cheering myself up with some untitled fall flavored riptide boys, nick & jolly edition🍂
450 words of utter fluff
"Whose brilliant idea was it to move where there were so many trees?"
Jolly narrows his eyes at Nick, watching as he drags another rakeful of leaves into their ever growing pile. The area the Hideaway was in was dense with trees and the driveway and the path down to the dock were already covered. He thought about how they didn't have to do this when they lived in LA, or in their other house. The view was part of the appeal, and this was actually his favorite time of year to be here now. It was going to be their first Fall fully living there.
"If I remember correctly, you cried when I handed you that deed."
Nick points the rake handle at him. "I did. Best proposal ever. But, what are we going to do with this massive pile of leaves, fiance of mine?"
Jolly's stomach twists pleasantly every time Nick calls him that, and he can't help but step closer, draping his arms over Nick's shoulder to kiss him. As they're standing there, more leaves actually fall around them, and Nick laughs against Jolly's mouth.
"I probably should have mentioned that this is going to be never ending for months. We need to get a leaf blower."
The move into the new place—not new but permanent—has been slow with shows picking up for the fall festival season, but Jolly still likes to think of it as home now. Turning to look at the pile of leaves, he gets an idea.
"How deep do you think this pile is?"
"Don't you dare."
He laughs," Sorry, I heard yes!" he says before he topples them both down to the ground into the leaves.
It is, in fact not deep at all but they didn't have far to go so landing on the hard packed earth didn't hurt that much. Nick rolls his eyes fondly and grabs a handful tossing them in Jolly's face. Jolly wraps himself around him, hands sliding beneath Nick's hoodie and a few moments later, his shrieking laughter echoes off the trees around them as his fingers dig into Nick's sides quickly.
"I'm gonna be digging leaves out of your hair all night, aren't I?" Nick asks breathlessly once Jolly lets him go. He plucks a leaf from his own hair and drops it on Jolly's forehead. "I love you, you know?"
Jolly props himself up on his elbow, hooking his finger beneath Nick's chain and pulling his mouth down to kiss him. "One thing I've never got to worry about knowing, pretty."
Nick's smile is bright as he flops back in the leaves, starfishing as much as he can with Jolly beside him.
pairing: jolly karlsson x nick folio
cw: 18+ MDNI ⚠️ enough fluff to kill a man, timeline is a little off but we’re still in current era, skinny dipping, outdoor sex, blowjobs, anal fingering, anal sex, marking (biting), come marking, the happiest of endings.
word count: 4.4k
author's note: happy one year (and four days) to the riptide verse! last summer this all started with some time off work and some thoughts from friends that would lead to what has become one of my favorite things ever to write. thank you to everyone who has listened to me ramble on about these two, who has bounced ideas with me. thank you to those who have read and commented and reblogged 🌊✨ title comes from the fall out boy song, divider by me!
They’ve barely been home for a few hours after Rockville before Jolly is telling Nick to pack another bag. He doesn’t tell him why, but Nick has a feeling he knows exactly where they’re going. Instead of taking his truck, or Jolly’s car, they take their bikes. It’s not something they get to do together that often, and by the time they reach the Hideaway, Nick is giddy with adrenaline. Taking off his helmet, he takes a minute to breathe in the familiar air. He loves it up here this time of year, despite the heat and the bugs. It’s always cooler down by the creek and in the shade of the many trees.
It’s also the place that brought him and Jolly together.
He knows that’s probably the main reason that they’re here now, one year ago they spent a week here and everything changed between them. As far as anniversary surprises go, Nick can’t think of a better one.
“There it is,” Jolly says from beside him, and when Nick looks over at him, he sees that he’s watching him with fondness. “I always love seeing that look on your face when we come here.”
They take their stuff inside, and Nick realizes that everything is already stocked for the weekend. He thought they’d passed Rosa out on the main road and this just confirmed it. He pauses to consider the bottle of actual champagne on the counter, a little ‘congratulations’ card leaning against it. Jolly distracts him before he can actually pick up the card to look at it.
“C’mon, let’s take a nap and then go swimming or something.” He says, pulling Nick along towards the bedroom.
Nick is unresisting when Jolly leads him into the room and starts helping him out of his clothes. He can’t even argue that he’s not tired because there wasn’t much time between getting home and leaving, so a nap actually sounded pretty good. When he crawls beneath the blankets, Jolly turns the air conditioning up a little more and then joins him, immediately wrapping himself around him. He slots a knee between Nick’s, and pulls him back against his chest.
For all his complaining about being the little spoon, it’s Nick’s favorite place to be.
They sleep until it’s nearly dark, and wake up starving. It seems to be their ritual here; Nick sitting on the kitchen counter watching as Jolly cooks them something to eat. His eyes keep drifting to that bottle sitting on the counter, only the card isn’t there and he wonders if it even was in the first place. Maybe Rosa left it for his and Jolly’s anniversary. He’s got his gift for him stuffed in the bottom of his bag.
“Hey,” he’s pulled from his thoughts to find Jolly standing in front of him, hands resting on the counter on either side of him. “Did I lose you?”
Nick loops his arms over his shoulders, shaking his head. “Nope, I’m right here.”
“Okay, then what was I talking about?”
“I am pretty sure you were telling me about…going swimming?”
“That was hours ago,” Jolly says with fond exasperation. Despite the boy scout's smile that Nick tries to sell him, he’s not buying it. “Try again.”
“No…no, I think I wanna go swimming. C’mon.”
This time, he’s the one leading Jolly somewhere. Outside, the air is humid despite the breeze and they make their way down to the pier. The last time they were here it wasn’t warm enough to swim but now the sun is beating down on them. Nick tugs off his shirt and tosses it aside, and looks right at Jolly before shoving his shorts down and kicking them aside.
“Really, this is what we’re doing?” Jolly asks incredulously, looking around as if there’s anyone else on this side of the water that might see them. But they’ve always been alone out here.
“Don’t be a chicken. Get naked and get in the water, Joll.”
He turns and jumps off the pier before Jolly can argue with him. By the time he surfaces he sees a flash of tanned skin and tattoos before Jolly is jumping into the water with him. Swimming closer, he snorts in amusement at the glare that Jolly is giving him.
“Oh, did I forget to mention that it’s probably gonna be a little cold?”
Jolly moves a lot faster than Nick gives him credit for, grabbing onto him and dunking him beneath the water. But Nick knows how to fight dirty when he has to and manages to get free enough to wrap himself around him, mouth sliding over Jolly’s. And he’s never been one to turn down kissing Nick.
“You’re a brat,” Jolly mutters against Nick’s mouth as he pulls them both out into deeper water. “What am I gonna do with you?”
Nick wraps his legs around Jolly’s waist, knowing that he can keep them both afloat. “You tell me...daddy”
Jolly tries to dunk him again, but Nick is a barnacle and if anyone were passing by on their boat or on the other side of the water, it would look like he was trying to drown his boyfriend. Eventually, it’s just them swimming around each other, occasionally splashing one another and trading kisses until they get too tired. They drag themselves back up onto the pier, laying out in the sun to dry off.
“If there are any drones flying around, they’re gonna get an eyeful,” Jolly mutters, tossing an arm over his eyes to block the sun. He doesn’t bother to try and cover up though.
Nick laughs, leaning over him and letting the water from his hair drip onto Jolly’s face, “You trust me, honey?”
“Of course I do. I just don’t want some dude out in the woods seeing my junk in 4k if he’s flying his camera around.”
Rolling his eyes, Nick tip toes his fingers down Jolly’s chest, trailing over his tattoos. “We’re alone, I promise.”
Jolly chuckles and shrugs a shoulder. “Well, if we’re alone then…”
Nick leans over him again, lets his mouth follow the path of his fingers, licking the water off of his skin as he goes. Jolly hums and pets his free hand through Nick’s hair. Nick had no qualms about giving him head out here in the open, it wouldn’t be the first time. He wraps his hand around Jolly's half hard cock, always enjoying the way his breath quickens at the slightest tough. Leaning down, he drags his tongue over the head. Above him, Jolly gives an encouraging moan. Nick hesitates because Jolly's right, he can be a brat, before he takes more of him into his mouth. The hand in his hair slides down to grip the back of his neck and this time, he's the one who moans.
He starts bobbing his head faster, tongue teasing along the underside of Jolly's cock. The weight of him on his tongue, the way Jolly lets him pin him down against the pier, it's everything to him right now. He moves around so that he can get a hand on his own cock, he strokes himself to every sound that Jolly makes, knows by the way he's gasping Nick's name that he's getting close. It's not all that hard to catch up where he's just as close to the edge. Above him, Jolly is flushed and breathing hard, finally looking down at him.
