, too.
Naim can’t fall asleep.
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- Part 1 of over and over again