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Title: Pull The Trigger Without Thinking (There's Only One Way Down This Road)
Author: promisethstars
Pairing: Dan Nickleski/Matt Flyzik
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Rough sex. I. Yeah. It's rough. And angry.
Summary: And that’s when they figure out how to get shit to work when they fight - they fuck it out.
Disclaimer: This is pretty much just sex and white lies. Also, don't Google yourself. And if you do, don't tweet about what you find.
Notes: This... is possibly one of my favorite things I've ever written. Thanks as always to my Kirkenwife for cheerleading and saying YES I LOVE THIS IDEA WRITE THAT ♥
This shouldn’t work at all. On no level should they be compatible even in the slightest. One’s stubborn with a hell of a temper, and the other’s high-strung well beyond normal levels at the best of times.
But somehow, Dan Nickleski and Matt Flyzik are boyfriends.
The rest of the band and crew are baffled by it. It seems like all they do is bitch and complain and fight with each other. One or the other - usually both - show up with bruises after a particularly long bitching session, and they’re all concerned, but Dan and Flyzik just tell them to fuck off, it’s their business.
The thing is, though, the bruises and bite marks and scratches aren’t just from beating the shit out of each other. While sometimes all that happens is that a few punches get thrown and someone gets pushed up against a wall hard enough to leave them sore, most of the time that’s not where it ends.
One night, early on in their relationship, Matt pushes just a little too hard and Dan ends up biting Flyzik’s lip so hard it draws blood. Matt retaliates by leaving scratch marks down Dan’s back, and fucking him harder than he usually would. Dan bites and sucks at Matt’s hip and leaves a bruise that hangs around for a week afterwards.
And that’s when they figure out how to get shit to work when they fight - they fuck it out.
~*~
Dan doesn’t know what he’s done this time, but Flyzik is really, really pissed off. It’s probably not even his fault entirely, but apparently threatening to hang one of Matt’s many Mickey Mouse toys from the lighting set-up is just the last straw.
“God dammit Nickleski, don’t fucking mess with me. Today is not the day,” he finally snaps, and Dan just smirks.
“Why not? You know you like it when I push you,” Dan says, and pushes Flyzik a little for emphasis.
The punch to his shoulder isn’t entirely unexpected, but it does catch him off-guard a tiny bit.
“What the fuck, seriously. You’re such a pissy bitch today, Flyzik.”
Flyzik sets his jaw and doesn’t say a word. He just stares Dan down, and Dan stares back, until Matt finally just huffs a sigh and walks away. He hears Dan make a noise of triumph and high five somebody, but this isn’t over yet. It’s so fucking far from over that Dan isn’t even going to know what hit him.
~*~
Dan just stares at the setlist next to his equipment. He knew Flyzik was being a dick today, but holy shit.
I HOPE
YOU HAVE A SETLIST
SAVED BECAUSE I AM
NO LONGER GIVING YOU ONE
YOU DON’T WANT
TO FUCK WITH ME
I CONTROL YOU LIFE
IM MORE WAYS
THEN YOU KNOW
LOOK NEW GUY
IM NOT THE MAN
TO FUCK WITH
I WILL ALWAYS WIN
-----------------------------
PS WHEN I SAID I DIDN’T LIKE YOU
AT FIRST I WAS LYING CAUSE
I STILL DON’T LIKE YOU
He tweets a picture of it, and then texts Evan, begging for the setlist. He doesn’t have it saved - yes, he knows that he should have one saved by now, but he didn’t expect this - and he knows Evan will help him out. (Evan kinda follows Dan around sometimes like a lost puppy. His crush on Dan - that he thinks Dan totally has no idea about, yeah right - is actually, admittedly, kind of cute sometimes.)
Dan watches Evan laugh at the back of the venue and glance up. Dan just throws his hands in the air and Evan laughs again, then starts typing on his phone. A minute later, Dan gets the setlist and sends Evan a text back promising him anything he wants at the next food stop for this.
