Jealousy
Pairing: AJ/Nick
Word Count: 536
Rating: PG-13
Authors' notes: This has been in my head all day (even in church...woops!) so I had to get it down, even if it is crap. I mean, it kinda turned out how I wanted, but umm...yeah lol. And this is also my first real attempt at slash writing. Please don't laugh. Or if you do, inward laughter's good too. (Originally posted March 28, 2005.)
Jealousy
He burst through the door and immediately pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to the ground once he was inside. He didn't know he was waiting.
He looked up from his comfortable position on the couch with one leg on the coffee table, surprised but not so much, to find him without a shirt.
He bit his lip. "I--I didn't know you were gonna be here." His voice quivered.
He coughed before responding. "Yeah, I uhh..." Pause. Another cough. "I stayed here last night. In case you came back." He watched as he slowly moved from the door to a nearby chair.
"So, what are you reading?" he asked, trying to make small talk as he thought about what he really wanted to say.
He knew this. He was never one to simply come out with what he needed to say. "Just an article about," he glanced back down at the closed magazine in his hand. Sports Illustrated. "Umm, sports."
He laughed a little. "Anything worth sharing?"
He rolled his eyes. "Cut the crap."
He looked down at a half-empty bag of chips on the ground from the night before he guessed. "Sorry. Look--"
"Before you say anything, I'll have you know that I couldn't sleep at all last night."
"I know. Well I mean, I don't know, but I understand. I just--" he paused as a cell phone began to ring. He looked back to where it sat on the nightstand.
He started to follow the noise with his eyes as well until he caught the sight of his tattoos. He loved them almost as if they were his own.
"You gonna get that?" he asked, hoping to buy time.
Again, he knew this and shook his head.
He forced a huge lump of nothingness down his throat. "I...well..."
"We don't have all day."
He nodded. "It's just...I saw you...talking to him. And I don't know. I just got jeal--" he paused and twitched a little. "Jeal--"
He raised an eyebrow. "Jealous? Of me talking to--"
"I know! I know it sounds stupid, but God can you blame me? You're the most beautiful person I've ever known, inside and out. And I'm selfish and I want you all to myself and--" Pause. His hand ran through his hair. "I can't believe I just admitted that. I'm so weak when it comes to you. Can't you see what you do to me?"
A smile played on his lips as he looked down at his watch. "We were just talking. About some Italian or...wait it could've been...whatever kind it was, it was food." He reached over and rested his hand on his face, stroking with his thumb, enjoying the feeling of the fuzziness. "You know I love you."
He could feel the temperature rising in his cheeks. "I love you too," he whispered before connecting his lips with his.
He broke the kiss suddenly. "Now where the hell did you go last night?!"
Awkward laughter. "Can I tell you in the shower?" He wiggled his eyebrows and licked his lips.
He didn't say or do anything for a moment. Then he removed his hat. "You got me."
Word Count: 536
Rating: PG-13
Authors' notes: This has been in my head all day (even in church...woops!) so I had to get it down, even if it is crap. I mean, it kinda turned out how I wanted, but umm...yeah lol. And this is also my first real attempt at slash writing. Please don't laugh. Or if you do, inward laughter's good too. (Originally posted March 28, 2005.)
Jealousy
He burst through the door and immediately pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to the ground once he was inside. He didn't know he was waiting.
He looked up from his comfortable position on the couch with one leg on the coffee table, surprised but not so much, to find him without a shirt.
He bit his lip. "I--I didn't know you were gonna be here." His voice quivered.
He coughed before responding. "Yeah, I uhh..." Pause. Another cough. "I stayed here last night. In case you came back." He watched as he slowly moved from the door to a nearby chair.
"So, what are you reading?" he asked, trying to make small talk as he thought about what he really wanted to say.
He knew this. He was never one to simply come out with what he needed to say. "Just an article about," he glanced back down at the closed magazine in his hand. Sports Illustrated. "Umm, sports."
He laughed a little. "Anything worth sharing?"
He rolled his eyes. "Cut the crap."
He looked down at a half-empty bag of chips on the ground from the night before he guessed. "Sorry. Look--"
"Before you say anything, I'll have you know that I couldn't sleep at all last night."
"I know. Well I mean, I don't know, but I understand. I just--" he paused as a cell phone began to ring. He looked back to where it sat on the nightstand.
He started to follow the noise with his eyes as well until he caught the sight of his tattoos. He loved them almost as if they were his own.
"You gonna get that?" he asked, hoping to buy time.
Again, he knew this and shook his head.
He forced a huge lump of nothingness down his throat. "I...well..."
"We don't have all day."
He nodded. "It's just...I saw you...talking to him. And I don't know. I just got jeal--" he paused and twitched a little. "Jeal--"
He raised an eyebrow. "Jealous? Of me talking to--"
"I know! I know it sounds stupid, but God can you blame me? You're the most beautiful person I've ever known, inside and out. And I'm selfish and I want you all to myself and--" Pause. His hand ran through his hair. "I can't believe I just admitted that. I'm so weak when it comes to you. Can't you see what you do to me?"
A smile played on his lips as he looked down at his watch. "We were just talking. About some Italian or...wait it could've been...whatever kind it was, it was food." He reached over and rested his hand on his face, stroking with his thumb, enjoying the feeling of the fuzziness. "You know I love you."
He could feel the temperature rising in his cheeks. "I love you too," he whispered before connecting his lips with his.
He broke the kiss suddenly. "Now where the hell did you go last night?!"
Awkward laughter. "Can I tell you in the shower?" He wiggled his eyebrows and licked his lips.
He didn't say or do anything for a moment. Then he removed his hat. "You got me."