#nak attack

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NAK Attack vs. nyr 3.25.21

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 10 is here! I’m anticipating at least 2 more chapters. Time to start writing! I hope you enjoy it!

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Zak’s skin buzzed as he lay there catching his breath. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this totally and completely satisfied. His legs were bricks, still shaking slightly from his release, but that didn’t stop his hands and lips from wandering across Nick’s warm skin. He kissed a line up the younger man’s ribs as a strong hand ran aimlessly along his own back.

“You keep doing that, I’m gonna be ready for another round soon.” Nick chuckled, giving Zak a sleepy smile, eyes half-lidded and swimming. Zak breathed a quiet laugh, burying his head into Nick’s side. “Sorry, I can’t seem to stop touching you.” “Who’s complaining?” Nick asked, smile turning sly on his lips. “You can barely keep your eyes open.” Zak chuckled. “Oh, I could keep ‘em open for that.” Nick assured him.

Zak chuckled, feeling his stomach flip at the promise. Nick’s natural enthusiasm was something that, to Zak’s great pleasure, transferred directly into the bedroom. Nick knew what he was doing and he did it well. “But you must be exhausted after that whole Mr. Murphy thing.” Nick said. “I am.” Zak admitted. “But I’m invigorated too, you know?” “Yeah, sex does that.” Nick chuckled. “It does.” Zak grinned, bringing his lips to Nick’s for a simple kiss. “Especially sex with you.” Nick’s cheeks sprouted pink as he ran a hand over Zak’s cheek. “Did I tell you how happy I am that you asked me out tonight?” “You might have mentioned it once or twice.” Zak grinned. “Well, I am.” Nick said, grip growing tighter around Zak’s waist. “I don’t remember feeling this happy in a long time.” “That’s the sex.” Zak chuckled. “No, it’s not.”

Zak felt his face flush as his lips curled into a smile. Nick always had a way of catching him off guard. “So, you’re gonna stay over, right?” Zak asked timidly. He couldn’t handle the thought of waking up to find Nick gone. “If it’s okay with you.” Nick said. “I’d rather not move from this spot.” “Good.” Zak nodded happily, wrapping himself around the younger man. “I want you to stay. I wanna make you breakfast in the morning.” “I thought you said you couldn’t cook.” Nick smirked. “Anyone can cook eggs...and cereal.”

Nick laughed, shaking Zak’s body as the sound rose from his stomach. “You do know cereal isn’t cooking, right?” “Hey, If it involves mixing more than one item together, it’s cooking in my book.” “Well, cereal and eggs sound great.” Nick said, pressing a kiss on the top of Zak’s head. “I have a feeling I’m gonna need the energy to keep up with you.”

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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Zak tried to focus as he swayed lightly, ping pong ball poised at the ready. They were tied with Aaron and Erica, two games each and it all came down to this last cup. “Come on, Zak. You got this. Just focus.” Nick urged. “Miss it!” Aaron called from across the table, flapping his arms as a distraction. “You got this, Zak.” Nick repeated.

Zak took a breath, carefully releasing the ball with a flick of his wrist and sending it sailing directly toward the last cup. “No!” Aaron yelled, as the ball plopped into the cup, splashing beer on the table. Zak couldn’t help the excited scream that escaped his mouth. And before he knew it, Nick had him around the waist, lifting him up off the ground. “You did it!” he grinned, eyes sparkling and unfocused the way they got when he’d had too much to drink. “You did it!” Zak grinned back, drinking in the happiness on Nick’s face and the way his smile crinkled at the corners of his eyes. Laughter rose from the younger man, and Zak could feel the vibrations of it against his skin as Nick held him tight.

“God, you two need to kiss already.” Aaron said. “For real.” Zak chuckled awkwardly as Nick lowered him back to the ground. He dropped his eyes, taking a moment to readjust his shirt. “Don’t be mad because you lost. And now we’re the reigning champions.” Nick challenged. “Dude, you won by one cup.” Aaron argued. “A win is still a win.” Nick smirked. “Whatever…” Aaron said, dismissively. “You need another drink?" He asked, turning to Erica. “Sure.” she said, brightly. “I’ll come with you.” “We’ll see you losers later.” Aaron joked, wrapping an arm around Erica as they made their way toward the bar.

