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Author: draco_rules
Fandom: All-American Rejects RPS
Characters/Pairing: Nick Wheeler/Tyson Ritter
Prompt: Chastity
Word Count: 435
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I don't know them, I made this up.
Tyson had been glad to find that Nick wasn’t one of those guys who liked to kiss and tell. Or worse, one of those guys who’d get drunk, fumble around with a girl for five minutes and tell his friends all about his three-hour romp with a hot piece of ass the next day. He was sure Nick was more experienced than him (who wasn’t?) but the fact he never talked about sex in that locker room type way made Ty feel less inadequate. It wasn’t that Tyson didn’t want to be experienced. He’d just never had the right opportunities.
It probably would’ve taken Tyson another month to pluck up the courage to kiss Nick if he’d spent the last year or so listening to tales of all the girls who’d fallen for Wheeler’s charms; the soft, welcoming light in his eyes; the curve of his upper lip. Tyson always acted confident and was a notorious loudmouth, but for all his swagger and bravado, he’d never been more nervous than the night he decided to kiss Nick.
He’d only kissed two girls before and that was the limit of his experience. (Unless you counted that one time in Mike’s when it had been really crowded and he’d accidentally touched some chick’s boob. He did.) And this was Nick. He wanted it to be perfect. Sitting close together on the couch, his limbs had seemed suddenly superfluous and he had no idea what to do with them. When he’d finally arranged himself in a shape that he hoped vaguely resembled teenage boy who wants to kiss other teenage boy, it took two deep breaths and one false start before he leaned in.
He remembered how it had been slow, soft, cautious. Nick’s spine melted a little with the sweetness of it all. Tyson’s mouth barely touching his, brushing so gently Nick thought he could’ve been imagining it. Tyson’s breath ghosted over Nick’s lips, fluttering and fragile, like butterfly wings.
Tyson still kisses Nick like that sometimes. As if he can’t quite believe he’s allowed to touch Nick like this. Nick’s fingers lightly entwined in the loose curls of hair at the nape of Tyson’s neck, tell him he is allowed to. Nick’s tongue gently sliding over his own tells him he’s meant to. Lips locked and bodies close. Nothing else is needed yet; just this contact is enough for now.
The slight hitch of breath when Nick’s hands brush under Tyson’s shirt and over the plane of his stomach asks can we stay like this forever?
Nick’s fingers lace between his own and answer yes.
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Fandom: All-American Rejects RPS
Characters/Pairing: Nick Wheeler/Tyson Ritter
Prompt: Chastity
Word Count: 435
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I don't know them, I made this up.
Tyson had been glad to find that Nick wasn’t one of those guys who liked to kiss and tell. Or worse, one of those guys who’d get drunk, fumble around with a girl for five minutes and tell his friends all about his three-hour romp with a hot piece of ass the next day. He was sure Nick was more experienced than him (who wasn’t?) but the fact he never talked about sex in that locker room type way made Ty feel less inadequate. It wasn’t that Tyson didn’t want to be experienced. He’d just never had the right opportunities.
It probably would’ve taken Tyson another month to pluck up the courage to kiss Nick if he’d spent the last year or so listening to tales of all the girls who’d fallen for Wheeler’s charms; the soft, welcoming light in his eyes; the curve of his upper lip. Tyson always acted confident and was a notorious loudmouth, but for all his swagger and bravado, he’d never been more nervous than the night he decided to kiss Nick.
He’d only kissed two girls before and that was the limit of his experience. (Unless you counted that one time in Mike’s when it had been really crowded and he’d accidentally touched some chick’s boob. He did.) And this was Nick. He wanted it to be perfect. Sitting close together on the couch, his limbs had seemed suddenly superfluous and he had no idea what to do with them. When he’d finally arranged himself in a shape that he hoped vaguely resembled teenage boy who wants to kiss other teenage boy, it took two deep breaths and one false start before he leaned in.
He remembered how it had been slow, soft, cautious. Nick’s spine melted a little with the sweetness of it all. Tyson’s mouth barely touching his, brushing so gently Nick thought he could’ve been imagining it. Tyson’s breath ghosted over Nick’s lips, fluttering and fragile, like butterfly wings.
Tyson still kisses Nick like that sometimes. As if he can’t quite believe he’s allowed to touch Nick like this. Nick’s fingers lightly entwined in the loose curls of hair at the nape of Tyson’s neck, tell him he is allowed to. Nick’s tongue gently sliding over his own tells him he’s meant to. Lips locked and bodies close. Nothing else is needed yet; just this contact is enough for now.
The slight hitch of breath when Nick’s hands brush under Tyson’s shirt and over the plane of his stomach asks can we stay like this forever?
Nick’s fingers lace between his own and answer yes.
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