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Adult ++
Chapters:
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1,881
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Table Manners
Title: Table Manners
Pairing: Nick/Alex
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Instead of a night on the town, Alex gets a night on the table. (ahem)
Disclaimer: Not real, never happened, no offence meant at all. I love them too much to offend on purpose.
Notes: Written for the 3rd challenge at slacken_ties. I had to incorporate the "wide receiver" card [http://www.livejournal.com/community/slacken_ties/267479.html?thread=5673943] into the fic (hope I did alright with that description). And if I got the (Glasgow) Barfly all wrong, pardon me, I'm on a different continent. :)
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A night on the town, Alex had proposed. After all, they had not done such a thing in ages. As it was good form, he asked all the boys along, while wishing to see only one. And, while Bob declined, shut up in his room, painting, Paul had agreed to go, almost as if to keep an eye on them. He always seemed to be keeping an eye on them. Alex smirked to himself; maybe Paul quite enjoyed keeping an eye on them, and a hand on his prick.
Nick had been avoiding Alex for one reason or another, and a night in a dark and smoky club afforded plenty of opportunities for Alex to make his needs known.
They had met outside Alex's building, walking briskly down the street. Nick has sidled up to Paul, choosing to ignore Alex's burning sideways glances. Feeling a need to show his indignation, he childishly stepped on the backs of Nick's shoes every chance he got until Nick had gotten bothered enough to let Alex step into stride between him and Paul.
The Barfly exuded heat and bass beats when the door opened for them. There was always someone playing at the Barfly and tonight was no exception. Alex kept the drink to a minimum so as not to inebriate himself beyond a slight buzz, leaving his wooing capacity intact.
They loitered around the bar and Alex sipped his wine silently, making as if he was fully engrossed by the band banging it out onstage, all the while watching Nick out of the corner of his eye. From time to time his foot would slide off the bar stool rung and bump against Nick's. He'd never do anything as scandalous as play footsie in plain view, but this was all right.
By mutual agreement, Paul led the way to the dance floor, pushing into the fray. Nick danced with his eyes shut, head swaying to the music. Subtly, Alex twisted his hips just enough to brush against Nick's thigh, fingers grazing Nick's forehead as his arms wove over his head. He caught a disapproving look from Paul and smiled it off charmingly, practically rubbing up against Nick. It was awfully tight in the sweaty crowd.
When his gaze was drawn back to Nick, Alex was gratified to find that Nick was returning the gaze, eyes glinting with an unidentifiable mixture of want, resentfulness, and perhaps the low light of the Barfly. He did not back down however, stamping his feet spasmodically to the beat, giving silent leave for Alex to continue. But Alex did not continue.
Winking fetchingly and giving a parting wave, Alex leant in to shout into Paul's ear, "I'm going back to my flat." He tapped his temple. "Inspiration."
Paul grinned and nodded, not losing his rhythm.
Swiveling through the moving bodies, Alex quickly walked back the way they had come to his flat, head spinning with devious thoughts. He was fairly certain that Nick would understand the message; especially if the way he had returned his seduction was anything to go by. Upon reaching the building, Alex took the stairs two at a time, fingers already working his jacket open.
Leaving the door unlocked and slightly ajar, Alex threw his jacket to the side, undoing his trousers and hopping around, trying to pull them off over his boots. He gave his surroundings a critical once over. Deciding that the table was in perfect view of the door, he smiled decisively and strode up to the piece of furniture in question.
Swiping all papers and things from one end of it to the other, he hoisted himself up, sliding backwards a bit. His skin squeaked as he shimmied, getting his booted feet propped on the edge. The slight provocation at the club had been enough to make him needy and the traces were still in effect. Leaning back on one elbow, he reached down to stroke himself, letting his legs fall apart.
Alex was gratified to hear the footsteps outside his door and then the hesitant rapping upon it, sending it creaking open.
"Alex... your door was open. I just wanted to see you. You left so suddenly and Paul had..." Nick gaped when he finally noticed Alex lying debauched on the dining room table, pleasuring himself. Nick felt slightly mortified, a flush creeping up his cheeks, but also tantalized, transfixed by the display.
Unsure of what to do, Nick just stood in the doorway, eyes flicking from Alex's face down to his splayed legs. Alex tossed his head, blowing the sweaty hair out of his eyes, smiling invitingly. Nick visibly swallowed and resolutely took a step forward, shutting the door with his foot and clumsily undoing his buckle and zip on the way to the table.
