Local Boys - Movie Night (OC Ficathon written for kickinthe)
Local Boys - Movie Night
By Krysti Schroeder (aka k_woman)
For Hannah (aka kickinthe)
Nick had headed into the living room and over to the DVD player to put in the movie he’d rented while Cam had wandered down the hall to go change into some sweatpants after his beanpole had put the popcorn into the microwave.
He glanced over and found Cam’s blanket balled up in one of their chairs, so he picked it up and shook it out, flopping it across the back of the couch before sitting down.
His butt had no more than met with the cushion when he heard the microwave beep. Before he’d managed to get halfway back up off the couch, he could hear Cam come out of their bedroom singing something that sounded vaguely like Ladies Night. The singing got progressively louder as Cam wandered down the hallway toward the living room.
Nick realized once his beanpole had rounded the corner that his guess of Ladies Night was almost right.
"Oh yes it's movie night, and the feeling's right, oh yes it's movie night, oh what a night." Cam passed the living room, singing into an imaginary microphone, wiggling the black sweatpant covered butt, and then disappeared around the corner into the kitchen.
Cam’s voice drifted out of the doorway into the kitchen. "Girl. Ya'll. Got. One. A night that's special everywhere."
Nick was having problems containing his laughter as he watched the kitchen doorway with amusement.
"From Neeew Yooork! To Hol - lay - wood..."
He lost it then, laughs quiet so that Cam wouldn't hear him as he stood and walked to the kitchen. "What are you doing, you big weirdo?"
Cam looked at him, turning a little from the bowl of popcorn sitting on the counter, and raising the saltshaker to sing into it. "'Cause it's movie night, and the feeling's right, oh yes it's movie night, oh what a night. Uh!"
If the 'Uh' hadn't been accompanied by a hip thrust, Nick would have been fine, but the added bony hip action sent him into a fit of snickering.
His beanpole paused, smirking, and laid one hand on a hip. "What? Do these pants make my butt look big?"
Nick nearly choked, regaining almost enough composure to stop laughing. "Would you get your big ol' butt into the living room so we can watch the movie?"
Cam pressed long fingers against the open mouth in mock shock before flinging the hand across his forehead dramatically. "I just can't go on living, knowing that I have a big ass..."
"Oh lord..." Nick snorted and turned, heading back into the living room. "I'm gonna start the movie without your big ass if you don't hustle it."
He grabbed the remote as he sat back down on the end of the couch, turning on the TV to see if the movie was at the menu screen yet.
Cam came out a few moments later, carrying the bowl of popcorn in one hand and two cans of pop in the other. "So, what're we watching?"
Nick took the cans from Cam and set them on the little side table next to his arm of the couch, watching as Cam set the popcorn on the floor and grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch. "Pirates of the Caribbean. I finally remembered to rent it this time."
Cam settled onto the couch beside him, so he put the foot piece out and got comfortable while Cam adjusted beside him. "Cool. You know, I heard it was really good, so we should have just bought it and watched it awhile ago."
"Yeah, I know, but we can decide if we want to invest in it after you’ve decided if you *need* to have Johnny Depp.”
It was Cam’s turn to snort this time. “When do I not *need* to have Johnny Depp?”
Nick laughed. “You have a point. Ack, crap. Lift up for a second so I can go shut the lights off.” Cam shifted and sat up while he put the footrest down and stood. He walked over and flicked off the light, wandering back over to the couch and sitting, getting a kiss from Cam before the long body curled up beside him.
He had just pressed play when Cam spoke up again. “Hey Nick?”
“Hey, Cam?”
“Will you still love me even when I’m old and flabby?”
Nick could feel himself frown. He reached over and pressed the pause button on the remote, looking down at Cam’s hair in the glow from the screen. “Yes I will. And, you do realize that was a stupid question, right?”
Cam snuggled more against the side of his chest. “Yeah…I suppose it was…” The trace of uncertainty in that voice made him hug the slender shoulders gently.
“Well, let me ask you the same question. Will you still love me when I’m old and flabby?”
“Well yeah…” That sounded a bit more like his Cam.
“Then there’s your answer. Hell, maybe when you’re old and flabby you’ll actually *have* an ass.” He smirked.
Cam slapped his knee, laughing.
“We’ll just have to have wild, kinky, flabby butt sex. How’s that sound?” He pressed a kiss to the top of Cam’s hair, grinning.
Cam just laughed, relaxed and happy against his side again. “I can live with that…I guess.”
“You guess? Oh…I’m hurt…” He pressed the fingers of his free hand against his chest.
His baby laughed, smacking him on the leg again. “Oh. You are *such* a drama queen. I just have no idea how I’ve dealt with you for so long.”
Nick laughed, kissing the top of Cam’s head again. “I think the only correct response to that would be ‘ditto’.”
Cam snuggled against his side. “To which I would have to reply, ‘it takes one to know one’.”
“Exactly.” He snorted. “Now…can we get on with the movie so you can drool over Johnny Depp and I can remind you that he’s old enough to be your dad?”
“You know, you take all the fun out of lusting over the man.”
“That hasn’t stopped you from lusting yet.”
“True. So, yes, on with the pretty boys!”