Nick chuckled, rolling his eyes as he turned to face Zak. “Sore loser.” “Well, he was talking a lotta shit.” Zak laughed. “Yeah, but we showed him.” Nick said, permanent smile etched on his lips. “Yeah, we did.” Zak nodded. Zak’s face brightened as a new song came on, booming through the speakers. It was a favorite of his from high school, and he grabbed for Nick’s hand, pulling him toward the dance floor.

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Zak looked at his phone as he dried his damp skin with a towel. He had promised himself he wouldn’t spend the day moping around. And so far, he’d sent out some resumes, grocery shopped, signed up for a new gym and got in a good, long workout. He was determined not to let the rest of the day go to waste.

He was feeling pretty good for the first time in a long time. He was pretty sure it was the combination of endorphins and the bright, sunny day. But he could think of one thing that he knew would make him feel even better. He picked up his phone, keying in a quick message to Nick.

Hey.

He threw the phone back on the bed as he shrugged on his clothes. Sure enough, his phone buzzed a few moments later.

Hey. How was the gym? It was nice. I ended up signing up. Awesome! I’m glad you liked it. Now we can workout together.

Zak smiled to himself, happy that Nick didn’t seem to be getting bored of him yet. He had started to worry he was relying on the younger man’s company a bit too much. But if Nick still wanted to spend time with him, he wasn’t going to argue.

You busy tonight?

He waited while Nick typed, feeling nervous about being let down after he’d had such a good day.

I’ve got plans with Aaron tonight. You remember him from the walking tour? You should come! Oh, that’s okay. I don’t wanna crash your plans. Zak said. He felt awkward about imposing. Especially if Nick was only offering to be nice.

His phone rang, and he looked down to see Nick’s name on the screen. He smiled as he answered the call. “Hello?” “Come on, man. Come! It’ll be fun. Aaron won’t mind, I promise.” “No, I feel bad.” “Why? I want you to come.” “This isn’t a pity invite, right? Because I’ll be fine on my own...” Zak said. It was a partial truth. “It’s not a pity invite.” Nick chuckled. “I wanna hang out with you, and I want you to get to know Aaron. He didn’t make a great first impression last time, but he’s been asking about you.” “He has?” “Yeah, I might’ve been talking about you a little bit…” Nick said, smirk in his voice. “He’s intrigued.” Zak smiled to himself. “So will you come?” Nick asked hopefully. “Yeah, okay.” Zak agreed. “What are we doing?” “Don’t worry about it.” Nick smirked. “What does that mean?” Zak chuckled. “I’ll pick you up in an hour.” Nick said. Then, the line went dead. “Nick?” Zak said, looking down to see that the younger man had hung up. Whatever Nick had planned, he clearly didn’t think Zak would like it.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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Zak sat cross legged on the hardwood floor, rifling through one of the last few boxes he’d been putting off unpacking. This one was stuffed with random objects that had had no place in his last apartment. Things, that if he’d had more time to consider, he probably would have left behind. But now they were here. And truthfully, his apartment could use the help. It was looking pretty bare with only half of what he was used to owning hardly filling out the space.

He pulled out a coffee table book his mother had given him a few years back for Christmas. He didn’t have a coffee table anymore, but at least he had a book. He let out a humorless chuckle, tossing the book to the side as he continued looking through the box. He pulled out the pouch where he kept the ticket stubs from all his favorite movies and concerts. He was happy he’d remembered to grab that. He’d been collecting those stubs since he could remember and there were lots of great memories in there.

He moved to pull out his jar full of guitar picks when he saw it tucked away in the bottom of the box. He had grabbed it in a moment of weakness, and he felt his heart seize in his chest as he pulled it from the box. It was the only picture he’d let himself take. It was his favorite. They took it the day they’d decided to drive to the coast and Zak couldn’t remember a time he’d ever seen himself look happier.

He couldn’t understand what had changed between that day and now to make him fall out of love. He looked happy too, smiling as he pressed his forehead to Zak’s, arm wrapped securely around his neck. Zak could still feel the weight of his arm and the warmth of his breath as if he was still right there next to him. But he wasn’t.

