Bad Romance, unfinished. PROMPT
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Title: Bad Romance
Chapter: 1 - Je Veux (I Want [In French])
Rating: PG to PG-13 for the first bit?
Word Count: 1646
Summary: Joe loves Nick, Nick loves Joe. That's just the way things are. Joe's come to to realize his feelings for Nick even more, even though he's always know, but he needs to know Nick feels the same way... but he doesn't want to fuck things up. So Joe does some things to try and pull Nick towards his... orbit? As odd as Joe is, Nick always finds comfort, but soon, this turns out to be a Bad Romance, with Mr. President and his need for control, and Joe and his oddities.
Disclaimer: Never happened..
NiCK:
It was completely dark out, and I was beginning to become terribly tired. I looked at my yellow, plastic DigiWatch that Demi had given me in Toronto. 12:43 AM. We began to walk onto familiar scenery, meaning we were very close to the hotel. Two minutes no less. I let out a huge yawn and sigh, too tired for words to get Joe’s attention. Joe fell for the bait, and looked at me, brown eyes deep, and thick brow furrowed expressing confusion and sympathy.
“You okay?” he said. Concern was beginning to etch a new mask over his face. I nodded. “Have you checked your levels?”, “I checked them before we left, was fine,” I answered abruptly. Joe sometimes had the tendency to ask me about my levels, and worry, since the “incident”.
We stepped in front of the D’Alis Hotel, to which we where staying at. We entered into the royal and richly themed lobby, heading towards golden elevators. When we entered, I shot Joe a quick smile, trying to reassure him that I’m alright. He returned the smile with a wide and goofy grin and hugged me. A glow seemed to be emanating from his persona, radiating happiness. The thing I love about Joe is that even in the worst of times; he can put a smile on my face and just make me feel happy. “I love you,” he whispered into my ear. He was so warm, and I was still cold from being outside. I wanted to stay there hugging him for eternity, as heat radiated out of him, letting every second pass warmly. Joe always seemed to be the one to cheer me up. Oh how much I freaking love him. But then, the elevator stopped, showing us to our floor. I didn’t want to let go, but I knew this moment wouldn’t last forever. I pulled away resentfully, flashed Joe a smile, took his hand, and began walking down the hallway towards our hotel room. I thought this was perfect.
***
The room was cold. “Let’s go to bed, I’m not in the mood to stay up, okay?” I managed to get out. “You sure you don’t want to stay up and eat a tub of ice cream and watch some movies?” I shot him a dead look. Maybe Dumb and Dumber and a tub of ice cream can make him feel better, but then again, we’re not that in sync for it to do anything for me. I don’t want to be joy kill, and drag him down in misery with me, so I cave in, so I said “I’ll get the quilt, you get the ice cream, then we’ll go through the list of movies,” arching one eyebrow up, I looked at him, and smiled.
***
Instead of finding anything good, we tuned into TBS and began watching Monster-In-Law with Jennifer Lopez, just out of boredom. Joe was on the other couch in this spacious but cold hotel room, without a blanket. I felt selfish. “Joe, come here,” I motioned for him to come, as I became a spoon.
About an hour into the movie, I fell asleep. I woke up to him getting off the couch, trying to sneak away. I glanced at the clock, 2:03 AM; I didn’t bother to ask him why he got up, went to the bathroom, and began brushing my teeth. After two minutes, I went back to the couch and noticed that Joe had just gotten his pair of purple and black Jordans. He looked at me, kissed me on my forehead, and whispered “I’ll be back.” I honestly meant to stay up, but ended up closing my eyes and falling asleep. 45 minutes later, and I couldn’t bear trying to sleep again. My body ached for his company, his warmth to conquer me. My head felt clouded, so I tried to sleep again. What felt like seconds later, I heard the click of the plasma shutting off. I felt him creep towards me and attempt to pick me up like a baby, which eventually failed. “Nicky?” he whispered. I opened my eyes, looked at the clock, it was 4:48 AM and Joe reeked of booze. Where the hell had he gone for so long? I looked up and manage to croak a “hey” and fell limp onto the couch before trying to take in all the blanket and wake up. I managed to stumble up, and before I even picked up the blanket “Let me help you,” he said, “I’m fine,” “You sure?” “Joe! I’m not a baby, I can handle myself just fine!” “I still think you are,” he muttered under his breath.
