Returning from my internet sabbatical.
Title: Chill Before Serving
Pairing: Kevin/Nick
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Nick and Kevin each have their own idea about how to celebrate, with a little friendly-and messy-competition.
Author’s Notes: Written for barbygirl18 over at fic_requests. Timeframe in my head is the Black and Blue era.
Prompt: Hey. I'm in the mood for a hot romance Nick/Kevin fic. With wet Nicky, maybe ice cream, strawberries and champagne... Something like this please and thank you in advance!
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When he finally hears the door open and close, Kevin tries to pretend he wasn't waiting impatiently. He thinks he does pretty well, leaving his legs stretched languidly across the couch. Not that Nick is that observant, anyway. Keeping the TV on, he peers over the top of the couch.
"Where have you been?"
Nick glances up briefly, dropping a plastic shopping bag down onto the dresser. "Where have I been? Why are you here so early?"
Kevin sighs lazily as he switches off the TV. "Well, being that tomorrow is our last concert before the break, I thought we could celebrate with something a little special tonight," he says as he saunters over to where Nick is standing next to the mini fridge. Nick eyes him skeptically as he pulls out a bottle of Laurent-Perrier champagne, and leans against the fridge. He makes sure to let his hair fall into his eyes, just a little bit, and a suave smile plays on his lips. Nick was a sucker for suave, dark-haired men.
Nick raises an eyebrow. "Champagne. Really, Kev? God, you're predictable," he laughs lightly. Any other time Kevin would have found that laugh teasing, playful, erotic even. Tonight, Kevin thinks, it borders on irritating. Nick's not going to make this easy.
"Anyway, you know I'm not old enough to drink yet," Nick shrugs out of his jacket, and kicks his shoes off into a corner of the hotel room.
"That's never stopped you before," Kevin says dryly. He watches Nick rid himself of his jacket, and watches the fabric of his baggy t-shirt cling to his slender shoulders.
Nick's mouth curves into a mischievous smirk. "So is Kevin Richardson advocating underage drinking, now? I'm shocked. Anyway, I got something better than champagne. Me and Q stopped at the store on the way back." Overturning the plastic bag, he pulls out a carton of strawberry ice cream.
Kevin's face remains a carefully composed form of blank. "But you don't even like strawberries."
"But it's in ice cream form," Nick says, grabbing a plastic spoon from the bag. "I'll eat pretty much anything in ice cream form. And I'd rather have ice cream over champagne any day." He smiles coolly, tossing the lid onto the dresser where it drips sticky pink ice cream on the wood.
Kevin watches silently as the blonde plops himself on the couch, like he intends to stay there for the night. He ignores the sticky lid, knowing that Nick is doing it, this, just to annoy him. So that's how it was going to be tonight.
"So I spend time and money finding quality champagne, and you're happier with ice cream from the drug store. Why am I not surprised," Kevin attempts a short laugh, not having to exaggerate his displeasure. He watches the condensation on the champagne bottle clutched in his hand leave a ring of moisture on the wood.
"Well, I just don't get the point really," Nick says conversationally, plunging his spoon into the fluffy pink cream. "I mean, it doesn't taste all that great. Wine tastes better for the money. And if I just want to get drunk, I'll drink cheap beer."
Now it's Kevin's turn to look skeptical. "You have no romantic side at all, do you."
"Nope." Nick smiles, waving the plastic spoon in Kevin's direction.
"Well, I guess I'll just enjoy this myself then." Kevin grabs a plastic hotel cup from the sink and unwraps the plastic.
"Champagne, in plastic hotel cups? That's really sophisticated. God, I don't know how Kristin puts up with you sometimes," Nick sighs as he leans back into the couch, curling his legs underneath him. Kevin can't stop the feeling of resentment that flares up like bile in the pit of his stomach.
"Damn it, Nick. Do you really have to be like this? I was hoping we could do something with just us tonight." Nick could be fucking childish when he really wanted to be. Kevin knew that; he knew enough to realize that Nick was doing it on purpose. And he still couldn't help himself.
