Black Box (Agron/Nasir) 22-25 (still chapters to follow)
The beers hadn’t helped much, besides giving Agron the worst hangover in a few months. He decided on a different measure and downed a few sleeping pills, the ones he didn’t want to take after Duro was gone, but at the moment needed to get through the day.
Only when his phone rang, did he wake up.
“Hullo?” He answered with his head still on the pillow. He had hoped for Nasir to be on the other side of the line, but it was his boss.
“Agron, are you still in bed? Come on, get up, you have to be in court!” Spartacus’ voice sounded anxious and that made Agron sit right up. Everything which made Spartacus anxious was worth seeing.
“I’ll be there in time, boss.” Agron replied as he got out of bed and he was surprised that he indeed had slept the day away. He was a bit unhappy that Nasir hadn’t left him a message or tried to call, but they had promised to see each other today and that was what mattered.
With a glance to Duro’s picture Agron set to the task at hand. He wanted to look the part, he wanted to do this for his brother because the world needed to know the real Duro, not the one described in the papers. Agron’s hadn’t wanted to talk to the press a few years ago because his grief was so deep, but they had dug up stories nonetheless, stories that were far removed from the truth. Today the truth would be told.
Saxa had advised him to wear something neutral, but not black. So for the first time in two years he had gone to a shop, asked the lady behind the counter to help him and came out with a light grey suit and a white shirt. The lady had advised him to not wear a tie so he hadn’t bought one. He just hoped that Saxa would approve, otherwise her look alone would surely kill him.
Looking at himself in the small mirror of his bathroom he thought that he seemed to look presentable and trustworthy, but the thought alone made him snicker. Trustworthy drunkass… but then he sighed and straightened up. Not today.
He arrived at the courthouse, but he was early. When he went up the stairs and wanted to go to the reception where somebody could tell him where the case State vs Batiatus was held, he spotted Spartacus and Saxa talking together. Spartacus saw him too and gave a small smile.
“You actually showed up.” Spartacus said and for a moment Agron wanted to give him an angry reply, but he hadn’t given Spartacus much of a chance to trust him.
“Of course, it’s for Duro.” He answered with a nod and Spartacus understood. Saxa took a step towards Agron and looked him all over, making him slightly uncomfortable, until she nodded.
“It’ll do. The clothes say enough about your as a person for this to work. You should wear the colour more often, Agron, it suits you.” She patted him on the shoulder for a moment and it made Agron smile grimly.
He banished all other thoughts from his mind, other than Duro’s face. He knew the questions Saxa was going to pose, he knew that the defense lawyers would try anything to make him look like a fool, but he would have none of it today. Eventually Spartacus and Saxa excused themselves, the day was about to start. Since he was a witness he would have to wait outside until his name was called. He sat down on one of the wooden benches near the door, hopping his foot and trying not to be too nervous about going up there.
“Mr. Metzger?”
A policeman had opened the door for him and Agron tried to breathe deeply. He had to walk down an aisle to get up to the chair where he was supposed to sit in. He had done this one time before, as an expert, for a murder case. That was something completely different, although he had wanted that man behind bars too at that moment, but this was personal.
The policeman held a Bible in front of him, which Agron touched with his right hand while offering the oath to speak the truth and nothing but the truth. The judge who had been introduced earlier that day as Judge Castus, gestured Agron to take his seat and Agron did so, looking into the large room in front of him.
To his right sat Batiatus, his wife Lucretia and Illythia Glaber, and they could rot in hell for all Agron cared. Next to them sat a young blonde haired man and Agron assumed that it was their lawyer. He had expected a battery of them and was quite surprised that it was only one man. A moment later he spotted an older dark haired man sitting right behind everyone and that was probably their second lawyer.
Saxa sat on his left, almost opposite of him, with a bit of distance in between them. The whole office sat behind her, some smiling encouragingly at him, others trying their best not to look at him. And at the back, almost not visible in the bench, sat Nasir. Agron’s eyes widened for a moment and he swallowed visibly. This was going to be harder than he thought.