Nick chuckled again and hit play; arm holding his friend, and the love of his life, tightly.
By Krysti Schroeder (aka k_woman)
For Hannah (aka kickinthe)
Nick had headed into the living room and over to the DVD player to put in the movie he’d rented while Cam had wandered down the hall to go change into some sweatpants after his beanpole had put the popcorn into the microwave.
He glanced over and found Cam’s blanket balled up in one of their chairs, so he picked it up and shook it out, flopping it across the back of the couch before sitting down.
His butt had no more than met with the cushion when he heard the microwave beep. Before he’d managed to get halfway back up off the couch, he could hear Cam come out of their bedroom singing something that sounded vaguely like Ladies Night. The singing got progressively louder as Cam wandered down the hallway toward the living room.
Nick realized once his beanpole had rounded the corner that his guess of Ladies Night was almost right.
"Oh yes it's movie night, and the feeling's right, oh yes it's movie night, oh what a night." Cam passed the living room, singing into an imaginary microphone, wiggling the black sweatpant covered butt, and then disappeared around the corner into the kitchen.
Cam’s voice drifted out of the doorway into the kitchen. "Girl. Ya'll. Got. One. A night that's special everywhere."
Nick was having problems containing his laughter as he watched the kitchen doorway with amusement.
"From Neeew Yooork! To Hol - lay - wood..."
He lost it then, laughs quiet so that Cam wouldn't hear him as he stood and walked to the kitchen. "What are you doing, you big weirdo?"
Cam looked at him, turning a little from the bowl of popcorn sitting on the counter, and raising the saltshaker to sing into it. "'Cause it's movie night, and the feeling's right, oh yes it's movie night, oh what a night. Uh!"
If the 'Uh' hadn't been accompanied by a hip thrust, Nick would have been fine, but the added bony hip action sent him into a fit of snickering.
His beanpole paused, smirking, and laid one hand on a hip. "What? Do these pants make my butt look big?"
Nick nearly choked, regaining almost enough composure to stop laughing. "Would you get your big ol' butt into the living room so we can watch the movie?"
Cam pressed long fingers against the open mouth in mock shock before flinging the hand across his forehead dramatically. "I just can't go on living, knowing that I have a big ass..."
"Oh lord..." Nick snorted and turned, heading back into the living room. "I'm gonna start the movie without your big ass if you don't hustle it."
He grabbed the remote as he sat back down on the end of the couch, turning on the TV to see if the movie was at the menu screen yet.
Cam came out a few moments later, carrying the bowl of popcorn in one hand and two cans of pop in the other. "So, what're we watching?"
Nick took the cans from Cam and set them on the little side table next to his arm of the couch, watching as Cam set the popcorn on the floor and grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch. "Pirates of the Caribbean. I finally remembered to rent it this time."
Cam settled onto the couch beside him, so he put the foot piece out and got comfortable while Cam adjusted beside him. "Cool. You know, I heard it was really good, so we should have just bought it and watched it awhile ago."
"Yeah, I know, but we can decide if we want to invest in it after you’ve decided if you *need* to have Johnny Depp.”
It was Cam’s turn to snort this time. “When do I not *need* to have Johnny Depp?”
Nick laughed. “You have a point. Ack, crap. Lift up for a second so I can go shut the lights off.” Cam shifted and sat up while he put the footrest down and stood. He walked over and flicked off the light, wandering back over to the couch and sitting, getting a kiss from Cam before the long body curled up beside him.
He had just pressed play when Cam spoke up again. “Hey Nick?”
“Hey, Cam?”
“Will you still love me even when I’m old and flabby?”
Nick could feel himself frown. He reached over and pressed the pause button on the remote, looking down at Cam’s hair in the glow from the screen. “Yes I will. And, you do realize that was a stupid question, right?”
Cam snuggled more against the side of his chest. “Yeah…I suppose it was…” The trace of uncertainty in that voice made him hug the slender shoulders gently.
“Well, let me ask you the same question. Will you still love me when I’m old and flabby?”
“Well yeah…” That sounded a bit more like his Cam.
“Then there’s your answer. Hell, maybe when you’re old and flabby you’ll actually *have* an ass.” He smirked.
Cam slapped his knee, laughing.
“We’ll just have to have wild, kinky, flabby butt sex. How’s that sound?” He pressed a kiss to the top of Cam’s hair, grinning.
Cam just laughed, relaxed and happy against his side again. “I can live with that…I guess.”
“You guess? Oh…I’m hurt…” He pressed the fingers of his free hand against his chest.
His baby laughed, smacking him on the leg again. “Oh. You are *such* a drama queen. I just have no idea how I’ve dealt with you for so long.”
Nick laughed, kissing the top of Cam’s head again. “I think the only correct response to that would be ‘ditto’.”
Cam snuggled against his side. “To which I would have to reply, ‘it takes one to know one’.”
“Exactly.” He snorted. “Now…can we get on with the movie so you can drool over Johnny Depp and I can remind you that he’s old enough to be your dad?”
“You know, you take all the fun out of lusting over the man.”
“That hasn’t stopped you from lusting yet.”
“True. So, yes, on with the pretty boys!”
Nick chuckled again and hit play; arm holding his friend, and the love of his life, tightly.