Lights Will Guide You Home, Ch. 19/?
Media: Fic
Title: Lights Will Guide You Home
Rating: R
Spoilers (if any): nada
Warnings (if any): boy sexy-times (not graphic), NICU
Word Count: 5700
Summary: 13 years from now, Blaine and Kurt have made a fabulous life for themselves, but there's something missing...
A/N: I apologize if this chapter comes out really crappy. I was SO into the first part - it didn't take hardly any effort or even a whole lot of time. And then I got to the last half, and literally re-wrote it like 3 different times, and it moved so slow, and I've been working on it all day long. And I keep inexplicably falling asleep at the keyboard. I tried to write something about Blaine needing to rest up for Nationals. Like, come ON brain, where are you even GETTING these things?? This is set like 15 years into the future!!!
Anyway, if it's bad, I'm sorry. But hopefully Niff and Papa!Burt will make you guys at least a little happy.
Lights Will Guide You Home
Chapter 19
“Seems like a cool place,” Nick was saying to Kurt and Blaine as they sat down with their coffee at Cafe Vivaldi.
They'd left Lily in the capable hands of Sarah Grace a few hours earlier than normal for a Saturday, and had followed Jeff's very vague instructions to bring Nick to the cafe. He'd given them no details other than the place and time, and they were very interested to see what exactly he had up his sleeve.
A waitress came by to see if they needed anything other than their coffee, and Blaine settled back in his chair.
“So Nick, have you given any more thought to what we talked about on Wednesday?”
“I have, actually,” he replied. “I feel better. I think you're right - I was really lonely. And also sexually frustrated. And I'm missing Jeff a lot more than I realized I would...”
“Have you told him that?” Kurt asked.
“Yeah, we've talked several times since then. I think it's going to be fine - he really doesn't seem mad about what happened, and I promised him that I wouldn't be going to get wasted with a bunch of straight guys anymore. Or girls, for that matter.”
“So … are you not identifying yourself as straight anymore, then?”
Nick grinned. “I think we're calling it Jeffsexual.”
Just then, he was interrupted by the owner of the cafe speaking into a microphone set up at the front of the cafe.
“Welcome to Open Mic night at Cafe Vivaldi! We're just gonna get right down to it and start with our first performer - please give a warm welcome to Tara O'Neal!”
Oh. Open Mic Night...
This would be interesting.
The girl sat down with her guitar, and Kurt and Blaine exchanged a knowing glance.
“Oh, awesome, I didn't know they had live music here!” Nick turned his chair so he could see the girl better. “This is one of the things I love most about New York - everywhere you go, somebody's always performing.”
They listened to the beginning of her song, then started quietly talking again.
“So Jeffsexual, huh?” Kurt said.
“Yeah. Never thought I'd say that... but, yeah.”
“So have you guys had a 'define the relationship' talk yet?” Blaine asked him.
“Jeff has left that ball in my court. I think he's doing it intentionally, like he doesn't want to scare me off by being too pushy or something.”
“Can you blame him?”
Nick smiled. “No, not really. But I haven't gotten up the guts to do it yet. And … I really would rather talk about something like that in person. Skype is fantastic for flirting and talking about work and stuff that's not important, but I really think for a conversation like that, we need to be in the same room.”
“You just want to make out with him afterwards,” Kurt teased. A pink flush rose in Nick's cheeks.
“Well … yeah … there's also that. I think I might need a reminder of what it's like, kissing him, before I really can make my final decision...” He laughed nervously. “Seriously though, I do just really want to see him. I guess I'll have to try to be patient.”
Not as patient as you might think, Blaine thought to himself.
The three men talked through two more songs, and then Kurt caught a glimpse of Jeff in the background of the stage. He squeezed Blaine's hand under the table.
The cafe owner came to the microphone again. “Next up, coming all the way from Chicago … please welcome Jeff Strickland!”
Nick swore he could feel his heart pounding in his toes.
“Holy shit. He's here,” he said softly, then turned to the couple sitting with him. “Did you two know about this??”
“Not exactly,” Blaine answered him. “He just asked us to bring you here - he didn't tell us anything else.”
Jeff walked over and sat down at the piano, dressed casually in dark, skinny jeans and a slim-fitting green t-shirt. They could tell that it was all Nick could do to remain seated at that moment - he was clutching the table so hard that his knuckles were turning white.
