carisi-dreams:

anon asked: Nice sweater. Who shot the couch? with nick?

let’s have some nick & diego brotp, yeah?

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Nick let himself into the apartment, finding Diego on the couch and raising the six-pack of cider in his hand in greeting before going off in search of the kitchen.

“You want something now?” Nick called with his head half in the refrigerator. It was mostly empty save for condiments and beverages. Nick shook his head to himself in faint dismay as he listened for Diego’s answer.

“Yeah! What’d you bring?” Diego called back in question.

“Cider,” Nick answered. He wasn’t one to drink much, but the seasonal hard cider sitting on the shelf at the grocery store had looked good when he had swung by for snacks.

“I’ll take one!” Diego replied and Nick snagged two before letting the refrigerator shut. He opened the cabinets in search of a big bowl for the chips. It took him a minute to locate something suitable enough and he popped his dish of dip back in the oven to reheat before heading back out to the living room.

“My first time here and you can’t even give me a tour?” Nick chided as he came into view. He knocked Diego’s feet off the milk crates with a slab of wood over them he assumed was doubling as a coffee table, and set the bowl of chips on it. He reached out to hand Diego’s cider to him, taking in the appearance of the couch and Diego himself with a little raised eyebrow.

“Nice sweater,” Nick deadpanned as he sank into the couch. “Who shot the couch?”

“Ha ha,” Diego said sarcastically. “First of all, mi abuelita made me this sweater, asshole. Second, you don’t need a tour of my shitty student housing apartment because it’s smaller than a mouse trap. This couch,” Diego went on as he patted a couch cushion, “is a treasured sidewalk find.” Nick resisted the urge to shoot back to his feet, turning to Diego instead.

“You got this off the street!?” he questioned. “It could be infested with God knows what!”

“It’s not infested, your highness. I got it professionally cleaned and I have a cover for it. It’s getting washed right now, but feel free to stand all fall break if you prefer,” Diego smirked. Nick made a face and reluctantly sank back into it.

“I can’t focus on anything you’re saying, that turtleneck is distracting me,” Nick teased with a smirk of his own and a gesture towards Diego’s sweater with his bottle. He brought the bottle up to his lips and the cold cider fizzed against his tongue.

“Just for that, I’m going to have her make you one, too. It’s cozy as fuck, bro, I don’t care how it looks,” Diego replied with an unconcerned shrug.

He turned to the television and picked up the remote, leaning forward and then grabbing a stack of VHS tapes from the right milk crate. They had the thick plastic coating and blue logo of all Blockbuster rentals and Diego spread them out before telling Nick what each was.

“Scary? Classic teen scary light? Or action?” Diego asked.

“Action? I thought we were having a scary movie marathon,” Nick pointed out.

“We are, but I like to be prepared. Must be the boy scout in me,” Diego replied with a wide grin.

“You were never a boy scout,” Nick muttered before pushing back to his feet. “Scary. I’m going to go get the dip.”