I didn’t mean to get antsy with him, of all people, but I was annoyed. I can handle myself I thought again. Joe and I have always been so close, since birth. He’s always cared for me more than anything in the world, and always had the best of intentions, but it sometimes got annoying. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get mad at you,” I whispered. I looked into his eyes, now a bit watery in the dark. “I just want you to feel comfortable, and know you’re not alone,” he managed to say, chocking halfway into the sentence. “I know that Joe, I just think I need some alone time.” Joe nodded and headed towards the room, a little sloppily. He must not be that drunk if, but anyways, I went to my suitcase and took out an aspirin, brought a bottle of water and set it down on the table in the room, for the morning when he wakes up.
He had moved himself to the other bed. We usually slept together, I don’t know why, but it’s always been like that. It’s basically tradition for us to sleep together, him protecting me. And I’ve never wanted it any other way… him protecting me in my sleep, through nightmares, fevers, or times I couldn’t sleep. He stared at me from the other bed as I threw the cotton white blanket onto the bed, now hopping into it. Shooting me a look that meant “You wanted to be alone”. Truth was, I didn’t want to be all that alone. “Joe-“ pausing for a sec, “please don’t do this!” I whimpered. It’ll be a cold night without him, even if the thick cotton blanket made me warm. It wouldn’t be the same as Joe keeping me warm. I didn’t mean to upset him. He rolled his eyes, “Do what?” he asked ignorantly. “Pout,” he sighed, and came over to the other bed. My bed.
****
JoE:
I never knew how actually beautiful my brother was. I always thought he was handsome/gorgeous, but it's been a while since I've seen him in this light... with the sun reflecting from his skin, of which was glowing, he appeared to be somewhat of a Greek god in my eyes. Maybe Italian? I stirred a little, noticing my “morning wood” and heading towards the bathroom, I knew I'd end up thinking of Nick when I was ready to release. My head was still pounding from last nights “joy ride”. I'd gone to meet up with Garbo and a couple of chicks for a few hours, and got smashed.
I hoped I didn't make too much noise when I got up. I'd prefer Nick stay in his beautiful slumber, as I worked on my stiff. This felt way too good today, waking up to Nick like that, facing me. With his sweet smell of... Nick?
I've always known I've had feelings for Nick, more than anybody I've ever met. And I just can't just care about him like a brother... Secretly, he is my lover. But I know he could never feel the same, unless... I just can't think about it. Most relationships based on sex/lust usually end up failing too, but I just can't imagine it happening. I would never want to hurt Nick. God, I loved him too much. I could never ever dream of causing harm to Nick, he's just... so innocent and beautiful and sweet. Nick and I have been close since he could think for himself. Boy was he fucking smart. Sometimes I do wonder if he ever knew about my feelings for him. Would he freak, would he confront me... what!?
To help support my fantasy world and keep it going, I always try to steel touches and glances at Nick at any possible moment. He's just so fucking soft, with his “soft as a babies bottom” fucking skin, his light-up-the-world smile, beautifully half-heart shaped lips, and deep and soulful eyes, he's just so hard to resist. I finally released and couldn't help letting a quirk piercing moan escape from my mouth, and relieved myself. Now I had to wash up real quick before Nicky woke up.
Once I was finally out of the bathroom Nick, my baby, was still sleeping. I tried to slide back into bed with him, but it didn't work. He awoke almost instantly. “Good morning, sleeping beauty,” and he looked at me with baby eyes and a very very wide grin. “G'Mo” he uttered out with a sigh.
“What would you like to do today?”
“Anything, but first I'd like to eat if you will,”
Hah, little dick. Always straight forward, heh. I should have had expected it.
“Well, I will order for you. What would you like my king” I said, with a tiny bow of my head.
“Some bacon, egg, and cheese. Oh, and coffee” he smiled wide again.
His smiles where so affectionate towards me, I love them. I love him.
Well, if you want it to come out good and finished the way you'd like it, than give me something to work with here!