Maybe it's a cocky move to give him a wink before he takes as much of him as he can down his throat. Jolly gives the back of Nick's neck a too hard squeeze and curses, falling flat on the pier again. Nick feels Jolly tensing up beneath him and he works himself faster, ignoring the ache in his jaw. It seems like time slows to a steady crawl until the moment that Jolly comes down his throat. Nick sucks him through it and it doesn’t take much more than a handful of strokes before he’s coming over his own fist.
Nick pulls off, gasping for air, and flops over on his side. “So how about that lunch now?”
Jolly lets out a disbelieving laugh and sits up, reaching for his shorts. “You’re a fucking menace, you know that?”
“I’m well aware, honey,” Nick says. He takes longer to get dressed. “But I figure this is our anniversary weekend, might as well make the most of it, right?”
The look Jolly gives him when he says anniversary weekend is fond, but there’s something else there. Nothing bad, but Nick can’t really figure out what it is. He doesn’t get a chance before Jolly’s tossing him his shorts.
“C’mon, that’s enough public nudity for one day.”
“That’s just quitter behavior, Joll.”
“I think I got a splinter in my ass.” Jolly complains the next night.
Nick laughs, leaning further into his side. They’re sprawled out on the sofa in the tv room, recovering after dinner. “There’s a joke there, but I won’t make it.”
“I’m very proud of you,” He doesn’t have to see Jolly’s face to know that he’s rolling his eyes at him. “Hey, don’t fall asleep here. This couch is actually hell.”
Nick likes the couch. He likes this place. Tipping his head back, he moves so he can lean up to press a kiss to the underside of Jolly’s jaw. Jolly hums in contentment, and all Nick thinks for the millionth time is he’s going to spend the rest of his life like this.
“Okay,” he pats Jolly’s leg and pulls himself up off the sofa. “Come on, I’ve got a present for you.”
“Is this a sex thing?”
Barking a laugh, Nick grabs onto Jolly’s wrist and tugs him to his feet. As soon as he’s close enough he loops his arms around his neck and pulls him even closer. “I mean, it isn’t but that doesn’t mean it won’t end up that way.”
“Good, because I have a gift for you too, pretty.”
Nick takes him down the hall to the bedroom, where he pulls the box out of his bag. When he turns around, Jolly’s leaning against the dresser, looking at him. There’s something laying beside him on top of the dresser, the envelope thin. He’s curious, but he wants to give his present first and he holds out the box to him.
The bracelet inside is something that Nick spent months trying to get right. He thought of getting one with a message on it, but somehow this one was better, at least he thought so. Judging by the look on Jolly’s face when he opens the box, Nick can tell that he gets it right away. Stepping closer, Nick takes the bracelet out and Jolly immediately offers up his wrist. Nick wraps the black titanium chain around Jolly’s wrist, sliding the clasp into place before picking up the small screwdriver that locks the bracelet.
“This is pretty permanent,” Jolly muses, before cupping Nick’s chin and leaning down to kiss him softly. “Thank you.”
Nick smiles against his mouth. “You’re welcome.”
“So technically I went the traditional one year gift route…” Jolly trails off almost nervously, before holding out the envelope to him. “And really, it’s only part of this.”
Nick takes it curiously, opening the seal and pulling out the papers that are inside of it. He reads them once and then again, mouth falling open in genuine surprise. “You bought the Hideaway. You bought this place.”
“I bought it for us, for you. I know how much you love it here and Rosa and her parents were more than okay with selling—”
Nick cuts him off, yanking him down into another kiss. While the kiss that Jolly had given him was soft and sweet this one is more frenzied and full of hunger. He can’t believe that he did this for him. The fact that he knows how much this place means to Nick and even though they could have rented it whenever it was free, this is something else. It’s theirs but now it’s actually theirs.
“Wait, wait,” Jolly gently pulls back before they can get too lost in this. Nick lets out a disappointed sound. “Can I give you the second part of your gift?”
Nick shakes his head. “This is enough, I promise.”
Jolly laughs and intertwines their fingers, bringing Nick’s hand up to kiss his knuckles. “It’s really not, I promise. Sit down on the bed, pretty. Close your eyes for me.”
Nick does what he’s told, backing up until he can sit down on the edge of the bed. Jolly turns and digs into his own bag, and Nick wonders what he’s up to. He leans back on his hands and then closes his eyes. He tilts his head a little, if he can’t see he’s hoping he can at least hear what’s going on. But nothing happens at first. When he feels the slight brush of something against his legs, his brow furrows in confusion.
“Okay, open them.”
Maybe he should have expected it, but the sight of Jolly on one knee before him leaves him wide eyed and breathless. “Oh fuck you.”
“Can you at least let me ask the question,” Jolly says with amusement, picking up the ring box by his feet. “Before you start cussing me out?”
Nick’s pretty sure he looks like a fish the way his mouth opens and closes a few times before he finally just nods. He sits up so he can be closer to him though. His fingers itch to touch him but instead he fists them in the blankets, waiting patiently.
“It was always gonna be here, you know? I might have been in love with you before we came here, but this is where I made you mine. And I’m really in love with you, Nick. You gave me this and it’s…it’s permanent like us. So, without swearing at me this time. Will you marry me?”
Nick is nodding before Jolly even stops talking, tears welling up in his eyes. “Yeah. Fucking…yes, Joakim. I’ll marry you.”
Jolly’s crying too and he somehow manages to drop the box before he picks it up and takes the ring out. Apparently they were thinking the same thing in choosing their gifts, because it’s a thick black band much like the bracelet that Nick got for him. Jolly slides it onto Nick’s finger and surges up to press his forehead to Nick’s.
“I love you, a whole lot.” he murmurs and Nick half laughs, half cries as he nods even more.
“I love you too.” he kisses him, soft and slow before suddenly pulling back. “Wait! Rosa knew? The champagne?”
“Pretty, everyone knew.”
Nick lets that sink in. He figured that Jolly had told their families and the rest of the band. He tries not to think about him telling this plan to Noah and Nicholas, and he quickly wipes at his eyes before kissing Jolly again.
“Let’s go break into that bottle then.”
He and Jolly pass the bottle back and forth while sitting outside. It’s dark out already, and Nick knows that he’s never been drunk on champagne before but he feels like he’s on cloud nine. He makes sure to call everyone and tell them the good news before he gets too tipsy. When they called Noah and Nicholas to tell them, Noah had spent twenty minutes complaining that he’d lost the bet. Davis was the closest and Nick found it incredibly amusing that he wasn’t going to let Noah live that down.
It’s not just the champagne making him feel like this, he knew that. Jolly had a plan and he’d told Nick months ago that he would never see it coming. While he knew they were always headed in this direction, it still took him by surprise in the best possible way.
“You okay over there?”
Nick nods, “Being engaged doesn’t really feel any different than being boyfriends.”
“Well,” Jolly shrugs and Nick leans into his shoulder. “Eventually you’re gonna be my husband.”
Nick, lightheaded from the champagne, actually giggles for a second before he turns and presses a kiss to Jolly’s neck. “Oh my god, we’re gonna get married.”
“Are you drunk, Nicky?”
“No! Just warm and fuzzy and I think you should be kissing me.”
Jolly turns him and pulls him closer, doing what he said and kissing him. Nick makes a happy sound against his mouth and melts against him, already dizzy and half hard at the simplest touch. The word husband keeps bouncing around in his head and he’s so happy it would probably make people sick. But he doesn’t care.
“Let me take you to bed, pretty.” Jolly murmurs against his mouth.
“But the stars are out here!” Nick protests, tipping his head back so he can look up at the sky, and Jolly laughs at him.
“But the bed is in there. C’mon.”
Nick doesn’t resist this time as Jolly pulls him into the cabin. Their cabin. He thinks about this place belonging to them, knows that a move out here might be absolutely unrealistic but he loves the idea of being here all of the time when they’re not in LA. If things would ever actually slow down enough he even thinks they could raise kids out here.
“You bought me a house, Joll,” Nick says in awe as he leads him into the bedroom. Jolly sits down on the end of the bed and pulls Nick to stand between his knees. “Well technically, we bought our first house together so—”
“Oh my god, please stop talking and take off your clothes.” Jolly doesn’t give him a chance to start before he’s reaching for the waistband of Nick’s shorts.
It only takes Nick a second to catch up, tugging off his shirt as Jolly gets his shorts down. He gasps sharply when Jolly wraps his fingers around Nick’s leaking cock. He moves his hand slowly, eyes never leaving Nick's face. He wants to tell Jolly to hurry up, to do something other than give him a teasing handjob, but they've got all the time in the world for this.
"Come here," Jolly finally says, using Nick's cock to lead him into Jolly's lap.
He kisses Nick softly, barely a brush of their lips, before he's moving and dropping Nick on the bed behind him. Nick tries to move backward up the bed while Jolly's taking off his clothes, but he doesn't get that far before Jolly's dragging him back by his ankle, crawling between his thighs. For some reason, this is funny to Nick and he starts to giggle. He wraps his arms around Jolly's neck, and Jolly mutters something about him being an insufferable boy, before he's leaning down and kissing him fiercely.
