Flowers (Brian/Nick)
Aug. 13th, 2007 01:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
timehasa_wayI'm not gonna pretend this is actually good, because...yeah. I was coming back to it off and on all day, and I've been writing some of it kind of half asleep now, so...I might try to fix it up later, but I'm posting it now anyway, lol.
Nick walked through the house one last time. The cameras had thankfully disappeared a few minutes ago, the last of the crew departing from the driveway. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he walked through the rooms. He wasn't sure yet how he felt about the show; whether it was a success or a failure. He was just so damn happy it was over. It hadn't taken him long to realize that fixing years of family dysfunction wasn't going to happen overnight. He was starting to think that maybe Brian was right. Maybe it wasn't his job to fix it after all. But he'd already allowed the full task to fall on his shoulders. God help him if there was going to be a second season.
He froze in the kitchen when he thought he heard the front door creak open a bit more. He'd left it partially open to air the place out. Because that many dogs in a place without a yard? Had serious consequences. Figuring the wind had caused the door to blow open a bit more, he shrugged and moved on.
The quiet sound of careful footsteps made its way to Nick's ears, and he froze again, listening. His heart began to beat faster, adrenaline flowing through his veins. Someone was out there. He was sure of it.
He slowly made his way to the hallway, listening for any other sounds that might give his intruder away. Slowly coming around the corner that would give him a full view of the front door, he nearly jumped out of skin when he saw a figure standing there.
Then sighed in relief when he realized who it was. His heart still kept a quick pace, but out of excitement rather than fear.
The man's back was to him, quietly peering around the house, clearly searching for some sign of life. He smiled at the familiar sight of light blonde hair curling out from under the dark blue baseball cap. There wasn't a doubt in Nick's mind that the front of that cap had a Kentucky symbol on it. The arms were set in such a way that Nick could tell his visitor was holding something, though he couldn't see what.
"Surprised to see you here," Nick said, stepping into plain view.
The body in front of him jumped, turning around quickly. Wide eyes quickly settled back into their sockets, and Nick found himself staring into the comforting crystal blue he'd cherished for years.
"So am I." The gentle voice drifted to his ears with the pleasing lilt of a slight Southern accent. The blue eyes held a hint of unease. "Everyone's gone though, right?"
Nick nodded, smiling when the tension left his friend's body. "Yeah, everyone's gone. I'm just here by myself, getting ready to leave in a few minutes."
"Good. Then I won't have to feel funny giving you these."
Nick's smile grew wider when he looked down at the Southerner's outstretched hands. Flowers. He'd brought flowers.
"What are these for?" Nick asked, coming forward and taking the flowers. He lifted them up, inhaling the scent.
"For a job well done."
He took the flowers out to the kitchen, setting them down on the counter, turning to look questionably at his unexpected guest. "But you hated this idea. And none of these episodes have even aired yet."
"That doesn't mean you didn't do a good job."
They smiled at each other, sharing a few seconds of intimate silence. "It's good to see you, Brian," Nick finally said, walking over and pulling him into a hug. "Now tell me why you're really here."
Brian's smile faded, his blue eyes focused on Nick's. Holding hands with the man before him, he pushed himself upward, his lips gently pressing against Nick's.
Nick stared down at Brian, all coherent thought leaving his brain. He watched Brian's lips form the next 4 words:
"I'm taking you back."
He didn't wait for an explanation; Brian didn't need one. After spending 14 years of their lives together, neither of them had to explain much of anything to the other.
Brian kissed him again, and this time Nick's hand wound its way through the blonde curls he'd recognized earlier, pulling Brian close. Their mouths opened, tongues met, and Nick's heart fluttered in his chest. It had been too long. That's what Brian had meant. The show had pulled Nick's emotions in one direction, towards his family. Brian had stepped back, allowing Nick to do what he had to do for the time being. But now that the show was over, Brian was stepping forward again, reclaiming what was truly his and taking back the time that had been lost to him.
"Fuck this," Nick muttered, tossing Brian's cap aside when it got in the way. Brian laughed, the musical sound touching something inside of Nick that he had almost forgotten about since the whirlwind of the show had consumed him. "Brian," he said softly, his voice nearly breaking with need.
The laugh died away, and Brian's lips were on his again, their touch a promise of making him feel better. He reluctantly allowed Brian to break the kiss when he felt the Southerner pulling away and looked down at him expectantly.
"Which room is yours?" Brian asked breathlessly, and Nick held Brian's hand as he walked him through the house to his bedroom.
They stopped in the doorway, sharing another intimate kiss, and Brian's hands were on him now, feeling their way up under his shirt. He lifted his arms for Brian to pull the shirt off of his body, kissing him again as he felt nimble fingers opening his jeans. Fingers - Brian's fingers - reached through the opening, rubbing over the front of Nick's boxers, the flesh underneath hardening in response.