“So before I sing, there's something I'd like to say,” he spoke into the microphone at the piano. “She was right-” he nodded at the owner “-I did come all the way from Chicago. Specifically to sing this song for the most important person in my life right now.” He looked straight at Nick, who looked like he was going to simultaneously run up on the stage and jump him, and melt onto the floor in one big, almost-embarrassed but intensely-satisfied puddle.
Jeff continued. “Hans Christian Anderson once said,'When words fail, music speaks.' My words have failed time and time again, but hopefully this song will convey everything I've been trying to say the last month. Everything that I'm about to sing is the honest truth. So … here goes.”
Cheers rose from the audience - crowds did always like a romantic backstory - as his fingers began to flow over the ivory keys, and Nick immediately recognized the song. He unintentionally held his breath as Jeff started to sing.
When the rain is blowing in your face,
And the whole world is on your case,
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love.
When the evening shadows and the stars appear,
And there is no one there to dry your tears,
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love.
Jeff looked straight into Nick's eyes as he belted out the next lines, willing him to feel what he was feeling. It was like they were the only two people in the room, their gazes fixed only on each other. And Nick realized what he'd known all along - that looking at Jeff was like looking at home. That there were 18 years of memories playing out in the space between them, hanging in the air like wisps of the sweetest-smelling smoke. How could he ever, even for a second, have considered giving that up? Because it wasn't the social norm? Because it wasn't what was expected?
I know you haven't made your mind up yet,
But I would never do you wrong.
I've known it from the moment that we met,
No doubt in my mind where you belong.
I'd go hungry; I'd go black and blue,
I'd go crawling down the avenue.
No, there's nothing that I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love.
If there had been any doubt in Nick's mind about what he wanted - needed - to do, it was long gone. Once and for all, without hesitation or qualms, he would tell the status quo where to stick it. This was what he wanted - Jeff was what he wanted. He gripped his coffee mug to try and steady himself, attempting to make it until at least the end of the song before he pounced on the man onstage. It was almost too much, too overwhelming, especially when he'd been nearly ready to throw in the towel just four days ago.
The storms are raging on the rolling sea
And on the highway of regret.
The winds of change are blowing wild and free,
You ain't seen nothing like me yet.
I could make you happy, make your dreams come true.
Nothing that I wouldn't do.
Go to the ends of the Earth for you,
To make you feel my love
To make you feel my love
Applause erupted in the cafe, and Jeff smiled his sweet, crooked smile and nodded at his audience before hopping off the stage. He had to literally tell his feet not to run to Nick's table. Nick stood up, not caring who was watching, and enveloped his - he didn't even know what to call him, at this point, his Jeff - into a rib-crushing hug.
“I can't believe you're here,” he whispered into the taller man's ear.
Jeff grinned into his soft, dark hair. “I had to come. I needed to make sure you're okay. You've been so upset this week...”
“I think we should get out of here.”
Sweeter words had never been spoken, and Jeff's heart began hammering inside his chest as Nick reluctantly released him, grasping his hand instead, and began pulling him toward the door. A quick glance back and Blaine and Kurt, who looked like they were having their own moment, who paused for a wave of their hands that said “Go, now,” and they were outside, the cool spring breeze making their hair gently flutter on their foreheads.
Nick could absolutely wait no longer. He knew that Jeff would wait for him to make the first move, though he was already showing obvious signs of crumbling restraint. He pulled Jeff close again, hooking one hand around the back of his head, and drug their lips together. He heard Jeff's breath catch in his throat, a strangled sort of noise, and then it was fire and heat and God, how could he ever have felt that a drunk girl who happened to have a sizable amount of cleavage was better than this? They melted into each other, drifting over to the brick wall of the building they'd just walked out of, hands tugging at hair and hems and waistlines.
“This is … we shouldn't be … we should talk about this first …” Jeff was babbling as Nick's lips and tongue made their way down his neck.
“Jeff. Shut. Up.”
“But...”
Nick huffed and silenced the man himself, lips on soft lips, raking his hands up under that beautifully-fitting t-shirt and over Jeff's lean back muscles. Jeff groaned suddenly at the contact with his bare skin.
“Nick, if we're not going to talk, we at least need to get a cab,” he gasped, trying to retain some semblance of composure. It wasn't working well for either of them.
