nick month, day 10
i really should be studying. or writing my egyptian!curse for the school project due monday, but eh. physical fitness test today sucked ass. and i twisted my ankle running the last 800m of the 2.4km. again. don't know how i've managed that twice in a row. but yay! 1-minute improvement!
rec of the day: Under Glass by ukcalico.
mmmmm, high school!jc/nick!au! *sighs* it's a fetish, and admittedly not a bad one to have, if you get fic like this.
[His mouth feels hot, like the nerves are grating against each other, rubbing up a friction storm. He lifts his hand cautiously, brushing the pads of his fingers surreptitiously over his jaw and lips, convinced the area is swelling even though it feels the same. He presses the line of his lower lip gingerly, where it's hottest and rawest, and then notices with a start that Nick is watching him.
He looks quickly away. It's all he can do to not snatch his hand back down and lean nonchalantly against the door and whistle. He resists, though, and lowers his hand in his own time, and when he glances back Nick is still watching. It feels like assessment, like Nick's a man looking at a house that he's thinking of buying, critical but without malice, and JC meets his gaze for three... four seconds, then buckles and looks away.]
rec of the day: Under Glass by ukcalico.
mmmmm, high school!jc/nick!au! *sighs* it's a fetish, and admittedly not a bad one to have, if you get fic like this.
[His mouth feels hot, like the nerves are grating against each other, rubbing up a friction storm. He lifts his hand cautiously, brushing the pads of his fingers surreptitiously over his jaw and lips, convinced the area is swelling even though it feels the same. He presses the line of his lower lip gingerly, where it's hottest and rawest, and then notices with a start that Nick is watching him.
He looks quickly away. It's all he can do to not snatch his hand back down and lean nonchalantly against the door and whistle. He resists, though, and lowers his hand in his own time, and when he glances back Nick is still watching. It feels like assessment, like Nick's a man looking at a house that he's thinking of buying, critical but without malice, and JC meets his gaze for three... four seconds, then buckles and looks away.]