Brian began moving them back towards the bed, the two of them falling onto it when they'd finally reached it, Brian landing on top of Nick. Undressing Nick the rest of the way and kicking his shoes off, Brian crawled up Nick's body, making the younger man groan when his lips settled on an exposed nipple. His hand traveled downward to Nick's crotch, fingers gently moving up and down along Nick's length.
Nick, who had been pushing himself into Brian's palm, eventually flipped them over, his hands pushing Brian's shirt upward with his lips following behind, kissing a trail along Brian's torso. Pulling the shirt free of Brian's body, Nick focused on the Southerner's lower half, already conscious of the prominent bulge between Brian's legs. He pulled Brian's boxers and jeans off together, kissing the flushed head of Brian's cock. His tongue licked teasingly along the underside when he heard Brian moan, and he smirked when he lifted his head, finally tossing the last of Brian's clothing on the floor.
"I always told you that you were a tease," Brian said, propping himself up on his elbows and smiling down at Nick. "Are we gonna get down to business now, or what?"
Nick grinned, crawling up and leaning over Brian's body. "Depends what side of the business you want to be on, love."
Brian reached up and pushed Nick over onto his back, the two of them engaging in their own sort of foreplay, wrestling and rolling around on the bed. It was a pleasing mix of moans and laughter, of tangled limbs and captured lips. Grunts and sighs were heard as they attempted to outdo each other, cocks touching in the process. The game ended with Brian suddenly submitting to Nick's will, allowing himself to be pinned beneath the younger man's body.
Nick looked down at the tanned arms wrapping around the pillow, the gentle features of Brian's face resting on the cloth, the blonde curls above the length of Brian's spine. Brian was breathing heavily and pushing up against Nick, whose cock rested just between his buttocks.
A shiver of pleasure ran down Nick's spine, but he hesitated. Leaning down next to Brian's ear, he whispered, "Is this how you want it?" Brian gasped at the feeling of Nick's hot breath against his ear and nodded. "Because I thought you came here to take me back."
Brian shifted, and Nick moved to allow him to roll over. "Are you sure?" he asked, looking up at Nick. "It seemed like you wanted..."
"Please, Brian," Nick said quietly, kissing him softly and turning over on his side, his back to Brian. A smile flickered over his features when he felt Brian's lips on the back of his neck and felt the bed shift, Brian's hand suddenly on his shoulder and moving down his body.
The hand stopped at his hip, pushing him forward a bit. He rested his head on his outstretched arm, his free hand reaching out and pressing into the mattress. He felt Brian behind him, cock brushing against his backside. He threw his head back when Brian entered him, his fingers digging into the mattress, Brian's mouth finding its way to the exposed skin on his neck.
"God," Nick whispered, Brian grunting in response.
"Love you." Brian kissed bare shoulder and pulled Nick closer to him, pulling back and thrusting slowly.
Nick's eyes were closed, his breath coming out in small gasps. In just a matter of minutes, he was Brian's again. The outside world had vanished. When he could find a coherent thought lurking in the corners of his mind, he realized he never felt more complete than he did when Brian was moving within him. Brian's thrusts brought their bodies flush with one another, Brian's skin against his. Beads of perspiration were passed from one body to the other, Nick pushing back onto Brian's cock.
Brian's hand was roaming Nick's body, passing over the smooth, heated skin. His fingers teased the raised nipples, ran down along the right thigh, finally moving up between the legs to pass over Nick's cock.
"Shh," Brian soothed, Nick's hips bucking forward as his hand wrapped around the hardened flesh, stroking it gently.
Their lovemaking became more passionate, Brian's thrusts coming faster, and they changed position, rolling so that Nick was on his stomach under Brian, lifting his ass to meet Brian when he pushed forward. Brian was moaning, one hand in Nick's hair, the other still reaching for Nick's cock and jerking it. Nick gasped and whimpered, digging his head into the pillow underneath him, his body shivering in ecstasy. Brian's thrusts were bringing him closer to the edge, the hand on his cock suddenly speeding up. He felt his body tensing and tingling, his balls tightening, and he heard Brian calling his name just as he cried out, his orgasm washing over him.
Brian's last few thrusts were rough and hard, and he came when Nick's muscles clenched around him, shaking violently. He pulled out once he had finished and begun to go soft, wearily settling down next to Nick and waiting for his breathing to return to normal. Nick made his way into Brian's arms, sighing contentedly when Brian wrapped them around him. He laid his head on Brian's chest, listening to his heartbeat.
"I'm glad you came," Nick said, kissing Brian's chest. "Thank you for the flowers."
