What Wouldn't I Give

[Nox]

The words felt right. The hands felt even better. And Raffe was right, he should sit down, but if he sat down Raffe would stop touching him and right now it was the only thought in his head. He was alone, no sister, no echos of things just a soft moment, the dark light breaking through the sludge but just barely. Clear thoughts was something Nox couldn't have with drugs. He wondered if that was the sludge he had to wade through, but doubted it highly. It felt unnatural, not drug induced.

Nox didn't want the moment to end, standing there with Raffe's hands at his hips and the single lonely hand resting against Raffe's chest. So close he could almost kiss him. "If I sit down, this will end." His soft voice came out more breathy with need and want. Nox had never been that touchy feely guy, but with Raffe things were always a little different. The echo's were quiet, but Raffe's touch roused them still but they weren't in control and easy to block out.

The moment was interrupted by the quiet sound of fireworks popping from his wallet. A slow smile spread across Nox's lips and he closed the distance and brushed his lips against Raffe's. He'd promised Raffe it was his call, but Nox couldn't pass the momentary courage up. The reminder that liking a boy didn't have to end in disaster. The incoming text was from Jay. He was either dead and some poor soul took pity on Nox and was informing him, or Jay was alright. The latter was the one Nox chose to focus on, or rather the one he'd hold close to his heart. But there was another man currently on his mind and Jay could wait. The ring tone an homage to their place of birth and the independence it celebrated however long ago it had happened. Just like Nox was finally free of the Atharim... but freedom comes at a price and Nox hoped he didn't push that price over on to Raffe just by association.