The first thing Nick did upon reaching it, was push Alex's hand away, relieving it of its duty. "Not yet," was all he said, rummaging in his trouser pocket for the lube. Alex obliged, balancing on both elbows and sliding his feet further apart to great effect.
Breath hitching, Nick swirled his slick fingers around the proffered pucker, teasing as he was teased on the dance floor, staring into Alex's eyes coyly. Alex cursed, trying to push his hips into the touch without sliding off the table. Taking advantage of Nick's preoccupation, he slid his hand back over his hip and grasped his abandoned erection. Awkwardly positioned and bent, they panted and challenged each other with their gazes. Utterly absorbed by the rhythmic motion of Alex's fist, Nick deemed his preparation sufficient and, holding the slight hips stable, slid in.
Gritting his teeth, Alex slung his legs around Nick's waist, pulling him closer, heels pressing into the small of his back.
The table groaned and squeaked from Nick's thrusts as he held on tightly to Alex's elusive hips that trembled from tension. Alex arched up; leveraging himself and pushing up to throw the arm not occupied with his own cock around Nick's neck, pulling them closer together, foreheads bumping and sliding.
They clutched at each other desperately, nails digging into soft skin and sweat blurring their sight. Alex's arm ached and his arse had gone numb, tailbone pressing painfully into the hard wood of the table. One more twist of the wrist and Alex threw his head back, breathing harsh and hurried, the feel of Nick still moving within him electrified and amplified by his orgasm.
Nick shuddered, mouth open against Alex's skin, loosening his death grip and moving his arms to hold Alex tight around the waist. Strength sapped, they slumped half on the table half off, staring into space and avoiding each other's eye.
Alex groaned. "I can't feel my arse, Nicholas. Do you think you can let me up now?"
Shifting a little, Nick chuckled. "Well, if you weren't such a bloody tease, I would've gone easier on you."
Ignoring him, Alex jumped off the table, gingerly walking over to his trousers. "Won't be able to walk properly for a day or two because of your awful table manners," Alex muttered to himself, swiping at his sticky thighs with some tissues.
Settling on the floor, Nick yawned. "Perhaps you'll change your mind when we go dancing again tomorrow," he postulated innocently.
Alex perked up, forgetting his soreness. Nick was useful at times like these.
End
Pairing: Nick/Alex
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Instead of a night on the town, Alex gets a night on the table. (ahem)
Disclaimer: Not real, never happened, no offence meant at all. I love them too much to offend on purpose.
Notes: Written for the 3rd challenge at slacken_ties. I had to incorporate the "wide receiver" card [http://www.livejournal.com/community/slacken_ties/267479.html?thread=5673943] into the fic (hope I did alright with that description). And if I got the (Glasgow) Barfly all wrong, pardon me, I'm on a different continent. :)
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A night on the town, Alex had proposed. After all, they had not done such a thing in ages. As it was good form, he asked all the boys along, while wishing to see only one. And, while Bob declined, shut up in his room, painting, Paul had agreed to go, almost as if to keep an eye on them. He always seemed to be keeping an eye on them. Alex smirked to himself; maybe Paul quite enjoyed keeping an eye on them, and a hand on his prick.
Nick had been avoiding Alex for one reason or another, and a night in a dark and smoky club afforded plenty of opportunities for Alex to make his needs known.
They had met outside Alex's building, walking briskly down the street. Nick has sidled up to Paul, choosing to ignore Alex's burning sideways glances. Feeling a need to show his indignation, he childishly stepped on the backs of Nick's shoes every chance he got until Nick had gotten bothered enough to let Alex step into stride between him and Paul.
The Barfly exuded heat and bass beats when the door opened for them. There was always someone playing at the Barfly and tonight was no exception. Alex kept the drink to a minimum so as not to inebriate himself beyond a slight buzz, leaving his wooing capacity intact.
They loitered around the bar and Alex sipped his wine silently, making as if he was fully engrossed by the band banging it out onstage, all the while watching Nick out of the corner of his eye. From time to time his foot would slide off the bar stool rung and bump against Nick's. He'd never do anything as scandalous as play footsie in plain view, but this was all right.
By mutual agreement, Paul led the way to the dance floor, pushing into the fray. Nick danced with his eyes shut, head swaying to the music. Subtly, Alex twisted his hips just enough to brush against Nick's thigh, fingers grazing Nick's forehead as his arms wove over his head. He caught a disapproving look from Paul and smiled it off charmingly, practically rubbing up against Nick. It was awfully tight in the sweaty crowd.
