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Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby - Cigarettes After Sex

(Now) (Maintenant entre parenthèses) directed by Babette Mangolte in 1976.

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You're All I Want

pair: boyd holbrook • pedro pascal

genre: lgbtq+, fluff

audience / rating: T

contains: soft and fluff, strong language, gay sex mention, narcos© mention, boyd being teasing, pedro being a male-wife, cute teasing platoromantic-queer-boys, rain makes things sadder but softer, cigarettes after sex mention, pedro being soft asf, boyd too, flashbacks.

word count: 1.5k

music is highly recommended to have a full experience of the fic. especially "you're all I want" by cigarettes after sex.

enjoy. ;)

The flashes of the streetlights turned on earlier than normal entered through the window that overlooked the living room of the actors' apartment. The rain was light, and the sky was too crowded and dark for it to be six in the afternoon. It used to get dark at eight.

The cold invaded the apartment abundantly, the heating was on but it was not a flame large and powerful enough to heat all the corners of the place. The rugs had already been taken out, the teapot and coffee pot had been taken out, the hot food was on the table, which was releasing steam indicating that it was probably delicious too.

Pascal cooked, for the first time in a long time. He was not a man who really liked to cook, nor was he a person who would like to do homemade things (it depended on the case), but in this case he motivated himself and made something to eat. But having his nose on the aroma of the food so much had turned off his appetite. Boyd didn't seem very hungry either.

They were both under a large purple blanket, it was made of good fabric and it had cost them an arm and a leg, they were semi-lying on their sofa bed, looking for something on Netflix, to see what they could find. They made an action-comedy movie, one of their favorite genres. Boyd was more of a comedy, Pedro was more of an action guy. They decided to see that one.

***

Half an hour had already passed, the movie was still going and everything was fine. The two ate the food that the Chilean had prepared, which was very typical Chilean food. They were fried pine empanadas. The dough was made with the basics; flour, eggs, milk, white wine. Pine consists of lean meat, onion, spices, etc.

The one with some gray hair had one filled with meat and chopped onion with cut olives, and Boyd had one with beef without olives. His mouth was watering with each bite, enjoying the intense flavor in his mouth with the crunchy dough (filled with spices and a little more white wine than normal, Pedrito's touch).

The oldest smiled as he ate and chewed, he was giving himself credit and rightly so, everything was too good. Holbrook let out a sigh of pleasure at how good he was, placing his food on the plate that was in his lap. The movie was still on, and the shots and screams from the TV sounded in the background among the conversation.

"God, Pedro, this is too good. You deserve a round of applause, I didn't know you cook so well." Boyd commented after swallowing his food, looking at him with a slight gleam in his eyes. Pedro felt his heart become even warmer, which pumped faster.

"I didn't even know I cooked so well. Thanks Boyd, I'm glad you like it." Pedro smiled without showing his teeth, taking another bite of his empanada with filling. He felt his cheeks warm from the praise, but the blush could not be seen on them.

Boyd was paying attention to the movie again, watching as they captured a man who was a bastard. The police officer spat at him and almost jumped on him to hit him, but the officer's partner grabbed him from behind and pushed him away.

Boyd had déjá vù.

"I remembered when we recorded in Narcos. I was very angry that day because of what happened with my wife and I let it out. I remember when Chris scolded me for spitting at Cataño. You stopped me and that wasn't in the script. I'm glad you did it." Boyd said without looking at Pedro, who was looking attentively at the gringo, smiling slightly at having that memory.

"If you still had the chance, you would hit him and apologize, I understand you. I'm glad I stopped you." The Chilean added, smiling with some euphoria at the memory.

Then, the action scene changed to a sex scene.

It showed what was happening on the other side, while they captured the psychopath they had attacked.

The eyes of both totally heterosexual adults widened, for some reason an uncomfortable feeling settled in their chest when it was nothing new, it was just two people having passionate sex and they were doing it too. Before.

Maybe it was because it was a gay sex scene?

Pedro got nervous for some reason, not knowing what to do. He took the controller at the same time as Boyd, who had his hand on top of his which he was squeezing lightly on the controller. In the end, due to nerves, Pedro ended up releasing the control and Holbrook advanced the scene. They both laughed awkwardly and nervously.

"Sorry, I didn't know what-"

"Don't worry, it's normal for these things to happen..."

"Yes, haha. Sorry."

"Don't worry." The one with glasses spoke for the last time.

For the rest of the movie they were completely silent, the only thing that could be heard was the television, the raindrops and the bites of food, but the voices stopped. The tension rose again.

The bad thing or the good thing, the good thing?, is that Pascal had been thinking about the friction, the electrifying squeeze they had had, the sex scene and everything. Throughout. His stomach churned with so many feelings accumulated, and his chest seemed to become concave for that very reason. He swallowed, now waiting for the movie to end so he could speak.

He even panicked very slightly for a few seconds (although he didn't show it, he knew how to act well) when he heard Boyd speak again, looking at him with open eyes.

"Do you prefer to see another movie? Or some series?" Boyd looked at him with his passive-active eyes, blue like the most beautiful sapphires Pedro had ever seen.

He swallowed, he felt his cheeks blush slightly, just a little. He bit the inside of his cheeks.

"And if better... Shall we listen to some music?"

Boyd smiled at that proposal, leaving his arm on the back of the couch.

"I think it seems like a good idea. Suggestions?" Meanwhile the gringo opened Spotify on his cell phone to connect it to the TV.

Pedro thought for a few seconds, so as to look outside the apartment, at the window and at the semi-starry sky that was covered by storm clouds, and how the raindrops spread across the window glass.

"A friend recommended a band to me. The truth is that I don't dislike it at all, it's not very my style but I like it because it relaxes, it relaxes a lot."

"Name?"

"You're All I Want", by Cigarettes After Sex." Maybe it was a hint, maybe not, who knows.

Boyd listened and connected his cell phone to the television, letting the song play. He got deeper into the blanket, a little closer to Pedro. The one with dimples did the same. He ended up resting his head on Boyd's shoulder, and Boyd rested his cheek on Pedro's head, watching the song's lyrics slide across the screen.

"You would use your songs to say the words you couldn't say

And every word you sang was about you and me

I loved everything you wrote

And when you would sing I felt that my heart was falling. "

" You're all I want

We fucked so hot it left me faded

For all you are

There is no other love, it's only yours

You're all I want, all I love. "

The American chuckled as he listened to the lyrics, still looking at the screen while he slowly caressed the older man's shoulder.

"Are you still in love with your wife as if you were children? God, you're like a fifteen year old teenager." The blonde commented.

The Chilean laughed a little redder on his cheeks, embarrassed by what he had said. It wasn't about his wife though.

"Stop teasing around, that's not it. I just like the song, nothing more." He said in a hoarse tone, he was beginning to feel a little tired in Boyd's arms.

The taller one was just smiling slightly, after the mini conversation he felt hands on his arms. He was now behind Pedro, hugging him while they were both covered by that warm blanket, and Pedro had left his hands on the arms that covered him. He ended up closing his eyes and falling asleep, then Boyd followed him.

The rain had stopped when they both fell asleep, and the melancholic group's songs were still playing in the background.