All Nolan could do was stare as Felix undressed. This small boy was covered with so many scares and bruises, it just intrigued him. All he could see was beauty: a canvas that told a story of pain and hatred. Nolan just wanted to hold Felix and protect him.

"Felix?" Nolan's voice came out as almost a whisper as Felix looked up at him.

"Yeah?" Felix whispered back as Nolan stepped closer.

"I-I'm sorry that I kissed you." Nolan said as his head hung and eyes locked with the floor.

"Nolan, I liked it. I only ran because of what Adeline said." Felix whispered, dropping the shirt in his hands and stepping closer.

"I thought you didn't like physical contact." Nolan whispered as a small hand rested on his hip, pulling him closer.

"I don't, but" Felix paused as he looked up at Nolan, "I like it when it's from you. I want to feel it again." Felix whispered as Nolan leaned down to Felix's face, their lips centimeters apart.

"I like it too," Nolan whispered as he pulled Felix into a passionate kiss.

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