Saxa noticed this and asked permission to step forwards, which Castus allowed. She leaned forward to Agron, but did not look back to Nasir.
“He said that he needed to be here for you, so I asked the judge if we could make an exception for him. Nasir is here to support you, Agron, so you have to be strong. This is Duro’s time to shine.”
Agron nodded and Saxa stepped away, until the judge called for order and they all listened to him.
“Mr. Metzger, witness for the prosecution. Miss Saxa, if you please.” Castus gesture for Saxa to begin and she nodded her thanks.
“Mr. Metzger, you have known one of the victims very well.” She stated and Agron didn’t know if he had to answer, but since Saxa silenced, he nodded.
“Yes, Duro Metzger was my brother.” He replied and he heard someone snicker from the right side of the room, but chose to ignore it.
“Could you tell me something of your youth together, Mr. Metzger?” Saxa asked.
“Duro and I were alone for most of our childhood.” Agron began as he tried to look into the room but found it difficult. “Our parents died a long time ago, about right after Duro’s birth, I’ve always been told it was a car accident.
“You don’t remember?” Saxa asked and Agron shook his head.
“I was only two at the time. So we went into foster care.” Agron hoped that this part of the story would be over soon, because it always saddened him. He dared a glance at Nasir and only found understanding in his gaze, not a hint of pity. It strengthened Agron.
“What about the rest of your family?” Saxa now asked and she gestured for Agron to look at the jury while telling his tale. Agron did as he was told.
“My parents had moved from Germany, so my whole family lived and still lives overseas. When I was a teenager I went through my mum’s things to see if she had any contact with perhaps her parents, but I didn’t find a single letter or pictures from them, so I just… I assume that they weren’t on speaking terms.”
“We had a good foster family, right up to the time we were teenagers. I was sixteen and Duro fourteen and the family told us that they had no room for us anymore. With the crisis my fosterfather had lost his job and they couldn’t take care of us anymore. I never blamed them, but it was difficult to fend for ourselves. We lived in shelters for a few years until I found a better paid job.”
“And Duro was by your side all this time?”
Agron looked to Saxa and nodded. “I’m his big brother, I was supposed to protect him. I only failed one time.” He murmured softly, but the microphone made his words clear. He could see that a few of the women in the jury had difficulties keeping in their tears. He took a deep breath again and continued.
“When Duro finished school he began waiting tables in a restaurant in town. Most of the time he was home at about midnight, but sometimes it could be later, so I didn’t worry when he didn’t come home one night at around midnight and I went to bed.”
“But he didn’t come home that night, or the morning after?”
“No. It was like he had disappeared. His boss told the police that he had finished his shift and talked about going home, but apparently he didn’t. He showed up a few days later.”
“Is there something you want to say to the people sitting over there?” Saxa gestured towards the three of them being accused, but Agron shook his head.
“We’re done, Your Honour.” Saxa stated to Castus and he directed his gaze to the defense lawyer, who stood with a small smile on his face. He had a dark suit on and a tie, Agron didn’t like him.
“I have a few questions for the witness if you don’t mind, Your Honour.” He began and Castus nodded.
Agron instantly disliked the fellow, the way he stood there, so confident as if he had already won this case. He could vaguely remember Saxa saying something about a lawyer named Cesar, one who had climbed up so fast, it was inevitable that he would fall soon enough. But at the moment, nothing about Cesar looked like he was about to fall.
His suit and tie were an impeccable grey, his tie was about the same colour, but Agron was drawn to the man’s eyes, which were stone cold even if the man was smiling now at the jury and Judge Castus.
“Mr. Cesar, if you would begin.” Castus offered and Cesar smiled while approaching Agron.
“Your brother seemed a very kind man.” Cesar began and Agron suppressed the urgency to nod and smile, instead he just looked at the lawyer in front of him.
“Perhaps, if I may say so, a little gullible? Would you say that he might hang out with the wrong crowd if others would persuade him to do so?” Cesar asked and Agron’s mind drew a blank, he was outraged. How could someone who had nothing to do with his brother ask these kind of questions?