Nick swallows his spoonful of ice cream and stares straight ahead, saying nothing. He taps the spoon onto his knee, thoughtfully-as thoughtful as he ever could be, Kevin sighs.
"Alright. Fine." Nick licks the spoon clean, slowly. "Fine. You want romantic? I can give you fucking romantic." He jams the spoon back into the tub of ice cream and sets it on the floor, painting Kevin with an amused look.
"You’re such a sap," he says quietly. He approaches Kevin, who does his best to hold his ground. This was Nick's way of getting him riled up; he hated it, hated when Nick behaved this way intentionally. But he also knew that Nick didn't really know any other way of going about it.
Nick starts by placing gentle butterfly kisses on his chin and neck, peering up at him through his lashes. Anyone else might have looked submissive-but Nick dominated in his submission. He wraps his arms around Kevin's waist, delicately, as if testing his own strength. He takes Kevin's hand then, pulling him toward the couch. Kevin lets himself be pulled.
Nick pushes him gently down onto the cushions, straddling his thighs, still lapping at his neck. Kevin tilts his head back, giving him more room as Nick's tongue swirls over his Adam's apple. It wasn't often that Nick was assertive like this; he usually preferred to take Kevin's direction, which Kevin was accustomed to giving. But when he did get in these moods, Kevin didn't question it-just enjoyed it.
He feels that familiar flutter in his stomach as Nick's hands grip his thighs, massaging first, then sliding up toward the drawstring of his pants. His hands tangle in Nick's hair, letting the delicate blond strands fall through his fingers. He can barely keep from moaning as Nick's hands reach inside his pants, tugging them down, and his hands are just slightly chilled from the ice cream.
"Kevin, close your eyes, and you'll get a surprise," Nick coos softly.
"God, what are you, twelve?" Kevin scoffs, but complies anyway, losing himself in Nick's feather-light touches. He can feel Nick's breath like delicate butterfly wings on his inner thighs, the tantalizing promise of his mouth soon to come.
"HOLY SHIT!"
Kevin's eyes fly open, hands immediately gripping Nick's shoulders. Nick laughs as gobs of sticky pink ice cream fall to the carpet, dripping from where he's spread it over Kevin's engorged member.
"Nick, for God's sake," Kevin exhales ruggedly, and he really doesn't even care about the ice cream on the floor. Holy shit, that was cold. He shifts slightly, the chilling sensation almost painful on his sensitive parts.
"Wow, you are a delicate one aren't you," Nick says, with a note of curiosity in his voice. Kevin feels a slight blush creep into his cheeks as Nick stares down at it in amusement. If only he could will that blush in the other direction.
"Well, I don’t usually douse it in ice cream," Kevin bites back. Nick just laughs again. That sound, ringing with the childish delight that Kevin never could resist, almost makes up for it. Almost.
"Not to worry, I can fix that," Nick says softly, and exhales lightly over the creamy liquid. Kevin can feel every ripple, sending shivers up to the base of his spine. Nick's tongue reaches out delicately, flicking over the tip of Kevin's member, before his lips engulf the head in what feels like blistering heat.
More sweet, syrupy liquid sugar drips down onto the floor, but Kevin's eyes are transfixed as it smears across Nick's lips, coating the natural redness of his mouth with pink sugar. God he wanted to kiss that pinkness, smear it all over Nick's perfect white chin and then lick it off.
With a soft sucking sound Nick pulls off completely, and stares up at Kevin with heavily lidded eyes, catching his plump bottom lip between his teeth-and Kevin can't stop himself anymore. He leans down and crushes his lips against Nick's, ignoring his surprised gasp. He sucks on Nick's lips like candy, feeling the stickiness as he pulls away.
"Tastes like strawberries," he says absently. Nick brings his fingers to his now thoroughly debauched mouth. He looks like a child who's just finished eating an ice cream cone, and gotten more of it on his face than in his mouth. Nick puts one fingertip between his lips, sucking slightly, and his eyes are locked on Kevin's. Kevin swallows, and the cloying sweetness makes him feel thirsty.
