City-Winter
Title: City-Winter
Rating: R (male/male sexual content)
Disclaimer: I am not associated with these individuals. This is 100% fiction. I am not making any money off of this. The end.
Characters: Nick Swisher, AJ Burnett
Author's Note: Holiday challenge reply. Fic was to include the words "hot chocolate, blush, snow" and a slutty Nick. I tried to oblige. It ended up more as a series of scene snips than a coherent, total thing. Hope you enjoy anyway!
Nick balls snow in his hands and uses a tree down the block for target practice.
"You threw harder in Tampa," AJ tells him.
Nick laughs. "Zero ERA, my man. Zee-ro."
It's a classic city-winter day. Gray sky, gray street, gray slush. Bare tree branches. Ice-glazed windows. Not the best day to be out. But they're not a pair that worries about doing what's best.
Nick hunches down to scoop up more snow. "These gloves suck," he says.
AJ sips calmly from his covered cup. "It'd help if you stop doing that."
Nick misses the tree with his second shot, and he groans his dismay. "Rusty," he sighs. "What fun's winter without snow?"
"Santa's fun."
"What's in that cup?" Nick asks. He turns his head up, bent at the waist with his fingers in the snow. "Smells weak."
"Hot chocolate."
" 'Badass' is fading fast, Burnett," Nick points out, grinning.
"Tradition." AJ shrugs. "Like your bad aim."
"Rust," Nick corrects. He hurls another shot at the tree. It connects, and he pumps a fist. "You see that? Money!"
"Missed it," AJ says, even though he didn't.
"Whipped cream on that tradition?" Nick asks. AJ just smiles before another sip. "Knew it! Gimme some." Nick steals the cup for his own taste.
AJ bunches empty hands in his pockets. "What makes you think I want your mouth on my stuff?"
"Tastes like a walk off," Nick says with licked lips. Then, he laughs. "Wait, was that a trick question?"
***
Outside-to-in warms a guy like nothing else. The apartment is sun-splashed and dusty from absence. Nick pulls his coat off and crashes on the couch.
AJ throws his jacket over the back of a chair. Pulling off a boot, he glances around. "Where's your woman?" he asks.
"Places to go, people to see -- hey, Golden Girls!" Nick sets down the remote.
"Switch that," he murmurs, sitting on the couch.
"You got no taste, Burnett."
"Got plenty of taste," AJ tells him. He reaches for the remote with one hand and Nick's belt with the other. "Not doing this with Golden Girls on."
Nick laughs but doesn't put up a fight. Reruns become college basketball highlights, games blurring behind AJ's shoulders.
" 'Places to go' mean a few hours to spare?"
"Means she's out of town," Nick says. His hands are louder than his voice, grabbing AJ's shirt and hoisting it up. "Thought you didn't want a mouth on your stuff."
"Hands are okay." AJ pulls the belt off and unzips his jeans. "Move. Can't get these off."
Always helpful, Nick shifts back. He shoots an amused look toward the window. "Blinds up?"
AJ shrugs. "Livin' dangerous." He props his elbow on the armrest while Nick fusses with his pants.
"Don't they make zippers in Maryland?" Nick huffs and yanks the third button free.
"They're boring," AJ replies, straight-faced. He leans back and enjoys the frustration.
"Buttons ain't the American way, man."
Finally, Nick is successful. He's got a cold stomach under his hands. It's a lot warmer below that, boxers down to knees. He lowers his head and laps lazily up AJ's cock. The head gets a suck and a swirl of his tongue.
"This what you want?" AJ's voice goes shallow. He rests his cheek on his forearm, eyes slanted down.
Nick meets his stare. "Part one," he says. "Least til you say you like my mouth on your stuff."
"Got some work to do, huh?"
A grin replies. "Nah. You're easy."
***
"Let's make a date, Burnett."
Nick's suggestion is met with a sigh. "That don't sound right." AJ's eyes are part-open. He stretches an arm over the back of the couch, warm in the face and sore everywhere else.
"Nah, hear me out. Next year, we gotta do the dirty with the rings on. Soon as they come in."
"Taint 'em early, huh?" AJ sighs again but for different reasons. He fingers the blushes on Nick's spine. "How long's your lady gone for?"
Nick raises his head with a smirk. "Such a nice guy."
"Yeah, yeah." AJ closes his eyes. "Merry Christmas." He wants to keep an even face. But Nick cracks up, and he has to smile.