“Is there a point to these questions, Mr. Cesar?” Judge Castus saved Agron from answering and Cesar looked up at the bench where the judge sat, and nodded.
“I would like to point out to the jury that perhaps there were other influences playing in Mr. Metzger’s life than only one phone call from Mrs. Batiatus. There could be multiple events leading up to the point where he might… take his own life… or be robbed of it.” Cesar explained while Agron grew white hot. Saxa tried to calm him down with gestures that he needed to sit and shut up.
“You may proceed, Mr. Cesar.” Castus allowed Cesar to continue and Agron was desperately trying to murder the man with only his eyes.
“Did your brother ever try any illegal substances, Mr. Metzger?”
“No.” Agron answered shortly and Cesar raised his eyebrows a little.
“Are you sure, Mr. Metzger? There were drugs found in your brother’s blood, after all. His hair showed signs of cocaine usage. Your brother always loved to party, didn’t he, Mr. Metzger?”
Agron now stared at Cesar and tried to think of something that he could say. It dawned on him that all he could offer was the truth.
“My brother did not party, he worked. We had to get by on our own and neither my salary nor his was very large, so he took hours where he could. I’m sure it is in your files somewhere and otherwise you can check with his boss. And when you’re on a twelve hour shift, partying is not the first thing on your mind.” He managed to get out.
Cesar nodded at his answer.
“That is very true, Mr. Metzger, but perhaps his drugs usage came from these work hours. Not anyone can take on hour after hour without some help. That the drugs were only in his system because of Mrs. Batiatus injecting them, seems far fetched.”
“Objection!” Saxa screamed. “Influencing the jury!” She stood quickly and pinned Cesar to the bench with her gaze. In the back of the room Nasir had just slightly flinched at Cesar’s hateful words and Agron’s reply. He managed to keep in his seat and follow Agron’s testimony, but he hoped they were soon finished.
Agron now gazed at Nasir and found it comforting to have him sitting there, just for him. Cesar had let go of the topic of drugs and went on with the severe injuries to Duro’s arms and legs, which to anyone else seemed obvious to hide the marks of the drugs needle.
“Did he inflict these on himself, Mr. Metzger?” Cesar asked.
“No!” Agron answered a little louder this time and Castus looked at him for a moment.
“The stress could have gotten to him. A small apartment, no life outside work, a brother always watching your back…” Cesar summed it up and Agron kept shaking his head.
“We didn’t have much, but we were happy, Duro was happy. He wasn’t the kind of guy that you would find in a dumpster one night. He was my baby brother.” Agron’s voice had lowered to a whisper and there were tears in his eyes. It seemed that the jury favoured him and some of them even glared at Cesar.
“One last question, your Honour!” Cesar said and turned to Agron.
“Is Nasir Aziz your lover?”
Agron’s eyes went wide for a moment. This was just what Saxa had warned him for, that they were going to try and pull him into something which had nothing to do with Duro. He decided on a short answer again.
“He is not.” He muttered.
“But you, a policeman in this case, have a relationship with a victim, namely Mr. Aziz, have you not?” Cesar didn’t give him a moment’s peace.
“Objection!” This time Saxa slowly stood and looked at Cesar with a slight grin. “I believe Mr. Metzger was here to testify for his brother’s behalf, not of his work as a policeman. What he had done in the case of Mr. Aziz has nothing to do with his testimony.”
Castus nodded and agreed.
“Leave these questions for Mr. Aziz if you want to still pose them. Mr. Metzger, you may go.”
Agron nodded his thanks to the judge, looked a last time at Cesar and quickly walked down the pathway and to the doors. He knew that Nasir would be following close behind him. The better part of the day had gone while he was in the courthouse, but he was happy to see Nasir up close again.
Nasir wanted to give him a hug, but Agron shook his head.
“Not here, let’s go to your apartment.” He said softly as he made his way through the courthouse, closely followed by Nasir.
