some dizzies that i caught

by yourgoodfriend

Summary:

they paint each other's nails and fuck halfway through

Notes:

cis 007n7 transmasc noli. he's agender in my head. this fic uses he/him pronouns for both

007n7's nails are always painted.

Half of the time they're chipped or smudged, but colored nonetheless.

Noli likes this about his roommate. He always accompanies 007n7 when he paints his nails, occasionally painting his own as well. Being the rebellious young adult he is, 007n7 always chooses dark colors like red or black. Noli likes purple and silver.

—

Today, Noli decides he'll choose red. 007n7 catches on quickly, and picks out a deep purple color. "Matching! Maybe you'll even spare me from your shitty nail painting skills today." Noli says, and grins at 007n7. "Yeah, As if you're any better, idiot." 

They banter lightheartedly as Noli picks up the bottle of purple paint, undoing the top and beginning to apply the lacquer to 007n7's nails. "Don't move." 007n7 nods, and watches Noli go quiet, his lips pursed. He's focused, and 007n7 knows he'll beat his ass if he disturbs the other hacker. 

 

God, he’s pretty. 

 

Noli has curly, dark hair that puffs up if it’s too humid outside. Strands of it are a faded purple, previously bleached. It falls down across his shoulders and gets into his face constantly. And it’s soft. 007n7 has no idea what the guy does to get his hair so soft. He’s only touched it a few times, and he finds it insane. Not that he’s complaining. Noli’s hands are nice, too. His fingers are long and slender, and very obviously abused. It’s somehow endearing, the way Noli picks at his fingers when he’s nervous or excited. 

 

007n7 wouldn’t deny thinking this if Noli were to ask. But would he say it on his own? No, of course not. He wouldn’t risk thwarting an already good relationship like theirs. Sure, he’d love to date Noli. But he’s scared. Scared that Noli will hate him, think he’s weird. And he’s angry, too. A defeated kind of angry. Angry at himself for falling in love with someone who was just supposed to be his roommate. 

 

His emotions are a bit of a mess. 

 

—

 

Noli finishes up with one hand, leaning back to inspect his work altogether. He smiles, and all 007n7 thinks is that he wants to kiss Noli. He really wants to kiss him.

 

“You’re staring, Seven.” Noli lifts his gaze with a deadpan expression. “Seriously, why do you keep doing that? You okay?” The hacker’s expression shifts to something slightly concerned, and he tilts his head adorably. 007n7 is smitten. “Yeah, I’m good. I’m thinking about that damn essay..” The lie comes easily, but if Noli weren’t in the same class as 007n7 he would’ve questioned it. Luckily, he is. Noli nods, groaning. “I hate writing. Shit’s too boring.” “Dude. You write code constantly. What are you on about??” 007n7 laughs pointedly at Noli’s exasperation. “It’s different and you know it!” 

 

At this point 007n7 is completely distracted, giggling at nothing. He’s absolutely pining, and he wishes Noli could figure it out. He’s smart, but emotionally oblivious. 007n7 has watched him awkwardly reject many a girl, and a few guys too. He’s not surprised; Noli is attractive, and somehow unaware of it. He’s always talking about how weird it is that everybody tries to bag him, and 007n7, of course, sits there in agonized silence.

 

It hurts. 007n7 would like to say it doesn’t, but he can’t deny that the thought of Noli hating him hurts. It hurts a lot. He knows it’s a little dramatic, but that doesn’t stop the hopeless thoughts. 

 

Noli is halfway through with 007n7’s other hand when he begins to speak. “Noli… I have a question.” “Ask away, emo boy.” “Okay, but I’m not emo. Anyways. I know you’ve had a few guys ask you out, but do you even like guys..?” 

 

This visibly catches Noli’s attention; he perks up and his eyes widen slightly, jaw tensing. 

 

“Uhh. Honestly? I have no idea. I don’t experiment enough for that, hah..” 

 

007n7 notices an opportunity, and he takes it, albeit with doubt in his mind. “Would you ever want to.. experiment? I mean- it doesn’t have to be with me! Just asking.” 

 

“Seven, if I was gay for anyone I know, it would be you. And I can’t think of anyone else, for that matter.”

 

The nail polish is long forgotten. 007n7 is shaking for some reason and his mind is racing with possible outcomes. Is Noli attracted to him, or is he just being nice? 007n7 has no idea, but he’s determined to find out now. “Does that mean you wanna try?” He pushes. 

 

Noli responds in kind. “If you want to, sure.” 

 

“Fuck. Didn’t think I’d get this far… do we just?? Kiss??” 007n7 is starting to regret his decisions, worrying he’s pressuring Noli into something. But Noli agreed, and he doesn’t want to bother him into backing out, either. 

 

“I guess so.”

 

 With that, Noli leans in a bit closer and stares directly at his roommate. His eyes are searching, and wow they are pretty. A deep unyielding brown, flecked with darker spots. 

 

And then Noli is kissing him.

 

007n7’s eyes widen in surprise. He didn’t quite expect Noli to be so forward without warning. But he wants this, and he’s hoping Noli does too. He kisses back hesitantly, eyes closing as they form a rhythm. Noli tastes faintly of nicotine, which isn’t a surprise. Interestingly enough, he isn’t as hesitant as 007n7 is, and takes a leading approach. After a few moments, they part, 007n7 shaking even harder and somehow transmitting his shakiness to Noli as well. They’ve both kissed other people before, but apparently kissing a long time friend is scarier than random flings. 

