Fic: These moments, Nick/Tyson
Title: These moments
Prompt: ”Our Love’s The Perfect Crime” from I Wanna by the AAR, prompt provided once more by ur_attention
Pairing: Nick/Tyson
Disclaimer: Not mine, do I need to state it over and over again? No harm intended…
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When he’s past exhausted from too much touring and that they still have more gigs to assure, he lives for these moments.
A/N: Not my favorite piece once again, but I’ll post it anyway….
On tour, he lived only for those moments.
When they were on stage, doing their things and hopefully achieving to make every concert different, he knew there would come a moment when it would happen, sometimes more than once, often more than once.
He’d concentrate on playing his part, playing his guitar like his life was at stake there. He’d pose a little, but that was his thing. He was aware some called him a diva for this, but they were just jealous he liked to think.
Then, when one of his solos would come up, Tyson would make his way to him, sometimes just standing in front of him, other times coming around to embrace him from behind. During some choruses, he’s also come to him so that they would sing together in his mike. All those moments were priceless to him because no matter how much Tyson was into the concert, intending to make it his best performance, during those moments, Nick knew for a fact that he was the only thing on his mind. Tyson would mark him with his scent, breathe in his ear, their mouthes almost kissing sometimes, or he would be mimicking sex with his body or his bass if he was playing it. And the crowd would watch them, and cheer their moment of intimacy.
During those moments, coming out seemed almost doable, but when the concert high would break, they’d have more lucid thoughts about what they could and what they couldn’t do.
So, when he was exhausted, tired of having to hide, those random moments during shows were what he lived for.
Prompt: ”Our Love’s The Perfect Crime” from I Wanna by the AAR, prompt provided once more by ur_attention
Pairing: Nick/Tyson
Disclaimer: Not mine, do I need to state it over and over again? No harm intended…
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When he’s past exhausted from too much touring and that they still have more gigs to assure, he lives for these moments.
A/N: Not my favorite piece once again, but I’ll post it anyway….
On tour, he lived only for those moments.
When they were on stage, doing their things and hopefully achieving to make every concert different, he knew there would come a moment when it would happen, sometimes more than once, often more than once.
He’d concentrate on playing his part, playing his guitar like his life was at stake there. He’d pose a little, but that was his thing. He was aware some called him a diva for this, but they were just jealous he liked to think.
Then, when one of his solos would come up, Tyson would make his way to him, sometimes just standing in front of him, other times coming around to embrace him from behind. During some choruses, he’s also come to him so that they would sing together in his mike. All those moments were priceless to him because no matter how much Tyson was into the concert, intending to make it his best performance, during those moments, Nick knew for a fact that he was the only thing on his mind. Tyson would mark him with his scent, breathe in his ear, their mouthes almost kissing sometimes, or he would be mimicking sex with his body or his bass if he was playing it. And the crowd would watch them, and cheer their moment of intimacy.
During those moments, coming out seemed almost doable, but when the concert high would break, they’d have more lucid thoughts about what they could and what they couldn’t do.
So, when he was exhausted, tired of having to hide, those random moments during shows were what he lived for.