Flyzik doesn’t so much as look at Dan during the show. He’s fuming underneath his calm and collected facade, but Dan knows better, of course. He doesn’t even know anymore why he’s so fucking pissed off, but all he has to know is that Dan’s getting it tonight, and they’re both lucky that it happens to be a hotel night.
~*~
Neither of them say a word to each other in the hotel lobby when Matt’s passing out keys. The rest of the band and crew just exchange looks, but none of them say anything about it either. There’s definitely a feeling of shit’s-going-down-tonight in the air, though.
The walk from the elevator to their room is still just as silent as they’ve been to each other all night, and Dan can feel the charge between them. Usually there’s enough tension in the air that you can almost breathe it in, but this... is different.
They’re barely through the door and Dan only faintly hears it click shut before Matt’s got him pushed up against the wall.
“What the fuck, Nickleski?” he says, shaking his head. “Why the hell do you have to fucking push me. You know I get pissed like this.”
Dan just stares at him, determined not to give in, and Flyzik pulls him off the wall. They get turned around and he pushes Dan flat on his back on the bed. Before Dan can even think or try to move, Matt’s crawled on the bed and is straddling Dan. He gets right in his face, breath hot on Dan’s neck.
“You do not want to push me more than you already have.”
“What if I do?” Dan challenges. “I’m not convinced, Flyzik.”
In another flurry of motion, Dan finds his hands pinned above his head and Matt grinding down on his lap. He bites his lip so he doesn’t moan, because he is not giving Flyzik that satisfiction, dammit.
“You fucking know you like this,” Matt says, voice low. “And you know that I will leave you here without an orgasm tonight if you don’t quit.”
“I’ll believe it when it happens,” Dan spits back, pushing his wrists up against Flyzik’s grip on them. They’re really equally strong, but he’s got just the right amount of leverage to push Matt’s hands off and get them flipped over.
Dan sits with his ass right over the way-too-obvious erection Matt has and just sits there, not moving a muscle. He and Flyzik just stare at each other, seeing which of them is going to be the first to break, the first to push just a little bit more.
Matt finally can’t help it anymore and moves up against Dan’s ass, trying to get a little bit of friction. He’s so painfully hard right now, and he needs to be wearing a lot less clothes than he is. He reaches up and pulls Dan to him, biting his lip and kissing him while they both struggle to get off shirts, then jeans and boxers.
“You’re such a little shit,” Flyzik mutters when Dan finally gets back on top of him and starts biting his neck. “Everything you do fucking annoys me.”
“If you weren’t so god damn bossy and high strung all the time, maybe you wouldn’t be so annoyed,” Dan shoots back, taking a moment away from sucking a bruise into Matt’s neck.
“I don’t know why I even put up with you,” Matt says, then gasps when Dan bites down a little harder than he was. He threads a hand in Dan’s hair and pulls, getting Dan to moan loudly against his neck and go pliant just long enough for Matt to flip them over yet again.
“Why am I always on my back?” Dan half-whines, watching Flyzik spread his legs apart. He takes in a breath at the first burn-pain-pleasure of fingers inside him and it takes all he has to not just push back on Matt’s fingers.
“Because in case you haven’t realized, you’re the bitch here,” Matt says, like it’s a known fact. Dan looks like he might hit Matt for saying that. “What, it’s just the truth.”
“Fuck you, Flyzik.”
“No, fuck you.” And with that, Flyzik pushes in with definitely not enough preparation for Dan, but its been done enough that all it is inside Dan is tight and hot and by the time Matt gets his hips against Dan’s ass, both of them are panting.
There wasn’t nearly enough finger fucking for Dan’s liking, and the only lube Matt bothered with was spitting on his hand a couple times, but its enough so that the drag of Matt’s dick inside him only burns this side of feeling really, really damn good.
Matt’s grip on Dan’s hips is way tighter than it needs to be, but he doesn’t let go while he keeps thrusting. Dan fucking deserves it, deserves for it to hurt, after all the shit he does just to keep chipping away until Matt can’t take it anymore and finally snaps.