They took a cab to the apartment this time, not caring if anyone had seen them. Nasir now knew that Cesar would come after him with questions about his relationship with Detective Metzger, but he couldn’t care less about it. Spartacus had done the arrests, they all had found evidence, they could not loose the case on their relationship.
When they sat in the cab together, Nasir laid a hand on Agron’s leg. Agron smiled for a moment and laid his hand on Nasir’s. Neither of them spoke during the ride to Nasir’s apartment, but when they got through the door, Agron quickly embraced Nasir tightly.
“I was so glad to see you there.” He whispered softly next to Nasir’s ear. “When that… that rat began with his speech I thought I couldn’t survive his questions, but there you were. It gave me strength.”
Nasir looked up for a moment and smiled.
“You’re welcome. I hope you would do the same for me in a few days. I think it’s going to be even more difficult to get him to listen now that he knows about us.” Nasir had seen how Cesar had watched the both of them going outside.
“Of course!” Agron said as he brushed throught Nasir’s hair and kissed his cheek. Nasir reached up to kiss Agron’s mouth and for a moment they were both lost in the kiss. When Nasir pulled back, he grasped Agron’s shirt and tugged him so that they could sit down on cushions together, which meant halfway laying down.
“You look so incredibly handsome in that suit.” Nasir smiled as he brushed his hands down the lapels of the vest.
Agron didn’t say anything, but Nasir could tell that he liked the compliment, by the way his green eyes sparkled and a Cheshire Cat grin on his face. Agron pulled Nasir closer and they laid together like that for a while, until Nasir’s stomach began to rumble.
“Hungry?” Agron asked and they both laughed.
“I guess, I didn’t eat much today. I was nervous for you.” Nasir admitted and Agron moved to kiss Nasir before he got up and pulled out his cellphone.
“Pizza?” He asked and Nasir nodded. Since Agron had heard the address in the cab, he could easily order for the both of them and when he looked at Nasir for his favourite pizza, Nasir answered him that he could go ahead and chose for him too.
About two hours later they sat together in the large beanbags with their bellies full. Agron had wanted to ask a question since the moment he stepped out of the courtroom, but he had waited for the right time.
“Nasir?” He began and Nasir looked up at him.
“How are you feeling? With the trial and all? Are you doing ok?” Agron asked and real concern laced through his voice. Nasir looked down to the ground and the silence grew long, so that Agron almost regretted asking.
“I’m… dealing.” Nasir eventually answered as he looked up to Agron again. “Mira helped me a lot, she’s still helping me.” Nasir jumped a little when he felt Agron’s hand on his leg.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t meant to startle you.” Agron said softly as he removed his hand again, but Nasir quickly grabbed for it.
“It’s not your fault. I remember most of what happened to me now and Mira made me understand that none of it is my fault. None of it was my choice and I was influenced by drugs, although tomorrow they will probably make me believe that no drugs have been found in my system and so on.” Nasir sighed, he really wasn’t looking forward to his testimony.
“I will be there for you.” Agron simply said as he looked into Nasir’s eyes. “Whatever you need, I will do it for you. I know that you’ll be strong and that you will kick that smartass’ ass.”
Nasir gave a small smile, but remained silent otherwise.
“I didn’t like how Cesar could make you feel, while you are so strong. You would do literally anything for Duro and… I saw how you were beginning to doubt, and that he was asking questions about me… I wanted to hurt him.”
Nasir had been frightened for the feelings he had for Agron, they ran more deeply than he had imagined and he had felt the full force of it only that afternoon, when Agron was full of doubt and weary of those questions posed, and had looked up to find support. The change on his face had made it clear for Nasir just how much Agron cared for him and it had taken him all to remain in his seat.
“You can hurt him, by winning this case for us.” Agron began, but then he realised that he was putting a lot of pressure on Nasir and stopped.
“Can we stop talking about the trial for a few hours?” Nasir asked with a sigh. He knew what was coming but he needed to relax tonight.
“Sure.” Agron nodded.