That seems to drive all of the amusement out of him and he kisses Jolly back, hands fisting in Jolly’s hair and tugging. His hips rock up, impatience warring with need inside of him. Jolly however, still seems content taking his time. And Nick knows well enough that when he doesn’t want to rush, he isn’t going to just because Nick wants him to.
“Can I fuck you?” he blurts out. Jolly pulls back to look at him and Nick can’t seem to shut up. “Was that not the plan? Because I will go with whatever plan you have but I really wanna fuck you—”
“You’re gonna make me propose to you all over again, Nicky,” Jolly mutters before kissing him and nodding as if his words weren’t going to get the message across. “Hang on.”
Nick watches as he gets up off the bed, digging through his bag before he comes back and tosses a bottle of lube onto the mattress by Nick’s hip. When he comes back, he straddles Nick, curling himself down over him to kiss him as he braces his hands on his chest and presses him down.
“How do you want me?” Jolly asks against his mouth.
Nick blinks up at him at first, finding him blurry and out of focus because he’s so close. Eventually he backs up a little and Nick reaches up, lightly tracing a finger over Jolly’s bottom lip. “I want you every way I can have you, Joll.”
“Okay but at this moment right now? Tell me.”
"On your back for me then, honey," he murmurs.
Jolly does as he asks and Nick shifts around to kneel between Jolly's spread knees. They've only done this a handful of times. He always treats each time like he's never going to get to do this again. And it's not that either of them don't like it, it's just they're used to a certain type of dynamic between the two of them. Nick would explain it in more cruder terms that he just prefers to be the one getting fucked, but right now the only thing he can think about is getting Jolly spread out beneath him. He looks eager, which is something that will never seem to change no matter how many times Nick tops.
He bends one leg and throws it to the side and Nick resists the urge to lean down and sink his teeth into the taut muscles in his thighs. He's only half hard now, but as Nick trails a hand up the inside of his leg and reaches for the bottle of lube with his free hand, he sees Jolly's cock twitch. Getting his fingers slick, he spreads Jolly's legs further apart and then dips his fingers down to Jolly's hole, circling it a few times before pressing a finger in to the first knuckle
Jolly's head is thrown back against the pillows and his mouth falls open on a wordless groan. Nick will never get tired of this sight. He takes his time prepping him and easing him open, until he's got three fingers buried inside of him and Jolly's pushing himself down onto those fingers. He's fully hard now and Nick waits until Jolly's eyes find him before he twists his fingers just enough to pull a needy groan from him.
"C'mon pretty, I'm ready. Don't keep me waiting." Jolly's voice is pleading and Nick isn't about to deny him anything.
He still remembers how much he lost his mind that very first night with Jolly, in this very same bed. He only hopes he can make him feel half of what he did. He sinks into him slowly, hips twitching forward into the tight pressure around his cock, eyes falling shut at the gasping moan crawling out of Jolly's chest. He leans forward, curling himself over Jolly to press his face against his throat. Nothing matters to him right now but this, no one but Jolly. He's become the best home he's ever had, and it always feels so right to get to have him like this, as overwhelming as it is.
Their faces are so close together he can feel Jolly’s breath on his cheek and he turns his head to press his mouth there. One of Jolly’s hands flies out to grab onto him, and Nick tangles their fingers together. He wonders if Jolly can feel the ring pressing into his skin the way Nick can sometimes feel his when he wears them. For some reason, this startles a laugh out of him, bright and happy and he presses a hard kiss to Jolly's lips before carefully shifting back. He never lets go of Jolly's hand, not even as he takes a steadying breath and slides halfway out before thrusting back in. It doesn't take him long to find the rhythm that he's come to learn that Jolly likes, every hard thrust drawing cries of pleasure from the man beneath him.
His free hand reaches down to touch when they’re connected, fingers circling around Jolly’s stretched out rim. He can’t help but smirk as he feels Jolly clench around him, and he leans in to brush his nose against his. “I’m gonna marry you.”
Jolly seems to choke on a sobbing moan, eyes rolling back as Nick presses just the tip of his finger in alongside his cock. “Nick, fuck—”
“Say it, Jolly.”
“I’m gonna fucking come—”
Nick knows that Jolly’s cock is neglected between them, and it’s a little bit of a power trip for him that he’s going to make him come without even touching him like that. “Say. It.”
“You’re gonna marry me,” Jolly gasps out. He surges up, mouth skating over Nick’s. “You’re fucking mine.”
Nick turns and presses his mouth against Jolly’s throat, biting down. There was a time not too long ago that Jolly bit him hard enough to leave a scar—something else permanent between them—and Nick wants to do the same. He sinks his teeth in hard, as Jolly comes between them with a hoarse shout. Nick pushes faster, leaning back enough to meet Jolly's eyes, finding them glassy and blown out. Blinking back his own tears, he curls his hand around the curve of Jolly's jaw and presses his forehead into his. Nick's body pulses with every thrust, and Jolly's coaxes him over the edge. Nick pulls out, fingers sliding over his cock and adding to the mess on Jolly's stomach.
He collapses down against him, breath leaving him in harsh pants as Jolly drags his fingers up and down his back slowly. He turns his head, nose rubbing against the underside of Nick's jaw and he pulls him closer.
Nick wakes up alone. The sun isn’t even up yet, and thankfully the champagne didn’t do too much damage to leave him with a hangover. When he rubs his hands through his hair, mussed from sleep and sticking up all over the place after he’d gone to bed with it wet, the ring on his finger catches his eye.
Crawling out of bed, he finds his shorts from the night before and pulls them on. As he makes his way down the hall, he can barely make out Jolly’s silhouette outside on the patio. He slips out the door, where the air is sticky and warm even for this early in the morning. Jolly’s sitting on the low brick wall, eyes turned towards the sun rising just over the water.
“I could live here all the time,” he murmurs. “I’ll never get over how quiet it is in the mornings.”
As Nick gets closer, he turns to look at him, and reaches out for him. Nick comes willingly, stepping between Jolly’s knees and wrapping his arms around him. “Living here when we’re not in LA actually sounds perfect. Think of all the fish.”
“Right, the fish,” Jolly rolls his eyes fondly and presses a kiss to Nick’s forehead. “I suppose the fish are important too.”
Nick doesn't bother to tell him that the most important thing to have here is Jolly himself, he's sure Jolly knows.
my sanctuary (you're holy to me) - ( riptide verse foursome )
pairing: noah sebastian x nicholas ruffilo x jolly karlsson x nick folio
cw: 18+ MDNI ⚠️ i don’t suppose just saying “they bang, the end” counts? no? okay. partner sharing, fantasy fulfillment, mentions of voyeurism, body worship, mild bondage, praise kink, finger sucking, dirty talk, anal fingering, spitroasting, barebacking, overstimulation.
word count: 5.4k
author's note: so this is not only for the birthday boy but also a long time coming, as they were always gonna end up here at least once in this verse. i dubbed this the foursome of doom (tm) and i'm hoping it does not disappoint. it all started thinking that noah's got a very specific fantasy for his birthday wish, and nicky says "okay, bet". title comes from "church" by fall out boy. divider by @saradika-graphics
🌊✨ shout out to the besties who've encouraged and loved on this verse for ALMOST FIVE MONTHS! i am kissing y'all on the forehead 🩷
Noah hates the question, moreso now that he’s in a comfortable enough place that if he likes something and he wants it, he can just buy it for himself. Nicholas has known him long enough to know the question annoys him. Noah also knows he doesn’t want a conventional answer; he’s not expecting Noah to say he wants something someone would normally give as a gift. He’s supposed to dig deep down, as far as he can, and then dig further. And then he’s supposed to tell Nicholas what he wants.
The thing is, Noah knows what he wants. And Nicholas already knows what he wants. They’re doing this for a reason. He wants Noah to be able to tell him that he wants this, this fantasy of his that he’d never dare to speak about. Be selfish, ask for something that doesn't matter whether or not he can have it. Nicholas just wants him to say it.
Noah sinks down further in the water, closing his eyes. He’s got until Nicholas comes back before he has to say it out loud. The bath is scalding hot and it’s supposed to be soothing, but he’s nervous. And he’s excited. Not that he’s thinking anything is actually going to come from this. It’s just a game, a fantasy. Nicholas swore to him over and over that he could say literally anything and he wouldn’t judge him for it, and all Noah can do is trust him with that.
The door opens and Noah cracks one eye open as Nicholas comes into the bathroom. He sits down on the floor beside the tub, and looks at him expectantly.
“Are you ready to tell me?”
Noah swirls his hands through the water, humming. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t have to. I already told you that. But if you want to say it, I really wanna hear it.”
