consider: the most effective way Adam has found to shut Nick up whenever he starts getting super self-denigrating or running himself down is to smooch him until he stops talking.
Up in Arms
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The third time is the point when Adam gives up.
"It just looks so flashy," Nick says. "It was a bad idea. God. Why did I do that?"
Adam sets his book down. "Nick?"
"Yeah?"
"I cordially invite you to shut the fuck up about your arms in that video."
Nick sighs. "You don't get it. You're not coming back from being an asshole. I look so vain in that clip."
"It was funny," Adam says. He stands. "That's what people want on BTE. Funny." He makes a point of staring. "And hot. You - the arms were unfairly sexy."
Nick starts pacing again, like he didn't hear a word Adam said. "It was too much, especially with us finally bringing -"
Nick does not get a chance to continue his sentence. Adam makes sure of it. He gets Nick by the jaw, pulls him in, and kisses him with the sole attention of making him feel and think of nothing but this. Nick moans, pressing his body up against Adam, arms around his waist.
Adam slides his hands down Nick's body and hauls him up, encouraging Nick to wrap his legs around Adam's waist. His arms, his big, strong arms, are around Adam's neck.
"Now this," Adam says, walking Nick into the bedroom, "is what you get for having those incredible arms."
And Adam makes sure Nick can't talk at all (besides his name and pleas for more) for the rest of the night.
There's laughter that fills the Medical room and Adam can't help but feel just a little guilty filling a room normally filled with such pain with an almost unbreakable joy. He rests his hands on Nick's legs, still balancing the neck brace loose around his shoulders as his hands palm against Nick's jeans and the way that Nick's laughter ripples through his body is like a pebble being thrown in the sea. Adam can almost feel the sea foam wrapping around his fingers as he presses his hands into the back of Nick's ribs. Matt knocks his little brother against the back of his head with his leg and Adam chuckles softer, watches how Nick grabs for his big brothers hand and Adam wonders if they did that when they were younger; Nick reaching out for comfort, for support and Matt gives it willingly because his baby brother means the world to him and more. There's a little prang of jealousy that spikes between Adam's ribs and he shakes his head and presses his palms deeper into the curve of Nick's back, ignoring the blinking red light of the camera.
Brandon puts the camera down and Adam is barely listening to the words that tumblr out of his mouth, there's something buzzing in the bottom of Adam's ears, loud and overwhelming like cicadas. He shakes his head a little, helps Nick to sit up and the two of them stare at one another as Matt shouts a goodbye over his shoulder, already lost in the glowing screen of his phone. Adam blinks at Nick, slow and careful and Nick blinks back with the same softness; grinning a little when Adam's smile breaks across the nervousness on his face. "I missed you" Nick admits and it breaks through the last wisps of laughter still haunting the corners of the room like ghosts hiding out between the floating dust particles and the setting sun skating its way through the small window.
Adam smiles back, softer, kinder this time and he just nods. "I missed you too." And there's nothing haunting his words now apart from softness. It's a weird homecoming feeling; something deep inside Adam has changed, rotted and festered until Adam is left searching and hunting for any emotion in the tired creases of his eyes. Yet, Nick stays with him, sitting with his legs dangling between Adam's, and he looks at him with the same softness. "I really missed ya." Adam's voice is smaller now, dancing against the inside of his ribs and Nick just nods leans up to press a little kiss to the crease of Adam's chin and the two of them share a smile just between the two of them before Nick knocks his fist into Adam's forearm laughing.
"We should see where they're going" Nick nods after the closed door and something in Adam rumbles with anxiety, he tastes it on the back of his teeth and it makes them ache. He shakes his head, clasps his hand softly on Nick's shoulder and presses his eyebrows together. Nick reads his face slowly as if trying to understand and slowly he sighs, smiles up at Adam and lets him rest his forehead against his. "We can stay here." He says and Adam almost sighs in relief, the heat of his breath falling against Nick's bottom lip.
"Thank you" Adam says slowly, breathes slowly through his nose and he breathes out into Nick's lips pressing around his. It's a slow kiss, one that wraps them both in warmth and soon Adam is giggling into Nick's mouth, his hands dancing over his ribs. He tickles him, brings laughter to their kiss and Adam tries to swallow Nick's happiness down in the hopes that it fixes whatever is broken inside him. The two of them breathe in the same air, panting warm air over each others mouths and soon Adam is kneeling over him, lips pressing into the side of his face, over the curve of his forehead and Nick is laughing and squealing under Adam, the sound of their skin connecting when Adam clamps his hand over Nick's bare bicep and just holds him under him. His smaller frame is pinned against Adam's larger one by his legs but neither one feels small in one another.