The both of them didn’t say anything, but then Agron stood and held a hand out to Nasir. With a slight smile Nasir accepted and they stood opposite of each other, until Agron carefully wrapped his arms around Nasir and kept him firmly in place, offering support and love.
Nasir let out a deep sigh and cuddled closer to Agron. When they let go of each other, Agron directed a frown at his suit, which was all wrinkled.
“It was stupid not to bring an extra pair of clothes. I’ll have to go home.” Agron muttered and Nasir, who had hoped that Agron would stay the night, just nodded and took another step back. Only then Agron noticed and he gently grasped Nasir’s chin, lifting it up.
“I’m coming back, it’s only to change clothes and get something extra so that I don’t have to go back and forth each time. If you don’t mind, that is.” Agron explained and Nasir nodded quite seriously.
“I could come with you.” Nasir offered, but Agron shook his head.
“It’s best if we’re not seen together yet.”
“I’ll be here when you return.” Nasir smiled and they exchanged a quick kiss before Agron headed out of the door. What he did not expect was to find about five or six reporters camping outside of Nasir’s front door, hoping to catch a glimpse at the key witness.
“Mr. Metzger?! Mr. Metzger? A question, please! Just one!” One of them shouted and Agron tried to hurry along the sidewalk while he desperately sought the number of a cab. He had been a fool not to call one from Nasir’s place.
“Mr. Metzger!”
Agron made the mistake of looking back and got snapped quite a few times, his eyes hurting from the flashes.
“No comment.” He growled loudly as he walked on, but they weren’t about to give up. Suddenly they were all gone and Agron looked back, seeing that Nasir had quickly left the apartment and got into a cab, which was quickly turning the corner, so that they were set to chase it.
Two minutes later the cab stopped over at Agron’s feet and he was hauled in by Nasir, who waved the driver to go to Agron’s place.
“This is madness.” Nasir whispered softly, even the cab driver was looking at them like they were made of pure gold.
“We’ll have to deal with it.” Agron sighed and sat back, while he heard scooters behind them, probably from the same paparazzi as the ones on Nasir’s block. Nasir was about to ask the driver to shake them off, but Agron shook his head.
“They know where I live, there is no point to it.”
And indeed, when they arrived at Agron’s apartment, another ten reporters were waiting for the couple to get out of the car. Now they were photographed together, going into the apartment building. Agron expected another headliner the next day, but he couldn’t care less.
“I never knew I was this interesting.” Nasir commented as they got to Agron’s apartment. Agron hoped that they would not get into the building, but they probably would have a lawsuit on their hands then… Agron’s eyes flickered for a moment, that would be quite an idea.
He quickly went to his bedroom and opened the closet, tossing his suit to one side and hopping into a comfortable jeans and a t-shirt. When he turned around he saw Nasir turning his head away with quite a blush to his cheeks.
“You were peeping!” Agron laughed as he took a step closer to Nasir, who held up both of his hands and giggled too.
“I was not! Besides, nothing I haven’t seen before.” Nasir quickly got behind the kitchen counter so Agron couldn’t reach for him.
“That’s not nice.” Agron responded in a playful hurt tone and pretended not to be interested anymore, walking to his couch and turning on the tv. Only when Nasir quietly made a move to sit by him, Agron tickled Nasir’s sides so they were both laughing loudly within the next few minutes.
Agron gently pulled Nasir a little closer and Nasir responded by cuddling up to Agron, laying his head on the other’s shoulder.
“Thank you, I needed that.” Nasir said softly.
“Me too. It feels good to laugh again.” Agron responded in an equal tone of voice. Then Agron began to softly laugh again.
“What is it?” Nasir asked curiously.
“It’s stupid. I came back for a change of clothes and now it seems we will have to stay here… and you don’t have clothes.”
It seemed so absurd, but Nasir shrugged.
“I’ll wear one of your shirts to the trial, let’s see what Cesar will make out of that.” Nasir grinned and Agron was incredibly proud that Nasir could shrug it all off like that.