Noah could ask Nicholas for the moon and he’d try to find a way to get it for him. He’s already under his skin in every way he could possibly be. He’s already helped him achieve every dream he’s ever had. Him, and Jolly and Nick. Their crew, their little family. It’s everything he’s ever wanted, but maybe he wants a little something else. Something selfish.
“I…” he trails off, trying to think about how to word it. Nicholas just waits. “I think about them sometimes, together?”
It was hard not to, they weren’t even fully out on the road yet, and Noah had already seen more than enough of Jolly and Nick together. He never told anyone that he saw the two of them that night after the show when Nick cold cocked that crew guy for touching Jolly. He’d only wanted to go back to the van, but only ended up walking up on Nick on his knees for Jolly right out there in the open where anyone could find them. And he certainly didn’t tell anyone he’d watched them until Nick was done before he turned around and went back to find Nicholas.
“Okay,” Nicholas nods encouragingly. “So answer my question, Noah. What do you want?”
“I want all three of you. For a night.”
He says it in a rush, but he says it clearly. Nicholas doesn’t laugh at him, doesn’t tell him that he’s out of his mind. He doesn’t say that they’re done because he’s been thinking of their two best friends. Instead, he smiles. And Noah briefly wonders if he should be a little scared.
“Let me see what I can do about that.”
“Let you—” Noah’s voice squeaks a little. “What are you talking about? You said this was just…me saying it!”
Nicholas shrugs. “Who am I to deny my boy his birthday wish? Let me talk to Jolly and Folio.”
It’s not the answer that he was expecting at all, and while he feels a significant amount of panic that Nicholas plans to casually arrange a foursome between them, he’s also intrigued to know if they’ll even agree to it. His eyes follow Nicholas as he gets up, and then he leans over the tub and places a kiss on Noah’s lips. It holds a lot of promise. When he pulls away, Noah drags in a deep breath and lets himself sink beneath the water, just for a few moments. He stays there until his heartbeat is thudding in his ears.
He pulls himself up, wiping water away from his face. Nicholas has left the bathroom.
Noah thinks that they said no, and that’s why Nicholas hasn’t brought it up since they talked about it. Everything is fine, everything is normal. No one is looking at him any differently. And yet, he feels like it’s too normal. If Nicholas talked to them and Jolly and Nick didn’t agree to it, he thought maybe there would be some sort of reaction. It makes him spiral a little, and he doesn’t think this is one that he can talk to his therapist about. They play shows, they hang out, October wears on and no one says anything. Maybe Noah imagined it all and he’s going to wake up. Like that one episode of that old television show, it was all a dream.
But apparently, Nicholas was just waiting for the right moment to drop it on him. Eight days before his birthday and he just leans over the couch where Noah’s sitting and tells him. “Folio and Jolly are coming over tonight.”
“Okay,” he says, not looking away from the screen. It takes a few seconds for the words to really sink in, because they’re at their place all the time, but then it hits him that this isn’t going to be a normal hang out, and his head whips around. “Folio and Jolly are coming over tonight? Tonight tonight?”
“Are you just repeating me or quoting Smashing Pumpkins?”
“Nicky,” Noah says his name a little distressed, and he sees the amusement on his boyfriend’s face. “They said yes?”
There’s a brief look in Nicholas’ eyes, as if he’s surprised that Noah didn’t think they’d agree to it, but it’s gone quickly. “Of course they did. They’re going to come here, and they’re gonna help me take you apart piece by piece. Do you want that, sweet boy? One night of being completely consumed.”
He’s whispering in Noah’s ear now, one hand pressed against his chest while the other slides down to the front of his shorts, cupping him through the fabric. Noah moans helplessly, squeezing his eyes closed and arching up into the touch. He wants to ask why Nicholas is doing this now, but he thinks it’s all part of his plan. Get him riled up before Jolly and Nick arrive, make him needy and pliant for the three of them to do whatever they want with him.
“Whatever we want with you, huh? Now there is a thought.”
Noah hadn’t realized he said that last part out loud but it’s obviously exactly what Nicholas wanted to hear.
“But I have a very important question for you, Noah,” his hand is still stroking over Noah’s cock through his shorts and he’s so hard right now that he’d answer any question he was asked, give any answer he wants. “Do you deserve this?”
Noah’s eyes fly open, because he knows this game. It’s one of Nicholas’ favorites. Because he is of the belief that despite what Noah’s brain tells him sometimes, he deserves everything good in his life. He deserves the world, every single bit of pleasure and love that Nicholas gives him and that he gives in return. And if he deserves to have this night, to be selfish and greedy and let his best friends have their way with him, he better give the right answer.
He doesn’t hesitate, “I deserve it. I want it, Nicky.”
Just like that, Nicholas stops touching him completely. But that’s how the game works; Noah gave the answer that he was looking for, he was honest. Nicholas drops a kiss on his cheek and backs away from the sofa. Noah contemplates just shoving his hand into his shorts and getting off right there, but he doesn’t. It’s a near thing, but instead he sits forward and grabs his water, downing the rest of the bottle in one go. The night hasn’t even started yet. When he looks over his shoulder, he sees that Nicholas has stepped back into the kitchen, and he’s texting on his phone with that little knowing smile on his face that usually drives Noah up the wall.
“How long until they’re here?” Noah asks as casually as he can. He assumes that Nicholas is currently texting details to either Nick or Jolly, or both.
“They’re leaving their place now, so just a few minutes. Is that okay with you?”
Noah nods, certain of it. Nicholas is obviously watching him for signs of doubt, but he doesn’t feel any. None of the emotions he’s overwhelmed with suddenly have anything to do with doubt. Maybe it was Nicholas riling him up the way he had, or the fact that he knew without a doubt that nothing would go wrong with Jolly and Nick. There was an abundance of trust there, there had to be. Not just for the band, but for this. Giving himself over to them like this, even for a night, it required every ounce of trust that he had.
The minutes seem to drag on, but soon there’s a familiar knock at the door and then Nick is letting himself and Jolly in. Nicholas comes out of the kitchen as they come into the living room, and Noah digs his fingers into the couch cushion beneath his leg. He’s still half hard, and he sits forward as if it’ll be less obvious.
“Oh look, it’s the birthday boy,” Nick throws himself down on the sofa beside Noah. “Hi there.”
“It’s not for another week.” Noah points out, as if it matters.
Jolly sits down on his other side, and Noah’s eyes shoot over to Nicholas, who’s just standing there in the doorway watching them. When he realizes that he’s looking, Nicholas just gives him a wink.
“Don’t worry, we have your real present all wrapped up for your birthday.” Jolly says. For some reason, the way he says real present makes Noah a little dizzy. He doesn’t know how to tell them that this could be enough of a gift.
“So, what’s the plan here? Any rules we should know? Safe words?” Nick asks.
They were jumping right into it then. It shouldn’t surprise him at all. Nicholas finally comes further into the living room, sitting on the edge of the coffee table directly in front of Noah. Now the three of them have effectively caged him in, as if he’d want to be anywhere else.
“There aren’t any safe words, no real rules other than the fact that this is Noah’s. Whatever he wants, however he wants it, we give it to him.”
He might be speaking to Jolly and Nick when he says it, but his eyes are on Noah the entire time. He seems to be enjoying whatever expression is on Noah’s face right now, and he feels his cheeks turning red under his scrutiny.
“We can work with that.” Jolly agrees.
“You’re the boss.” Nick pipes up.
Noah leans back into the sofa, looking back and forth between the two of them. If they’re going to do this, he needs to know a few things before anything happens. “Can I…can I ask why you said yes to this? I don’t wanna fuck up your relationship or anything—”
“This isn’t going to fuck anything up,” Jolly says. “We said yes because it’s you, Noah. We love you. It might not be exactly the same kind of love that you and Ruff have, but it’s something.”
“And we chose to agree to this because you’re safe, to us. You’re safe with us.” Nick adds.
Noah tells himself he will not cry, but just hearing that makes him want to. He understands exactly what they mean, because it’s the same way for him. Nicholas, Nick and Jolly are the safest people in the world to him right now. He wouldn’t consider doing this with anyone else.
“I see the wheels turning in your head, sunshine,” Nicholas murmurs, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. “Whatever you’re thinking of doing, just do it.”
So Noah does. “Jolly, can I kiss Folio?”
He figures it’s only polite to ask, since Jolly is sharing his boyfriend with him. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Jolly nod, and then Nick is leaning into Noah’s space, giving him his own answer by pressing his lips to his. Noah melts into it. He hasn’t kissed anyone besides Nicholas in a long time. He curls a hand around the curve of Nick’s jaw, thumb rubbing over his cheekbone as Nick hums into the kiss. Noah feels a tap on his shoulder and he pulls back only for Jolly to be right there.
“No need to ask me,” Nick says. “Go ahead and kiss him.”
