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“What a way to end the night.”
Alex smiled at Nick as he said it. His sweat plastered on his body, it shimmered in the light of of the small room. It was lit only by a lamp but it did a great deal for Nick to see Alex’s handsome face.
Nick had just collapsed on the couch, hand on his stomach, legs propped up on the armrest, his head on the other, snug on the small couch. Alex leaned tiredly on the armrest himself, still trying to catch his breath as he stood there. They had just ended a gig and the two men ran away from their crazy fans into a room reserved as a dressing room in the building. Paul and Bob had went to get drinks as their way of running away, leaving the two men alone together.
Nick was glad for it too. He watched Alex stand there breathless, basically shimmering in the light. He looked amazing for a man, Nick had to admit it. But Nick had always thought that. Alex was always a man of great looks, like a statue designed and chizzled to perfection. He was made this way, he was made perfect in every way.
Holy shit, Nick snapped his mind away from his thoughts, what am I thinking? I need to stop doing this...
These thoughts of Alex had been sneaking into his head way too often lately. Nick had always been able to push them away before, but they were so strong now, he didnt think he could. Every time he saw Alex the urges seemed to get stronger. Hiss longing for the man. It wouldnt leave him. He doubted Alex felt the same way too anyways. Or did he?
Nick's mind flooded back to the last song of the night. Of course it had to be Micheal. At the same time Nick's thoughts really got out of hand. Nick could see Alex in the blinding stage lights the color of the ocean. It matched Alex's shirt, that was practically ripped open, exposing the man's bare chest. Alex singing, eyes closed, hand working on the guitar strings as he sang with that angel voice of his. Nick bit his lip remembering Alex coming close to Nick, singing, smirking, looking in his eyes. Every word he sang sent shivers across his skin, causing Nick to struggle in keeping up with his back-up vocals. He couldnt focus. Not with Alex staring and singing like that, singing together, bobbing to the music together, the dirtiest words coming out of the men with the lowest, sexiest voice from Alex. God, how was he supposed to take it?
"Yeah," Nick finally replied to Alex embarrassingly late, "what a way... "
"The tension was...something, wasnt it?" Alex glanced at Nick, then to the blank creamy wall.
"It was something... " Nick's voice was dreamy, clearly his mind wasn’t in the present. And Alex could sense it. There was no better time than now to make the move.
"Nick, what are you thinking about?" Alex turned his body towards Nick and saw his eyes, also seeming off in some dreamlike state and in the direction of Alex. For a moment they stayed like that, then with a blink Nick's thoughtful eyes transformed into the alert blue orbs they usually were.
"Oh! just--"
"Wasn't about tonight was it?" Alex placed his hands carefully on the outside of Nick's calves, leaning closer over him. "Wasn’t, maybe, about me, was it?"
Nick was stunned by the look on Alex's face. In one moment it had went to friendly to flirtatious. And, God, that low voice. It wasnt unfamiliar to Nick. Well -- it was unfamiliar to be used towards him. Alex would only ever use that sexy voice to a woman. Nick was definitely not a woman. His face immediately showed gave away the answer to Alex’s question. It was him he was thinking about. It only urged Alex forward.
Alex ran his hands further up Nick's legs, feeling the shape of them under his skinny jeans. He slowly climbed over the armrest and onto the couch with Nick as he did so. Alex's slender hands eventually rested at the other man's waist, gripping them firmly. His face was now only inches away from Nick's. And Nick, meanwhile, was entirely speechless. His face matched the color of his flushed red shirt, his mouth hung slightly open in astonishment of what was happening. Something like this only happened in dreams. And Alex couldn’t say that Nick didn’t look adorable like this.
"Tell me, Nick." Alex pressed his leg against the crotch of Nick's jeans. "Were you thinking about me?"
Nick blinked a few times, trying to gather himself together. Trying to act as cool as Alex was being. Alex loved it. He loved how dazed Nick was because of him, but he didnt let his pleasure be shown. "How did you know?" Nick managed to mutter to the blonde, his breath warm on Alex's lips. He tried to sound sexy, but his voice shook with anticipation.
"I saw that look on you face, dont think I never see it." Alex snuck his hands further up Nick's body, taking each inch of it in. "You’re really obvious, you know that?" Alex allowed himself to smirk at that.
Nick let out an amused breath. "Am I really?"
"Really," Alex confirmed. He led a hand up to Nick's lips, outlining them gently with a finger. Nick sat there like a doll.
"I notcied today," Alex's eyes were completely transfixed on Nick's lips as he spoke, "that your lips are perfectly defined. They seem so soft, so smooth. In fact, your whole face..." His finger made its way to Nick's jawline, feeling the sharp curve of it all the way up to where Nick's cheekbone started. Alex took the opportunity to feel that, too. Meanwhile Nick layed below him, taking shallow, anxious breaths as Alex adored his face. He had no clue what to do, so he simply lay there, tense.
Alex finally rested, cupping Nick's broad face in his hand. "You're remarkable, Nick."
With that, the man closed his eyes and filled the small gap between the two's lips, pressing his own onto Nick's. Nick's chest almost burst open in the moment, and, coming to reality, he kissed the man back, throwing his hand into his messy, still-damp hair. His other fell onto his thigh that continuously pressed harder against Nick's jeans. The feeling of Alex’s chapped lips against his own was something he’d only dreamed of. This feeling he felt was stronger than anything he ever had before. The feelings for the man he was kissing. He got lost in it, screwing his eyes shut tightly and plunged into the kiss.