“Do you want to… go to bed?” Agron asked, still a little hesitant around Nasir, but the other just nodded.
Agron went into the bedroom and stripped down to his boxers, while Nasir did the same in the bathroom. Nasir had not counted on the fact that Agron had left the light on in the bedroom, something he had never done before, and Agron gasped soflty.
“I knew it.” Nasir sighed with his head bowed. “I look like a monster.”
The large scars on his legs had healed, but they looked ugly and he would need surgery to correct the largest of them so they would not get infected.
Nasir just turned around and walked back out of the bedroom while Agron was trying to get over his shock and wanted to go after Nasir. Of course he had known about the scars, Duro’s wounds had been even bigger than Nasir’s and both on his arms and legs. Nasir had been spared somewhat, in that sense that the wounds had been only on his legs.
When Agron found the strength to go into the living room, he didn’t find Nasir there. The bathroomdoor was closed and Agron just hoped that Nasir wasn’t doing anything foolish in there.
“Nasir?” He asked softly as he knocked on the door, but there came no answer.
“Nasir, I just want to know if you’re alright. Please say something. I’m sorry about my reaction, I shouldn’t have done that.” Agron began and he didn’t know just how to make it better. “I knew about your legs, do you remember? You showed them to me before… it’s just… I forgot. You made me forget. You’re more than those scars, Nasir.”
During Agron’s speech he hadn’t heard one breath from the other side of the door. He knocked once again and this time he vowed to himself that if Nasir didn’t answer he would just knock down the door and see where it would take him.
“Nasir… if you don’t answer me I’m just going to kick the door down.” He warned and only then did he hear a faint sound.
“Just leave me alone, Agron, okay? I can’t… deal with this as well, not right now. Just go back to bed.”
The faint voice sounded so broken that Agron slid alongside the door, down onto his butt, with his back to the door.
“I’m sorry, Nasir.” He repeated and he could hear someone crying now.
“You know that it doesn’t make a difference to me how you look, you’re gorgeous to me.” Agron tried again, hoping that he could get Nasir to open the door.
“Duro… he had… they slashed at his arms and legs.” Agron then said, hard enough so that Nasir could hear him. “When he laid in that hospital bed in coma, I felt so powerless, I couldn’t do anything to save him. I don’t want to lose you too.”
Agron sighed deeply after his confession, blinking back tears. He hadn’t gotten this emotional since Duro’s death and he thought that it might have something to do with Nasir being around him.
The door creaked open just a bit and Agron stood immediately, waiting for Nasir to come out of the bathroom, but he didn’t. Taking the opened door for permission, Agron slowly walked in and saw Nasir sitting there near the shower, with his arms over his now clad legs.
“Nasir…” He whispered softly, but the young man did not look up at him.
“I’m sorry.” Agron said again and went to sit down next to Nasir, who gave no reaction. It was only when Agron pulled Nasir closer that the young man resisted somewhat, but finally he gave in and let himself be embraced.
“I should have remembered, it just took me by surprise, that’s all.” Agron explained and Nasir blinked up at him.
“I look hideous.” He murmured, but Agron shut Nasir up with a quick kiss.
“You’re beautiful, don’t let anyone tell you something else. Don’t… don’t think too much about my reaction. It’s been a long day, I’m tired and that was…” Agron shrugged, not knowing how he should name his reaction.
“The truth. My legs are… they’re not beautiful, whatever you might say.” Nasir now lowly grumbled and he looked down at his legs, where he could see the scars even through the fabric of his trousers. He had memorised them time and time again, wishing they would just go away.
Agron pulled back from Nasir and peeled the boxer shorts of his body, making Nasir look up at him, desperately trying to meet his eyes instead of wandering over Agron’s body. Agron smiled and Nasir’s reaction and held out his hand.
“What… what are you doing?” Nasir asked.
“I’ll show you… do you trust me?” Agron asked and Nasir knew that even though Agron’s reaction had hurt him, he would trust the man with his life. Nasir carefully stood and Agron slowly lifted up the hem of Nasir’s shirt, looking at him for permission. When Nasir nodded he lifted the shirt over Nasir’s head.