Noah isn’t sure if he’s talking to him or Jolly, but he lets Jolly pull him in and kiss him. And while kissing Nick was soft and light, this is almost the opposite of that. He slides his fingers into Noah’s hair, teeth tugging at his bottom lip as he presses him back against what Noah realizes is Nick’s chest. All Noah can do is let him overwhelm him as he fists his hands in the front of Jolly’s shirt and holds on.
They start passing his mouth back and forth, Nick wrapping a hand beneath his jaw to tip his head back to kiss him for a few minutes before Jolly is taking his place, over and over. He isn’t sure how much time passes like this. His mind is a blur in the best possible way.
There’s a noise to his left, and he realizes that it’s come from Nicholas, who’s still watching them avidly from his seat on the coffee table. He pulls away from Jolly slowly, still sprawled back against Nick’s chest, and he reaches out a hand. Nicholas tangles their fingers together immediately, but he doesn’t let Noah pull him in.
“What do you say we move this to the bedroom? More room there.”
Noah hastily untangles himself from Jolly and Nick as he gets up. He leads the way upstairs to their bedroom, pulling Nicholas along behind him. Once they’re in the room though, Noah doesn’t know where to start. All three of them are looking at him as if they want to eat him alive, and it makes him feel powerful. He takes a step backward, closer to the bed. There are so many possibilities here, he knows this. Dozens of scenarios start to play out in his mind as the silence stretches on, until it gets to be too much.
“Got a plan in mind? Or is this just gonna be a staring contest?” Nick asks finally.
Noah pulls off his shirt and tosses it aside before he climbs onto the bed and leans back against the pillows. He crooks a finger, and they all start coming towards him; Nick and Nicholas on either side, and Jolly up the middle. He gets to Noah first, crawling over his body and kissing him. Noah starts to reach for him, but he finds both of his wrists being pulled above his head. He doesn’t bother to struggle, instead relaxing into the hold that Nicholas and Nick have on him while Jolly drags his mouth over his. And then there are fingers wrapping around Noah’s jaw, as Nicholas turns his head to finally get a kiss of his own.
“I have an idea, if you’re okay with it?” Nicholas asks against his lips.
Noah nods, watching as he backs off the bed for a minute. Not before passing Noah’s wrist to Jolly to hold. It’s not lost on him that Nick and Jolly are kissing while pinning him down to the mattress, and he’s torn between trying to see what Nicholas is up to, and watching them. Ultimately, he finds himself distracted by the very pretty picture that Jolly and Nick make above him.
When Nicholas comes back, he’s holding something in his hand and it takes Noah a few seconds to realize that it’s one of his old ties. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s tied Noah up, and he’s already nodding his head as Nicholas climbs up and wraps the fabric around his wrists. He winds it around one of the headboard rungs, and Noah knows all he has to do is pull with the bare minimum of force and he’d be free. The idea of not being able to use his hands while Nicholas, Jolly and Nick can touch him however they want makes him squirm around in anticipation.
“You’re still in control here, Noah,” Nicholas says as if he needs to reassure him of the fact. “What do you want?”
The answer feels obvious. “I just..I want you. All of you.”
“We can work with that.” Nick promises.
For a brief second, Noah wonders if he's in over his head here as the three of them descend on him; Jolly kissing his lips, Nicholas dragging his mouth over his shoulder as his hands wander across his chest. Nick mouths a spot just below Noah's ear. They kiss him and touch him, until he's blurry and boneless, and all he can do is lie there and take it. They spend what feels like hours kissing him and tracing their fingers and mouths over his tattoos until his entire body feels like it’s vibrating. His fingers are wrapped so tightly around the rungs of the headboard that he doesn't ever think he'll get them free. He's rutting up against the thigh that Jolly has pressed between his legs, knowing that the friction he's getting won't last, and eventually they're going to do something else to him.
“I’ve got an idea,” Nick says suddenly, and Noah blinks up at him. His words have made Jolly and Nicholas stop and give him their attention. “Why don’t you let Jolly have you first? You come over here to this side, Ruff.”
Noah’s nodding before he’s even done speaking, and he watches as Nicholas moves to the other side of the bed where he leans into Nick to see what’s about to happen. Nick gets his attention, putting a finger to his chin. Nicholas gives Noah another look before he turns his head and kisses Nick, soft and slow, and Noah is unable to stop the moan that he lets out at the sight. He’s never really thought about Nicholas kissing someone else, but seeing it first hand, the way he clings to Nick’s arm and pushes up into it, it does something to him. He doesn’t think it would make sense to see him with anyone else.
Jolly’s nose nudges against his cheek, and he laughs a little. “God, that’s a sight isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” Noah nods and then leans back into the pillows a little more. “So, you’ve got me all to yourself. What are you going to do to me?”
Moving back, Jolly discards his shirt and then reaches over to give Nicholas a little tap, distracting him from Nick’s mouth. “Where’s your lube?”
Realistically, Noah knew he was going to get fucked in this scenario, he’d banked on it. He watches as Jolly gets the bottle from the nightstand drawer—Noah’s side—and then moves so he’s kneeling between Noah’s spread thighs.
“Can I take these off?” he asks, hooking his fingers over the waistband of Noah’s shorts.
He nods, and then Jolly’s tugging them down over his hips along with his boxers. He throws them over the side of the bed and just kind of stares down at him. It doesn’t make Noah uncomfortable, but he still blushes under his gaze.
“Very pretty,” Jolly murmurs, and behind them, Nick made an affronted noise. “I said he was pretty, I didn’t call him pretty, calm down. Go back to what you were doing over there.”
Noah’s heard Jolly use the endearment to Nick many times, he thinks it’s cute when Nick acts all flustered about it. Right now though, he’s more worried about the man above him, who is taking his sweet ass time making any kind of progress beyond getting him naked. As it is, he finally gets out of the rest of his own clothes and Noah lets out a breathy laugh when Nick wolf whistles. There's tension in the air, but it’s fun, easy. He decides he doesn’t like the idea that he can’t touch anyone and he tugs his hands free from the tie.
Jolly doesn’t seem to mind, eyes never leaving Noah’s face as he pushes one of his legs up and nudges two fingers inside of him. It’s just this side of too much, but he’s being gentle about it, and Noah breathes through it. He can feel Nick and Nicholas watching them, and he tilts his head just enough to be able to meet Nicholas’ eyes. He’s never seen Noah like this before, not from this angle. Maybe Noah preens a little bit for him, at least until Jolly twists his fingers in a certain direction and steals all his attention back.
“More, please,” Noah doesn’t even care if he’s begging. And because they’re supposed to be giving him exactly what he wants, Jolly pulls back and ever so slowly adds a third finger. Noah hisses at the stretch and grabs at the sheets so he doesn’t touch himself yet. “Yeah Jolly, please…”
His pleads dissolve into harsh gasps for air as Jolly’s fingers start to move faster, and he can hear it, the slick sound ringing in his ears. Nick moves then, away from Nicholas. He presses himself against Jolly’s side, and Noah can’t look away. Nick’s whispering something in Jolly’s ear, and then he grabs the bottle of lube, slicking up his hand before wrapping his fingers around Jolly’s cock. Noah isn’t sure which of them moans louder, because the action makes Jolly press his fingers deeper.
“Are you gonna fuck him for us, Joakim?” Nick asks, loud enough to be heard this time. “I think he’s ready for it, aren’t you Noah?”
Jolly crooks his fingers again, and Noah chokes out a desperate sob as he squeezes his eyes shut. “I’m ready, fuck, please…”
There’s movement beside him and then Nicholas is tucked up to him, chin on his shoulder, He reaches up to brush his thumb beneath Noah’s eye.
“My needy boy,” he murmurs. “Let him take care of you, and then Folio and I will have our turn. Together, you want that? Can you wait for us?”
If he nods any harder, he’s going to give himself whiplash. He feels Jolly pull out his fingers, and then he’s grabbing onto Noah’s hips and tugging him down the bed. He wants to raise himself up, watch the moment that Jolly pushes inside of him. But Nicholas is still partially holding him down and he thinks that’s intentional. The moment that Jolly’s completely inside, one of Noah’s hands shoots down to wrap around his wrist where his hand is still clamped on his hip. His other hand tangles with Nicholas’, and he lets him anchor him.
The last thing he wants to do is draw comparisons, it doesn’t come close to how he feels when Nicholas is inside of him but it’s still so good. He wants to tell Jolly that he feels damn near perfect, but Jolly chooses that moment to pull almost all of the way out and then rock back in, harder each time. Noah loses his ability to speak. And then he loses his ability to think because Nick’s fingers have drifted down, teasing around where Jolly’s got him stretched open.
“Gotta admit,” Nick says a little breathlessly, “this view is definitely doin’ it for me. He’s taking you so well.”
“Oh my god,” Jolly groans. His fingers dig into Noah’s hips, and his head tips forward, watching what Nick is doing even as he probably would like him to not be so helpful. “I love you, pretty, but you gotta shut up.”
