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Call Morris a man child all you want, but he...

Scratch that, there wasn't a single mature aspect about him, despite all grown-up costumes and vocabulary he was trying to pull off.

It was his mother's fault. It's not that she was a bad person, she just hadn't been born with that maternal instinct in her. She thought that all there was to do was change his nappies, feed him and let him watch cartoons all way. Treated him kind of like a pet.

And what with the boy growing with little compassion, she was used to hearing him cry for 'no reason'. If he wasn't hungry she'd just let him cry away. Hence, he'd resumed to hiding under the bed and stuffing his ears whenever storms occurred.

Even now, the louder the thunders got, the more he had the impulse to just crawl under the desk. But that would be unprofessional.

...Still, his pointers were inches deep in his ears. He'd just seen a lightning, the sound was bound to come. If anything, the pause between the two had to be the most tormenting factor of the whole deal.

When it did come, it was as though the sky was cracking in two. He clenched his teeth and bent over his keyboard, trying to get back to work.

And then it only got worse.

As if the fact he'd closed all lights in fear of not getting electrocuted wasn't enough, a random chat-box popped up on his screen.

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|                                |

| 'Hi Morris.'        |

|_____________|

The cursor started moving on its own, and Morris was freaking out.

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| 'Hi Morris.'         |

| 'Just Chester.' |

|_____________|

Morris was freaking the fuck out. He'd have a legit ghost over Chester anytime. He was so shocked at the happening that the next thunder took him by surprise.

He jumped on his seat and palmed his ears, whimpering quietly.

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| 'Just Chester.'   |

|'Man man quite |

|the storm...'        |

|_____________|

Morris took the desk phone and pressed it to his ear only to remember he'd pulled its plug out. He closed his eyes, breathed heavily and slammed it down.

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|'Man man quite   |

|the storm...'           |

|'I know where       |

|your surge              |

|protector is.'         |

|______________|

Thunder.

Morris gawked at the screen, shaking his head. He jumped to his feet and ran to the door, clawing it open. He went to Rae's desk and tried to suppress the urge to sit on her lap and hug her.

"My computer is hacked by some jerk from IT, send someone."

Rae tapped her keyboard patiently. "Hack, hack... I could get you Chester Enns-"

"Nnnn! No, not him."

She pursed her lips and nodded slowly. "Does requiring someone in your office have anything to do with the storm?"

Morris placed his palms on her desk and leaned on them nonchalantly. "Pfff. Please."

And just then a lightning happened. His elbows started shaking under the weight of his body and he clenched his jaw.

"Right. Should I get Noah Vinson?" When he nodded, she picked up the phone and smiled at him. "Hot chocolate?"

Morris nodded. "Two. With marshmallows." he stood up and paced towards the door to his office, peeking in. The light of the screen glowed as menacingly as any lightning he's seen so far.

He gripped the handle and slowly closed the door. When Rae raised an eyebrow at him, he shrugged.

"I'm waiting for Vin, this is a waiting room isn't it."

He went to the couch and hugged himself a pillow. Over the soft material, his eyes peeked at all the tiny decorations aligned before him.

The upper half of their faces were shadowed while their grins flashed with every lightning. His hatred for them dispersed into helpless fear.

"He's on his way." Rae announced once she hanged up. Then, she started making noises with her sparkly nails, looking at him from above the frames of her fake glasses. "So, you're friends now?"

Morris flinched out of his stare context with the things. He was afraid that if he'd glance away for a second, he'd look back only to see they've moved.

"You could... say that." Morris picked invisible specks off the pillow.

Rae moved a stack of papers out of the way to take a better look at him. "Morris what'd you do."

"I didn't do anything." he said.

"Morris, what'd you do."

"I didn't do anything!" he raised the pillow threateningly.

"If you break another vase I swear to God." she raised a threatening finger.

"It was an ugly vase anyway."

"Just-" she shook her hands in a hysteric manner. "I have work to do."

"No, don't stop talking." Morris hugged the pillow tighter.

She tapped the desk with her nails six times before opening her stereo on the news. Morris let his eyes close against the random flashes from outside and only listened to the voices and not what they were saying (news were boring). It made for a rather bearable atmosphere, he was nearly at peace.

