Ficlet : Nick Jonas ain't no Trekkie.
Title : Nick Jonas ain't no Trekkie.
Pairing : Chris Pine/Nick Jonas
Rating : Light R
Summary : The title + mistaken identity.
Warning : Complete and utter crack. And yes, I said ain't. The fic is about as laid back and wtf as the title.
Note : Written for thisissirius and thepodsquad
It's not like Nick doesn't know about the whole Star Trek franchise. It's really kind of hard to miss, because yeah he does live in LA and trekkies are a dime a dozen. He even has female friends, girls who aren't at all interested in space ships or saving the universe, and they've talked about Chris Pine before, if talking is what you call crazy babbling about epic levels of hotness. Nick knows hot guys, successful guys, he's one of them. So really, it's pretty is for him to say that the famously tagged Chris 'Fine' is a douchebag.
So as far as his knowledge goes he knows Chris Pine is hot, an actor with a thriving career, and in Star Trek. It's only natural for Star Trek to automatically lead to thoughts of Spock, and as far as Nick knows Vulcans have tight asses and blond hair. It's an honest mistake, honest as fucking Abe, when he walks up to the actor at a behind stage show for one of the award shows and spreads his fingers, perfect and proper, and says "Live long and prosper," in the most dignified manner.
Pine's face screws up, all confused and yep - total douchebag. He bursts out laughing, bending at his thick muscular waist (and God Nick can't help but notice those thighs, so wide and hard they'd be like an anaconda around his waist as he fucked in.) Sometime between picturing Fine (who really does earn the nickname) writhing underneath him and being completely confused he realizes he's still holding out his fingers, and pulls them back, all hands in pocket cool-like.
"What the fuck?" the older man's voice is whiskey riddled, deep and fogged over, "You've got the wrong man, man." His hand is heavy on Nick's shoulder, a short burst of laughter still vibrating through his body to Nick's.
"Captain James Kirk," Pine winks, all sly and shit, extending his hand to Nick, slipping into character like it's another Armani suit he wears.
Oh, oh. Nick's realizing how stupid the whole situation is, wondering if maybe he should just walk away, but he shakes Pine's hand anyway, and it's hot and sweaty and Nick can hardly stand it.
He's practically drooling, all cock-queen and wondering if maybe Joe would notice if he just slipped away for a few.
The actor's not stupid, seasoned and obviously used to the attention. He gets close, breathing all light and warm against Nick's neck, and whispers lightly, almost kissing Nick's ear, "Wanna ride on my Enterprise?"
Nick doesn't really know what he's talking about, and he's pretty sure he's going to be the captain of this ship, but he nods his head anyways, slipping away.
Pairing : Chris Pine/Nick Jonas
Rating : Light R
Summary : The title + mistaken identity.
Warning : Complete and utter crack. And yes, I said ain't. The fic is about as laid back and wtf as the title.
Note : Written for thisissirius and thepodsquad
It's not like Nick doesn't know about the whole Star Trek franchise. It's really kind of hard to miss, because yeah he does live in LA and trekkies are a dime a dozen. He even has female friends, girls who aren't at all interested in space ships or saving the universe, and they've talked about Chris Pine before, if talking is what you call crazy babbling about epic levels of hotness. Nick knows hot guys, successful guys, he's one of them. So really, it's pretty is for him to say that the famously tagged Chris 'Fine' is a douchebag.
So as far as his knowledge goes he knows Chris Pine is hot, an actor with a thriving career, and in Star Trek. It's only natural for Star Trek to automatically lead to thoughts of Spock, and as far as Nick knows Vulcans have tight asses and blond hair. It's an honest mistake, honest as fucking Abe, when he walks up to the actor at a behind stage show for one of the award shows and spreads his fingers, perfect and proper, and says "Live long and prosper," in the most dignified manner.
Pine's face screws up, all confused and yep - total douchebag. He bursts out laughing, bending at his thick muscular waist (and God Nick can't help but notice those thighs, so wide and hard they'd be like an anaconda around his waist as he fucked in.) Sometime between picturing Fine (who really does earn the nickname) writhing underneath him and being completely confused he realizes he's still holding out his fingers, and pulls them back, all hands in pocket cool-like.
"What the fuck?" the older man's voice is whiskey riddled, deep and fogged over, "You've got the wrong man, man." His hand is heavy on Nick's shoulder, a short burst of laughter still vibrating through his body to Nick's.
"Captain James Kirk," Pine winks, all sly and shit, extending his hand to Nick, slipping into character like it's another Armani suit he wears.
Oh, oh. Nick's realizing how stupid the whole situation is, wondering if maybe he should just walk away, but he shakes Pine's hand anyway, and it's hot and sweaty and Nick can hardly stand it.
He's practically drooling, all cock-queen and wondering if maybe Joe would notice if he just slipped away for a few.
The actor's not stupid, seasoned and obviously used to the attention. He gets close, breathing all light and warm against Nick's neck, and whispers lightly, almost kissing Nick's ear, "Wanna ride on my Enterprise?"
Nick doesn't really know what he's talking about, and he's pretty sure he's going to be the captain of this ship, but he nods his head anyways, slipping away.