Nicholas laughs into Noah’s shoulder, before leaning up to kiss him lightly, like he doesn’t want to distract him from what Jolly’s doing. As if he could. Nick’s fingers tiptoe up his thigh, dragging along the length of his cock, and Noah’s head kicks back into the pillows. Nicholas continues to mouth along his jaw and neck, tongue brushing over inked skin. Completely overwhelmed, he feels like his entire body is aflame.
It’s exactly as Nicholas had said earlier in the night; he’s consumed by them. And he knows that this is only the beginning. Everything Nicholas has said to him is bouncing around in his mind. He wants it all, he wants everything they’re willing to give him, he deserves it. Jolly tightens his hold on Noah, thrusting harder and deeper. Nick fists Noah's cock painfully slowly, and it takes Noah a minute to realize he's matching his strokes to Jolly's. Noah feels as if he's going insane, even with the hold Nicholas still has on him. Begging will only get him so far, especially since he's supposed to be holding off.
"Please," he says, letting go of Jolly's wrist only to grab onto Nick's. He's desperately trying to keep from knocking his hand away to touch himself. "Please, I can't—"
"Can't what?" Nick's tone is mischievous as he stops moving his hand, just holding on to him. "Can't come yet? You're right, you're gonna wait for us. But Jolly's almost there, aren't you honey?"
“You’re being so good for us, sunshine,” Nicholas says in Noah’s ear, and he finds himself blinking back tears at the praise. “You can do it, I know you can.”
Noah nods frantically, a blissful smile on his face. “Joll—look at me.”
Jolly’s eyes snap up to his face immediately. “Can I?”
He knows what he’s asking and he’s barely got the yes out of his mouth before Jolly’s coming inside of him, yanking his hips down, holding him still. He curls himself over Noah, wedging himself into his space to kiss him. Noah smiles into it, petting his fingers through his hair. If either Nicholas or Nick hear him whisper a thank you against Jolly’s mouth before he pulls out and shifts over on the bed beside him, they don’t mention it.
Nicholas sits up, leaning over him with a serious expression on his face. “Our turn.”
Somehow, Noah finds it in himself to move how Nicholas and Nick want him; they take their time stripping out of their clothes and then get Noah over on his hands and knees, Nick kneeling behind him, Nicholas in front of him. Noah looks up at him with wide, glassy eyes. He can feel Nick running his fingers over the ink on his back, tracing the lines. He leans down and presses a kiss to Noah’s shoulder blade, and Noah shudders.
Nicholas leans down and grasps his face in his hands, kissing him until Noah’s moaning against his mouth. He finally has to pull away, dizzy for air, and he presses back into Nick, “What are you waiting for?”
“Sorry, it’s just—” He sounds a little flustered and Noah looks back over his shoulder. He’s staring down between his legs. “I don’t think I’m gonna need any more lube, is all.”
Noah blushes hotly. He could already feel Jolly’s come leaking out of him in this position, and he thinks about what that must be like for Nick to see that. “Then don’t. You can fuck me like this, it’s okay.”
He turns his attention back to Nicholas, but out of the corner of his eye he sees Jolly moving and he can hear him whispering quietly to Nick. A few moments later he feels it when Nick guides his cock inside him. He might not be able to see it, but he’s imagining that Jolly’s doing it for him. Closing his eyes, he presses his face into Nicholas’ hip, lets him pet his fingers into his hair while he adjusts.
“Hey, look at me for a sec, Noah,” Nicholas says once Nick’s hips are flush against him and Noah’s struggling to stay still and not rock back against him. “You can come whenever you want to, okay?”
Noah nods and leans back a little, wrapping a hand around the base of Nicholas’ cock. He tilts his head and drags his lips up and then down, just to feel him twitch in his hand. Nick starts moving and Noah draws in a breath, taking Nicholas in his mouth as far as he can. He relaxes between them, feeling one of them hook a hand over his shoulder while the other gently cradles the back of his head. He lets his eyes flutter closed. The glide of Nicholas’ cock over his tongue, the feeling of Nick’s sharp, quick thrusts, it’s everything he could want right now.
They work him back and forth, their rhythm syncing up in an all too familiar way even though it’s never been like this before. Every time Nick’s hips snap into his, it pushes him further down on Nicholas’ cock. And then he pulls him back and does it all over again.
He feels Jolly close to him again, and then he’s reaching down and curling his fingers around Noah’s cock. “You look so good like this,” he says and Noah hums around Nicholas. “So good, we’re all so proud of you.”
It’s too much and not enough, and Noah lets out a stifled noise as he comes all over Jolly’s hand and the sheets. Behind him, Nick gasps through his own orgasm, fingers digging in to marks that Jolly had left behind. Noah pulls off of Nicholas, gasping for air. He starts to reach for him again, but he doesn’t let him. Nick shifts back, pulling out slowly and he moves out of the way so he’s next to Jolly.
“Turn around for me, Noah?” Nicholas asks instead.
Uncaring of the mess already on the sheets, Noah does as he’s asked and turns around, flopping down on his stomach. He’s exhausted and wrung out but he wants to give this to Nicholas. He feels Nick and Jolly watching them as Nicholas lifts his hips and slides in easily, and Noah’s breath stutters in his chest as his hips roll into his, slow and deep. Nicholas curls himself over him, lips brushing softly over his cheek. He tangles his fingers with Noah’s on one hand, and the others touch Noah’s bottom lip. He instantly pulls them into his mouth, and he feels Nicholas smile.
“There’s my sweet boy,” he says, and Noah feels warm all over. “You’re so fucking good to all of us…”
Nicholas trails off, pressing his face into the back of Noah’s neck, over the newest tattoo. All Noah can do is squeeze the hand he’s holding onto, quiet muffled moans escaping around Nicholas’ fingers. It doesn’t take long for his thrusts to turn sloppy before he finally goes still against him. He presses his face into Noah’s shoulder, and he can feel his heart thudding against his back.
Noah’s a mess when he finally pulls out; covered in sweat, come, probably his own spit and tears, he just lays there trying to remember how to breathe. He’s half hard again but too tired to do anything about it. He can hear the quiet murmurs of Jolly and Nick talking, and feel the soothing touch of Nicholas carding his fingers through Noah’s hair. The bed shifts, and when he looks up through his hair, he sees Nick and Jolly leaving the room.
“They’re gonna use the guest shower,” Nicholas explains. “I’m gonna go start ours and then I’ll be back to help you up, okay?”
“I can walk, Nicky,” he promises, his voice muffled by the sheets.
Nicholas chuckles, patting his shoulder. “Sure baby, you tell yourself that.”
Noah makes a face, but he begins to doubt if his legs are gonna work when he tries to stand up. Eventually, Nicholas comes back and helps him up. He’s a little wobbly, and Nicholas doesn’t tell him I told you so like he obviously wanted to.
“Is this what you wanted for your birthday?” he asks once he’s got Noah beneath the hot spray, scrubbing a soaped up loufa over his skin.
everyone deserves the flames ( jolly karlsson x nick folio )
pairing: nick folio x jolly karlsson
cw: 18+ MDNI ⚠️ marking/biting (some mentions of blood), daddy kink, praise kink, body worship, kink negotiations, bondage, masturbation, a little bit of spanking, a little bit of hair pulling, rimming, anal sex, come marking. i suppose a warning for nick folio’s back could be a thing…
word count: 4k
author's notes: this is just purely self indulgent. title comes from "champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends" by fall out boy. divider by @strangergraphics 🩷
Never let it be said that Jolly isn’t a saint sometimes. Because Bryan has given him a stack of old proofs to look through while going through boxes of stuff, and the one on top happens to be one of Nick. It’s something from before they were dating, he doesn’t think the timeline is really important as he’s too distracted by the photograph itself. Nick being shirtless on stage was never a new concept, and he’d seen pictures before. He once had to keep him in that part of his brain marked ‘friend’ so he never really looked at them like he is right now.
It’s not a view he ever gets from his place on the stage. But it’s captivating; he can see the way Nick’s muscles are moving beneath his skin as he plays, head dipped down. Bryan had even captured the shine of the sweat that had clung to Nick’s back, droplets rolling down his spine towards his waistband. It almost feels wrong to think of how Nick has grown up and filled out since then, but he can see it. Jolly can’t seem to look away. If Nick is weak for his hands, then this is the part of Nick that Jolly is weak for.
“You know that paper isn’t waterproof, right?”
Bryan’s voice cuts through Jolly’s thoughts and he blinks up at him, a little dazed, “What?”
“I’m just saying, I can’t tell whether you’re gonna drool on it or jerk off over it. Give it back.”
Jolly makes a face at him and he shuffles the pile of pictures to a shot of Nicholas backstage before finally handing them over. “I wasn’t gonna—it’s a good shot, is all.”