"Tastes more like sugar than strawberries." Nick laughs softly, but his next words take on a sultry tone, and any semblance of childishness is gone from Kevin's mind.
"I wonder how it’ll taste with you."
Then Nick's digging in the ice cream tub again, removing a handful of the fluffy pinkness. Using his other hand to firmly hold Kevin's thigh, he wraps his hand around Kevin's member, and Kevin can barely keep from crying out at the cold. Nick smears the icy pinkness up and down Kevin's length, pumping him thoroughly, and when he gets to the base of it massaging the creamy coldness into his balls. Ice cream drips from between his fingers, but Kevin doesn't even see, couldn't really when his head is thrown back like that against the couch cushions.
Nick leans forward then and takes the full length into his mouth, sucking every drop of the creamy liquid that he can from the outside. The intense contrast, between one extreme and the other, from the icy chill to the burning heat of Nick's mouth is almost too much to bear. It makes Kevin hypersensitive, and he would swear that he could feel every muscle moving in Nick's tongue, his cheeks, the back of his throat.
"My God, I think you’re trying to kill me," Kevin surprises himself by forming words, even a coherent sentence.
Nick laughs softly then, the sound muffled by Kevin's cock, and the vibrations in his throat push Kevin over the edge. A strangled, breathless cry leaves his mouth, as Nick sucks deeply until there's nothing left.
He pulls off with a soft sucking noise, and Kevin's cock is glistening from Nick's mouth; there's not a drop of pinkness left.
"Mmm, sweet and salty. My favorite combination," Nick says impishly, before leaning in again and lapping the last drops of ice cream from Kevin's thighs. The sticky spots on the couch and the carpet he wouldn't bother with; they would probably dry by the morning, and then it would be someone else's problem.
"Now, is ice cream better or what?" Nick smiles smugly, and if Kevin had the energy he would kiss that smug look right off his face. Instead Kevin just shakes his head.
"Ice cream is pretty good, yeah. But I'm wondering what I can do with that champagne."
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Pairing: Kevin/Nick
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Nick and Kevin each have their own idea about how to celebrate, with a little friendly-and messy-competition.
Author’s Notes: Written for barbygirl18 over at fic_requests. Timeframe in my head is the Black and Blue era.
Prompt: Hey. I'm in the mood for a hot romance Nick/Kevin fic. With wet Nicky, maybe ice cream, strawberries and champagne... Something like this please and thank you in advance!
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When he finally hears the door open and close, Kevin tries to pretend he wasn't waiting impatiently. He thinks he does pretty well, leaving his legs stretched languidly across the couch. Not that Nick is that observant, anyway. Keeping the TV on, he peers over the top of the couch.
"Where have you been?"
Nick glances up briefly, dropping a plastic shopping bag down onto the dresser. "Where have I been? Why are you here so early?"
Kevin sighs lazily as he switches off the TV. "Well, being that tomorrow is our last concert before the break, I thought we could celebrate with something a little special tonight," he says as he saunters over to where Nick is standing next to the mini fridge. Nick eyes him skeptically as he pulls out a bottle of Laurent-Perrier champagne, and leans against the fridge. He makes sure to let his hair fall into his eyes, just a little bit, and a suave smile plays on his lips. Nick was a sucker for suave, dark-haired men.
Nick raises an eyebrow. "Champagne. Really, Kev? God, you're predictable," he laughs lightly. Any other time Kevin would have found that laugh teasing, playful, erotic even. Tonight, Kevin thinks, it borders on irritating. Nick's not going to make this easy.
"Anyway, you know I'm not old enough to drink yet," Nick shrugs out of his jacket, and kicks his shoes off into a corner of the hotel room.
"That's never stopped you before," Kevin says dryly. He watches Nick rid himself of his jacket, and watches the fabric of his baggy t-shirt cling to his slender shoulders.
