Timestamp fic: sequel to One Summer
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louiseluxFandom: Saiyuki
Rating: mild m/m
Pairing: Nick/Tim
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crystal_lilly, who wanted more of Nick and Tim, from One Summer, the British teenagers AU. Thanks to emungere for beta
Summary: one day, towards the end of summer
"Will you come and visit me?" Tim said.
They were up on Box Hill, sprawling side by side on the rabbit-cropped turf. The valley below was shading blue in the dusk and the air was getting cooler. It smelled of earth and brown leaves and the end of summer. Tim was leaving for Uni next week.
Nick had been preparing himself not to be asked that question. They had said nothing about this, ever.
"Yeah. 'Course I will," he said, as if there could be no other answer.
"Good."
Tim leaned closer, warm and solid, propping himself against Nick's shoulder as if nothing momentous had happened. Maybe it hadn't.
"Manchester's got a great gay scene," Nick said into the little silence that followed. "Loads of clubs."
"I know," Tim said, with a small smile. "After I had my interview I walked round Canal Street. Fascinating."
"Oh yeah? Exactly how fascinating did it get?"
Tim punched him on the shoulder, not hard. It was more like a caress.
"Not like that," he said. "You do know it's all hen parties and tourists now, anyway?"
Nick thought about being on some hot sweaty dance floor with Tim, surrounded by hot sweaty men. They hadn't come out to anyone here, apart from Justin and David and they really didn't count. Nick was certain that Tim's mum and dad had no idea that their son was sleeping with his best friend, like they'd no idea that he'd been sleeping with his sister. Nick hadn't seen Karen at all since they'd got back and Tim never mentioned her. That single thing freaked him out more than anything else.
"We could go clubbing," Nick said.
"I can't dance," Tim said, softly, looking into his eyes. Nick felt like his stomach was melting. That happened too often.
"That's because you've never even tried."
"I have. Once. Listen, if you come to visit. If you like it there, you could move." The words came out in a rush. "There. With me. I mean, not to live with me, obviously, if you didn't want. But. In Manchester."
Tim shut his mouth then and there was a small breathless silence. Nick became very aware of Tim's breathing and how it tickled his ear every time he breathed out, and of the places they were touching. They felt extra hot.
"I could," Nick said. He nodded. His voice sounded all stupid and strangled and he couldn't entirely believe Tim had just said that. He slipped an arm around his waist and Tim leaned closer. "I'd need a job," he said.
Tim nodded. "You might even find something more exciting that being a trainee manager at Sainsbury's."
"Don't knock it. I could keep you in jaffa cakes for ever," Nick said.
He turned his head a little so that his mouth was near Tim's, seeing the flex of his bare throat as he swallowed. The neck of his t-shirt was loose and showed the curve of his collarbones. Nick looked around; they were alone up here.
"Do you want to-- "
"Yes," Tim said, cutting him off.
He was already tugging Nick up by his hands, pulling him over to the jeep. He was still smiling, but now it was different, dirtier. Nick let himself be pushed up against the car and then Tim was kissing him, pressing up close and stroking his hands though Nick's hair. His mouth was wet and hot and incredibly soft.
"It's because I mentioned jaffa cakes, isn't it?" Nick said, then moaned when Tim bit at his throat, that place just under his jaw that made him shiver all over.
"Please," Tim said, his lips moving against Nick's skin. He dragged Nick's hand down and pressed it between his legs. He was hard already, like stone against Nick's palm.
"Oh god," Nick muttered, stroking him with his palm. Tim's eyes were glazing over. "Shall we get in the back?"
"Yes."
The back seat was narrow and dusty and they fell onto it, catching each other's laughter, warm and tangled together. They lay chest to chest, t-shirts pulled off and jeans pushed down just enough. Nick pressed his forehead to Tim's shoulder and shut his eyes. It was almost too much, this and everything that they'd just said.
"Did you really think I'd just go off and leave you behind?" Tim said, close to his ear.
