Battling the Winter Chill

Title: Battling the Winter Chill
Pairing: Nick/Alex
Rating: Hard R
Summary: Nick and Alex warm each other up.
Disclaimer: Not real, never happened, no offence meant at all. I love them too much to offend on purpose.
Notes: Kudos to Irvine Welsh for giving me the Vaseline idea in his novel "Marabou Stork Nightmare". :D

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The wind howled angrily, whipping at Alex's hair and making his eyes water, the air raw and merciless. He walked as quickly as he could, Nick stumbling after him. Each gust seeped through the layers of clothing as if they were paper, numbing the easily accessible fingers and nose and ears. Nick's teeth were chattering and he felt even shorter than usual, trying to keep up with Alex's long stride.

Once they entered Alex's very warm and cozy flat, Nick gratefully collapsed into an armchair. He was still shivering and the skin that had been exposed to the biting wind looked a very angry red. He pulled his gloves off with his teeth, flexing his fingers gingerly. "We're never going outside again. I've lost all taste for it."

Alex laughed good-naturedly, stamping his feet and rubbing his hands together, fingers throbbing as they unfroze. With a bit of difficulty Alex worked on the buttons of his coat, tugging it off quickly. He tenderly touched his dry lips, hating the tightness of the frayed skin. Walking over to a stand of drawers, he pulled out the topmost and rummaged through it. "Bugger, no chapstick," he muttered under his breath. Upon further perusal, he found a tube of Vaseline that looked usable.

Hands still awkward, Alex uncapped the tube and dolled out some of the Vaseline onto his fingertip. He ran the rich cream over his lower lip, than the upper, sliding them together to smooth it out.

All the while Nick stared intently at the tube of Vaseline. Then at Alex's long, slender finger. Then his glossy lips. "We could find a better use for that Vaseline, Kapranos."

Alex's brow furrowed in confusion. He opened his mouth to speak, but Nick sprung up and placed his index finger against Alex's slippery lips. Shedding his overcoat, he backed Alex into the nearest wall, nuzzling his neck and reaching with eager hands underneath Alex's jumper and the assortment of layered shirts.

Alex squirmed, trying to push Nick's hands away. "Your hands are cold, McCarthy." He banged his elbow painfully against the wall in his struggle. "And can we move this to a more comfortable location. Like the bedroom?"

Nick nipped at Alex's skin, pulse thudding beneath his mouth. "Quiet. You're ruining the moment."

Alex jerked when those cold hands pinched his nipples, hitting his head against the plaster. The hands slid wickedly along his back and dipped inside his trousers to trace his hipbones, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake.

Tangling lithe fingers in Alex's soft hair, Nick kissed along his jaw line and over his bobbing Adam's apple. He grasped blindly for the tube of Vaseline that Alex clutched as if it were an anchor. Uncurling Alex's fist, Nick placed the tube between his teeth. Deftly working open the fastenings of Alex's trousers, Nick pulled them down to Alex's bony knees. Kneeling, he yanked off the boots and the bunched up trousers, almost unbalancing Alex. Standing up, he grinned, the tube sticking out of one corner of his mouth; Alex looked decadent, his shirttails hanging over his pale thighs, a flush creeping up his cheeks.

Eyes intent on the prize, Nick hiked one skinny leg to wrap around his hip. He uncapped the Vaseline with his teeth, spitting out the cap, squeezing out a fair amount into the palm of his free hand. He dipped two fingers into the cream and propped Alex against the wall with his shoulder while he worked them in, twisting for good measure.

Alex's mouth formed an 'o' as he gave a low moan. He reached to undo Nick's trousers for him, clumsily moving his hands between their close-pressed bodies. Nick's breathing hitched as he slicked himself up, pushing away Alex's hands and grasping Alex's hair in a sticky grip. His fingers dug into Alex's thigh as he pressed him even further into the wall.

As Nick slid in slowly, Alex hissed, squeezing his eyes shut and pushing back insistently.

"You're so tight, it burns," Nick breathed, setting a stilted pace. Alex only wrenched his head, causing Nick to tug painfully on his hair, smiling wide. Winding his arms around Nick's neck, Alex pushed his hips into Nick's, balance precarious as he stood on one leg.

Heat coiling in his belly, Alex curled his fist around his aching cock, grasping Nick's hair with his other hand. Foreheads touching, Alex spilled over his fingers, arching even closer. Nick's eyes widened and he came with a small groan, a pleasant tingle spreading all through his body.

Air burning his throat as he gasped, Alex was glad that he had put the Vaseline on his lips.

They slid to the floor, still entangled, clothing sticking to their skin. Nick smiled devilishly, "Now, what was that about a bedroom?" Alex swatted his head playfully, curling his hands in Nick's wool jumper, basking in the steady warmth.

All in all it had been a productive evening.

End