"I want you" The words fall so suddenly out of Nick's lips that it takes Adam by surprise. He blinks, lips still and chest aching. His hands crave and his mind races and he leans in and presses a soft kiss to the inside of Nick's shoulder and he whispers against his skin
"I will, I will." He breathes in his smell and maybe its because something inside Adam has died and now there's vultures circling around his brain and there's starving wolves chewing on the shattered cage of his ribs but he sinks his teeth into the racing pulse of Nick's neck giggling against his skin when he feels his throat twitch between his teeth. He breathes in slowly and leans back, straddles Nick just enough to feel his hard cock already pressing against the hem of his jeans, into the back of Adam's asscheeks and its almost enough to drive him wild with a lust that he hasn't tasted on the back of his teeth for what feels like forever. It's dirty and human and Adam feels his pulse dancing under the scars on his wrists and he's alive. Something inside the husk of his broken frame is alive. "Do you have all..all the stuff we need?"
Nick glances around the small room, tilts his head back into the massage hole and he just grins up at Adam, eyes almost shining under the rising moon. "There's lube in here." He says simply, rests his arms on his stomach and he can't help but laugh when Adam's cheeks decorate themselves with a bright blush. "Go fetch" He teases and Adam hops obediently off the bed to lock the door and hunt through multiple drawers.
"I'm not a dog ya know." Adam says with a soft laugh and Nick just nods, rolling over onto his side to watch the way that Adam hunts, almost as if his life depends on finding the lube. There's the flurry of unwrapped bandages falling around his feet and the crumpling of packages and Nick hears Adam swear under his breath when there's the clunk of metal instruments dropping and soon Adam sighs, holding up small plastic vials and his face is bright and triumphant.
He kisses Nick softer this time, almost as if trying to get every taste off his lips and Nick chuckles into his mouth and Adam feels it fizzle out against his tongue. They're slow to strip each other down, hands falling over each other's ribs, over faded scars and dented hips and soon Adam is kneeling either side of Nick, straddling him. His hands are tickling him and as Adam cracks the tip of the lube against the massage table the two of them smile and look at one another.
"I missed you" Nick tells Adam when he strokes a soaked hand across his aching cock. They look at one another giggling and laughing as they steal kisses and soft breathes that slide over each other's swollen lips. Adam pushes both their dicks together, collects them in his large hands and chuckles when Nick squirms and whispers his name out in desperation.
"I missed you too" And it whispered like a promise that only Nick is meant to be able to hear. Adam nudges his forehead against his and the two of them look at one another watching how their pupils thin out and expand and soon they're moaning into each other's mouths and when Adam misses a kiss, knocking his forehead into the bend of Nick's neck, the room is filled with laughter again.
A while back @himbos-hotline requested a prompt of Spooning for HangNick. I know its short but I hope you enjoy!
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Hangman Adam Page/Nick Jackson
WC: 474
Staring out the window at the two acres of land his boyfriend bought for nights like this, a flash of light streaks across the sky, bright white against ink black and grey puffs of clouds. They’re in for one hell of a storm, he figured. He didn’t mind them much anymore, but he hated them when he was a kid. Reaching down, he eased the window up a little, smiling at its small creak. The house wasn’t that old but old enough and suited both him and Adam when they could find time to sneak away to the rolling Apalachia hills. Crickets chirped, but he knew before long it was just going to be the sound of rolling thunder and crackling of lightning. Maybe even some rain.
Nick reached up and pulled the curtains closed a little, even if the nearest neighbor was a good two miles away. The door behind him opened, and he smiled as Adam stepped through. His sandy blond hair was curling at the edges, drying but still a little wet. The lounge pants he wore made Nick smile. Blue fabric surrounded a sea of rubber ducks decked out in various superheroes. He was shirtless, which Nick loved a lot. Seeing how filled out Adam had become since starting a new workout routine never failed to make Nick’s insides flutter. His dark-rimmed glasses sat on his nose. Without them, Adam would probably get lost on the way to the bedroom and fall down the stairs.
Adam sent him a smile before turning and putting his towel on the back of the door. “You alright?” He crossed the room, barefeet soundless on the aged hardwood.
The two of them turned down both sides of the bed before crawling into it. “Yeah, I’m alright, cowboy. I was just admiring our little slice of heaven, and then the sky decided I needed a little show. I cracked the window.”
A small hum emanated from his boyfriend's mouth as he got comfortable before taking his glasses off and putting them on his nightstand. “Well, that sounds like a tomorrow issue, sweetheart.”
Laughing, Nick leaned up a little and kissed Adam before taking his glasses off and handing them over so they could be put next to Adam’s. Rolling to his side, he closed his eyes, breathing in the scent of leather and tobacco. Something Nick loved on Adam but hated smelling anywhere else. He sighed a little as he felt one strong arm come around his waist and the sweetest lips ghost across his hairline.
“Sweet dreams, Baby,” Adam whispered as he pulled Nick in closer.
“Sweet dreams, cowboy.” Snuggling back into Adam, he listened to his breathing and didn’t want to think about anything else but the two of them and their little slice of Heaven. Nick wouldn’t change it for the world.