When his gaze was drawn back to Nick, Alex was gratified to find that Nick was returning the gaze, eyes glinting with an unidentifiable mixture of want, resentfulness, and perhaps the low light of the Barfly. He did not back down however, stamping his feet spasmodically to the beat, giving silent leave for Alex to continue. But Alex did not continue.
Winking fetchingly and giving a parting wave, Alex leant in to shout into Paul's ear, "I'm going back to my flat." He tapped his temple. "Inspiration."
Paul grinned and nodded, not losing his rhythm.
Swiveling through the moving bodies, Alex quickly walked back the way they had come to his flat, head spinning with devious thoughts. He was fairly certain that Nick would understand the message; especially if the way he had returned his seduction was anything to go by. Upon reaching the building, Alex took the stairs two at a time, fingers already working his jacket open.
Leaving the door unlocked and slightly ajar, Alex threw his jacket to the side, undoing his trousers and hopping around, trying to pull them off over his boots. He gave his surroundings a critical once over. Deciding that the table was in perfect view of the door, he smiled decisively and strode up to the piece of furniture in question.
Swiping all papers and things from one end of it to the other, he hoisted himself up, sliding backwards a bit. His skin squeaked as he shimmied, getting his booted feet propped on the edge. The slight provocation at the club had been enough to make him needy and the traces were still in effect. Leaning back on one elbow, he reached down to stroke himself, letting his legs fall apart.
Alex was gratified to hear the footsteps outside his door and then the hesitant rapping upon it, sending it creaking open.
"Alex... your door was open. I just wanted to see you. You left so suddenly and Paul had..." Nick gaped when he finally noticed Alex lying debauched on the dining room table, pleasuring himself. Nick felt slightly mortified, a flush creeping up his cheeks, but also tantalized, transfixed by the display.
Unsure of what to do, Nick just stood in the doorway, eyes flicking from Alex's face down to his splayed legs. Alex tossed his head, blowing the sweaty hair out of his eyes, smiling invitingly. Nick visibly swallowed and resolutely took a step forward, shutting the door with his foot and clumsily undoing his buckle and zip on the way to the table.
The first thing Nick did upon reaching it, was push Alex's hand away, relieving it of its duty. "Not yet," was all he said, rummaging in his trouser pocket for the lube. Alex obliged, balancing on both elbows and sliding his feet further apart to great effect.
Breath hitching, Nick swirled his slick fingers around the proffered pucker, teasing as he was teased on the dance floor, staring into Alex's eyes coyly. Alex cursed, trying to push his hips into the touch without sliding off the table. Taking advantage of Nick's preoccupation, he slid his hand back over his hip and grasped his abandoned erection. Awkwardly positioned and bent, they panted and challenged each other with their gazes. Utterly absorbed by the rhythmic motion of Alex's fist, Nick deemed his preparation sufficient and, holding the slight hips stable, slid in.
Gritting his teeth, Alex slung his legs around Nick's waist, pulling him closer, heels pressing into the small of his back.
The table groaned and squeaked from Nick's thrusts as he held on tightly to Alex's elusive hips that trembled from tension. Alex arched up; leveraging himself and pushing up to throw the arm not occupied with his own cock around Nick's neck, pulling them closer together, foreheads bumping and sliding.
They clutched at each other desperately, nails digging into soft skin and sweat blurring their sight. Alex's arm ached and his arse had gone numb, tailbone pressing painfully into the hard wood of the table. One more twist of the wrist and Alex threw his head back, breathing harsh and hurried, the feel of Nick still moving within him electrified and amplified by his orgasm.
Nick shuddered, mouth open against Alex's skin, loosening his death grip and moving his arms to hold Alex tight around the waist. Strength sapped, they slumped half on the table half off, staring into space and avoiding each other's eye.
Alex groaned. "I can't feel my arse, Nicholas. Do you think you can let me up now?"
Shifting a little, Nick chuckled. "Well, if you weren't such a bloody tease, I would've gone easier on you."
Ignoring him, Alex jumped off the table, gingerly walking over to his trousers. "Won't be able to walk properly for a day or two because of your awful table manners," Alex muttered to himself, swiping at his sticky thighs with some tissues.
Settling on the floor, Nick yawned. "Perhaps you'll change your mind when we go dancing again tomorrow," he postulated innocently.
Alex perked up, forgetting his soreness. Nick was useful at times like these.
End