Alex deepened the kiss, moving his hand along Nick’s body. He shuddered at the the touch, his body couldn’t get enough of Alex’s hands on him.
Finally, the two broke apart, gazing into each other’s eyes as if they were the only things in the world. A warm, joyful sensation lingered in the two men’s chest. And at the same moment the thought came to their minds: they both loved each other, they both wanted each other. In their heads this whole time they had been thinking the same thoughts about each other. Why had it taken them so long to come to this, then?
Nick’s eyes fell to Alex’s bare chest, shirt still hung open to expose it, and the unbuttoned fabric draped down over Nick. Alex, seeing this, gripped Nick’s hand and led it to a button, one of the few that still held his shirt together. Nick happily got to work unbottoning the rest of Alex’s shirt until it slid down past the man’s shoulders. exposing his pale, but most handsome body. Nick trailed his fingers along his ribs. each one barely showing through the lean man’s skin.
Alex loved seeing Nick in such awe of himself, his face almost scarlet in the dim lighting. He wrapped his legs around him, straddling the man and let him further observe his body.
When it seemed like Nick had seen enough, Alex took his face in his hand forcing him to look into his eyes. “Anything else you wanted to see?” Alex’s gravelly voice spoke.
“Bitte, das kannst du mir nicht antun…”
Alex had no clue what Nick had just whimpered, but he loved it, planting a hard but quick kiss on his lips, then some more along his neck.
“I asked you something,” Alex’s soft voice sounded next to Nick’s ear, “and I don’t speak German, so why don’t you answer for me again?”
Nick bit his lip, unable to handle Alex’s lustful tone. And he knew there was only one easy he could answer in this situation — WHICH I’M NOT GONNA WRITE BC I STILL HAVE MORALS AND STANDARDS IN LIFE !! I CAN’T HANDLE MYSELF WRITING THIS WHAT I AM NOT WRITING SMUT !!
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Alex and Nick both lay on that small, dimly lit couch, panting for breath once again. This time for different reasons. It was hard for the two to fit on a couch that seem made for gnomes, but they made it happen, their bodies perfectly folding into each other’s. Nick had his head on Alex’s chest, hands wrapped around the slim man, eyes closed in rest. He felt Alex’s chest heaving under him and tried to match his own breathing with his. They stayed like this for a while, two two simply enjoying each other’s presence until…
Knock, knock, knock.
Nick’s eyes flashed open, and he flicked his head towards Alex’s face.
“Shit, Alex, we’re fucking naked.”
Males nodded down at the black-haired man, his face calm other than the clear panic in his eyes and furrowed thick brows.
Knock, knock, knock! Harder this time
“Alex!” Nick sat up abruptly. “You locked the door?”
“Yeah, I had plans.” Alex smiled at himself, but Nick was just panicking.
“Alex? Nick? We’re back!” It was Bob’s voice.
”Took you long enough!” Nick finally said towards the door, getting himself up and grabbing his clothes that were thrown onto the floor. He grabbed Alex’s too, tossing them onto the man who still sat on the couch. He got his clothes on in a rush.
“Is Alex in there?”
“Uhmmm…” Nick hesitated, then yelled back, “Yes, we’re just getting back into our clothes that aren’t… sweaty.”
”Not sweaty from the show over an hour ago?” It was Paul’s voice this time.
“Yes, yes, exactly.” Nick gestures towards Alex, who lazily was sliding his clothes on. “Right Alex?”
“Definitely, yeah.”
Nick buttoned up his shirt, ran his hand down it to smooth it and waiting for Alex to finally finish dressing before unlocking and opening the door the the rest of his band mates.
Paul and Bob awkwardly stood there as Nick opened the door. Alex sat, legs spread on the couch, his clothes looking out of a laundry basket. Nick’s didn’t look much different either, honestly, but at least he had tried. But what really gave it away was Nick’s still flushed face, his unusually messy hair, and a hardly covered bruise on his neck.
“Did we… interrupt something here?” Bob chuckled.
Nick’s eyes widened. “Interrupt?! Uhm, no! I told you, we were—“
“So that’s why you didn’t want to grab a drink with us..” Paul’s voice was curious.
Nick tried to defend himself, tried to speak up.He looked to Alex, but the blonde man only winked at him, causing Nick to lose any words he was about to speak. He looked back to the two men at the door, face entirely red.
“I’m just gonna…” Nick tried to find the word, then dropped his gaze to the floor. “Excuse me,” he eventually mumbled, squeezing his way past Bob and Paul. Head down, he sped his way down the hall.
“So, you really did it?” Paul said to Alex once the german man was out of earshot.
“Why would you ever doubt I would?” Alex lifted a leg up to rest his arm on his knee.
”Good point,” Paul remarked, looking back in the direction Nick left, “you were gonna get him at some point.”
“I just thought it’d be bit more private.” Bob pushed the door open a bit more and went in, making his way to his bags in a corner of the room. “Now excuse me as I grab my stuff and leave. I’m forgetting this ever happened.”
Alex stifled a laugh at Bob’s tone and watched as he threw his bag over his shoulder and walked out, linking arms with Paul to drag him along with him. “And you two aren’t getting into shit while I’m gone either.”
“Wait! I need my stuff, too!” Paul laughed and pulled himself away from Bob. “We won’t get into anything, that’s just those two freaks.”
“Yup, just us two freaks.” Alex sat back on the couch and released a sigh. What a way to end the night.