Summary: Nick and y/n had a messy break up. 7 years pass and they finally meet again at Matt’s wedding, both being more mature but the bitterness from that separation stays. They should’ve known that meeting each other, both drunk from the open bar and the love permeating the air, would lead to messy consequences and finally discussing their breakup
I cringed writing this, but ig that’s my apology to y’all because I haven’t posted anything in a while!!
I can’t say I was not surprised when I opened my mail one day and found myself holding a fancy wedding invitation in my hand.
I stood in the kitchen, just got home from work. My mind was completely somewhere else and I was not prepared for the skip of beat my heart made as I read it.
The same Matthew who just happened to be the brother of my ex.
It was childish that I have considered not going. Just because my stomach turned uncomfortably only at the thought of running into Nick.
But me and Matt were far too good of friends to turn down the invitation.
Even after I moved away and the contact got less and less, we were best friends in high school.
And who am I to say no if your old best friend invites you to his wedding?
So now I'm standing here, watching my old best friend marry the love of his life while I'm afraid of running into his brother.
Somehow it brought me comfort to see Matt being so in love, so happy.
And it was a fucking beautiful wedding.
I didn’t plan on staying long. Although the open bar seemed like a perfect solution to sooth my nerves a little.
I made my way to the open bar, drinking glass after glass and observing the wedding guests.
Chris couldn’t look prouder of his brother. I think he almost shed more tears than Matt did.
„Beautiful Wedding, huh?“ a Voice appeared next to me.
I tilted my head to the Man next to me, blinking a few times before the realization sat in.
He was a little taller than I remembered, his face features more rough and sharp.
The familiarity of his nose ring and brown locks made my heart skip a beat. The same brown locks I ran my hand through so many nights.
„Beautiful Wedding.“ I repeated with a nod, pulling my gaze away from him and bringing the drink I was holding up to my lips.
„Ava is beautiful tonight.“ Nick said, occasionally taking a sip from his drink.
My eyebrows knitted together lightly and I glared back at him. „Ava?“
Nick hold my gaze for a moment. „Matt’s wife?“ he said, tilting his head.
„Right, yeah.“ I nodded a little, my eyes lingering on him longer than intended.
The sight of him stirred up a mix of emotions - anger, hurt, maybe still a glimmer of attraction.
He took a long sip from his drink, the atmosphere between us still uncomfortable and palpable.
„It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Didn’t expect you to see you here.“ he said after some time, eyes flickering over me.
„Yeah, didn’t expect it either..“ I mumbled, looking away and taking another sip.
Nick nursed his own drink, the silence heavy between us.
He finally broke it. "How have you been?" he asked, his voice betraying a hint of genuine concern.
„Good.“ I breathed with a shrug, trying to foreign disinterest.
Even after my attempt to act nonchalant, I was painfully aware that my heart was hammering fast against my chest and I still found him terribly attractive.
And it was harder and harder to ignore the way my stomach clenched at the sight of him.
Nick let out a huff „just good? That’s everything you’re gonna give me?“ he tilted his head.
I licked my lips as I started to get a little annoyed. „Well, what the fuck do you want me to say?“ I locked eyes with him again.
Nick glared at me before rolling his eyes and shaking his head a little „you haven’t changed in the slightest.“ he mumbled, bringing his drink back up to his lips.
I clenched my jaw „'cause you know me so well.“ I mumbled under my breath, looking away.
„You’re still not capable of having a normal conversation, like an adult.“ he snapped, his voice low.
„You’re still not capable of not pressing people.“ I snapped back.
Nick bristled at the response, his old frustration bubbling to the surface.
"I'm just trying to make conversation. Is it really so hard to say more than two words to me?"
I held his gaze for a moment before looking away „yes. Yes it is actually.“ I breathed, drowning my drink down my throat.
Nick rolled his eyes in response. "You always have to be difficult.“ he sighed, signaling the bartender for two more drinks.
I placed my empty glass back on the countertop, resting my forearms on it „and you always have to be an asshole.“ I mumbled under my breath.
Nick shook his head slightly, pulling his gaze away from me as the bartender walked up to us.
„one Moscow mule and one whiskey sour.“ he said to the bartender, turning back to me after.
I blinked at him with slightly raised eyebrows.