It was only when he wanted to do the same with the pants that Nasir quickly laid his hands on Agron’s wrists.
“Agron…” He began, but Agron leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to Nasir’s lips.
“Let me.” He whispered and he kneeled in front of Nasir, pulling the pants off along with the shorts Nasir was wearing underneath. Nasir held on to Agron’s shoulder while he stepped out of the pool of clothes at his feet and he waited for what Agron wanted.
“Turn on the water.” Agron gestured to the shower and while standing there Nasir could just reach the knobs and turned the hot water on. Nasir almost jumped when he felt lips pressed to his legs.
“Agron.” He half protested, half moaned, but Agron did not seem to hear him.
“I will show you just how beautiful I think you are.” He murmured against Nasir’s skin as he kissed from one scar to the other, his tongue darting out to lick the skin, making Nasir tremble.
Warmth spread through the bathroom and Nasir was trying to think about something else while he felt Agron everywhere around him and on his skin.
“The… the water is warm enough.” He managed to get out and Agron rose up to his full height, enveloping Nasir in his arms, pressing their bodies together. They both sighed in contentment at the contact.
Agron helped Nasir into the shower and while water streamed over both their bodies, Agron searched for the soap. He gently kneaded into Nasir’s shoulders, wanting to work all of the tension out of them. He wanted Nasir to rest and to feel safe with him.
“If I do anything you’re uncomfortable with, just say so, okay? I don’t want you to be afraid of me.” Agron whispered and Nasir nodded, not trusting his voice.
Under Agron’s touch Nasir relaxed and he felt soapy hands all over his body, although Agron seemed to hesitate to touch intimate areas. Nasir didn’t say a word and just let the water wash over him, trying to get all of the tension out from under his skin. A soft moan escaped him when Agron reached higher up his thighs.
“Everything alright?” Agron asked in a hoarse whisper and Nasir nodded without opening his eyes. He felt that he was being turned around so that they were now facing each other and Agron continued to wash Nasir’s arms and chest. When Nasir finally opened his eyes he saw that Agron stood at the furthest position possible in the shower, which was not much but he allowed a distance in between them and that he was being ever so careful.
Without saying a word Nasir grabbed Agron’s wrist and tugged him closer, so they were standing almost chest to chest. Both their bodies slippery, Nasir enjoyed Agron so warm and closeby and he wrapped his arms around the larger man, standing perfectly still and surprising Agron so that his hands rested on Nasir’s shoulders.
“Are you…” Agron began but Nasir quickly reached up and placed a finger on Agron’s lips.
“If you ask me one more time if I’m alright, I will smack you upside the head.” He warned with a grin and Agron shut up, kissed Nasir’s finger and then proceeded to press kisses on Nasir’s arm and jaw, whatever space he could reach. Nasir let out a soft moan and pressed closer to Agron, feeling his erection. He wanted to back away, but forced himself to stay in this position, telling himself that Agron would not hurt him.
Agron, who felt the tension in Nasir’s body, pulled back slightly and frowned. He was not again going to ask if everything was alright, but he took a small step back and just cupped Nasir’s cheek with one hand, bowing deeper ever so slowly so that Nasir could step away if he wanted to.
Their lips met in a kiss which soon deepened and Nasir wrapped his arms around Agron’s neck. Agron’s hand slid in between them and wrapped around both his and Nasir’s erection, stroking so that they both groaned in the kiss. Nasir did not pull back from his touch but stayed in his position. It took him not long to reach his orgasm and he moaned Agron’s name as he slumped against the shower wall, Agron quickly following him and embracing Nasir so that they would not fall to the ground.
Later, when the water grew cold, they stepped out and dried off. Nasir could not help but look at Agron, who had been so gentle with him, so different from what he had endured at Ludus. When Agron noticed Nasir watched him and smiled broadly, Nasir realised that he could really love Agron.