*The End*
Rating: R (male/male sexual content)
Disclaimer: I am not associated with these individuals. This is 100% fiction. I am not making any money off of this. The end.
Characters: Nick Swisher, AJ Burnett
Author's Note: Holiday challenge reply. Fic was to include the words "hot chocolate, blush, snow" and a slutty Nick. I tried to oblige. It ended up more as a series of scene snips than a coherent, total thing. Hope you enjoy anyway!
Nick balls snow in his hands and uses a tree down the block for target practice.
"You threw harder in Tampa," AJ tells him.
Nick laughs. "Zero ERA, my man. Zee-ro."
It's a classic city-winter day. Gray sky, gray street, gray slush. Bare tree branches. Ice-glazed windows. Not the best day to be out. But they're not a pair that worries about doing what's best.
Nick hunches down to scoop up more snow. "These gloves suck," he says.
AJ sips calmly from his covered cup. "It'd help if you stop doing that."
Nick misses the tree with his second shot, and he groans his dismay. "Rusty," he sighs. "What fun's winter without snow?"
"Santa's fun."
"What's in that cup?" Nick asks. He turns his head up, bent at the waist with his fingers in the snow. "Smells weak."
"Hot chocolate."
" 'Badass' is fading fast, Burnett," Nick points out, grinning.
"Tradition." AJ shrugs. "Like your bad aim."
"Rust," Nick corrects. He hurls another shot at the tree. It connects, and he pumps a fist. "You see that? Money!"
"Missed it," AJ says, even though he didn't.
"Whipped cream on that tradition?" Nick asks. AJ just smiles before another sip. "Knew it! Gimme some." Nick steals the cup for his own taste.
AJ bunches empty hands in his pockets. "What makes you think I want your mouth on my stuff?"
"Tastes like a walk off," Nick says with licked lips. Then, he laughs. "Wait, was that a trick question?"
***
Outside-to-in warms a guy like nothing else. The apartment is sun-splashed and dusty from absence. Nick pulls his coat off and crashes on the couch.
AJ throws his jacket over the back of a chair. Pulling off a boot, he glances around. "Where's your woman?" he asks.
"Places to go, people to see -- hey, Golden Girls!" Nick sets down the remote.
"Switch that," he murmurs, sitting on the couch.
"You got no taste, Burnett."
"Got plenty of taste," AJ tells him. He reaches for the remote with one hand and Nick's belt with the other. "Not doing this with Golden Girls on."
Nick laughs but doesn't put up a fight. Reruns become college basketball highlights, games blurring behind AJ's shoulders.
" 'Places to go' mean a few hours to spare?"
"Means she's out of town," Nick says. His hands are louder than his voice, grabbing AJ's shirt and hoisting it up. "Thought you didn't want a mouth on your stuff."
"Hands are okay." AJ pulls the belt off and unzips his jeans. "Move. Can't get these off."
Always helpful, Nick shifts back. He shoots an amused look toward the window. "Blinds up?"
AJ shrugs. "Livin' dangerous." He props his elbow on the armrest while Nick fusses with his pants.
"Don't they make zippers in Maryland?" Nick huffs and yanks the third button free.
"They're boring," AJ replies, straight-faced. He leans back and enjoys the frustration.
"Buttons ain't the American way, man."
Finally, Nick is successful. He's got a cold stomach under his hands. It's a lot warmer below that, boxers down to knees. He lowers his head and laps lazily up AJ's cock. The head gets a suck and a swirl of his tongue.
"This what you want?" AJ's voice goes shallow. He rests his cheek on his forearm, eyes slanted down.
Nick meets his stare. "Part one," he says. "Least til you say you like my mouth on your stuff."
"Got some work to do, huh?"
A grin replies. "Nah. You're easy."
***
"Let's make a date, Burnett."
Nick's suggestion is met with a sigh. "That don't sound right." AJ's eyes are part-open. He stretches an arm over the back of the couch, warm in the face and sore everywhere else.
"Nah, hear me out. Next year, we gotta do the dirty with the rings on. Soon as they come in."
"Taint 'em early, huh?" AJ sighs again but for different reasons. He fingers the blushes on Nick's spine. "How long's your lady gone for?"
Nick raises his head with a smirk. "Such a nice guy."
"Yeah, yeah." AJ closes his eyes. "Merry Christmas." He wants to keep an even face. But Nick cracks up, and he has to smile.
*The End*