Safe by Chris J. "You're high," said AJ, master of the obvious, standing uninvited in the doorway.
"A little," agreed Nick, tapping his knuckles against the edge of the mattress, closing his eyes against the harsh, unfiltered light overhead. "You get off on stalking me these days? God knows I could always use one more, right?"
"I was bored," said AJ. His leather jacket squeaked and rustled as he shrugged. Nick didn't even open his eyes to see the way AJ was sliding his shades down his nose, and turning a now-untinted gaze on Nick's prone body. He didn't have to, he could see it happen in his head, the way it'd happened countless other times.
"A little," agreed Nick, tapping his knuckles against the edge of the mattress, closing his eyes against the harsh, unfiltered light overhead. "You get off on stalking me these days? God knows I could always use one more, right?"
"I was bored," said AJ. His leather jacket squeaked and rustled as he shrugged. Nick didn't even open his eyes to see the way AJ was sliding his shades down his nose, and turning a now-untinted gaze on Nick's prone body. He didn't have to, he could see it happen in his head, the way it'd happened countless other times.
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