It’s good, it’s so damn good, but Dan wants more, wants it harder. He’s just gonna have to push Flyzik’s buttons a little bit more to get what he wants.
“Come on, is that all you’ve got?” Dan gets out, between gasps and little moans that he knows go straight to Matt’s dick. “You fucking pussy, Flyzik, you can fuck me harder than that and you know it.”
Flyzik pushes in harder and harder until Dan’s practically whimpering and he’s shaking and Matt just smirks and slows down a little so he can speak.
“Had enough yet?”
“Not by a fucking long shot. Keep at it, James,” and Dan watches Matt grit his teeth and start fucking him harder again. Sometimes Dan loves knowing exactly what to say to get Matt Flyzik going again when he’s calmed down a little. He reaches a hand between them and starts stroking himself, just enough and at the right pace to match up with when Matt hits exactly that right spot that makes him gasp a little.
Matt’s been so close to coming for so long now that when he finally does, his orgasm almost comes as a shock to him. He presses in hard one last time and just holds there, breathing hard and muttering “fuck, Dan” under his breath.
While Flyzik is busy coming down, Dan whines and pushes back against Matt’s dick a little, hoping that he doesn’t fucking forget about him. He watches Matt grumble a little and then he jerks Dan off fast, his grip almost tight enough to be painful but just loose enough to feel just as good as Matt fucking him did.
It isn’t long for Dan either, and when he’s done, Flyzik finally pulls out and moves.
“Can I have my setlist back?” Dan asks, grinning up at Matt.
“...Fine. But if you start being a stupid fuck again, I’m taking it back. And I won’t give one to Evan, either,” he adds, because of course he knows that Dan got tonight’s from Evan, who else?
“Truce?” Flyzik nods and Dan’s satisfied with that.
Dan stretches and yawns, feeling his muscles protest a little. He’s gonna be so damn sore tomorrow, but it’s worth it.
It’s always worth it.
Author: promisethstars
Pairing: Dan Nickleski/Matt Flyzik
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Rough sex. I. Yeah. It's rough. And angry.
Summary: And that’s when they figure out how to get shit to work when they fight - they fuck it out.
Disclaimer: This is pretty much just sex and white lies. Also, don't Google yourself. And if you do, don't tweet about what you find.
Notes: This... is possibly one of my favorite things I've ever written. Thanks as always to my Kirkenwife for cheerleading and saying YES I LOVE THIS IDEA WRITE THAT ♥
This shouldn’t work at all. On no level should they be compatible even in the slightest. One’s stubborn with a hell of a temper, and the other’s high-strung well beyond normal levels at the best of times.
But somehow, Dan Nickleski and Matt Flyzik are boyfriends.
The rest of the band and crew are baffled by it. It seems like all they do is bitch and complain and fight with each other. One or the other - usually both - show up with bruises after a particularly long bitching session, and they’re all concerned, but Dan and Flyzik just tell them to fuck off, it’s their business.
The thing is, though, the bruises and bite marks and scratches aren’t just from beating the shit out of each other. While sometimes all that happens is that a few punches get thrown and someone gets pushed up against a wall hard enough to leave them sore, most of the time that’s not where it ends.
One night, early on in their relationship, Matt pushes just a little too hard and Dan ends up biting Flyzik’s lip so hard it draws blood. Matt retaliates by leaving scratch marks down Dan’s back, and fucking him harder than he usually would. Dan bites and sucks at Matt’s hip and leaves a bruise that hangs around for a week afterwards.
And that’s when they figure out how to get shit to work when they fight - they fuck it out.
~*~
Dan doesn’t know what he’s done this time, but Flyzik is really, really pissed off. It’s probably not even his fault entirely, but apparently threatening to hang one of Matt’s many Mickey Mouse toys from the lighting set-up is just the last straw.