Nick had thought just that, so he didn't say anything. Instead he curved an arm around Tim's neck and pulled him in closer, feeling Tim's hot breath on his skin and listening to the tiny moans that he made when Nick squeezed his cock, running his thumb over the head and along the underside, feeling the hardness of him as Tim pushed into his palm. He wanted to keep that feeling in his hand forever, to somehow imprint it. Which was probably stupid, but he wanted it anyway. Tim's mouth found his and they kissed, hard. He clutched at Nick's shoulders and moaned into his mouth as they moved together, a fast imperfect rhthym. It didn't take long.
"Sorry," Tim said, but his mouth was curved into a smile. His hair fell into his eyes, making him blink. He looked too pretty to be real.
"Yeah, I believe you," Nick said, as Tim leaned over him, pushing him back against the seat. The vinyl was sticking to his shoulders and his back, but he hardly noticed.
He came with Tim's mouth pressed tight over his, his tongue pushing almost to the back of his throat.
They lay together afterwards, sprawled across each other, until it got properly dark.
"My arm's gone numb," Tim said, eventually.
"You're cold," Nick said, tracing his fingers over Tim's ribs. His skin was all goosebumps. "We could get dressed."
"Maybe," Tim said, sounding soft and dreamy.
"Justin's got World of Warcraft at his place," Nick said, after more time had passed.
"Oh?" Tim yawned and kissed his neck, soft sucking touches that made Nick gasp. "We could go there. Are you hungry?"
He was, but it wasn't important. The jeep smelled musty inside and when Nick closed his eyes they could be back in France, on that freaky, fantastic trip. Neither of them moved, except that Tim inched closer, shifting his arms so that they wound around Nick's neck. He was getting hard again, pressing against Nick's thigh.
"Hey, I've got a good idea. Let's stay a bit longer," Nick said.
They both laughed, rolling against each other in the cramped space until Nick was lying on Tim's chest, kissing him. It was dizzying and scarily hot and Nick groaned and crushed Tim against him.
They were going to be together. It was going to be good.
Rating: mild m/m
Pairing: Nick/Tim
Notes: for
crystal_lilly, who wanted more of Nick and Tim, from One Summer, the British teenagers AU. Thanks to emungere for betaSummary: one day, towards the end of summer
"Will you come and visit me?" Tim said.
They were up on Box Hill, sprawling side by side on the rabbit-cropped turf. The valley below was shading blue in the dusk and the air was getting cooler. It smelled of earth and brown leaves and the end of summer. Tim was leaving for Uni next week.
Nick had been preparing himself not to be asked that question. They had said nothing about this, ever.
"Yeah. 'Course I will," he said, as if there could be no other answer.
"Good."
Tim leaned closer, warm and solid, propping himself against Nick's shoulder as if nothing momentous had happened. Maybe it hadn't.
"Manchester's got a great gay scene," Nick said into the little silence that followed. "Loads of clubs."
"I know," Tim said, with a small smile. "After I had my interview I walked round Canal Street. Fascinating."
"Oh yeah? Exactly how fascinating did it get?"
Tim punched him on the shoulder, not hard. It was more like a caress.
"Not like that," he said. "You do know it's all hen parties and tourists now, anyway?"
Nick thought about being on some hot sweaty dance floor with Tim, surrounded by hot sweaty men. They hadn't come out to anyone here, apart from Justin and David and they really didn't count. Nick was certain that Tim's mum and dad had no idea that their son was sleeping with his best friend, like they'd no idea that he'd been sleeping with his sister. Nick hadn't seen Karen at all since they'd got back and Tim never mentioned her. That single thing freaked him out more than anything else.
"We could go clubbing," Nick said.
"I can't dance," Tim said, softly, looking into his eyes. Nick felt like his stomach was melting. That happened too often.
"That's because you've never even tried."
"I have. Once. Listen, if you come to visit. If you like it there, you could move." The words came out in a rush. "There. With me. I mean, not to live with me, obviously, if you didn't want. But. In Manchester."