The door opened just around the time they were announcing the weather. Noah entered casually, eyes to the ground and cigarette pinned behind his ear, keeping it in view. It had to be the first time Morris saw any clue he did indeed possess ears underneath all that mess. To match the over-sized head, they were big! He was wearing a thin beanie that barely hanged off the very back of his head.

Once he turned around after closing the door, he raised his head. Eyes went from uncolored to flashy red when the sky lightened up thrice, then returned to transparent.

Despite managing to find the horror in storms, a mere hacker or tiny animal decorations, Morris didn't see anything threatening to Noah's ghost-like skin and red eyes. Huh.

"I'm here..." his characteristic frail voice announced.

"Hello here I'm Morris..."

Noah pulled a face and appraised him with a look, noting the pillow. "Your jokes..." he whispered, shaking his head. "There isn't a God after all."

He walked towards the door to Morris's office and stopped by it, nodding at Rae. The woman wiggled her fingers with a straight smile. "Coming, or..."

Morris reluctantly let go of the pillow and nearly ran to get past the front of the window. Noah frowned, but before he got the chance to say something, Morris was ushering him inside.

Once they entered the darkness of the room, Morris crossed his arms and took a deep breath before hurrying to the black couch. Its red pillows were too thin and tiny, and so he took the earth globe from the coffee table and hugged it instead.

Noah observed it all from near the desk. He slowly rounded it and took a seat, eventually prying his eyes away from Morris and to the screen.

Morris sighed in relief. Noah understood, the way he understood his top hat thing. He wasn't judgmental, choosing to snap at people for their bad jokes or attitude instead of irrelevant things.

Morris was nervously scratching away the mountains of Switzerland when Noah sighed, catching his attention.

"Want to hold me?"

Morris raised his eyebrows, feeling his cheeks heat up. "What's that all of a sudden?" he laughed. It stopped with a cough when another thunder punched its way through the thick clouds.

He stood up and placed the globe down before shoving his hands in his pockets and approaching the young man, silently beating himself over the fact. It was as though the 6 years difference between them meant Morris 13 and Noah 19, rather than 25 and 19.

When he got close enough, he only advanced further, seeking contact but unwilling to take his hands out of his pockets. Noah laughed in a taunting manner and leaned his head on Morris's chest, taking hold of his sleeve.

"Sit."

"You're not the boss of me..."

Noah rolled his eyes enough for them to go completely white, as if he didn't already have enough of that going on. He shoved Morris down and them plopped on him, their thighs overlapped.

Morris slid his hands out of his pockets and around the guy's tiny body, wrapping it tightly before resting his head on his back. He listened contently to the tap of the keyboard and clicks of mouse.

"I did notice the hickeys."

Morris opened just one eye, the other closed against Noah's shoulder, making a noise of complaint.

"So did women, yours. They... they got scary." he hugged him tighter but then something popped inside of Noah him. Morris flinched.

Noah only scoffed, resuming his work.

Morris frowned, starting to swing him left and right. Didn't he care? "Don't you care?"

The young man shrugged.

Morris didn't say anything. The sounds from outside kept getting louder as not only rain, but leafs blown by heavy wind went heard. He nuzzled into Noah's hair, sensing a faint smell of rat.

"So that's how it is..." he murmured.

So whenever Noah would randomly blurt out 'kiss me', he didn't even mean it like that. Two days ago, they did anything but kiss, and yet Noah was satisfied and ready to move on. By saying it he was only attempting to ignite something between them, a fling, uninterested by the romance the idea of kiss suggested.

Morris blew air through his nose to move black and white strands of hair out of the way. He looked at the screen to see Noah talk with Chester through the chat, Firewall and other tasks opened in the background.

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| 'Noah here.'               |

|'Hi haha.Did you      |

|check that link I       |

|sent last night?'       |

|'Yeah haha.gross.'  |

|________________|

"Vin..." Morris said faintly. He was hating this. Noah fooled him into this whole deal to the point Morris started accepting this side of him only for the man to act like this?

