Through the Screen

Chapter 116: Epilogue Part 7

it's an escalation of events, to say the least, that has caused the pair to land in a. . . compromising

position. the faintest trace of the argument that occurred earlier had completely vanished somewhere

along noah's arm that wrapped around abel 's shoulders in tight hesitation and abel 's head that rested

on noah's chest in bitter nostalgia—but right now they are so close to each other it's almost hard to

breathe.

their closeness had progressed without context with each minute into the movie, with each glide of

noah's fingers over abel 's arm. right now, abel is partially if not completely on top of noah, his left leg

tangled between noah's, his fingertips learning the pattern of his torso and his cheek pressed firmly

against noah's chest.

noah is occupied with the task of untangling the copper mop on top of abel 's head, one of his arms

wrapped around his. . .friend? husband? lover? there were a lot of questions that were unanswered.

amongst those questions were some that fit into their current situation, that absolutely needed to be

answered before noah can stop himself from doing something more than just touching abel 's hair—but

the muscle in his mouth refuses to move as per his will. it does that at the best of times.

it takes the buzzing of noah's phone for them to even notice the time—it was almost time for dinner and

adrian's name was flashing on his screen in a sour reminder.

"hey, yeah i know it's late i'll be coming in—"

"stay," abel interrupts in a small voice, pushing his face deeper into noah's neck to hide the pink that

decided to dust over his cheeks in an abundance of colour, humiliation and heat.

"huh?" noah tilts his head a little to look at him and abel purses his lips, moving away so he can look at

noah and repeat the agonisingly pleading words again. he really can't let noah leave so soon.

"stay," he mumbles. "please,"

"stay?" noah repeats, swallowing the reluctance in his throat. "like the night?"

"like forever,"

"is this really the time to be cheesy?"

"it's always the time to be cheesy,"

"listen if y'all can stop being gay and let me know if you're coming for dinne—"

"shut up," noah scoffed, furrowing his eyebrows, mostly to hide the flush of his cheeks. "i-i think i might Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

not be able to—"

"yeah yeah, i know,"

"it's literally nothing like that,"

"listen you really don't have to act platonic, you both are literally married,"

"go to sleep,"

"use protection kids,"