„Nothin.“ I shrugged „just surprised you still remember my favorite drink.“
Nick looked away, what seemed like he was trying to hide a hint of warmth in his expression.
"Hard to forget when you ordered it every time we went out." he muttered.
I couldn’t help but to smile a little, mumbling a quick thank you to the bartender as he brought our drinks.
Nick took his drink, his eyes lingering on my smile for a moment before he looked away again.
He took a small sip "so..." he began, "no significant other at this wedding?" he asked casually, trying to keep the question seemingly innocent.
I took a sip myself, the whiskey burning into my throat which brought up a sudden hint of comfort.
„Nah.“ I shrugged, locking eyes with him. „Guess you don’t too, you wouldn’t stick to my ass if you had one.“
Nick scoffed, a small smirk tugging on the corner of his lips „couldn’t find someone who would put up with your charming personality?“ he resorted, his gaze not leaving mine.
„Couldn’t find someone who could put up with your attitude?“ I grinned, the familiarity between our teasing coming back to surface.
„Please.“ he let out a laugh „last I remembered you loved my attitude.“
I rolled my eyes in response, taking another sip.
„What about hookups then? No one can tolerate you long enough for anything serious“ he remarked.
I licked my lips, the burning sensation of the whiskey still lingering on them „are you asking about my sex life, Nicolas?“
Nick rolled his eyes, pretending that the blush creeping up his neck wasn’t there.
"I'm just making conversation. It's a valid question to ask an ex." he deflected, his voice betraying a hint of defensiveness.
„what helps you sleep at night.“ I smirked, looking down at my drink.
His eyes narrowed at my smirk, a mixture of frustration and something else sparking in his gaze.
"You always did enjoy getting under my skin," he muttered, finishing off his current drink. "Another round." he called out to the bartender.
„Jesus, You’re trying to kill me?“ I breathed, finishing my drink in one gulp.
Nick shrugged nonchalantly "You always held your alcohol pretty well. Besides, I think I need a few more drinks to deal with you tonight."
I let out a scoff „im not nineteen anymore.“ I protested, grabbing my fresh drink as the bartender brought it.
Nick laughed wryly, the sound tinged with a hint of nostalgia.
"Trust me, I'm painfully aware of that," he replied “You've grown an inch taller, and somehow, you're even more unbearable."
I hummed in response „im flattered, Nicolas.“ I mumbled, taking a sip of my drink.
He rolled his eyes again, though his expression betrayed a hint of amusement.
"You should be," he breathed, looking down at his glass for a moment and let silence fill the air between us.
"You've...filled out" he added after some time, his gaze darting back to me.
I raised my eyebrows at him „filled out?“ I repeated.
Nick smirked a little, licking his tounge over his teeth „you’re not as scrawny as you used to be.“ he pointed out, taking another sip.
I scoffed, composing myself a little „I was never scrawny.“
Nick laughed, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You weren't scrawny, you were toothpick thin. Your bones literally dug into my skin every time you were on top of me." he retorted.
„You didn’t seemed to mind back then.“ I shrugged nonchalantly, taking another sip.
Nick's smirk faded slightly "Yeah, well, a lot of things were different back then." he breathed, swirling the ice in his glass.
"We were younger, more stupid." he added, a hint of resentment in his voice.
"That too," he admitted , his voice hoarse. "But it was more than just sex, you know.." he added his voice trailing off.
I licked my lips and looked down at my glass „yeah.“ I breathed.
„Yeah.“ he echoed, his voice barely above a whisper. „We were each other‘s first everything.“ he said quietly, bringing his drink back up to his lips.
I looked back at him, my eyes lingering on his lips for a moment. „Yeah..“
The tension thickened between us, the air heavy with unspoken words and unresolved feelings.
He looked back at me, his gaze intense. "and then we fucked it up.“
„We were young.“ I sighed a little „dumb.“ I added. „We didn’t knew better.“ I shrugged.
Nick laughed bitterly "That's a convenient excuse, isn't it?" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"We were old enough to know better. We just didn't care. We were too selfish, too caught up in our own bullshit.” He shook his head.
„We had our own problems, our own stuff to deal with.“ I resorted, finishing my drink.
Nick huffed "Problems and stuff that you didn't bother to share with me." he mumbled, a hint of hurt mingling with the frustration.
„You left me in the dark, and when I tried to talk to you about it, you shut me out - You always shut me out." He sighed.
