You, Me, And A Goat Makes Three

[Agron]

Tag: Nasir

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Agron was just returning from his overseas tour which fortunately, was a short one. He wanted to surprise Nasir though, purposely having left out the details of his return. They also had another addition to their family: a baby goat. One that they had called Duro just for the sheer humor of it. Agron’s brother with his good sense of humor appreciated the hilarity. They had adopted the animal and had quickly grown attached to the baby goat. A perfect new member of their growing family.

When Agron entered their house, he quickly took notice that Nasir and Duro were not there. It hardly left him alarmed, for he knew where Nasir often went on weekends: to their home out in the country side. It was peaceful and inspiring to his partner, so Agron did not take long to drop off his bags, quickly pack a couple things and then make his way to their home out of the city, eagerness to see the man he loved and their baby making him move with haste.

The drive felt long enough but he knew it would be well worth it when he got there. He hated leaving Nasir. Before when he was deployed, it hadn’t been as hard, though parting from his brother was not easy. But now … every time he had to leave the man he loved, he felt as if he was leaving a huge piece of his heart, if not the entirety of it behind. A feeling he had never experienced before Nasir.

Parking the car, he stepped out, immediately entering the studio portion of the place, to find a paint hoofed Duro, hopping around on the ground, splattering paint, with Nasir clearly engrossed in his work. Agron couldn’t help but smile brightly at the sight. "Clearly, I can’t leave the two of you alone anymore," he teased him, voice filled with the utmost affection.

[Nasir]

you, me, and a goat makes three Nasir’s dark eyes rolled around in a dramatic display of frustration. “Work with me, DJ,” he grumbled while taking a paintbrush to the hooves of a spoiled rotten little goat. Duro Jr, it seemed, was more inclined to tromp around and gnaw on the spread of old newsprint scattered across the studio floor. “Don’t you want to make a gift for daddy?” Duro Jr bleated and took a large mouthful of Nasir’s hair. A gentle bop to the goat’s muzzle released him and he sat back as the animal bounced off. Agron had been gone for longer tours before but for some reason Nasir just wasn’t able to throw himself into his work enough to make the loss bearable this time. He was lonely and although DJ helped keep his spirits up, there was no real conversation to be had with a bovidae. He heaved a deep breath and stuck the handle of his paintbrush between his teeth. No point in moping around and Duro Jr certainly wasn’t going to paint a masterpiece by himself. Nasir rocked up to his feet and snatched the little goat by the sides, dipping his hooves in paint cans and letting him go to town on a pristine white canvas. “There you go! Good job, little man,” he smiled to himself remembering how Agron used to address him the same way when they first met. At least Agron was a fast learner. Suddenly his work became so engrossing that he failed to hear Agron come home and it was only when he spoke that Nasir startled. His eyes and smile both widened upon seeing him. “You’re back!” He nearly shouted while bouncing to his feet once more to take Agron within his arms and kissing his jawline. “You know, I’d prefer you to never leave me alone at all. Why didn’t you tell me you were coming home?”

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[Agron]

Tag: Nasir

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Agron almost felt guilty for interrupting the sight before him. Almost. The way Nasir had positioned Duro on the canvas, creating a painting … it was all too precious, warming Agron’s heart. Though Nasir’s reaction shoved away any thoughts of stalling the reveal of his presence. When his lover embraced him, Agron wrapped his arms securely around Nasir, slightly lifting him off the ground in the zeal that they embraced one another. Hearing him say that he wished he never had to leave him … certainly had been a thought on Agron’s mind as of late. Consideration that he would not renew his contract once his years serving were complete. But, alas, that was a conversation for another time.

Right now, he just wanted to enjoy being home. "I thought I’d surprise you," he told him honestly, drawing back enough to greet Nasir with a passionate kiss to the lips. Duro, realizing he no longer held their attention, started bleating around their feet, jumping up in the air to be a part of the hug. It was enough to pull Agron from the kiss and look down at their newest family member. "Excitable as always," he teased Duro Jr, reaching down to pet his head a few times before scooping him up in his arms, uncaring of the paint that would stain his clothes before turning back to Nasir. "I fucking missed you so much," he stated, leaning forward for another kiss, unable to get enough of the sensation of Nasir’s lips.

[Nasir]

you, me, and a goat makes three "I fucking missed you more," Nasir teased, returning Agron's sweet kisses without hesitation. "I can never get anything done without you." He gestured to the messy art room. Gobs of paint splattered the walls and floor, drop cloths bathed in bright colors flung here and there and tiny hoof prints speckled to and fro. He shot an impassive look at Agron and shrugged his shoulders feeling the need to explain. "DJ and I were trying to make you a gift.... turned out to be a bit more complicated than I thought." Nasir ran his filthy hands through his hair,a half smile was offered for a moment before it bloomed in to all out laughter, crinkling his nose and the corners of his eyes. It was a brilliant smile -- one that only Agron could coax out of him. "Fucking goat can't paint!" He laughed even harder, moving across the room while shrugging off his paint laden overalls and tee shirt, completely unfazed with his nakedness in front of Agron. Pulling on a pair of equally dingy jeans (but not sopped in paint) he turned, "Want to put DJ out to pasture and we can go home? I don't think I can wait much longer to have you..."

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