Word Count: 1095
Warnings: Language, threats of arson, sex jokes lmao
Created for the Tropetember Event - Pining
"I need you to sit him down and ask if he's gay," Stavros says seriously, hand on Rafael's shoulder.
"You already know he's bi," Rafael complains. "He's literally your best friend. You knew before I knew."
"Then why doesn't he like me?" Stavros groans, lurching back and into the wall of the school hallway. "I'm the most attractive person on this planet! I'm smart -when I want to be- and I'm funny! He loves funny people! Stupid Rebecca knows like three puns she repeats, and I can't believe he fell for that."
"Maybe it's your personality," Rafael deadpans and takes the shove, swaying around until he stabilises. "Look, he's kind of dumb. I really think it's just you need to tell him to his face-"
"I have begged on my knees to suck his dick!"
"-and don't make it sound like a joke! Obviously he's going to joke back!" Rafael throws up his arms. "You're dumb! You're both dumb! Be dumb together!"
"What dumb things are we doing?" Nicholas asks excitedly, slipping out of the classroom and throwing his crumpled detention slip on the floor. "By the way, sir gave me detention as if I'm actually going to go, isn't that cute?"
"He's new, he'll learn soon enough," Stavros tsks, slinging an arm around Nicholas' shoulders. "So how gay are you feeling right now?"
"Gay enough for a threesome!" Nicholas cheers, grabbing Rafael's hand and dragging him along too. "Let's go bang in the principal's office and then set shit on fire!"
Stavros wheezes. "I love you so much."
"Love you too, babe!"
The four of them arrive late to lunch and sit at one of the tables close to the doors. The other students are about done eating so the chatter is louder than ever, though there is a wide berth around a couple of teachers who eat at a small table on the far end.
Nicholas is nibbling on fruit because he's not too hungry, Rafael and Stavros on either side, and all of them are too concentrated on eating right now to keep a conversation going.
Nicholas plucks another grape and pops it into his mouth as he looks around. He kicks Stavros under the table. "Think I can get one into the teacher’s cup?" Nicholas plucks another grape.
"Bet?" Stavros asks.
"Suck my dick," Nicholas crows and launches the grape.
He's sitting down and basically has his back to the rest of the cafeteria so he's really not expecting the grape to fly across, over heads and under rafters, just about to land in Ms Connell’s plate until Connell picks up her glass to take a drink AND NICHOLAS LANDS IT!
The cafeteria stutters to a hush because Nicholas is just screaming hysterically at the top of his lungs and Stavros leaps to his feet with his arms flying up into the air.
"That was the greatest thing I've ever seen!" Stavros yells.
Nicholas wheezes, hunching forward over the table. "I'm so bloody brilliant I even scare myself."
"My beautiful champion!" Stavros crows, grabbing Nicholas by the shoulders and shaking him. "My sweet summer prince!"
"I've peaked," Nicholas sobs, flopping back and forth with the shaking. "This is it, it's all downhill from here. Just kill me so I don't live the rest of my life in fucking disappointment."
"Why is there a grape in my water?" Connell asks in confusion and the hall is quiet enough that a majority of the confused students slowly start to understand.
"I saw it!" cries an excitable little year seven. "I saw the whole thing, it flew right in!"
Cheering bursts out from the others in Nicholas’ year as a few friends scattered around jokingly give Nicholas a standing ovation for the shot.
Stavros falls back down into his seat and crushes Nicholas to his chest but it's an awkward pull and they end up almost headbutting each other. The massive spike of elation still swelling up in both of them is enough to cause Stavros to tilt his head just a bit more and they're kissing - and Nicholas is kissing back because he feels good and he wants to feel even better and holy fuck did you see that shot?!
"Huh," Rafael says as Nicholas and Stavros start snogging in front of him.
Rafael looks between the two because...are they going to stop? Is Nicholas going to pretend it was a joke or is he really into this? Not that these two idiots haven’t played gay chicken before.
The two start really getting into it though, Nicholas clutching at Stavros' hair and Stavros with one hand around Nicholas' waist and the other hooked under his knee to try and drag Nicholas up and onto his lap.
No one else cares about the kissing, half the school thinks those two are already in a relationship with all the dumb jokes.
They separate only after the manic snogging calms down into soft, slow kisses that linger. Nicholas’ glasses are crooked and he’s half on Stavros’ lap. He blinks at Stavros who only stares back, their arms still resting around each other.
"Was that weird?" Nicholas asks idly. "Because we're soulmates and all."
"Most soulmates are romantic," Stavros muses. "So aren't you contradicting yourself?"
"No, but we're the kind of soulmates that were split in half at birth instead of being a perfect match, you know? So if you're an extension of me, then isn't this just jerking myself off?"
Stavros cracks up laughing which sets off Nicholas too.
Rafael raises an eyebrow at them both. "That wasn't the stupidest conversation I've ever heard but it's top twenty."
"You'll be my everything until the day I die," Stavros whispers, still a bit breathless from the laughter. "Why wouldn't I want to do this with you too? Why would I ever hold myself back from loving you in every way there is?"
"Bro, that's so romantic," Nicholas gushes.
"I'm being so fucking genuine right now, please don't shrug me off or I'll ugly cry all over you."
Nicholas pauses, hesitates. "You make a good point."
"Any arguments?" Stavros makes sure.
"None that I can think of?" Nicholas admits. "I feel like I should have one, but...nothing is coming to mind?” Nicholas leans back, trying to think.
"We good to go then?" Stavros insists, still clinging to Nicholas' jumper.
"Yes? Yes, sure." Nicholas shrugs. "Damn, I actually can't think of a reason we shouldn't, that's - fuck, alright. Well, bound to happen sometime."
"You really just roll with the punches, don't you?" Rafael muses.