“God dammit Nickleski, don’t fucking mess with me. Today is not the day,” he finally snaps, and Dan just smirks.
“Why not? You know you like it when I push you,” Dan says, and pushes Flyzik a little for emphasis.
The punch to his shoulder isn’t entirely unexpected, but it does catch him off-guard a tiny bit.
“What the fuck, seriously. You’re such a pissy bitch today, Flyzik.”
Flyzik sets his jaw and doesn’t say a word. He just stares Dan down, and Dan stares back, until Matt finally just huffs a sigh and walks away. He hears Dan make a noise of triumph and high five somebody, but this isn’t over yet. It’s so fucking far from over that Dan isn’t even going to know what hit him.
~*~
Dan just stares at the setlist next to his equipment. He knew Flyzik was being a dick today, but holy shit.
I HOPE
YOU HAVE A SETLIST
SAVED BECAUSE I AM
NO LONGER GIVING YOU ONE
YOU DON’T WANT
TO FUCK WITH ME
I CONTROL YOU LIFE
IM MORE WAYS
THEN YOU KNOW
LOOK NEW GUY
IM NOT THE MAN
TO FUCK WITH
I WILL ALWAYS WIN
-----------------------------
PS WHEN I SAID I DIDN’T LIKE YOU
AT FIRST I WAS LYING CAUSE
I STILL DON’T LIKE YOU
He tweets a picture of it, and then texts Evan, begging for the setlist. He doesn’t have it saved - yes, he knows that he should have one saved by now, but he didn’t expect this - and he knows Evan will help him out. (Evan kinda follows Dan around sometimes like a lost puppy. His crush on Dan - that he thinks Dan totally has no idea about, yeah right - is actually, admittedly, kind of cute sometimes.)
Dan watches Evan laugh at the back of the venue and glance up. Dan just throws his hands in the air and Evan laughs again, then starts typing on his phone. A minute later, Dan gets the setlist and sends Evan a text back promising him anything he wants at the next food stop for this.
Flyzik doesn’t so much as look at Dan during the show. He’s fuming underneath his calm and collected facade, but Dan knows better, of course. He doesn’t even know anymore why he’s so fucking pissed off, but all he has to know is that Dan’s getting it tonight, and they’re both lucky that it happens to be a hotel night.
~*~
Neither of them say a word to each other in the hotel lobby when Matt’s passing out keys. The rest of the band and crew just exchange looks, but none of them say anything about it either. There’s definitely a feeling of shit’s-going-down-tonight in the air, though.
The walk from the elevator to their room is still just as silent as they’ve been to each other all night, and Dan can feel the charge between them. Usually there’s enough tension in the air that you can almost breathe it in, but this... is different.
They’re barely through the door and Dan only faintly hears it click shut before Matt’s got him pushed up against the wall.
“What the fuck, Nickleski?” he says, shaking his head. “Why the hell do you have to fucking push me. You know I get pissed like this.”
Dan just stares at him, determined not to give in, and Flyzik pulls him off the wall. They get turned around and he pushes Dan flat on his back on the bed. Before Dan can even think or try to move, Matt’s crawled on the bed and is straddling Dan. He gets right in his face, breath hot on Dan’s neck.
“You do not want to push me more than you already have.”
“What if I do?” Dan challenges. “I’m not convinced, Flyzik.”
In another flurry of motion, Dan finds his hands pinned above his head and Matt grinding down on his lap. He bites his lip so he doesn’t moan, because he is not giving Flyzik that satisfiction, dammit.
“You fucking know you like this,” Matt says, voice low. “And you know that I will leave you here without an orgasm tonight if you don’t quit.”
“I’ll believe it when it happens,” Dan spits back, pushing his wrists up against Flyzik’s grip on them. They’re really equally strong, but he’s got just the right amount of leverage to push Matt’s hands off and get them flipped over.
Dan sits with his ass right over the way-too-obvious erection Matt has and just sits there, not moving a muscle. He and Flyzik just stare at each other, seeing which of them is going to be the first to break, the first to push just a little bit more.