Nick walked through the house one last time. The cameras had thankfully disappeared a few minutes ago, the last of the crew departing from the driveway. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he walked through the rooms. He wasn't sure yet how he felt about the show; whether it was a success or a failure. He was just so damn happy it was over. It hadn't taken him long to realize that fixing years of family dysfunction wasn't going to happen overnight. He was starting to think that maybe Brian was right. Maybe it wasn't his job to fix it after all. But he'd already allowed the full task to fall on his shoulders. God help him if there was going to be a second season.
He froze in the kitchen when he thought he heard the front door creak open a bit more. He'd left it partially open to air the place out. Because that many dogs in a place without a yard? Had serious consequences. Figuring the wind had caused the door to blow open a bit more, he shrugged and moved on.
The quiet sound of careful footsteps made its way to Nick's ears, and he froze again, listening. His heart began to beat faster, adrenaline flowing through his veins. Someone was out there. He was sure of it.
He slowly made his way to the hallway, listening for any other sounds that might give his intruder away. Slowly coming around the corner that would give him a full view of the front door, he nearly jumped out of skin when he saw a figure standing there.
Then sighed in relief when he realized who it was. His heart still kept a quick pace, but out of excitement rather than fear.
The man's back was to him, quietly peering around the house, clearly searching for some sign of life. He smiled at the familiar sight of light blonde hair curling out from under the dark blue baseball cap. There wasn't a doubt in Nick's mind that the front of that cap had a Kentucky symbol on it. The arms were set in such a way that Nick could tell his visitor was holding something, though he couldn't see what.
"Surprised to see you here," Nick said, stepping into plain view.
The body in front of him jumped, turning around quickly. Wide eyes quickly settled back into their sockets, and Nick found himself staring into the comforting crystal blue he'd cherished for years.
"So am I." The gentle voice drifted to his ears with the pleasing lilt of a slight Southern accent. The blue eyes held a hint of unease. "Everyone's gone though, right?"
Nick nodded, smiling when the tension left his friend's body. "Yeah, everyone's gone. I'm just here by myself, getting ready to leave in a few minutes."
"Good. Then I won't have to feel funny giving you these."
Nick's smile grew wider when he looked down at the Southerner's outstretched hands. Flowers. He'd brought flowers.
"What are these for?" Nick asked, coming forward and taking the flowers. He lifted them up, inhaling the scent.
"For a job well done."
He took the flowers out to the kitchen, setting them down on the counter, turning to look questionably at his unexpected guest. "But you hated this idea. And none of these episodes have even aired yet."
"That doesn't mean you didn't do a good job."
They smiled at each other, sharing a few seconds of intimate silence. "It's good to see you, Brian," Nick finally said, walking over and pulling him into a hug. "Now tell me why you're really here."
Brian's smile faded, his blue eyes focused on Nick's. Holding hands with the man before him, he pushed himself upward, his lips gently pressing against Nick's.
Nick stared down at Brian, all coherent thought leaving his brain. He watched Brian's lips form the next 4 words:
"I'm taking you back."
He didn't wait for an explanation; Brian didn't need one. After spending 14 years of their lives together, neither of them had to explain much of anything to the other.
Brian kissed him again, and this time Nick's hand wound its way through the blonde curls he'd recognized earlier, pulling Brian close. Their mouths opened, tongues met, and Nick's heart fluttered in his chest. It had been too long. That's what Brian had meant. The show had pulled Nick's emotions in one direction, towards his family. Brian had stepped back, allowing Nick to do what he had to do for the time being. But now that the show was over, Brian was stepping forward again, reclaiming what was truly his and taking back the time that had been lost to him.
"Fuck this," Nick muttered, tossing Brian's cap aside when it got in the way. Brian laughed, the musical sound touching something inside of Nick that he had almost forgotten about since the whirlwind of the show had consumed him. "Brian," he said softly, his voice nearly breaking with need.
The laugh died away, and Brian's lips were on his again, their touch a promise of making him feel better. He reluctantly allowed Brian to break the kiss when he felt the Southerner pulling away and looked down at him expectantly.
"Which room is yours?" Brian asked breathlessly, and Nick held Brian's hand as he walked him through the house to his bedroom.
They stopped in the doorway, sharing another intimate kiss, and Brian's hands were on him now, feeling their way up under his shirt. He lifted his arms for Brian to pull the shirt off of his body, kissing him again as he felt nimble fingers opening his jeans. Fingers - Brian's fingers - reached through the opening, rubbing over the front of Nick's boxers, the flesh underneath hardening in response.
Brian began moving them back towards the bed, the two of them falling onto it when they'd finally reached it, Brian landing on top of Nick. Undressing Nick the rest of the way and kicking his shoes off, Brian crawled up Nick's body, making the younger man groan when his lips settled on an exposed nipple. His hand traveled downward to Nick's crotch, fingers gently moving up and down along Nick's length.