Title: Bad Romance
Chapter: 1 - Je Veux (I Want [In French])
Rating: PG to PG-13 for the first bit?
Word Count: 1646
Summary: Joe loves Nick, Nick loves Joe. That's just the way things are. Joe's come to to realize his feelings for Nick even more, even though he's always know, but he needs to know Nick feels the same way... but he doesn't want to fuck things up. So Joe does some things to try and pull Nick towards his... orbit? As odd as Joe is, Nick always finds comfort, but soon, this turns out to be a Bad Romance, with Mr. President and his need for control, and Joe and his oddities.
Disclaimer: Never happened..
NiCK:
It was completely dark out, and I was beginning to become terribly tired. I looked at my yellow, plastic DigiWatch that Demi had given me in Toronto. 12:43 AM. We began to walk onto familiar scenery, meaning we were very close to the hotel. Two minutes no less. I let out a huge yawn and sigh, too tired for words to get Joe’s attention. Joe fell for the bait, and looked at me, brown eyes deep, and thick brow furrowed expressing confusion and sympathy.
“You okay?” he said. Concern was beginning to etch a new mask over his face. I nodded. “Have you checked your levels?”, “I checked them before we left, was fine,” I answered abruptly. Joe sometimes had the tendency to ask me about my levels, and worry, since the “incident”.
We stepped in front of the D’Alis Hotel, to which we where staying at. We entered into the royal and richly themed lobby, heading towards golden elevators. When we entered, I shot Joe a quick smile, trying to reassure him that I’m alright. He returned the smile with a wide and goofy grin and hugged me. A glow seemed to be emanating from his persona, radiating happiness. The thing I love about Joe is that even in the worst of times; he can put a smile on my face and just make me feel happy. “I love you,” he whispered into my ear. He was so warm, and I was still cold from being outside. I wanted to stay there hugging him for eternity, as heat radiated out of him, letting every second pass warmly. Joe always seemed to be the one to cheer me up. Oh how much I freaking love him. But then, the elevator stopped, showing us to our floor. I didn’t want to let go, but I knew this moment wouldn’t last forever. I pulled away resentfully, flashed Joe a smile, took his hand, and began walking down the hallway towards our hotel room. I thought this was perfect.
***
The room was cold. “Let’s go to bed, I’m not in the mood to stay up, okay?” I managed to get out. “You sure you don’t want to stay up and eat a tub of ice cream and watch some movies?” I shot him a dead look. Maybe Dumb and Dumber and a tub of ice cream can make him feel better, but then again, we’re not that in sync for it to do anything for me. I don’t want to be joy kill, and drag him down in misery with me, so I cave in, so I said “I’ll get the quilt, you get the ice cream, then we’ll go through the list of movies,” arching one eyebrow up, I looked at him, and smiled.
***
Instead of finding anything good, we tuned into TBS and began watching Monster-In-Law with Jennifer Lopez, just out of boredom. Joe was on the other couch in this spacious but cold hotel room, without a blanket. I felt selfish. “Joe, come here,” I motioned for him to come, as I became a spoon.
About an hour into the movie, I fell asleep. I woke up to him getting off the couch, trying to sneak away. I glanced at the clock, 2:03 AM; I didn’t bother to ask him why he got up, went to the bathroom, and began brushing my teeth. After two minutes, I went back to the couch and noticed that Joe had just gotten his pair of purple and black Jordans. He looked at me, kissed me on my forehead, and whispered “I’ll be back.” I honestly meant to stay up, but ended up closing my eyes and falling asleep. 45 minutes later, and I couldn’t bear trying to sleep again. My body ached for his company, his warmth to conquer me. My head felt clouded, so I tried to sleep again. What felt like seconds later, I heard the click of the plasma shutting off. I felt him creep towards me and attempt to pick me up like a baby, which eventually failed. “Nicky?” he whispered. I opened my eyes, looked at the clock, it was 4:48 AM and Joe reeked of booze. Where the hell had he gone for so long? I looked up and manage to croak a “hey” and fell limp onto the couch before trying to take in all the blanket and wake up. I managed to stumble up, and before I even picked up the blanket “Let me help you,” he said, “I’m fine,” “You sure?” “Joe! I’m not a baby, I can handle myself just fine!” “I still think you are,” he muttered under his breath.
