Love's A Many Splendored Thing
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Singers/Bands/Musicians › Franz Ferdinand
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,152
Reviews:
0
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Love's A Many Splendored Thing
Title: Love's A Many Splendored Thing
Pairing: Nick/Alex
Rating: R
Summary: Love is all about the little details. [423 words]
Disclaimer: In short, not real, never happened. After having seen them, talked to them, touched them, I felt a bit sacrilegious, but got over myself.
Notes: This is to balance out the sad fics written due to Nick's engagement. Extra fluffiness and incoherence ahead.
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Nick loves Alex's orange socks. He lies between Alex's spread legs and the silky material rubs rhythmically against his spine, Alex's heels pressing him close. Sweat glistens on their skin, arms corded with tension. Alex is panting, hair plastered to his forehead and eyes closed tightly. In case it should be needed, Alex's inhaler lies on the bedside table. Alex slides his hands over Nick's back before pressing ever closer, hands pinching, grasping at Nick's arse.
They are bent awkwardly, sliding against each other, tangled in the bed sheets. Nick's name spills like an unbroken litany from Alex's mouth. Nick loves and appreciates it as he would fine music, pace never slackening, and ducking his head to press his forehead to Alex's heaving, thin chest.
Alex's shoes sparkle and glint when he walks; Nick is mesmerized. He feels compelled to follow the little flashing lights, beckoning to him, leading him away to a dark corner. They press against a wall, Alex's strong fingers reaching up to trace his cheekbones, eyes intent not on the tender motions of his hands, but on Nicks eyes. Each wink and smirk burrows into his heart, and Nick loves each nuance as much as the unrestrained passion. Gaze widening, eyebrows rising in challenge, Alex lures Nick closer.
They kiss feverishly, intensely, and Nick loves each swipe of the tongue and nip of teeth. So enraptured, they do not hear footsteps approaching.
Bob stumbles upon them, their hands up each other's shirt and their tongues down each other's throat. A little mortified, but mischievous, Bob pushes the record button on his little video camera. Now here would be something to see.
Alex opens his eyes and is startled to see Bob. He pulls away from the kiss, yanking his hands out of Nick's shirt. Nick bites his lip and laughs, though he does not find anything particularly funny. They shuffle their feet and mumble explanation, wearily eyeing the camera. Bob smiles, nods, and walks away, camera safely cradled in his hands.
Not ones to waste an opportunity, they latch on to each other, heartbeats quickening. Bob and his camera are forgotten. Nick has quick hands; he has the bright belt undone in seconds and Alex melts under his touch, knees buckling, clutching at Nick for dear sanity. Now his hands are sticky and he's sure to clean them in full view. He reaches his index finger before Alex pulls at his hand to finish the job.
Nick loves a lot of things, but, most of all, he loves Alex.
End
Pairing: Nick/Alex
Rating: R
Summary: Love is all about the little details. [423 words]
Disclaimer: In short, not real, never happened. After having seen them, talked to them, touched them, I felt a bit sacrilegious, but got over myself.
Notes: This is to balance out the sad fics written due to Nick's engagement. Extra fluffiness and incoherence ahead.
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Nick loves Alex's orange socks. He lies between Alex's spread legs and the silky material rubs rhythmically against his spine, Alex's heels pressing him close. Sweat glistens on their skin, arms corded with tension. Alex is panting, hair plastered to his forehead and eyes closed tightly. In case it should be needed, Alex's inhaler lies on the bedside table. Alex slides his hands over Nick's back before pressing ever closer, hands pinching, grasping at Nick's arse.
They are bent awkwardly, sliding against each other, tangled in the bed sheets. Nick's name spills like an unbroken litany from Alex's mouth. Nick loves and appreciates it as he would fine music, pace never slackening, and ducking his head to press his forehead to Alex's heaving, thin chest.
Alex's shoes sparkle and glint when he walks; Nick is mesmerized. He feels compelled to follow the little flashing lights, beckoning to him, leading him away to a dark corner. They press against a wall, Alex's strong fingers reaching up to trace his cheekbones, eyes intent not on the tender motions of his hands, but on Nicks eyes. Each wink and smirk burrows into his heart, and Nick loves each nuance as much as the unrestrained passion. Gaze widening, eyebrows rising in challenge, Alex lures Nick closer.
They kiss feverishly, intensely, and Nick loves each swipe of the tongue and nip of teeth. So enraptured, they do not hear footsteps approaching.
Bob stumbles upon them, their hands up each other's shirt and their tongues down each other's throat. A little mortified, but mischievous, Bob pushes the record button on his little video camera. Now here would be something to see.
Alex opens his eyes and is startled to see Bob. He pulls away from the kiss, yanking his hands out of Nick's shirt. Nick bites his lip and laughs, though he does not find anything particularly funny. They shuffle their feet and mumble explanation, wearily eyeing the camera. Bob smiles, nods, and walks away, camera safely cradled in his hands.
Not ones to waste an opportunity, they latch on to each other, heartbeats quickening. Bob and his camera are forgotten. Nick has quick hands; he has the bright belt undone in seconds and Alex melts under his touch, knees buckling, clutching at Nick for dear sanity. Now his hands are sticky and he's sure to clean them in full view. He reaches his index finger before Alex pulls at his hand to finish the job.
Nick loves a lot of things, but, most of all, he loves Alex.
End