POKERFACE || Noli & Chance

The living room was quiet, lit only by the soft, flickering glow of the television screen. Outside, a gentle rain tapped against the windowpane, but inside, the room was perfectly warm. Noli was curled up sideways on the couch, his back pressed against Chance’s chest. Chance had one arm wrapped securely around Noli’s waist, while his other hand casually rested on Noli’s knee, finger lazily tracing small circles on the fabric of his jeans. On the screen, some mindless sitcom was playing, but neither of them was paying much attention to the plot. Noli’s head rested right under Chance’s chin, his eyes heavy with sleep. The small mechanical pocket watch Chance had given him sat safely on the coffee table, its soft, physical ticking blending perfectly with the low murmur of the TV. "You're falling asleep," Chance whispered, his voice a low rumble that vibrated right against Noli's shoulder. "I am not," Noli mumbled into Chance's chest, his eyes already closed. He shifted slightly, burying himself deeper into the solid, grounding warmth of his partner's embrace. Chance let out a quiet chuckle, kissing the top of Noli's head before reaching for the remote. He clicked the volume down a few notches, pulled the soft fleece blanket higher over Noli’s shoulders, and held him tight as they drifted off together in the quiet dark.