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Nevermore had always seemed mysterious at night. And even if you set aside any attempt to gild its majesty or dismiss its history – it was still a strangely frightening place. Eugene had long grown accustomed to thinking of Nevermore as a living thing: the building breathed with the dust of the past and stories you couldn’t tell. Eugene thought that was reason enough to consider the place animate – at least, it made sense in their case. Either way, the building wasn’t the main focus now. Pugsley, sitting beside him and scribbling something in a notepad – that was what mattered. His hair had become dishevelled from how often he tried to tidy it, so he’d apparently given up. Eugene found it amusing.
“Don’t you think it wouldn’t hurt to go out somewhere this weekend?” he said.
They’d known each other for about a year now, and in that time Eugene had, willingly or not, learned most of Pugsley’s habits. He liked to click his fingers when he was thinking, and let off short sparks from his fingertips when something annoyed him. Right now, his face had taken on a pained expression, and the bruises under his eyes looked particularly pronounced. As if they could be any worse.
“We could, I suppose,” Pugsley replied, his voice hoarse after a long silence. “If I finish the report by Friday, then definitely.”
Eugene instinctively tucked one of his unruly hairs behind his ear.
“You’ll finish it. Why wouldn’t you?” he said with a smirk, frowning slightly. Pugsley sometimes got very dramatic about homework. Then again, he himself often missed deadlines, so… Much nicer to ruffle Pugsley’s hair than to worry about studying.
Addams snorted at his words and rubbed his nose in embarrassment. Eugene liked it when he did that – actually, whenever Pugsley got flustered, he always liked it. Of course, sometimes he was the one who made him blush, but what could you do?
“If you don’t distract me, then of course I’ll get it all done, but…” Pugsley started.
Eugene felt weightless because of that smile, and his own lips stretched into it involuntarily.
“I’m not distracting you,” he protested, biting his lip. “You’re just not good at multitasking, that’s all.”
His fingers were still running through Pugsley’s hair, so he still looked dazed and even more adorable because of it. Eugene snorted and finally pulled his hand away, at which Addams noticeably straightened his shoulders.
“It’s so cute when you get shy,” Eugene chuckled, savouring another dose of Pugsley’s bewildered expression. Oh, he absolutely adored that face. And those insufferable eyes, and those lips, and even those bruises under his eyes. Funny how they’d ended up here.
For a while, he got distracted by his own homework, and even when their legs bumped against each other on the bed, neither paid it any mind. Eugene completely tuned out the world, letting himself sink into the routine of formulas, until after some time he realised someone was touching his hair. When he looked up, those unbearable eyes were already watching him, and those lips had parted into a smile. He tried to remove Pugsley’s hand from his head, but did so with such obvious reluctance that he soon gave up entirely.
“What’s wrong? Not good at multitasking either?” Pugsley said, waggling his eyebrows, making Eugene laugh. He leaned closer, shortening the distance between their heads. Eventually, he buried his nose in Pugsley’s neck, still chuckling.
“Good move,” Eugene said reproachfully, patting Pugsley on the shoulder. Pugsley flushed with pride, and a faint blush glowed on his pale cheeks.
“Oh, come on. You’re the one who starts it,” Pugsley said, clicking his teeth together, his hand crackling with sparks. Eugene snorted, narrowing his eyes.
“You’re easy to catch off guard, so I take advantage,” he clicked his tongue, dangerously close to Pugsley’s lips. He didn’t want to pull back, so the notebook and assignments faded into the background.
“You’re just taking advantage of the fact that I’m too absorbed in my work. Otherwise, I wouldn’t give you the opportunity,” Pugsley said, placing a hand on Eugene’s shoulder and drawing him closer.
“Even if that’s true, you still don’t know how to react – that’s what’s funny,” Eugene grimaced, baring his teeth. He’d recently had his braces off, and now he was learning to live without metal wires in his mouth again. Addams only sighed in exasperation at his words and set his own notebooks aside.
“You know the head is a forbidden zone, don’t you? Would you like it if I tickled you?” Pugsley raised his hand and placed it dangerously close to Eugene’s ribs. Eugene flinched involuntarily but didn’t move away.
“You tickle too well, it’s not normal. It’s all because of your electric shock.”
“That’s because you’re sensitive, that’s all,” Pugsley teased, barely brushing his ribs, making Eugene twitch.
“Even if that’s true, teasing you is far more fun than listening to me scream bloody murder for you to let me go, don’t you think?” Ottinger put on an innocent expression, but Pugsley could only give him a sceptical look.
“Personally, I like it. I’ve got nothing against your screaming,” Eugene said with a predatory smile, poking Pugsley with his finger. He didn’t even flinch.
“Clever,” Pugsley licked his lips, revealing a row of white teeth. Ottinger leaned forward, running his hand along Pugsley’s neck and pulling him closer. Pugsley changed their position, stroking Eugene’s back, pressing slightly on his spine, making Eugene arch. Ottinger loved kissing. He loved the clash of their lips, how teeth got involved almost immediately, how Pugsley pulled him close, sat him on his lap, and let him do whatever he wanted. Eugene loved touching the back of his head and watching the boy’s Adam’s apple bob and his eyes flutter shut. He loved how Addams’ lips became weak and pliant, how he’d run a finger over them and expose those teeth that belonged to him. These thoughts bubbled inside him as he bore down, pressing his whole body against Pugsley, burying his hands in his hair, tugging at it, making Pugsley gasp from his touch. He loved feeling those sparking palms on his body, how those hands would slide down to his ribs trying to slow him down, always losing to him. He loved breathing into those lips, loved tracing those lips, then biting them and hearing the boy beneath him moan and squirm.
He pressed his hips against Pugsley, and when simple kisses bored him, he moved down to his neck. He loved sucking on him, loved biting him, loved hearing Addams laugh from the ticklish sensation, then almost immediately sigh breathlessly, stroking his neck and muttering something unintelligible. He loved how Pugsley weakened, how his body became so yielding, his mouth full of saliva. He loved it because it was fun and because Pugsley looked absolutely stunning.
“You look magnificent,” he rasped, pulling away from Pugsley’s lips and watching the thin thread of saliva stretch between their mouths. Pugsley only nodded, mouth open, breathing hard. Eugene could feel his heart with his palm.
“You look magnificent,” Pugsley replied hoarsely, tilting his head to the side. That sight made Eugene laugh. Even more dishevelled hair, rumpled clothes, reddened lips, a bitten neck, and a bright flush on his cheeks, ears, and throat. Oh, Eugene loved that sight and was far too proud to have been involved in creating it.
“Next time, be more original,” he clicked his tongue, tucking a strand of Pugsley’s hair behind his ear. “And remember – multitasking is the key to success.”
Pugsley only took a ragged breath, and the next moment burst into uncontrollable laughter. Eugene grinned, pressing his whole body against him. He could feel his own racing heart mingling with Pugsley’s frantic beats.