Nick let out a frustrated growl, but broke apart from him long enough to hail a cab and for them to get inside. They managed to subdue their urges for the ride home, intertwined fingers the only sign of their desire, but as soon as they got in his building, Jeff's fingers were tangled in his hair and he was pulling at Jeff's shirt. They kissed up the stairs, trying not to stumble over themselves or each other, and with a shaky hand, Nick unlocked his door. Shirts were quickly peeled off and discarded haphazardly on the floor as they made their way to the couch, never breaking contact.
“Wait. Wait...” Jeff gasped as he felt Nick's hand start to trail downward. “This isn't why I sang to you, to get you to do this...”
“I'm aware of that.” Nick was sucking on his neck, making it very hard to concentrate.
“Jesus... Nick...”
“Mmm?”
“Just … just stop for a second.” Nick pulled back, his eyes slightly downcast.
“Am I doing something wrong?”
Jeff couldn't help but laugh. “No. No, not at all, you're doing too much right, actually. I just … I definitely want to continue where this is going, but...”
“But you need to know where this is going, I get it.” Nick looked him straight in the eyes. “The heart wants what the heart wants, remember?” He nodded. “My heart wants you.”
A smile twitched on the edge of Jeff's lips. “Are you sure it's your heart that wants me right now?”
“Among other things, yes.” Nick was trying to pull off the haughtiness that Kurt did so well, and failed miserably. His composure broke, he started laughing, and Jeff immediately joined him. They fell back together, much less desperate than they'd been before, and Nick propped himself up on an elbow.
“Seriously, Jeff,” he said, looking at him with an adoring look in his eyes and brushing a stray piece of hair off his forehead, “I want you. You. I was looking at you tonight while you were singing - having you here with me is like being home. I don't feel right without you - I'm sorry that I'm realizing that so late. Screw the social norms, screw what people think, screw the status quo, I want you. I think - I might possibly be falling in love with you.”
A single tear dripped from the corner of Jeff's eye, down his temple and into his hair.
“You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear you say that.” His voice sounded different, rawer, less controlled, and Nick could practically see his eyes smoldering.
“I think we should make up for lost time, then, don't you?”
Jeff didn't have to hear that twice, and suddenly Nick found himself underneath the tall, thin, blonde man. Jeff was bent over, trying to get a taste of every inch of the sweet neck stretched out before him, and every movement either of them made produced electrifying friction. He thought he would die then and there the first time Nick rolled his hips in an upward motion. He wasn't the only one.
“Holy shit … Jeff...”
“I know. I know … are you okay?” he managed to ask as he moved down to Nick's collarbone.
“God.” Another roll upwards, and another. Nick's muscles grew taut. “Holy … fuck.”
One more roll of his hips, and suddenly he was slack-jawed, collapsing in a pile of limp limbs backwards onto the couch cushions, his heart galloping out of his chest.
Jeff sat back. “Nick? Did you just...”
“Uh, yeah.” He paused, still panting, and buried his face in his hands. “God, that's embarrassing. I haven't done that since like high school... I'm sorry. Please don't gauge my sexual prowess on this one time...”
Jeff smiled, and gently moved his hands off his face. “Hey. Look at me.” His eyes slid open. “It's okay. I can't believe … I mean, I just did that to you …”
“Yeah. You certainly did.” His cheeks were still flushed, but a sheepish smile crept over his lips. “Come here.”
Jeff lay down next to him, expecting post-orgasmic cuddles, but was instead shocked to feel Nick's warm hand move to his crotch.
“Oh. Nick. You don't have to...”
“Shhh,” he said gently. “I just want to return the favor. But … you're going to have to sort of talk me through this - I don't really know what I'm doing...”
Jeff laughed. “Sure you do. Just do to me whatever you'd do to yourself. We can get more … specific … later.”
And so Nick stroked and rubbed until Jeff was a slack-jawed, limp-limbed mess himself.
“Can we move to the bed?” Nick asked after he'd given Jeff time to completely come down. “I want to keep cuddling, but my arm is going to sleep...”
“Oh! Sorry … yeah, sure. We should probably clean up anyway...”
Nick grabbed two pairs of clean boxer shorts out of his dresser drawer, handed one to Jeff, and they cleaned themselves up, changed, and crawled into Nick's bed together.
“I can't believe this is actually happening,” Jeff murmured as they held each other.
Nick traced the outline of Jeff's face with the tip of his forefinger. “I can't either. But I've never felt so right about anything in my entire life.”