Nick, who had been pushing himself into Brian's palm, eventually flipped them over, his hands pushing Brian's shirt upward with his lips following behind, kissing a trail along Brian's torso. Pulling the shirt free of Brian's body, Nick focused on the Southerner's lower half, already conscious of the prominent bulge between Brian's legs. He pulled Brian's boxers and jeans off together, kissing the flushed head of Brian's cock. His tongue licked teasingly along the underside when he heard Brian moan, and he smirked when he lifted his head, finally tossing the last of Brian's clothing on the floor.
"I always told you that you were a tease," Brian said, propping himself up on his elbows and smiling down at Nick. "Are we gonna get down to business now, or what?"
Nick grinned, crawling up and leaning over Brian's body. "Depends what side of the business you want to be on, love."
Brian reached up and pushed Nick over onto his back, the two of them engaging in their own sort of foreplay, wrestling and rolling around on the bed. It was a pleasing mix of moans and laughter, of tangled limbs and captured lips. Grunts and sighs were heard as they attempted to outdo each other, cocks touching in the process. The game ended with Brian suddenly submitting to Nick's will, allowing himself to be pinned beneath the younger man's body.
Nick looked down at the tanned arms wrapping around the pillow, the gentle features of Brian's face resting on the cloth, the blonde curls above the length of Brian's spine. Brian was breathing heavily and pushing up against Nick, whose cock rested just between his buttocks.
A shiver of pleasure ran down Nick's spine, but he hesitated. Leaning down next to Brian's ear, he whispered, "Is this how you want it?" Brian gasped at the feeling of Nick's hot breath against his ear and nodded. "Because I thought you came here to take me back."
Brian shifted, and Nick moved to allow him to roll over. "Are you sure?" he asked, looking up at Nick. "It seemed like you wanted..."
"Please, Brian," Nick said quietly, kissing him softly and turning over on his side, his back to Brian. A smile flickered over his features when he felt Brian's lips on the back of his neck and felt the bed shift, Brian's hand suddenly on his shoulder and moving down his body.
The hand stopped at his hip, pushing him forward a bit. He rested his head on his outstretched arm, his free hand reaching out and pressing into the mattress. He felt Brian behind him, cock brushing against his backside. He threw his head back when Brian entered him, his fingers digging into the mattress, Brian's mouth finding its way to the exposed skin on his neck.
"God," Nick whispered, Brian grunting in response.
"Love you." Brian kissed bare shoulder and pulled Nick closer to him, pulling back and thrusting slowly.
Nick's eyes were closed, his breath coming out in small gasps. In just a matter of minutes, he was Brian's again. The outside world had vanished. When he could find a coherent thought lurking in the corners of his mind, he realized he never felt more complete than he did when Brian was moving within him. Brian's thrusts brought their bodies flush with one another, Brian's skin against his. Beads of perspiration were passed from one body to the other, Nick pushing back onto Brian's cock.
Brian's hand was roaming Nick's body, passing over the smooth, heated skin. His fingers teased the raised nipples, ran down along the right thigh, finally moving up between the legs to pass over Nick's cock.
"Shh," Brian soothed, Nick's hips bucking forward as his hand wrapped around the hardened flesh, stroking it gently.
Their lovemaking became more passionate, Brian's thrusts coming faster, and they changed position, rolling so that Nick was on his stomach under Brian, lifting his ass to meet Brian when he pushed forward. Brian was moaning, one hand in Nick's hair, the other still reaching for Nick's cock and jerking it. Nick gasped and whimpered, digging his head into the pillow underneath him, his body shivering in ecstasy. Brian's thrusts were bringing him closer to the edge, the hand on his cock suddenly speeding up. He felt his body tensing and tingling, his balls tightening, and he heard Brian calling his name just as he cried out, his orgasm washing over him.
Brian's last few thrusts were rough and hard, and he came when Nick's muscles clenched around him, shaking violently. He pulled out once he had finished and begun to go soft, wearily settling down next to Nick and waiting for his breathing to return to normal. Nick made his way into Brian's arms, sighing contentedly when Brian wrapped them around him. He laid his head on Brian's chest, listening to his heartbeat.
"I'm glad you came," Nick said, kissing Brian's chest. "Thank you for the flowers."
This being my OTP aside... :D
Date: 2007-08-13 09:12 am (UTC)Brian needed to make it up to Nick, damn it. I mean, those couple episodes that had the band in them, Brian's face was all pixelated. Asshole. But God damn he sure made it up to Nicky.
Re: This being my OTP aside... :D
Date: 2007-08-13 11:16 pm (UTC)Re: This being my OTP aside... :D
Date: 2007-08-14 01:32 am (UTC)Re: This being my OTP aside... :D
Date: 2007-08-14 03:44 am (UTC)