It sounds lame, even to his own ears. And he shouldn’t even be this affected by something like this because he sees Nick’s back all the time; when he’s out in the garage working on his bike and wants Jolly to keep him company, when he’s mowing the lawn and he’s got his shirt tucked into the back pocket of his shorts. When he’s got him bent over—
Okay, maybe Jolly isn’t a saint at all.
Bryan whacks him with the photos. “Stop it. Seriously, if you’re gonna lust after your boyfriend, do it on your own time! Do not get a boner on my sofa.”
A few hours of Bryan distracting him is probably exactly what he needs, and once he’s helped get a few more boxes organized he’s able to go home. Nick’s out for a few hours, and Jolly takes advantage of the empty house. He takes a long hot shower and then puts on a pair of sweats before he makes a mug of tea and then grabs the book he’s been reading. But the pages don’t hold his attention like he hoped they would. Maybe it would be different if he were thinking about the music they would soon begin recording, but that isn’t where his mind is at.
Jolly would be annoyed with himself, but he’s allowed to lust after his boyfriend if he wants to. And if Nick were here, he’d want to know all about these thoughts that Jolly’s having, and he’d be encouraging him to act on them. Jolly almost grabs his phone and texts him to come home, but decides against it. Instead he puts aside his book and palms himself over the top of his sweatpants. Slowly at first, and then more insistently as he starts to get hard. He’s not in any rush but he can feel frissions of heat crawling up his spine.
Slouching lower in the chair, he pushes his sweats down his thighs, spitting into his palm before wrapping his fingers around his cock and giving himself a few rough strokes. When he closes his eyes, he sees Nick behind his lids, clear as day as if he were in the room with him right now. Letting out a quiet moan, he slows down a little, twisting his wrist at the end of each stroke. Everything playing out behind his eyelids makes his entire body hot all over, and he knows that this isn't going to last long. But no one is here to judge how embarrassingly close he is to coming. He jerks himself off faster, imagining that it was Nick's hand instead. Maybe even his mouth. The image of tying him down to their bed and marking him up, coming all over Nick's back, that's what pushes him over the edge.
He’s barely got his breath back when his phone rings on the arm of the chair. The ringtone is Nick’s and he doesn’t even bother to disguise what he was doing as he manages to pull up his sweatpants and answer this call.
“I see you’re having fun without me?” Nick asks by way of greeting. Jolly wipes his hand on the leg of his pants. “What’s got you all worked up that I’m not there to take care of, honey?”
Jolly can hear that he’s obviously driving and talking through his truck’s bluetooth, and it makes him hope that he’ll be home soon. “Just thinking about you.”
Nick’s laugh filters through the phone, “Oh yeah? You got plans for me, daddy?”
“You better be alone in that truck, Nick.”
“You’re the one answering the phone all out of breath and shit,” Nick says. “But I am, yeah. Do we need anything before I come home? I should be there in like an hour.”
Jolly thinks about the half formed idea he’d had just a little while ago, and he’s still thinking about that damn picture. It gives him an even bigger idea, one that he knows Nick will be all for once he explains it to him.
“Rope.”
Through the phone, Jolly can hear Nick’s quick intake of breath and he wishes he could see whatever look is on his face right now just hearing that one request. “Okay, yeah.”
Nick hasn’t met one of Jolly’s kinks that he hasn’t liked yet.
He doesn’t just jump Nick as soon as he gets home, as tempting as it is. He’d thought for a brief second that Nick would be a smart ass and go to the hardware store for rope but he actually comes in with a black bag from a local high end sex shop, and Jolly already knows there’s more than just rope in there. He’s whistling as he puts the bag on the kitchen counter, and Jolly is stupidly in love with this man.
Nick comes over to where Jolly’s sitting and drops down into his lap. The bill of his hat bumps against Jolly’s forehead when he tries to kiss him, and he laughs before turning it backwards so he can lean in to press his lips to his. Jolly hooks a finger beneath the chain around his neck, keeping him close. His other hand slides beneath Nick’s jacket and his t-shirt, to press against the warm skin of his lower back. Nick immediately presses closer to him.
“So,” he drapes his arms over Jolly’s shoulders. “How did you get from helping Bryan to me bringing home some admittedly expensive jute rope?”
“It’s your fault, you know?”
Nick gives him an incredulous look while trying not to laugh, “My fault? Pretty sure you were the one here jerking off without me while I was out. Please tell me how this is all my fault, Joakim.”
He’s shrugging out of his jacket while talking, not even bothering to get up off of Jolly’s lap as he leans back to toss it on the sofa. Jolly has to grab onto his waist to keep him from falling. His eyes immediately go to where Nick’s shirt has ridden up, and he digs his fingers into the exposed skin.
“You know how you’ve got a thing for my hands?” he asks.
Nick nods as he reaches down to bring up one of Jolly’s hands, lacing their fingers together. “I’m well aware of my obsession, yeah.”
“I was going through some pictures at Bryan’s and well, there was this picture of you, from behind your kit and you were playing shirtless and I just kept staring at your back—”
“And Bryan had to get out the hose because you were drooling over his prints?”
Jolly rolls his eyes at him. “He took them away because apparently the paper isn’t waterproof, but that’s irrelevant. But I did get an idea, if you’re into it.”
“If it’s you, I’m always into it, Jolls,” Nick murmurs, leaning in to brush his nose along Jolly’s. “Tell me your idea.”
Sliding his hands back up under Nick’s shirt again, Jolly tugs him closer. “I want to mark you. Not anything permanent or dangerous, but I want to tie you down to the bed and mark up this lovely back of yours until you’re begging me to touch you literally anywhere else.”
He can see how his words affect Nick; the way his eyes darken and the way his lips part in surprise at Jolly’s answer. He didn’t seem to be expecting that. Jolly can’t resist the urge to lean up and kiss him again, catching his bottom lip between his teeth and nipping gently. Nick moans and tries to chase Jolly’s mouth when he pulls away.
“So that’s a yes, then?” Jolly asks.
Nick gives him a look before dragging himself out of Jolly’s lap. As he backs away from him, he starts stripping out of his clothes, leaving them in a pile as he goes. He makes a stop in the kitchen to grab the bag from the counter, before making his way down the hall to their bedroom, naked.
“Well?” he glances back over his shoulder. “Are you coming, or was that all talk?”
Jolly’s gonna tie him down to that bed and never let him up again.
He gets up and follows him, finding Nick rifling through the bag and pulling out the rope that he bought. It’s a deep forest green, which is probably the most unsurprising thing to him. He gazes at Nick greedily as he undoes the packaging, winds some of it around his wrist and tugs on it a little as if he’s trying to get a feel for it. Jolly’s pretty sure he’s gawking at the way it looks against his skin, especially when Nick snaps his fingers in front of his face to get his attention again.
“This was your idea, honey, start telling me more about it,” he suggests, pulling the rope from around his wrist and passing it to Jolly. “Where do you want me?”
Jolly clenches the rope in his fist so hard his knuckles turn white. Reaching out he gently grasps Nick’s cheeks between his fingers and kisses him, slow and a little dirty. Nick moans against his mouth, whining when he pulls back before it can become anything more.
“Get on the bed, on your stomach. Put your arms out towards the headboard.”
Nick does as he’s told, and when Jolly picks up the bag he finds the safety shears that are needed for the rope inside. He doesn’t bother to look at anything else, setting it aside as he walks around the bed where Nick’s waiting for him. He’s really glad that he paid attention when Nick was teaching him how to tie knots, it comes in handy now as he winds a length of rope around one of Nick’s wrists, ties it off tight enough to keep him in place and then wraps the opposite end around the headboard.
“Is this comfortable?” he asks, and Nick nods, turning his head to the opposite side so he can watch as Jolly comes around to tie his other wrist.
He doesn’t bind his ankles, and after he’s done with his wrists, he stands back and stares for more than a few minutes. The rope suits him perfectly, and Jolly’s eyes trail down his shoulders and back, and up again. Nick, to his credit, stays perfectly still. He keeps his head turned to the side but doesn’t so much as twitch. Not at first. But eventually, he does twitch. His shoulders flex, he turns his head the other way. He doesn’t complain though.
Jolly finally moves, tapping the back of one of Nick’s legs and watching as he wordlessly opens them so Jolly can kneel between them. He reaches up, lightly running his fingers up and down Nick’s spine, watching in fascination as goosebumps break out all over his skin. Up by the headboard, Nick’s hands clench into fists, and Jolly lets out a little chuckle.
“Aw pretty, I haven’t even done anything yet.”
Nick huffs out a laugh, “Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of.”
“Afraid?” Jolly curls his body down over his, blanketing him completely. He can feel the way Nick’s breath hitches in his chest and he tries to squirm beneath him but can’t get very far. If he wanted to get out of the ropes, all he’d have to do was pull hard enough. The safety shears were right on the nightstand in reach for both of them. “I’m not gonna scare you. I’m going to make you lose your fucking mind.”