Nick's mouth curves into a mischievous smirk. "So is Kevin Richardson advocating underage drinking, now? I'm shocked. Anyway, I got something better than champagne. Me and Q stopped at the store on the way back." Overturning the plastic bag, he pulls out a carton of strawberry ice cream.
Kevin's face remains a carefully composed form of blank. "But you don't even like strawberries."
"But it's in ice cream form," Nick says, grabbing a plastic spoon from the bag. "I'll eat pretty much anything in ice cream form. And I'd rather have ice cream over champagne any day." He smiles coolly, tossing the lid onto the dresser where it drips sticky pink ice cream on the wood.
Kevin watches silently as the blonde plops himself on the couch, like he intends to stay there for the night. He ignores the sticky lid, knowing that Nick is doing it, this, just to annoy him. So that's how it was going to be tonight.
"So I spend time and money finding quality champagne, and you're happier with ice cream from the drug store. Why am I not surprised," Kevin attempts a short laugh, not having to exaggerate his displeasure. He watches the condensation on the champagne bottle clutched in his hand leave a ring of moisture on the wood.
"Well, I just don't get the point really," Nick says conversationally, plunging his spoon into the fluffy pink cream. "I mean, it doesn't taste all that great. Wine tastes better for the money. And if I just want to get drunk, I'll drink cheap beer."
Now it's Kevin's turn to look skeptical. "You have no romantic side at all, do you."
"Nope." Nick smiles, waving the plastic spoon in Kevin's direction.
"Well, I guess I'll just enjoy this myself then." Kevin grabs a plastic hotel cup from the sink and unwraps the plastic.
"Champagne, in plastic hotel cups? That's really sophisticated. God, I don't know how Kristin puts up with you sometimes," Nick sighs as he leans back into the couch, curling his legs underneath him. Kevin can't stop the feeling of resentment that flares up like bile in the pit of his stomach.
"Damn it, Nick. Do you really have to be like this? I was hoping we could do something with just us tonight." Nick could be fucking childish when he really wanted to be. Kevin knew that; he knew enough to realize that Nick was doing it on purpose. And he still couldn't help himself.
Nick swallows his spoonful of ice cream and stares straight ahead, saying nothing. He taps the spoon onto his knee, thoughtfully-as thoughtful as he ever could be, Kevin sighs.
"Alright. Fine." Nick licks the spoon clean, slowly. "Fine. You want romantic? I can give you fucking romantic." He jams the spoon back into the tub of ice cream and sets it on the floor, painting Kevin with an amused look.
"You’re such a sap," he says quietly. He approaches Kevin, who does his best to hold his ground. This was Nick's way of getting him riled up; he hated it, hated when Nick behaved this way intentionally. But he also knew that Nick didn't really know any other way of going about it.
Nick starts by placing gentle butterfly kisses on his chin and neck, peering up at him through his lashes. Anyone else might have looked submissive-but Nick dominated in his submission. He wraps his arms around Kevin's waist, delicately, as if testing his own strength. He takes Kevin's hand then, pulling him toward the couch. Kevin lets himself be pulled.
Nick pushes him gently down onto the cushions, straddling his thighs, still lapping at his neck. Kevin tilts his head back, giving him more room as Nick's tongue swirls over his Adam's apple. It wasn't often that Nick was assertive like this; he usually preferred to take Kevin's direction, which Kevin was accustomed to giving. But when he did get in these moods, Kevin didn't question it-just enjoyed it.
He feels that familiar flutter in his stomach as Nick's hands grip his thighs, massaging first, then sliding up toward the drawstring of his pants. His hands tangle in Nick's hair, letting the delicate blond strands fall through his fingers. He can barely keep from moaning as Nick's hands reach inside his pants, tugging them down, and his hands are just slightly chilled from the ice cream.
"Kevin, close your eyes, and you'll get a surprise," Nick coos softly.
"God, what are you, twelve?" Kevin scoffs, but complies anyway, losing himself in Nick's feather-light touches. He can feel Nick's breath like delicate butterfly wings on his inner thighs, the tantalizing promise of his mouth soon to come.
"HOLY SHIT!"
