Fic: The All-American Rejects, Nick/Tyson, Let Her Know
I've never done that... well, yes, I did, once but I don't know how to present it so I just kinda totally did the same thing ashspark put for her awesome fic about the guys...
Title: Let Her Know
Summary: Tyson wrote a break up song for his girlfriend, asking his friend Nick to come over to give him some help. I fail so much at this rofl...
Rating: PG
Genesis/prompt: I started writing it when Tyson put the video of his new song online & when I couldn't stop listening to it.
Disclaimer: If they belonged to me, they would be even more obvious than they already are. So I definitely don't own them.
Pairing: Nick/Tyson, duh.
A/N: I'm really not sure about it. This is my first real slash fic. It's kind of a surprise for runawaytomars, to thank her for making me love these guys so much & to ashspark for the plot outlines exclusives & the support. ILY GURLS SFM you have no idea.
Let Her Know
« There you go... » Tyson stops the recording. He looks into Nick's eyes. He's watching him too.
« So that's done, huh... »
« Yep... Better like that, I guess... » Tyson shrugs.
« Yeaah... »
Silence. Nick hates it when they are silent. It's never good. Because it means they're awkward. And usually they are not.
« Soooo... » Tyson says, rolling his eyes. Nick laughs. The tension seems to disappear just a bit.
« Planning on staying? » Tyson drops his guitar on the side of the bed where it is quickly joined by the laptop. He's leaning towards Nick across the bed.
« Umm, yeah I don't know... I should probably go... » What, he's stuttering now?
Tyson freezes. He backs up & sit straight again. « Oh, ok... »
If Nick could slam his head on something right now, he totally would.
« Ty, that's not what I meant... Err, fuck... »
« No, Nicky, it's okay. I know. Robyn must be waiting for you and... »
Actually, Ty can't think of any other reasons why Nick wouldn't stay with him tonight and it's starting to fuck with his mind.
« But I mean, you need time to get over it anyway... Right? » Nick seems awkward and what the fuck is wrong with him?
« Get over what? Nicky come on! I got over her since a while already... You know that, better than anyone... » He's getting closer, and Nick's breathing is starting to get all messed up and Ty is fucking topless, and on A BED and those are two fucking turn on. Fuck.
« Nicky... what is it? » Nick closed his eyes. And now Ty's breath is incredibly close and so that means that Ty's mouth is not far away from his mouth and fuck that! He tries to stay still but he feels the bed moving and so is Ty, getting closer to him, starting to put his hands on Nick's chest and Nick is really trying to breathe normally but it's just not easy.
« You're right Nick... I need to get over her. » The sound of Ty's voice is just a whisper and right next to his ear and Nick breathe is not steady at all.
« Would you help me... please? » Now Ty's hands are all over Nick's body and he's not breathing at all. Ty's hand is getting under his t-shirt.
« It's not fair, I'm already half naked » Nick can hear the pout in Ty's voice and his giggling.
« Oh, what now? You're giggling like a teenage girl Nicky? » He's rubbing his nose against Nick's cheek. His lips are almost against Nick's throat and he can feel his breathing against his flaming skin. He also can feel his boner against his leg. Damn.
« Ty... » And that did not came out right...
« Pleading now? » Tyson is laughing in Nick's neck, kissing lightly & sucking sometimes. Nick is losing it. Something vibrate in his pocket... WHAT THE FUCK? He jumps, surprised by how turn on he is and get his phone out of his pocket. Text.
« Oh, for fuck's sake... » Ty lies on the bed, a hand covering his face.
« It's... »
« Yeah, no, let me guess. She's tall, brown hair and a fucking big pair of boobs? Is it your fucking top model girlfriend? Am I right? What did I win? »
« Come on, Ty... »
« No, you come on, Nick! I did not called you here just to watch me fight with Kim over the phone and do the background on a fucking whiny song! »
Tyson gets up and starts walking in the bedroom and kicking everything he can. Nick thinks that's cute but it's not the moment to say that out loud.
The truth is that now that Tyson is single, what they have is getting more serious. It was already kind of serious but he just fucking recorded a song and he's gonna post it for the world to see and shit. And Nick is kind of freaking out.
« Fuck Nick! I broke up with her! She cried like a baby and she told me she should have known because it was so obvious! And you wanna know the best part? I actually liked her! She was fun. And smoking hot! But I broke up with her! I did it. Because I don't want to cheat, or whatever is it we're doing. Because, fuck, Nick, it's gonna sound stupid but I wanna be with you and I don't want to share and I thought you wouldn't want to share either... »
Tyson runs his hand down his face, then sits back on the bed. It's not like Nick was doing anything with Robyn anyway...
« I sound like a fucking girl. Fuck that shit. » He doesn't even try to laugh because he really means it. He hates to show that he actually has feelings too. Nick has always been the girly one. He'd just get on with whatever was happening. Nick had been the one kissing him in the first place. Nick had been the one to say I love you. It's not that Tyson doesn't love Nick, hell no, it's just that when he takes decision, it's always too much. Like right now. He had to break up with his girlfriend, because he wanted to make a commitment to Nick. Well, fuck that.
« Tyson... » Nick sighs.
« Whatever, go, I'll see you tomorrow with the guys. Doesn't matter. »
Tyson is crawling under the blanket. Nick sits on the bed. Some time pass then Tyson can hear Nick texting back.
« Move your tiny ass and take those pants off. »
Tyson can't help from smiling. He moves so he can get his pants off and so he makes some place for Nick who's taking off his shirt. They look at each other. Nick smiles too, because he can't fucking help it. Whatever is going on between them, commitment, girlfriends, all of it doesn't matter. It is the best fucking thing ever.