The door to Nico’s apartment opens quickly, and despite the fact that Levi’s been pressed up against it for the past five minutes and could feel Nico struggling to unlock it without stopping their kiss, he still almost falls backwards when it does. Luckily, Nico’s arm is still wrapped around him, catching him. Nico’s other arm shoots up to grab the doorframe, steadying them, while he somehow manages to drag Levi closer.
Levi’s fingers tug at Nico’s hair, his body arching, trying to stay up so that he doesn’t have to break their connection, but it’s hard to walk backwards when kissing a guy several inches taller than he is. He finally allows himself to drop down onto his heels, hands sliding down to Nico’s chest. Levi tips his head forward, resting his head on Nico’s collar bone, feeling his cheeks heat like two days ago he hadn’t been on his knees for the man in the back of an ambulance.
That was two days ago, though, and it was--things were--and now he’s got Nico’s hands, hot and heavy, sliding from his hips to grab Levi’s ass and jerk him closer. He can feel how excited just kissing him has Nico, pressing hard against his stomach, and Levi--Levi’s a little dizzy.
Not dizzy enough to stop, though.
He lets his own hands slip down to the hem of Nico’s shirt and then up, under them, stroking over those taut, hard-earned muscles. The shirt gets pushed up as Levi’s hands explore higher, tries scraping his thumbnail over one of Nico’s nipples. The noise it gets from Nico just makes Levi’s cheeks feel hotter. Leaning in a little more, he kisses the skin exposed by the v of Nico’s collar, slides his tongue over the spot and then gently bites.
People, he’s heard, sometimes like biting. It gets another noise from Nico, his hips jerking again, so apparently that’s true.
Somewhere between everything, Nico’s managed to get the door closed again, and he’s herding Levi towards what Levi is hoping will be a horizontal surface. His knees bump against something, nearly sending him backwards again, so for safety’s sake Levi pushes Nico back and twists to see what’s in their way.
Then he pushes Nico away completely to turn all the way around and gawk.
“Is everything okay?” Nico’s hands slide to Levi’s hips again, tugging him backwards, his nose and lips finding the crook of Levi’s neck and doing something to it that nearly makes Levi’s knees buckle.
“That’s your couch?”
Nico pauses, raising his head. He tilts it, studying the monstrosity in front of them. It’s huge, bulky, an ill-advised combination of floral and paisley in shades of seventies orange.
“Yeah,” he said. “I bought it back in undergrad. Twenty bucks at a thrift shop.”
There’s a note of pride in Nico’s voice that Levi does not understand. That couch is not something to be proud of. That couch should have been burned at the end of the decade that he assumes conceived it.
He twists back around, looking up at Nico. Taps his fingers against Nico’s chest.
“So, uh, which direction is your bedroom?”
“Levi?” Nico pushes open the door to his apartment as he calls for his boyfriend. “I brought food! Since you probably haven’t eaten since breakfast.” That last part, he mutters to himself.
Shifting the weight of the takeout bags, Nico closes the door. The apartment is quiet, and he frowns slightly, moving towards the kitchen so that he can set the food down.
Nico is halfway across the living room when he notices it. There’s a quilt, covering the back of his couch. It’s folded neatly, but it hides most of the upholstery.
Smiling slightly, Nico shakes his head, leans down to examine the blanket a little more closely. It’s obviously old, and possibly, due to some uneven threading, hand stitched. There fabric mostly seem to be space-themed, but there are a few dinosaurs.
His attention is diverted from his subject by a noise. Nico looks up to see Levi standing in the hall, wearing one of Nico’s shirts over his boxer-briefs, hair sticking up wildly. He’s yawning, but he freezes when he realizes what Nico is looking at.
“Um. I realize now I probably should have asked first.”
“It’s fine,” Nico tells him, and he means it. It’s the first thing Levi’s brought over deliberately, not left accidentally. The fact that he did it because he hates Nico’s couch doesn’t make Nico feel any less pleased that he felt comfortable doing it.
“My Bubbe Greta made it for me for my tenth birthday,” Levi explains, still standing in the hallway. “It’s...You’re sure it’s okay?”
Nico starts walking towards Levi. Slow, deliberate. Levi’s throat bobs, his tongue darting out to lick those pink lips of his, eyes raising to meet Nico’s.
“It’s more than okay.” He can’t help but add, teasing, “You sure you don’t want it on the bed, though?”
Levi’s eyes widen, and not just because Nico’s reached out to rub his thumb over the patch of chest hair peeking out from Nico’s shirt. Nico’s shirt that Levi is wearing.
“N-no. The couch is fine. I brought it over for the couch. You know, for, um… I thought it’d look nice.”
Chuckling, Nico wraps one arm around Levi’s waist, tugging him close. Levi’s arms slide up around his neck as he automatically pushes up on tiptoe. When their lips meet, he makes a noise, and with a little fumbling, his legs are wrapped around Nico’s hips and Nico presses him against the hall wall.
“You really hate my couch, huh?” he asks when he breaks the kiss. Levi puffs out a laugh, fingers combing through Nico’s hair.
“It’s an eyesore. But... you’re gorgeous, and I really, really like you, so…”
“So you brought your blanket.” Nico’s eyes flicker closed when Levi leans forward and nips at his jaw, wiggles his hips insistently.
“It’s a quilt,” he breathes against Nico’s ear, “You wanna keep teasing me about it, or take me to bed?”
“Tough call,” Nico murmurs, throws back his head and laughs when Levi huffs and shoves at him, but his hands never leave Levi’s thighs, holding him up, holding him close.
The sound of the door closing jerks Nico from the drowsy drifting he’d been doing for long enough that he doesn’t recognize what’s on his t.v. He yawns, sitting up, reaching for the remote to turn it off.
Levi gives him a tired smile, drops a kiss to the top of his head and skims his hand over the back of Nico’s neck, but he doesn’t speak as he trudges to the bathroom. When he comes back out a few minutes later, his glasses are on and he’s stripped down to his usual sleep attire.
Crawling onto the couch, Levi tucks himself into Nico’s side with his head on his shoulder. Nico drops the quilt around Levi, so that it wraps around both of them. As thanks, Levi kisses Nico’s shoulder, nuzzling into it.
“How was your day?” The words are pushed through a yawn.
Nico smiles, his hands coming up to comb through Levi’s hair.
“Fine. How was yours?”
Levi’s answer is a quiet snore. Nico huffs, fond. Moving carefully, he removes Levi’s glasses, sets them on the coffee table.
“I love you,” he murmurs, settling back against the couch. Levi must hear it, even in his sleep, because he sighs a little, cuddles closer. Resting his chin on top of Levi’s head, eyes closed, Nico grins.
“You’re going to be so offended by yourself for falling asleep on the couch.”