He set the picture up on another box, bringing his knees up to his chest as he sat facing it. He knew he shouldn’t, but he let himself look at it and get lost in the memory of that day and all the days that followed. His phone vibrated in his pocket, pulling him from the New Year’s Eve they spent skiing in Colorado. He grabbed for his phone, face pulling into a smile as he saw a familiar name on the screen.

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A little while later, after they’d had their fill of spiked cocoa, Zak was feeling warm and happy as they walked down the main cemetery path. He was glad he’d agreed to go out with Nick. It was the first night since he’d moved, well, since the breakup really, that he could remember feeling happy to be where he was.

“It really is beautiful in here.” Zak said, admiring the stretch of intricately carved headstones covered in a fresh layer of white. “I love cemeteries. There’s something so peaceful about them. It’s like the world outside just disappears for a little bit.” “Yeah, it really feels like we’re in the middle of nowhere, doesn’t it?” “It’s nice.” Zak said, filling his lungs with the crisp winter air. “It’s nice to just...get away sometimes.” “What? Moving across the country wasn’t enough for you?” Nick asked with a smirk. “I guess not.” Zak chuckled softly. “Do you miss home?” Nick asked, eyes curious. “Every day.” Zak said honestly. He felt an unmistakable twist in his stomach at the thought of home. “I can’t imagine leaving my family and friends like that. It must have been a really bad breakup.”

Zak lowered his eyes, paying special attention to the crunch of his feet in the snow. “I’m sorry...I wasn’t thinking. We don’t have to talk about it.” Nick said, hand resting on Zak’s wrist. “No, that’s okay. It was.” Zak said, trying to wrap his brain around how to explain it, or if he should even try. “It’s like having everything pulled out from under you. Everything you’ve come to know about yourself is gone. Anything that made you feel happy and safe is somehow tied to him and now you can’t watch that show because it makes you think of him. You can’t walk down that street, because that’s the park where he kissed you for the first time. You can’t shop at that grocery store because that’s the one he goes to and running into him would kill you. It sucked. It still sucks, but it hurts a little less being so far away. At least this way I know I can go for a walk, or get something to eat without every little thing reminding me that he doesn’t love me anymore.”

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Zak and Nick made plans, but Zak’s not sure if it’s a date. Cuteness ensues. 

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Zak checked his hair for the hundredth time. His palms were sweaty and his stomach was a mess of knots and butterflies. It had easily been one of the longest days of his life. He was anxious and he wasn’t totally sure what he’d gotten himself into.

Nick would be there any minute to pick him up and he still wasn’t totally sure what these plans meant. Were they just a couple of friends hanging out and investigating a cool spot? Or was it a date? He wasn’t sure from Nick’s tone and he’d been way too embarrassed to just come out and ask. He figured he’d just play it by ear. At the time, that had sounded like a good idea, but right now it was making his stomach turn.

He wasn’t really sure what he wanted, only that he wanted to spend time with Nick. He liked the younger man a lot and they had plenty of things in common. He’d been so lonely since he moved, and it was nice to have someone he felt comfortable talking to. And sure, it had been a while since he’d been close with someone. Going on three and half months at this point. And the thought of being with someone sounded nice, but he wasn’t sure he was ready for all that yet. Not really.

It had been a really long time since he’d gone on a first date, and he wasn’t sure he even remembered how it worked--Not that this was a date. But the nerves twisting in his stomach felt awfully familiar. He checked his hair one more time, finishing it off with a quick spray of product. This was as good as it was gonna get.

He stared at his reflection in the mirror, wondering who he’d become in these past months. He felt like a shell of himself, heartbroken, lonely and insecure. He didn’t like what he saw and he wondered if somehow, someone could see past it. He hoped maybe Nick would see who he really was.

There was a knock on his door and his stomach jumped into his throat. He made his way over, wiping his palms on the legs of his jeans before opening the door. Nick stood beaming in his doorway and Zak couldn’t help but mirror the warm smile.

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Excited about a new multi-chapter Zak Bagans/Nick Groff story I have in the works! I finished the first chapter and just started the second. Hoping to post the first chapter soon.