Tim shut his mouth then and there was a small breathless silence. Nick became very aware of Tim's breathing and how it tickled his ear every time he breathed out, and of the places they were touching. They felt extra hot.
"I could," Nick said. He nodded. His voice sounded all stupid and strangled and he couldn't entirely believe Tim had just said that. He slipped an arm around his waist and Tim leaned closer. "I'd need a job," he said.
Tim nodded. "You might even find something more exciting that being a trainee manager at Sainsbury's."
"Don't knock it. I could keep you in jaffa cakes for ever," Nick said.
He turned his head a little so that his mouth was near Tim's, seeing the flex of his bare throat as he swallowed. The neck of his t-shirt was loose and showed the curve of his collarbones. Nick looked around; they were alone up here.
"Do you want to-- "
"Yes," Tim said, cutting him off.
He was already tugging Nick up by his hands, pulling him over to the jeep. He was still smiling, but now it was different, dirtier. Nick let himself be pushed up against the car and then Tim was kissing him, pressing up close and stroking his hands though Nick's hair. His mouth was wet and hot and incredibly soft.
"It's because I mentioned jaffa cakes, isn't it?" Nick said, then moaned when Tim bit at his throat, that place just under his jaw that made him shiver all over.
"Please," Tim said, his lips moving against Nick's skin. He dragged Nick's hand down and pressed it between his legs. He was hard already, like stone against Nick's palm.
"Oh god," Nick muttered, stroking him with his palm. Tim's eyes were glazing over. "Shall we get in the back?"
"Yes."
The back seat was narrow and dusty and they fell onto it, catching each other's laughter, warm and tangled together. They lay chest to chest, t-shirts pulled off and jeans pushed down just enough. Nick pressed his forehead to Tim's shoulder and shut his eyes. It was almost too much, this and everything that they'd just said.
"Did you really think I'd just go off and leave you behind?" Tim said, close to his ear.
Nick had thought just that, so he didn't say anything. Instead he curved an arm around Tim's neck and pulled him in closer, feeling Tim's hot breath on his skin and listening to the tiny moans that he made when Nick squeezed his cock, running his thumb over the head and along the underside, feeling the hardness of him as Tim pushed into his palm. He wanted to keep that feeling in his hand forever, to somehow imprint it. Which was probably stupid, but he wanted it anyway. Tim's mouth found his and they kissed, hard. He clutched at Nick's shoulders and moaned into his mouth as they moved together, a fast imperfect rhthym. It didn't take long.
"Sorry," Tim said, but his mouth was curved into a smile. His hair fell into his eyes, making him blink. He looked too pretty to be real.
"Yeah, I believe you," Nick said, as Tim leaned over him, pushing him back against the seat. The vinyl was sticking to his shoulders and his back, but he hardly noticed.
He came with Tim's mouth pressed tight over his, his tongue pushing almost to the back of his throat.
They lay together afterwards, sprawled across each other, until it got properly dark.
"My arm's gone numb," Tim said, eventually.
"You're cold," Nick said, tracing his fingers over Tim's ribs. His skin was all goosebumps. "We could get dressed."
"Maybe," Tim said, sounding soft and dreamy.
"Justin's got World of Warcraft at his place," Nick said, after more time had passed.
"Oh?" Tim yawned and kissed his neck, soft sucking touches that made Nick gasp. "We could go there. Are you hungry?"
He was, but it wasn't important. The jeep smelled musty inside and when Nick closed his eyes they could be back in France, on that freaky, fantastic trip. Neither of them moved, except that Tim inched closer, shifting his arms so that they wound around Nick's neck. He was getting hard again, pressing against Nick's thigh.
"Hey, I've got a good idea. Let's stay a bit longer," Nick said.
They both laughed, rolling against each other in the cramped space until Nick was lying on Tim's chest, kissing him. It was dizzying and scarily hot and Nick groaned and crushed Tim against him.
They were going to be together. It was going to be good.