I stared at him for a moment, taking a deep breath „yeah, I did..“ i admitted.
„I can’t change the past nick. I was dumb, too scared.“ I shook my head.
His expression softened slightly. He took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair.
"I don't expect you to change the past, y/n. But I also can't just forget how it felt. How you made me feel.“ he let out a sigh.
I closed my eyes for a moment, my heart clenching.
„I know I did.. you hurt me too.“ I mumbled, looking down at my empty glass.
It was first time either of us has acknowledged the pain we caused each other.
"I know I did," he said quietly, his voice heavy with regret. "But god, y/n, the way you pushed me away, you made me feel so worthless." he paused, the pain clear in his voice.
"It took me a long time to get over you - not that I am over you."
I blinked at him for a moment, surprised my his sudden admission.
Nick clenched his jaw, eyes trained on the counter top like he just realized what he said.
„Yeah, shocker, huh?“ he chuckled dryly „the whole time I tried to convince myself that I hated you. But here I am seven years later and one look from you send me straight to the beginning.“
My throat went dry. My heart hammered against my chest.
Nick sighed and chugged his drink.
I licked my lips slowly, trying to gather my hazy thoughts.
„I would lie if I said it isn’t the same with me.“ I mumbled under my breath.
Nick locked eyes with me again, a hint of vulnerability behind his blue eyes I always loved so much.
„I mean.. you never forget about your first love.“ I gave him a crocked smile.
Nick gave me a little smile. „No, I guess you don’t..“ he agreed quietly.
We just stared at each other.
I moaned against his lips as nick pressed me against the hotel room door.
I couldn’t care less that the door handle stung into my back - i was too focused on nicks lips against my own.
The kiss was messy and desperate. Nicks hands grasped my hips, my hands tangled into his brown locks.
The taste of his lips, his body against my own, after all these years it was all so overwhelming yet so familiar at the same time.
Nick groaned against my lips, his fingers digging into my hips.
Fuck- how I missed this sound.
His tongue delved into my mouth in slow, greedy strokes.
I let out a shaky breath, pulling back for a moment.
Nick also pulled back, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes locked with mine, his pupils dilated.
He immediately pressed his lips back against mine.
I kissed him back, moving my lips desperately against his, our tongues tangling.
I moved my hands to nicks tie, loosening it before pulling it off. I started to unbutton his black shirt with shaky hands, craving the skin to skin contact.
Nick mirrored my movements, his hands working on my shirt. Once mine was opened, he leaned down to trail his lips over my familiar skin.
He started grinding his hips against mine, gaining a shaky breath from me.
He groaned a little against my neck, making me shiver slightly. His hands came down to the waistband of my pants, fumbling with shaky hands.
My hands came around nicks waist, guiding him backwards before pushing him into the bed.
Nick lands on his back with a soft thump, propping himself up on his elbows and grinning at me „bossy now, are we?“
I stripped my shirt off, getting on top of him „even seven years later you still haven’t got rid of that fucking attitude.“
He hummed, grabbing the back of my neck pulling me closer to capture my lips in another messy kiss.
His hands roamed over my bicep, my back, everywhere they could reach.
His hips bucked up slightly, desperate for some kind of friction.
I let out a shaky breath against his lips, grinding my hips down against his, our clothes bulge‘s rubbing together.
Nick lets out a small whimper at the friction, wrapping his arms around my neck and holding me thightly against him.
„Fuck, I missed this.“ he mumbled breathless between kisses.
I pulled back slightly before diving down to kiss his neck „I missed you.“ I breathed, biting down on his neck.
„God..“ Nick breathed shakily, biting his lip, his hand tangling in my hair.
I continued to press wet, open mouthed kisses along his neck before pulling back and sliding his shirt off his body.
He stared at me for a moment before cupping my cheek with his hand, locking eyes with me.
„my pretty boy..“ he hummed, pressing a kiss on my cheek before kissing my neck.
I closed my eyes at the familiar nickname, feeling my heart throb.
A shaky sigh escaped my lips and I tilted my head for him.
His lips moved downwards over the slope of my shoulder. His hand found its way down my body, palming my clothes bulge.
I took a sharp breath, immediately pressing down against his hand, seeking more. Needing more.
Nick smirked against my skin, his thumb traced the outline of my length through my pants. „Fuck, you‘ve gotten bigger.“ he breathed.
