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Ephemeral
Adjective: something that lasts for a very short time

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"You... you did what..?" Max's pupils dilated in shock. He was on the phone to Hope again. Nugget watched him, anxious, wondering what the hell she had done.
"Look." She started, her voice serious but not mad at him anymore, "If you do this for me, I won't tell mom that you stole my phone."
Max thought about it for a while, he lowered the phone and looked around the room, but for some reason never at Nugget. "I... fine. I'll do it."
She ended the call and the room was completely silent.

"Umm... what is it.. that she wants you to—"
"Oh my god I'm so sorry Nug, I totally understand if you don't want to come but it would be way less bad if you— hang on I need to slow way the fuck down..." Max inhaled a few times before carrying on, "Hope decided to throw this massive party at our house, and there's so many people they're probably gonna trash it.. but since our parents come back tomorrow she wants me to clean everything... ughh why did I agree..?"

There was so much to process here, but Nugget didn't have much of a choice anyway, since Max was making those stupid pleading eyes again.
"Max. It may have worked the other.. few dozen times you did it, but I am definitely not going.."
...
"I'm warning you. Stop."
...
"..This is the last time those stupid eyes are working on me." (He's said this four times.)

7:26 pm

When Hope said massive, Max didn't expect there to be about fifty people there, maybe even more. "Again, I'm just.. really sorry I dragged you into this." Max apologised, trying to take up as little space on the couch as possible, since there were about five over people on it.
"Eh, it's fine..." Nugget swirled the drink in his hand, before chugging it and considering refilling his cup. "You're gonna get drunk if you keep doing that..." He warned Nugget, even though he was already starting to feel tipsy.

"Nug..? Are you listening to me??"
"Dude, relax. I'm not gonna— what was that." A loud crash that sounded like glass shook the entire house. Max looked over the couch, trying to see what the hell happened, and then quickly snapped back around.
"They broke the fucking chandelier bro."
It was hard to tell what emotion he felt in that sentence, but he didn't seem too bothered. But
Nugget was starting to feel really bad for him.
"And you're supposed to... clean this up..?"
He shrugged it off, "It's Hope's fault, it's not like she can say anything when she invited everyone."
Was he just this carefree about everything?

A few moments of silence between them went by,
occasionally broken by the sound of one of their cups being placed on the table and being refilled.
This went on until they were both equally intoxicated.
"Heyy! How are my favourite ga— oh looks like you two are.. enjoying everything." Hope approached them, but then awkwardly backed away, returning to her conversation with her big friend group.

In a way, it was almost like she didn't want people to know her and Max were related, but she still cared.. not like she'd admit that.
"What was.. what was that about..?"
"Ugh.. doesn't.. doesn't matter anyway. Let's go to my room. Cmon.." Max rose to his feet, almost stumbling over.

8:05 pm

Being drunk brought out a different, more talkative side to Nugget. He was currently ranting about random stuff that came to his mind and what was annoying him, except it was kinda difficult to understand what he was pissed off at.
"I really hate.. when.. people— people a soon stuff.."
"A soon..? Wha.. what's that??"
He scowled, as if Max should know exactly what he was talking about, "You know.. when people think they be— they be knowing stuff.."
"Do you mean.. assume?.." Max corrected him, finding it amusing and giggling to himself.

For some reason, that seemed to really annoy him.

Nugget grabbed him with both hands by the sweater and glared at him, wanting to retaliate in some way, but he just couldn't get his words out.
Max looked back at him, his expression smug, further distracting Nugget on what he intended on doing. His eyes suddenly softened as he moved closer to Max's face. Max felt his heart skip a beat, his mind racing with anticipation. Thousands of thoughts went through their heads, and in each one of them they were together.
They both knew what they wanted.

"Do you want this?.." Nugget wanted to confirm with him, already knowing what he'd say.
"Yes. Please.. just.." He thought for a moment wondering if he just actually ask this.
"Don't.. don't stop this so soon time, okay..?" Max asked, his voice barely above a whisper, feeling more at ease as Nugget nodded in agreement.

His mind immediately went blank when he felt their lips touch, soft, shaky breaths escaping his mouth. Nugget bit his bottom lip, tugging at with his teeth. The feeling of stinging pain and pleasure made Max struggle to stifle his moans. Despite the sting, his kisses grew more demanding, he had clearly been longing for this for a long time. His hips rocked against Nugget's body as he felt the familiar cold sensation of his hands cup his face.

"Fuck.. you.. you taste like cheap beer." Nugget commented through kisses.
"You must love the taste of it then, huh?"
"Shut... shut up.."
Max's breath hitched as he felt Nugget's tongue enter his mouth. He dug his fingers into him, but that only encouraged Nugget further. Breaking away from Max's lips, he started to trail kisses along his jawline, pausing to gently bite down on it. Max let out a small whine, after what seemed like ages of trying to be silent.

"Te deseo..."
"Oh yeah..? How badly?"
"Really fucking badly." He turned away, exposing his neck to him. Taking full advantage of this, Nugget started placing passionate kisses on his neck, his teeth grazing the skin. Max's whines grew louder, his voice shaky. "Wait..." He moved away slightly, "God, I'm so hot... give me a second." Without a second thought he lifted his sweater over his head, dropping it onto the floor.

"Did you just— oh my god."
Realisation struck Max as he faced Nugget again, he felt his face burn up with heat.
Nugget couldn't deny how mesmerised he was by him, and it was impossible for him to keep his composure or control how his face was now blushing a deep red. The only sentence he could form was,
"You're seriously going to be the death of me.."
Max let out a a nervous laugh, before gasping as he felt Nugget's hands wrap around his waist.

Tiredness began to overtake Max and he fell back onto the pillow below him.
"I know I said not to stop so soon.. but I'm so tired, Nug.." He rubbed his eye with one hand and caressed Nugget with the other.
"It's fine.." Nugget laid next to him, still holding him close, "You think anyone's gonna walk in..?" This thought had been worrying him, and it was going to be hard for him to sleep knowing that anyone could just see them.

"Like it's going to be surprising to anyone anyway..." Max attempted to comfort him, and weirdly enough it seemed to do so.
"Yeah, you're probably right." He placed a final kiss on his chest and shut his eyes.

They both proceeded to think about that kiss for the rest of the night.

A/N

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