Through the Screen

Chapter 33

"yeah no it's just a stomach virus," noah lied, glaring at abel who was quietly giggling in his chest. the

call had disturbed both of their slumber rather abruptly, and where noah was annoyed by the nasally

voice interrogating him through the phone, abel didn't seem to mind. he was just laughing sleepily at

noah's frustration, drawing uncertain patterns on noah's stomach and hooking his leg lazily around

noah's.

"i'll cover up for it tomorrow john, jesus christ give me a break," noah muttered, voice heavy as he

twisted a piece of abel 's hair between his fingers, wanting for the phone call to end so he can go back

to sleep.

it was five minutes later when noah was done convincing his colleague that he'll be there at work

tomorrow, and abel 's body had gone limp again in his arms, his eyes fallen shut and his lips parted.

noah just sighed loudly, placing his phone on the nightstand and shifting in his place, turning his body

so he can hold abel properly.

"did they say anything?" abel mumbled sleepily in noah's chest once noah pulled him closer, and the

older boy simply placed a kiss against his forehead, shaking his head.

"just said i'll have to make up for it tomorrow," noah groaned, rolling his eyes and abel snorted, pulling

away slightly to look at noah.

"what the fuck is their problem? you never take a leave and they are still behaving like this? i will

fucking—" abel rambled aimlessly and noah just leaned forward to kiss him softly to silence him.

"calm down it's only eight thirty," noah mumbled against his lips and abel pushed against his chest in

response.

"i don't like your office," he pouted and noah couldn't do anything but roll his eyes again, pushing the

hair away from abel 's forehead before wrapping his arms around the younger boy.

"i feel you," noah tried nuzzling his face in abel 's neck but abel was already pushing him away, sitting

up in bed and pulling the covers off both their bodies.

"abel! what are you doing? come here," noah whined, trying to snatch the covers back but abel wasn't

agreeing to it, shaking his head and pulling them back.

"no we are not wasting this day by staying in bed! come on let's have breakfast," abel grabbed noah's

arm, tugging at it to make noah get out of bed and noah just groaned in annoyance, grabbing his

glasses from the side-table and pushing them up the bridge of his nose.

"don't look at me like that," abel stated when noah glared at him with a pout on his face. "come on, we

can have pancakes," abel pushed, noticing the agitation slip from noah's face.

"fine, but you're making them," noah shrugged and abel grinned, nodding and pulling at noah's arm

again.

it was when abel was flipping the second pancake when noah slid abel 's ringing phone across the

counter, dismissively digging into his pancake again.

"who is it," abel asked as he pressed the spatula against the cooked side, and noah just rolled his eyes

before answering.

"chris of course," he answered with a mouthful and abel grunted at noah's tone, placing the second

pancake on noah's plate before answering.

"i'm busy," abel said as soon as the phone touched his ear, and noah cocked an eyebrow at him in

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"yeah tell him i'll write an email about it, but i can't talk right now i'm with my husband," abel poured a

ladle of batter into the pan, and ended the call, watching as the liquid spread evenly inside the metal

dish to form a circle.

"what was that about?" noah stuffed a forkful of food in his mouth to hide the surprise in his tone and

abel turned his head slightly to look at him.

"what?"

"why did you talk to him like that?" noah asked, trying to act as casual as possible and abel only

shrugged in response.

"you took a holiday for me, i'm not wasting that by talking to this idiot," he said simply and noah tried to

hide his smile for a while before giving in and wrapping his arms around abel 's waist from behind,

pressing a soft kiss against his neck.

"i love you," he mumbled and abel leaned back into his grip before repeating the words.

"i love you,"