Part 2, because LJ is sort-of dumb sometimes.
Title: Lights Will Guide You Home
Rating: R
Spoilers (if any): nada
Warnings (if any): boy sexy-times (not graphic), NICU
Word Count: 5700
Summary: 13 years from now, Blaine and Kurt have made a fabulous life for themselves, but there's something missing...
A/N: I apologize if this chapter comes out really crappy. I was SO into the first part - it didn't take hardly any effort or even a whole lot of time. And then I got to the last half, and literally re-wrote it like 3 different times, and it moved so slow, and I've been working on it all day long. And I keep inexplicably falling asleep at the keyboard. I tried to write something about Blaine needing to rest up for Nationals. Like, come ON brain, where are you even GETTING these things?? This is set like 15 years into the future!!!
Anyway, if it's bad, I'm sorry. But hopefully Niff and Papa!Burt will make you guys at least a little happy.
Lights Will Guide You Home
Chapter 19
“Seems like a cool place,” Nick was saying to Kurt and Blaine as they sat down with their coffee at Cafe Vivaldi.
They'd left Lily in the capable hands of Sarah Grace a few hours earlier than normal for a Saturday, and had followed Jeff's very vague instructions to bring Nick to the cafe. He'd given them no details other than the place and time, and they were very interested to see what exactly he had up his sleeve.
A waitress came by to see if they needed anything other than their coffee, and Blaine settled back in his chair.
“So Nick, have you given any more thought to what we talked about on Wednesday?”
“I have, actually,” he replied. “I feel better. I think you're right - I was really lonely. And also sexually frustrated. And I'm missing Jeff a lot more than I realized I would...”
“Have you told him that?” Kurt asked.
“Yeah, we've talked several times since then. I think it's going to be fine - he really doesn't seem mad about what happened, and I promised him that I wouldn't be going to get wasted with a bunch of straight guys anymore. Or girls, for that matter.”
“So … are you not identifying yourself as straight anymore, then?”
Nick grinned. “I think we're calling it Jeffsexual.”
Just then, he was interrupted by the owner of the cafe speaking into a microphone set up at the front of the cafe.
“Welcome to Open Mic night at Cafe Vivaldi! We're just gonna get right down to it and start with our first performer - please give a warm welcome to Tara O'Neal!”
Oh. Open Mic Night...
This would be interesting.
The girl sat down with her guitar, and Kurt and Blaine exchanged a knowing glance.
“Oh, awesome, I didn't know they had live music here!” Nick turned his chair so he could see the girl better. “This is one of the things I love most about New York - everywhere you go, somebody's always performing.”
They listened to the beginning of her song, then started quietly talking again.
“So Jeffsexual, huh?” Kurt said.
“Yeah. Never thought I'd say that... but, yeah.”
“So have you guys had a 'define the relationship' talk yet?” Blaine asked him.
“Jeff has left that ball in my court. I think he's doing it intentionally, like he doesn't want to scare me off by being too pushy or something.”
“Can you blame him?”
Nick smiled. “No, not really. But I haven't gotten up the guts to do it yet. And … I really would rather talk about something like that in person. Skype is fantastic for flirting and talking about work and stuff that's not important, but I really think for a conversation like that, we need to be in the same room.”
“You just want to make out with him afterwards,” Kurt teased. A pink flush rose in Nick's cheeks.
“Well … yeah … there's also that. I think I might need a reminder of what it's like, kissing him, before I really can make my final decision...” He laughed nervously. “Seriously though, I do just really want to see him. I guess I'll have to try to be patient.”
Not as patient as you might think, Blaine thought to himself.
The three men talked through two more songs, and then Kurt caught a glimpse of Jeff in the background of the stage. He squeezed Blaine's hand under the table.
The cafe owner came to the microphone again. “Next up, coming all the way from Chicago … please welcome Jeff Strickland!”
Nick swore he could feel his heart pounding in his toes.
“Holy shit. He's here,” he said softly, then turned to the couple sitting with him. “Did you two know about this??”
“Not exactly,” Blaine answered him. “He just asked us to bring you here - he didn't tell us anything else.”
Jeff walked over and sat down at the piano, dressed casually in dark, skinny jeans and a slim-fitting green t-shirt. They could tell that it was all Nick could do to remain seated at that moment - he was clutching the table so hard that his knuckles were turning white.