"Why was your firewall off?" Noah scoffed.

"I... Some site wouldn't work with it on."

Noah groaned and hunched his back, a couple vertebrae surfacing from his over-sized t-shirt. It was light gray, with sleeves long enough to reach his elbows.

"I should fix your shit up." he sighed, clicking away.

Morris shrugged.

A few minutes later, the door opened. Morris gawked silently while Noah only darted a glance.

Rae entered with two mugs of hot chocolate, two big marshmallows in each one. She stopped at the doorstep, looking at them with a frown and widen eyes.

Morris moved his head aside to hide it behind Noah's. Eyes widened, he listened the muffled sound of heels piercing carpet and then porcelain on wood. Follower by, naturally, thunder.

With that, she left. Only once the slit of light from the waiting room went from thin to thinner and gone, Morris raised his head and took his mug.

He peeked at Noah's fingers as he took a marshmallow and moved it towards his mouth.

"Are you going to eat that?" he murmured.

The man glanced at him through the monitor. "No, I was planning to shove it up my nose."

Despite his irritation, he held it up. Mistaking the white of his hand with the white of the marshmallow, Morris accidentally took a bite a few centimeters too big.

"Ow!" Noah said with a tsk. After typing some while, he went for his second marshmallow.

"Are you going to eat that?" Morris asked.

"No longer care about my diet?"

"I can tell you do." he patted Noah's belly. As absent as before, but he wouldn't pass poking fun at him.

Noah rolled his eyes and pressed the sweet to Morris's mouth before getting back to his work. The man munched away, with a couple sips from his hot chocolate. He was starting to cool down about the storm, only to start getting nervous about Noah's cold attitude.

"Vin..." he said, eyelids fluttering. He was seriously sleepy. Last night, the weather hadn't been any kinder.

"Yes Kent."

"Kiss me."

Noah pushed the keyboard away and turned sideways on his lap. "See, you're acting like a spoiled kid. You got your plushie," he tugged at his own shirt, "you got your marshmallows and you're getting your computer fixed to keep playing Papers Please, the stupidest game." he pointed at the tiny icon on the desktop. "Next, you'll want a barbie wedding. Do I look like a fucking barbie. Don't answer that."

He pressed a foot to the desk and pushed, rolling them away and into the wall in order to have space to stretch fully. After a content groan, he leaned his back on Morris and sighed. "You're a greedy bastard..." he murmured, turning his head to nuzzle into the man's neck. "And it's kind of a turn on."

Morris's eyes widened but then squinted close on their own accord when Noah hugged his neck and kissed him. With only a few seconds hesitation, he hugged Noah close and rubbed his lips with his own, a gleeful tickle shaking his chest. Were he in cartoons, his tie would've gone fully erect.

He palmed both sides of Noah's jaw and moved him upwards only to stand up and place him onto the desk. Noah landed on the keyboard with a rattle, legs parted to make room for Morris.

When Noah broke their kiss with a smooch and attacked his jaw, like Morris had suspected he would (his obsession of it was quite obvious), the man glanced over his shoulder, at the screen. His view was blurrier the more Noah pecked and nibbled at the sensitive hickeys, but after blinking the fog away, he managed to make out the contents.

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|'Yeah haha.gross.' |

|'fnsfajkfn ajkwfl'    |

|'...what?'                   |

|_______________|

Morris grinned wickedly, hugging Noah's torso only to reach around him, to the keyboard.

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|'...what?'                    |

|'just makin out,      |

|i stumbled on the |

|keyboard'                |

|_______________|

Noah tsked, gripping Morris's upper arms and turning his head back. "What do you think you're doimmm-" Morris was kissing just the corner of his mouth since the rest was out of reach. "Dude!" he complained upon reading the text.

"I beat his minesweeper score. He should be aware the soft and well hydrated bottom is now mine."

Noah moved his hands up his arms and on his shoulders, lips parting into Morris's to let out a moan. He took hold of Morris's hands and placed them on his lower back suggestively. The older man raised the bottom of Noah's long t-shirt and reached into his jeans, gripping handfuls.

"Wow that's soft."