I didn’t mean to get antsy with him, of all people, but I was annoyed. I can handle myself I thought again. Joe and I have always been so close, since birth. He’s always cared for me more than anything in the world, and always had the best of intentions, but it sometimes got annoying. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get mad at you,” I whispered. I looked into his eyes, now a bit watery in the dark. “I just want you to feel comfortable, and know you’re not alone,” he managed to say, chocking halfway into the sentence. “I know that Joe, I just think I need some alone time.” Joe nodded and headed towards the room, a little sloppily. He must not be that drunk if, but anyways, I went to my suitcase and took out an aspirin, brought a bottle of water and set it down on the table in the room, for the morning when he wakes up.
He had moved himself to the other bed. We usually slept together, I don’t know why, but it’s always been like that. It’s basically tradition for us to sleep together, him protecting me. And I’ve never wanted it any other way… him protecting me in my sleep, through nightmares, fevers, or times I couldn’t sleep. He stared at me from the other bed as I threw the cotton white blanket onto the bed, now hopping into it. Shooting me a look that meant “You wanted to be alone”. Truth was, I didn’t want to be all that alone. “Joe-“ pausing for a sec, “please don’t do this!” I whimpered. It’ll be a cold night without him, even if the thick cotton blanket made me warm. It wouldn’t be the same as Joe keeping me warm. I didn’t mean to upset him. He rolled his eyes, “Do what?” he asked ignorantly. “Pout,” he sighed, and came over to the other bed. My bed.
****
JoE:
I never knew how actually beautiful my brother was. I always thought he was handsome/gorgeous, but it's been a while since I've seen him in this light... with the sun reflecting from his skin, of which was glowing, he appeared to be somewhat of a Greek god in my eyes. Maybe Italian? I stirred a little, noticing my “morning wood” and heading towards the bathroom, I knew I'd end up thinking of Nick when I was ready to release. My head was still pounding from last nights “joy ride”. I'd gone to meet up with Garbo and a couple of chicks for a few hours, and got smashed.
I hoped I didn't make too much noise when I got up. I'd prefer Nick stay in his beautiful slumber, as I worked on my stiff. This felt way too good today, waking up to Nick like that, facing me. With his sweet smell of... Nick?
I've always known I've had feelings for Nick, more than anybody I've ever met. And I just can't just care about him like a brother... Secretly, he is my lover. But I know he could never feel the same, unless... I just can't think about it. Most relationships based on sex/lust usually end up failing too, but I just can't imagine it happening. I would never want to hurt Nick. God, I loved him too much. I could never ever dream of causing harm to Nick, he's just... so innocent and beautiful and sweet. Nick and I have been close since he could think for himself. Boy was he fucking smart. Sometimes I do wonder if he ever knew about my feelings for him. Would he freak, would he confront me... what!?
To help support my fantasy world and keep it going, I always try to steel touches and glances at Nick at any possible moment. He's just so fucking soft, with his “soft as a babies bottom” fucking skin, his light-up-the-world smile, beautifully half-heart shaped lips, and deep and soulful eyes, he's just so hard to resist. I finally released and couldn't help letting a quirk piercing moan escape from my mouth, and relieved myself. Now I had to wash up real quick before Nicky woke up.
Once I was finally out of the bathroom Nick, my baby, was still sleeping. I tried to slide back into bed with him, but it didn't work. He awoke almost instantly. “Good morning, sleeping beauty,” and he looked at me with baby eyes and a very very wide grin. “G'Mo” he uttered out with a sigh.
“What would you like to do today?”
“Anything, but first I'd like to eat if you will,”
Hah, little dick. Always straight forward, heh. I should have had expected it.
“Well, I will order for you. What would you like my king” I said, with a tiny bow of my head.
“Some bacon, egg, and cheese. Oh, and coffee” he smiled wide again.
His smiles where so affectionate towards me, I love them. I love him.
Well, if you want it to come out good and finished the way you'd like it, than give me something to work with here!