“So before I sing, there's something I'd like to say,” he spoke into the microphone at the piano. “She was right-” he nodded at the owner “-I did come all the way from Chicago. Specifically to sing this song for the most important person in my life right now.” He looked straight at Nick, who looked like he was going to simultaneously run up on the stage and jump him, and melt onto the floor in one big, almost-embarrassed but intensely-satisfied puddle.
Jeff continued. “Hans Christian Anderson once said,'When words fail, music speaks.' My words have failed time and time again, but hopefully this song will convey everything I've been trying to say the last month. Everything that I'm about to sing is the honest truth. So … here goes.”
Cheers rose from the audience - crowds did always like a romantic backstory - as his fingers began to flow over the ivory keys, and Nick immediately recognized the song. He unintentionally held his breath as Jeff started to sing.
When the rain is blowing in your face,
And the whole world is on your case,
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love.
When the evening shadows and the stars appear,
And there is no one there to dry your tears,
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love.
Jeff looked straight into Nick's eyes as he belted out the next lines, willing him to feel what he was feeling. It was like they were the only two people in the room, their gazes fixed only on each other. And Nick realized what he'd known all along - that looking at Jeff was like looking at home. That there were 18 years of memories playing out in the space between them, hanging in the air like wisps of the sweetest-smelling smoke. How could he ever, even for a second, have considered giving that up? Because it wasn't the social norm? Because it wasn't what was expected?
I know you haven't made your mind up yet,
But I would never do you wrong.
I've known it from the moment that we met,
No doubt in my mind where you belong.
I'd go hungry; I'd go black and blue,
I'd go crawling down the avenue.
No, there's nothing that I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love.
If there had been any doubt in Nick's mind about what he wanted - needed - to do, it was long gone. Once and for all, without hesitation or qualms, he would tell the status quo where to stick it. This was what he wanted - Jeff was what he wanted. He gripped his coffee mug to try and steady himself, attempting to make it until at least the end of the song before he pounced on the man onstage. It was almost too much, too overwhelming, especially when he'd been nearly ready to throw in the towel just four days ago.
The storms are raging on the rolling sea
And on the highway of regret.
The winds of change are blowing wild and free,
You ain't seen nothing like me yet.
I could make you happy, make your dreams come true.
Nothing that I wouldn't do.
Go to the ends of the Earth for you,
To make you feel my love
To make you feel my love
Applause erupted in the cafe, and Jeff smiled his sweet, crooked smile and nodded at his audience before hopping off the stage. He had to literally tell his feet not to run to Nick's table. Nick stood up, not caring who was watching, and enveloped his - he didn't even know what to call him, at this point, his Jeff - into a rib-crushing hug.
“I can't believe you're here,” he whispered into the taller man's ear.
Jeff grinned into his soft, dark hair. “I had to come. I needed to make sure you're okay. You've been so upset this week...”
“I think we should get out of here.”
Sweeter words had never been spoken, and Jeff's heart began hammering inside his chest as Nick reluctantly released him, grasping his hand instead, and began pulling him toward the door. A quick glance back and Blaine and Kurt, who looked like they were having their own moment, who paused for a wave of their hands that said “Go, now,” and they were outside, the cool spring breeze making their hair gently flutter on their foreheads.
Nick could absolutely wait no longer. He knew that Jeff would wait for him to make the first move, though he was already showing obvious signs of crumbling restraint. He pulled Jeff close again, hooking one hand around the back of his head, and drug their lips together. He heard Jeff's breath catch in his throat, a strangled sort of noise, and then it was fire and heat and God, how could he ever have felt that a drunk girl who happened to have a sizable amount of cleavage was better than this? They melted into each other, drifting over to the brick wall of the building they'd just walked out of, hands tugging at hair and hems and waistlines.
“This is … we shouldn't be … we should talk about this first …” Jeff was babbling as Nick's lips and tongue made their way down his neck.
“Jeff. Shut. Up.”
“But...”
Nick huffed and silenced the man himself, lips on soft lips, raking his hands up under that beautifully-fitting t-shirt and over Jeff's lean back muscles. Jeff groaned suddenly at the contact with his bare skin.
“Nick, if we're not going to talk, we at least need to get a cab,” he gasped, trying to retain some semblance of composure. It wasn't working well for either of them.