Matt finally can’t help it anymore and moves up against Dan’s ass, trying to get a little bit of friction. He’s so painfully hard right now, and he needs to be wearing a lot less clothes than he is. He reaches up and pulls Dan to him, biting his lip and kissing him while they both struggle to get off shirts, then jeans and boxers.
“You’re such a little shit,” Flyzik mutters when Dan finally gets back on top of him and starts biting his neck. “Everything you do fucking annoys me.”
“If you weren’t so god damn bossy and high strung all the time, maybe you wouldn’t be so annoyed,” Dan shoots back, taking a moment away from sucking a bruise into Matt’s neck.
“I don’t know why I even put up with you,” Matt says, then gasps when Dan bites down a little harder than he was. He threads a hand in Dan’s hair and pulls, getting Dan to moan loudly against his neck and go pliant just long enough for Matt to flip them over yet again.
“Why am I always on my back?” Dan half-whines, watching Flyzik spread his legs apart. He takes in a breath at the first burn-pain-pleasure of fingers inside him and it takes all he has to not just push back on Matt’s fingers.
“Because in case you haven’t realized, you’re the bitch here,” Matt says, like it’s a known fact. Dan looks like he might hit Matt for saying that. “What, it’s just the truth.”
“Fuck you, Flyzik.”
“No, fuck you.” And with that, Flyzik pushes in with definitely not enough preparation for Dan, but its been done enough that all it is inside Dan is tight and hot and by the time Matt gets his hips against Dan’s ass, both of them are panting.
There wasn’t nearly enough finger fucking for Dan’s liking, and the only lube Matt bothered with was spitting on his hand a couple times, but its enough so that the drag of Matt’s dick inside him only burns this side of feeling really, really damn good.
Matt’s grip on Dan’s hips is way tighter than it needs to be, but he doesn’t let go while he keeps thrusting. Dan fucking deserves it, deserves for it to hurt, after all the shit he does just to keep chipping away until Matt can’t take it anymore and finally snaps.
It’s good, it’s so damn good, but Dan wants more, wants it harder. He’s just gonna have to push Flyzik’s buttons a little bit more to get what he wants.
“Come on, is that all you’ve got?” Dan gets out, between gasps and little moans that he knows go straight to Matt’s dick. “You fucking pussy, Flyzik, you can fuck me harder than that and you know it.”
Flyzik pushes in harder and harder until Dan’s practically whimpering and he’s shaking and Matt just smirks and slows down a little so he can speak.
“Had enough yet?”
“Not by a fucking long shot. Keep at it, James,” and Dan watches Matt grit his teeth and start fucking him harder again. Sometimes Dan loves knowing exactly what to say to get Matt Flyzik going again when he’s calmed down a little. He reaches a hand between them and starts stroking himself, just enough and at the right pace to match up with when Matt hits exactly that right spot that makes him gasp a little.
Matt’s been so close to coming for so long now that when he finally does, his orgasm almost comes as a shock to him. He presses in hard one last time and just holds there, breathing hard and muttering “fuck, Dan” under his breath.
While Flyzik is busy coming down, Dan whines and pushes back against Matt’s dick a little, hoping that he doesn’t fucking forget about him. He watches Matt grumble a little and then he jerks Dan off fast, his grip almost tight enough to be painful but just loose enough to feel just as good as Matt fucking him did.
It isn’t long for Dan either, and when he’s done, Flyzik finally pulls out and moves.
“Can I have my setlist back?” Dan asks, grinning up at Matt.
“...Fine. But if you start being a stupid fuck again, I’m taking it back. And I won’t give one to Evan, either,” he adds, because of course he knows that Dan got tonight’s from Evan, who else?
“Truce?” Flyzik nods and Dan’s satisfied with that.
Dan stretches and yawns, feeling his muscles protest a little. He’s gonna be so damn sore tomorrow, but it’s worth it.
It’s always worth it.