Kevin's eyes fly open, hands immediately gripping Nick's shoulders. Nick laughs as gobs of sticky pink ice cream fall to the carpet, dripping from where he's spread it over Kevin's engorged member.
"Nick, for God's sake," Kevin exhales ruggedly, and he really doesn't even care about the ice cream on the floor. Holy shit, that was cold. He shifts slightly, the chilling sensation almost painful on his sensitive parts.
"Wow, you are a delicate one aren't you," Nick says, with a note of curiosity in his voice. Kevin feels a slight blush creep into his cheeks as Nick stares down at it in amusement. If only he could will that blush in the other direction.
"Well, I don’t usually douse it in ice cream," Kevin bites back. Nick just laughs again. That sound, ringing with the childish delight that Kevin never could resist, almost makes up for it. Almost.
"Not to worry, I can fix that," Nick says softly, and exhales lightly over the creamy liquid. Kevin can feel every ripple, sending shivers up to the base of his spine. Nick's tongue reaches out delicately, flicking over the tip of Kevin's member, before his lips engulf the head in what feels like blistering heat.
More sweet, syrupy liquid sugar drips down onto the floor, but Kevin's eyes are transfixed as it smears across Nick's lips, coating the natural redness of his mouth with pink sugar. God he wanted to kiss that pinkness, smear it all over Nick's perfect white chin and then lick it off.
With a soft sucking sound Nick pulls off completely, and stares up at Kevin with heavily lidded eyes, catching his plump bottom lip between his teeth-and Kevin can't stop himself anymore. He leans down and crushes his lips against Nick's, ignoring his surprised gasp. He sucks on Nick's lips like candy, feeling the stickiness as he pulls away.
"Tastes like strawberries," he says absently. Nick brings his fingers to his now thoroughly debauched mouth. He looks like a child who's just finished eating an ice cream cone, and gotten more of it on his face than in his mouth. Nick puts one fingertip between his lips, sucking slightly, and his eyes are locked on Kevin's. Kevin swallows, and the cloying sweetness makes him feel thirsty.
"Tastes more like sugar than strawberries." Nick laughs softly, but his next words take on a sultry tone, and any semblance of childishness is gone from Kevin's mind.
"I wonder how it’ll taste with you."
Then Nick's digging in the ice cream tub again, removing a handful of the fluffy pinkness. Using his other hand to firmly hold Kevin's thigh, he wraps his hand around Kevin's member, and Kevin can barely keep from crying out at the cold. Nick smears the icy pinkness up and down Kevin's length, pumping him thoroughly, and when he gets to the base of it massaging the creamy coldness into his balls. Ice cream drips from between his fingers, but Kevin doesn't even see, couldn't really when his head is thrown back like that against the couch cushions.
Nick leans forward then and takes the full length into his mouth, sucking every drop of the creamy liquid that he can from the outside. The intense contrast, between one extreme and the other, from the icy chill to the burning heat of Nick's mouth is almost too much to bear. It makes Kevin hypersensitive, and he would swear that he could feel every muscle moving in Nick's tongue, his cheeks, the back of his throat.
"My God, I think you’re trying to kill me," Kevin surprises himself by forming words, even a coherent sentence.
Nick laughs softly then, the sound muffled by Kevin's cock, and the vibrations in his throat push Kevin over the edge. A strangled, breathless cry leaves his mouth, as Nick sucks deeply until there's nothing left.
He pulls off with a soft sucking noise, and Kevin's cock is glistening from Nick's mouth; there's not a drop of pinkness left.
"Mmm, sweet and salty. My favorite combination," Nick says impishly, before leaning in again and lapping the last drops of ice cream from Kevin's thighs. The sticky spots on the couch and the carpet he wouldn't bother with; they would probably dry by the morning, and then it would be someone else's problem.
"Now, is ice cream better or what?" Nick smiles smugly, and if Kevin had the energy he would kiss that smug look right off his face. Instead Kevin just shakes his head.
"Ice cream is pretty good, yeah. But I'm wondering what I can do with that champagne."
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