 

Before 007n7 can speak, Noli is back to kissing him. This time it’s a little more desperate, Noli moving into 007n7’s lap. The two are both out of breath already, and 007n7’s nail polish is definitly smeared. Noli cups the side of his roommate’s face, tilting his head for better entry to 007n7’s mouth. He’s gentle about it, soft personality shining through his longing. He pulls back a second time, 007n7 following his lips. “You’re so pretty, Seven.” 007n7 feels a rush of heat pool in his stomach, hoping he’s not getting hard. 

 

Yeah. He’s hard. Noli has definitely noticed, but he doesn’t seem apprehensive about it. “Hey. I can take care of you?” He notes 007n7’s hesitant expression and immediately backtracks. “If you don’t wanna go further we don’t have to.. I don’t mind, I promise.” 007n7 shakes his head no, mumbling something that Noli doesn’t hear. “So you wanna continue?” Noli grins as 007n7 nods. 

 

—

 

“Sorry if I fuck up, It’s been a while.” Noli is straddling 007n7 now, both of them stripped to their boxers. His hips are subconsciously grinding down on the other hacker. He’s getting more worked up by the second, all the while trying to keep himself still so that he doesn’t overwhelm 007n7. He leans down, lips ghosting against the other’s. “Can I take off your boxers, Sev?” “Yeah.” 007n7 is a bit wrecked by now, his breathing coming quickly and the slight stimulation only serving to make him more riled up. As Noli’s hand reaches down to the hem of his boxers, he grabs the back of Noli’s head and brings him closer, pressing their lips together once again. 

 

“Fuck, Sev.. you feel so good-” Noli’s breath hitches as he straightens again, now rolling his hips against 007n7’s dick in earnest. His eyes are heavy and his voice is rough, a wet patch growing through his boxers. 007n7 is without words, mostly focusing on breathing properly. 

 

Noli, getting bored, begins to slip off his own boxers. As he discards them, 007n7 stares shamelessly. Noli has hair trailing from his stomach down to his cunt, dark and seemingly well kept. His thighs are littered with raised scars, and 007n7 feels his heart constrict a bit. 

 

As Noli turns his attention, 007n7 reaches a hand between them to press his fingers against Noli’s T-dick. This draws out a whimper from the hacker on top of him, his voice cracking slightly. “I kind of got distracted. I’m supposed to be helping you. Let me do the work here, ‘kay?” 007n7 nods again, removing his hand and opting to place it on Noli’s waist instead. 

 

Noli wraps a hand around 007n7’s dick, earning himself a low moan. “You’re doing so good, yeah? What a good boy,” Noli smiles down at him, eyes soft. After giving 007n7’s dick a few more pumps, he raises his hips and lowers himself onto the hacker’s shaft. With no prep, it’s a bit painful; Noli lets out a hiss and hunches over, breathing heavily. “Just.. gimme one second, alright?” 007n7 laughs internally. Noli has seemingly forgotten he was supposed to be helping his roommate out. 007n7 pushes this thought to the side, more concerned about Noli than anything else. 

 

Noli recovers quickly, raising himself before easing back down, setting a slow pace for now. 007n7 feels Noli clench around him. He places a hand over his mouth, muffing his noises. “Shit..” is all that Noli can make out from the string of curses he utters. Noli keens as 007n7’s hips stutter upwards, hitting that sweet spot inside him. 

 

007n7 is silently begging for Noli to move quicker, and the hacker catches on. He picks up the pace, his moans growing louder; a pity for their neighbors. “You close?” Noli strings together a question, to which 007n7 responds “yes”. 

 

“Go ahead, inside is fine-oh fuck..” Noli’s out of breath and barely hanging on. He slows, and 007n7 can tell he’s impossibly close. He brings his hand back down to toy with Noli’s clit, which almost immediately sends him over the edge with a cry. 007n7 follows suit, letting out a moan as he tightens his grip. They both still, riding out the aftershocks. After a moment, Noli flops down onto 007n7’s chest.

 

“You good?” 007n7 quietly asks, his eyebrows furrowed. “Yeah.. we gotta get up though. Go shower or somethin’.” Noli pushes himself off of 007n7’s lap, scrunching up his face as he gets up. “C’mon. I guess showering together isn’t that big of a deal now, hah.” 007n7 smiles wryly and follows him to their shared bathroom.

 

— 

 

007n7 is curled in on Noli, who’s now kissing his hands. Noli is hit with an obvious thought, stopping and sitting up. “Wait. Does this mean we’re dating now..?” 007n7 laughs, back to his usual sarcastic self. “I guess. Or we could just fuck, y’know: friends with benefits or whatever that shit’s called.” He waves a hand as Noli frowns. “I’m joking. If you wanna date then I’m up for it. That’s what I was hoping for, anyways.” Noli nods, and settles back into 007n7’s chest.  

 

“I like you a lot, y’know that right?” 

“We just had sex, Seven. It would be bad if you didn’t.” 

“Eh. Fair point.”