Nick/Tim for mistressrenet
Apr. 27th, 2005 11:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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mistressrenet - thank you for not making it angsty:-)Here's a ficlet for you: Nick, late at night, trying not to think about Tim.
The cicadas were noisy. Nick's limbs were heavy and tired from swimming but his mind was buzzing. Everyone else was asleep, curled up in their bags.
It didn't make any difference, not at all. He was a bit surprised about that, but Tim was still Tim, whatever he'd done. With Karen. Holy shit. But Nick had realised early that the lines people drew about what was right and what was wrong weren't necessarily good or useful. It was better to ignore them sometimes.
Thinking that, he fell asleep.
*
He didn't know why he woke up, just a random noise. His eyes were closing again when he heard the rustle of nylon, little steady movements like someone was stroking something. Nick opened his eyes and knew that it was Tim, who was lying close by. The others were sleeping further away.
He knew instantly too what Tim must be doing to be making that sort of sound. Tim was doing it slowly, really quietly but Nick could hear his breathing and it got faster as Nick lay there, as he speeded up. Oh fuck. His mouth went dry and a rush of heat travelled all over his skin. Shutting his eyes he could almost see Tim's fingers, squeezing-- no. He shouldn't be listening to this, or thinking about what Tim's face looked like as he stroked himself, or wondering who he was thinking about while he did it. Shit. No. Definitely not that.
Tim was lying about a foot away, breathing. It was just stupid to be turned on by someone's breathing. Cicadas sang in the grass next to him, oblivious. It was a little bit cold now and the smouldering campfire was just a faint glow. He tried thinking about all these things but now Tim was making low sounds under his breath and his hand must be moving fast, working himself. Nick strained, heard him gasp, 'Oh, Go-- ' and then a long shuddering breath and silence.
Nick's heart was racing and he absolutely could not move. If Tim knew he'd watched him, God, no, if Tim knew he was lying here as hard as steel from listening to him-- He stopped, and thought.
Would that really be so bad?
He lay looking up at the stars for a long time.
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Date: 2005-04-29 11:58 am (UTC)"Oh Go-"
:gets it:
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Date: 2005-04-27 11:40 pm (UTC)brain melt, like much.
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Date: 2005-04-28 12:56 am (UTC)You did that Oh, Go-- on purpose, didn't you?
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Date: 2005-04-28 06:02 am (UTC)Yes
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