Noah made a rather high-pitched hum of appreciation and tightened his thighs around Morris. "Take me you dork-"

Then the door was opened violently enough to slam into the wall with a loud thud.

"Office sex is not real, quit the bullshit!"

While Morris melted into a puddle of shame, Noah flipped Rae the bird, over his shoulder.

"Will you go on a date with me?" Morris said.

Him and Noah were in the elevator, about to go home. The albino didn't glance up from his phone.

"Um."

Morris crossed his arms, briefcase swinging heavily. "It's fun to... to have fun, but my heart needs its orgasms too."

"Ok stop for a moment and seriously just reconsider your choice of words."

Morris did, with a thoughtful roll of the eye. "It's fun to have fun, but my heart needs its orgasms too."

"I just don't get how someone smart-brained can act so stupid. I jut don't." Noah shrugged.

Morris let his eyebrows lower. "You're stupid."

Noah grunted, walking out once the doors slid open. Morris caught up, gluing their shoulders together since they were approaching the exit glass doors. It was still storming. Rain had stopped, but not the cloud war.

"So was that a yes?"

"What part of our conversation made it seem as though I'd want to date you."

"The part in which you weren't insulting me."

"That being?"

"...When you were silent."

Noah laughed lightly, shoving his phone into his pocket and opening the doors with a confident swing of both arms. He stepped outside and looked around with ease and a faint smile.

"Coming?" he asked Morris, who was still inside, hugging his briefcase.

"There was a man who's been struck by lightning trice in his lifetime. 4 years after his death, the gravestone was struck too."

"It doesn't kill people." Noah sighed.

Morris gawked at him. "You were supposed to assure me it won't happen, not that it'll only scar me for life."

"Have you actually seen scars from lightning? They're like cool body art." Noah drew patterns on his skin with a finger.

"You're a lunatic."

"Look at yourself." Noah threw his arms around.

A handful of people exited the building, rounding Morris who was still in the doorstep. The man watched them leave with an expression of consideration, but when a thunder went heard, he inched further into the building.

Noah tapped the ground with a foot impatiently before extending an arm. "Come on."

Morris looked at his hand and tentatively reached for it. Noah grasped his wrist and wrested him out before interlocking their fingers and continuing down the steps.

Morris kept his briefcase over his head as though that'd help. Noah slapped it away with a tsk.

"You're never getting over the paranoia if you keep-" Morris bumped into him to avoid walking past a big tree.

Noah stopped dead on his tracks and let go of his fingers, heading for the tree determinedly.

"Noah!" Morris wailed.

The guy let his side-bag down and wasted no time in gripping the bark, pulling himself up and upper. Morris covered his mouth and searched his pockets for the phone.

"I'm calling the firemen!"

Noah planted himself on a thick tree, straddling it. "You're a fool." (img of noah doing this, up there)

"Noah Vinson this isn't funny!" his voice cracked.

The young man pushed away dark brown leafs, frowning lightly. Morris had the phone to his ear, panting.

Noah lowered his head, picked at the bark for a while and then crawled to the trunk, making his way down. Once his soles slapped the concrete, he felt a slap to the back of the head, sending his beanie over his eyes.

He tugged half of it up, peeking at Morris with the visible eye.

"No, sorry, it's fine now... Yes I know, I'm sorry-" he sighed, lowering his phone and putting it in his pocket. He looked at Noah with knitted eyebrows.

The albino looked at him with no expression, just his eyes were parted. He clapped dirt off his hands before placing them on his hips. "Ok."

Morris blinked and waited for a thunder to pass, shivering as he did. "Wha'?"

"The date." Noah bent down and slid his bag over his head, on a shoulder. "I guess it's doable."

"Did... did my gullible and genuine worry touch you?"

Just- you're impossible." Noah turned around and walked away, with Morris following happily.

no they didn't do it in the office :ó i wouldn't not write all the deets you guysss ;)

I FUCKING HATE WATTPAD'S BULLSHIT EDITOR HOLY SHIT KILL ME. two times I fucking tapped spacebar before every single paragraph at a time and it screwed it and I just give up i will castrate someone i am just done

sorry. that aside. did you like the chapter?

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