I felt dick twitch at his words, letting out a shaky exhale „you can’t say shit like that..“
Nick hummed, looking up at me „you always had a praise kink.“
I let out a breathless chuckle „fucking tease.“ I mumbled, kissing him again.
„You love it.“ he mumbled between kisses, opening my pants before pulling them down „always did.“
I let a soft sigh slip „yeah.“ I kicked my pants and shoes off, sitting up to get rid of nicks clothes.
He lifted his hips, helping me to pull them off.
Once he was finally completely bare in front of me, I couldn’t help to let my hand slowly wander over his side and waist.
The sight of his familiar yet so slightly changed body, the feeling of his skin under my fingers, it all felt so right and wrong at the same time.
He pulled me back on top of him, we both craving the skin to skin contact.
I captured his lips in a much softer and deeper kiss, taking my boxers off.
He smiled against my lips, wrapping his legs around my waist.
I breathed into the kiss „fuck, I need you so bad.“ I mumbled between kisses, feeling myself already throbbing.
„You have me.“ Nick assured me softly, deepening the kiss.
I couldn’t help but to smile against his lips, moving my hand down to myself to line me up.
I broke the kiss and pressed my lips against the side of his face before slowly pushing in.
I had to bite back a moan, burying my face into his neck.
Nicks breath stuttered, taking a sharp breath in after. He grabbed onto my shoulders, closing his eyes.
He clenched around me as he adjusted, letting out a shaky breath „fuck..“
I bit my lip, lifting my head to look at him „you okay?“ I asked.
Nick nodded, opening his eyes and meeting my gaze. „Yeah- yeah.. keep moving.“ he urged, capturing my lips in another messy kiss.
I groaned against his lips, kissing him desperately back before starting to move my hip slowly, creating a rhythm.
He matched my movements, his body arched up to meet each slow thrust. He whimpered against my lips, wrapping his arms around my neck.
„Shit- You’re so thight.“ I breathed between kisses, thrusting a little faster.
A moan escaped his lips, fingernails digging slightly into my shoulder blade „I didn’t- fuck.. remember you being so big.“ he gasped between breathes.
I groaned at his words, twitching inside of him „fuck, Nick..“ I moved faster.
He clinger onto me, moaning and whimpering repeatedly.
I buried my face into his neck, breathing ragged. I already felt myself getting close but I tried to hold it, thrusting deeper, hitting against his G-spot.
His back arched and he let out a moan, scratching into my shoulders „fuck.“ he cursed, squeezing his eyes shut.
„Right there- Right there- fuck.“ he whimpered, holding thightly on to me.
I groaned at the sight, continuing my pace.
His body withered underneath me, broken moans and curses escaping his plump lips.
„Im close- y/n f-fuck..“ he moaned, grabbing onto my hair.
I hisses softly at the slight pain, thrusting faster to chase my own pleasure.
„Me too..“ I mumbled between pants, capturing his lips in another deep kiss.
His body started to twitch „gonna cum-" he gasps against my lips, his body growing tense.
I clenched my jaw, trying my best to make him cum first as I thrusted deeper.
His body jerked, a strangled cry escaped his lips as his orgasm crashed over him, fingernails digging into my shoulder.
„Oh- oh f-fuck, y/n..“ he groaned, leaving a hot, messy release between our stomachs.
I let out a sharp exhale, finally allowing myself to let go.
I thrusted one more time deep inside of him as my own orgasm crashed over me, filling him up.
Nicks body sagged back into the bed, breathing heavily.
I collapsed on top of him, trying to catch my breath.
We laid there in silence for a moment, both just enjoying the closeness of the other.
„Jesus Christ.“ Nick breathed after a moment, running a hand through his hair.
I laughed weakly, slowly pulling out.
He smacked me a little on my arm „bastard.“ he muttered „I won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow.“
I grinned down at him, shrugging casually „you wanted it.“ I hummed.
He rolled his eyes slightly.
I smiled and cupped his cheek, pressing my lips against his in a soft way.
He smiled against my lips, moving his hand to the back of my neck.
I slowly broke the kiss, leaning my forehead against his.
„Lets try again..“ I whispered, closing my eyes.
„Yeah.. I’d like that..“ he breathed, nuzzling his nose against mine.
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