Nick let out a frustrated growl, but broke apart from him long enough to hail a cab and for them to get inside. They managed to subdue their urges for the ride home, intertwined fingers the only sign of their desire, but as soon as they got in his building, Jeff's fingers were tangled in his hair and he was pulling at Jeff's shirt. They kissed up the stairs, trying not to stumble over themselves or each other, and with a shaky hand, Nick unlocked his door. Shirts were quickly peeled off and discarded haphazardly on the floor as they made their way to the couch, never breaking contact.
“Wait. Wait...” Jeff gasped as he felt Nick's hand start to trail downward. “This isn't why I sang to you, to get you to do this...”
“I'm aware of that.” Nick was sucking on his neck, making it very hard to concentrate.
“Jesus... Nick...”
“Mmm?”
“Just … just stop for a second.” Nick pulled back, his eyes slightly downcast.
“Am I doing something wrong?”
Jeff couldn't help but laugh. “No. No, not at all, you're doing too much right, actually. I just … I definitely want to continue where this is going, but...”
“But you need to know where this is going, I get it.” Nick looked him straight in the eyes. “The heart wants what the heart wants, remember?” He nodded. “My heart wants you.”
A smile twitched on the edge of Jeff's lips. “Are you sure it's your heart that wants me right now?”
“Among other things, yes.” Nick was trying to pull off the haughtiness that Kurt did so well, and failed miserably. His composure broke, he started laughing, and Jeff immediately joined him. They fell back together, much less desperate than they'd been before, and Nick propped himself up on an elbow.
“Seriously, Jeff,” he said, looking at him with an adoring look in his eyes and brushing a stray piece of hair off his forehead, “I want you. You. I was looking at you tonight while you were singing - having you here with me is like being home. I don't feel right without you - I'm sorry that I'm realizing that so late. Screw the social norms, screw what people think, screw the status quo, I want you. I think - I might possibly be falling in love with you.”
A single tear dripped from the corner of Jeff's eye, down his temple and into his hair.
“You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear you say that.” His voice sounded different, rawer, less controlled, and Nick could practically see his eyes smoldering.
“I think we should make up for lost time, then, don't you?”
Jeff didn't have to hear that twice, and suddenly Nick found himself underneath the tall, thin, blonde man. Jeff was bent over, trying to get a taste of every inch of the sweet neck stretched out before him, and every movement either of them made produced electrifying friction. He thought he would die then and there the first time Nick rolled his hips in an upward motion. He wasn't the only one.
“Holy shit … Jeff...”
“I know. I know … are you okay?” he managed to ask as he moved down to Nick's collarbone.
“God.” Another roll upwards, and another. Nick's muscles grew taut. “Holy … fuck.”
One more roll of his hips, and suddenly he was slack-jawed, collapsing in a pile of limp limbs backwards onto the couch cushions, his heart galloping out of his chest.
Jeff sat back. “Nick? Did you just...”
“Uh, yeah.” He paused, still panting, and buried his face in his hands. “God, that's embarrassing. I haven't done that since like high school... I'm sorry. Please don't gauge my sexual prowess on this one time...”
Jeff smiled, and gently moved his hands off his face. “Hey. Look at me.” His eyes slid open. “It's okay. I can't believe … I mean, I just did that to you …”
“Yeah. You certainly did.” His cheeks were still flushed, but a sheepish smile crept over his lips. “Come here.”
Jeff lay down next to him, expecting post-orgasmic cuddles, but was instead shocked to feel Nick's warm hand move to his crotch.
“Oh. Nick. You don't have to...”
“Shhh,” he said gently. “I just want to return the favor. But … you're going to have to sort of talk me through this - I don't really know what I'm doing...”
Jeff laughed. “Sure you do. Just do to me whatever you'd do to yourself. We can get more … specific … later.”
And so Nick stroked and rubbed until Jeff was a slack-jawed, limp-limbed mess himself.
“Can we move to the bed?” Nick asked after he'd given Jeff time to completely come down. “I want to keep cuddling, but my arm is going to sleep...”
“Oh! Sorry … yeah, sure. We should probably clean up anyway...”
Nick grabbed two pairs of clean boxer shorts out of his dresser drawer, handed one to Jeff, and they cleaned themselves up, changed, and crawled into Nick's bed together.
“I can't believe this is actually happening,” Jeff murmured as they held each other.
Nick traced the outline of Jeff's face with the tip of his forefinger. “I can't either. But I've never felt so right about anything in my entire life.”
Part 2, because LJ is sort-of dumb sometimes.