“Same thing,” Nick says, his voice coming out on a moan as Jolly presses a soft kiss to his shoulder. “I’m okay with that, by the way.”
Jolly knew he would be. He moves a little further up to the expanse of Nick’s throat on the side where there isn’t a tattoo, and he sinks his teeth in, hard. He doesn’t let go right away, clenching his jaw until he feels Nick trembling beneath him, breath coming out in fast pants. When he lets go, there’s a perfect circular indentation of his teeth and Jolly can already guess it’s going to be a great bruise.
“Again.” Nick says.
“Patience.” Jolly leans back and slaps his ass. Nick’s whole body jerks and Jolly freezes. He’s never done that before. “Was that okay?”
Nick tries to turn his head so that Jolly can see his face. “Do it again.”
Raising his eyebrows, Jolly hits him again, a little harder than before. Once more and then two more times in rapid succession. Nick lets his head fall forward, pressing his face into the bedding to stifle the cry that falls from his mouth. Immediately, Jolly reaches up and slides his fingers into the longer part of Nick’s hair, pulling his head back up.
“Oh no, I want to hear every sound you’re gonna make.”
Nick lets out a choked noise and nods. Jolly lets his hand slide down to the top of Nick’s shoulder, dragging his nails down all the way to the curve of his ass. Once, and then again on the other side. He bends down and presses his mouth between Nick’s shoulder blades, listening to the way he gasps and whines. He tries to move beneath Jolly, but can’t get any kind of leverage or friction. Jolly digs his nails in harder, bites down a little more.
He leaves a trail of hickeys along the expanse of Nick’s back, ignoring the absolute feral urge to try and spell out his name and make Nick his in every way he can. Instead, he moves further down the bed and bites down on the fleshier part of his side, putting a hand to the middle of Nick’s back to keep him from thrashing around as he worries the skin between his teeth.
“Fucking fuck!” Nick shouts, and there’s an edge of pain in his voice that almost makes Jolly let go. Almost. “Any deeper there and it’s gonna be permanent.”
That’s a thought that Jolly files away for later, finally letting go and moving back up Nick’s body to kiss him. Nick leans up into it as much as he can, and the headboard creaks a little as he tugs at the ropes. Not enough to get free. Jolly is still dressed and he rocks his hips against Nick’s ass, knowing that the fabric of his sweats is rubbing against the reddened handprints on his skin.
“How are you feeling?” Jolly asks, and Nick lets out a laugh that sounds a little delirious.
“Like you’re not done with me yet.”
He isn’t wrong. Jolly kisses the bridge of his nose before moving back and picking back up where he left off; he leaves little stinging bites from the nape of Nick’s neck down to his ass, teeth sinking in a little harder wherever they can. Nick’s making all sorts of sounds above him, and Jolly gives his leg another tap.
“Up on your knees for me, pretty.”
Nick whines under his breath and shuffles up as best he can. His hands fist in the bedding below, head hanging down between his shoulders. Jolly can see how hard he is, but he doesn’t touch his cock. He brings a hand down swiftly on Nick’s ass, hitting the bite marks, scratches and previous handprints that litter his skin. He digs his fingers into his flesh with both hands, spreading him open. He licks over Nick's hole once, then again in broad, flat strokes. He can feel it when Nick whimpers and rocks back against his mouth impatiently. Jolly gradually presses his tongue in to open him up, and he hears Nick while his name desperately.
The noise he lets out when Jolly stops and lifts his head is obscene, “Why’d you stop?”
“I need to get the lube.”
Huffing out a breath, Nick somehow manages to get to the drawer of their nightstand. Jolly watches in amusement as he fishes the bottle out and throws it awkwardly in his direction, glad he’d decided to give a good amount of length on the rope. Nick resumes his position on the bed, this time dropping down onto his elbows so he can fists his hands in his own hair.
He lets his tongue dip back inside Nick again, fingers digging bruises into the backs of his thighs and his ass as he holds him open and presses in deeper. He wishes he had more hands so he could get his hands back on Nick's back, but this is just as good. He thinks about what Nick said about permanence with him biting him. He wouldn't mind sinking into Nick's skin and living there, letting himself be carried around on Nick's body like another tattoo.
Nick tugs at the ropes insistently, "Jolls, please, I need you to—daddy, c’mon—give me more than this.”
As much as Jolly would like to keep teasing him like this, so much saliva running down Nick’s thighs that he probably won’t need any more prep, he also needs to be inside of him. He shuffles up and pushes down his sweatpants, grabbing the lube to slick up his cock. Nick is slowly rocking back and forth in front of him, and Jolly can see hints of abrasion marks on his wrists. He plants a hand in the middle of Nick’s back, sliding it up until he can get a grip on the back of his neck.
He takes his time working himself into Nick, letting him feel it. He sees Nick’s hands move and he twists his fingers into the rope, holding on tight. When Jolly finally sinks home, he chokes out a sobbing moan, and Jolly has to press his forehead into the top of Nick’s spine and just breathe.
“There’s my good boy,” he murmurs into the skin and Nick shakes beneath him. “Are you ready?”
“I—yeah,” Nick nods rapidly.
"Can I move?" Jolly asks.
"If you don't, when I get out of these ropes you're gonna be sorry."
He rocks his hips back into Jolly as if he could take him deeper somehow. Jolly doesn't have it in him to remind him that he could get out of the ropes easily if he wanted to. Instead he leans back and thrusts, slow and deep, wrenching every sound he can out of Nick's chest. He brings his hand around to cup Nick's throat, fingers slipping against sweaty skin as he grabs onto his hip with his other hand, trying to get deeper, pull him closer.
“Can I touch myself?” Nick asks.
Jolly hums, nipping at his shoulder. “I don’t know, can you?”
"Oh fuck you," Nick mutters, but manages to get one hand free with no problems. He makes an incomprehensible noise when he gets his hand on his cock. "Joakim, I need—”
“I know pretty, I know. I’ll make it good for you.”
“You always do,” Nick manages, pressing the back of his head into Jolly’s chest.
He knows exactly what Nick needs without him needing to say. He snaps his hips into his harder, faster, and his vision goes a little blurry with the way that Nick clenches around his cock and he practically wails. Jolly bites down on his neck again, harder this time and feels the skin break. He tastes Nick's blood on his tongue at the same time that Nick comes all over his fist. He pulses around Jolly, and that's enough to push him over the edge. He pulls out, just enough to come all over Nick’s lower back and ass. His cock slides through the mess and Nick gasps for air, reaching back to wrap a hand around Jolly’s hip, keeping him close.
"Are you okay?" Jolly asks finally, voice coming out ragged. He touches the bite mark on Nick's shoulder lightly, skimming the edges. Nick hisses out a breath but stays still. "This looks like it hurts."
Nick laughs a little, "It all hurts. I’m okay though."
"Hold still for me," Jolly murmurs, licking over the bite mark and tasting blood and sweat mingled together. Nick twitches but lets him do it. "Don't move, okay?"
Nodding, Nick watches him as he tugs up his sweatpants that he never actually got off and moves off the bed. He uses the safety scissors to cut Nick's other wrist free, and gently gives him a push so that he'll lay back on his stomach. The first thing he does is check Nick’s wrists, which while they are reddened from the rope there isn’t any blood. He knows that the bite mark on his shoulder is probably the worst of it all.
But Nick’s back is a mess of scratches, bites and hickeys; he looks well and truly mauled and it’s obvious some of it’s going to be bruised in a few hours. Jolly ignores that caveman part of his brain that’s proud of marking him up like that and instead cleans him up as best he can before pulling him off of the bed and into the bathroom.
“Jesus,” Jolly mutters the next morning when he gets a good look at Nick’s back. He finds him in the kitchen messing with the coffee maker, and all he’s wearing is a pair of basketball shorts that hang low on his hips. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
Nick glances at him as he approaches and leans against the counter beside him, and Jolly can tell he wants to roll his eyes at him. “Did you hear me use my safeword at any time last night, Joakim?”
He knows Nick has a point. If he were really hurting him in a way that he didn’t want, he would have said something. This is a newer part of their relationship, and it makes him nervous when he gets rougher with Nick, but he also knows that he has to trust Nick to know his limits. Despite the fact that he looks like he was thoroughly worked over, the bite mark on his shoulder the most prominent out of everything, he also looks happy. Jolly can’t argue with that.
“You need a new safeword, by the way.” he says instead. “Because one of these days you’re gonna say you wanna ride me like your Harley and that just isn’t gonna work.”
Nick scoffs and laughs. “How do you know it’s not going to be you asking to ride me like my Harley?”
Jolly just stares at him, and Nick stares back smugly.
what do the Riptide Boys™️ (and Matt and his lady) do for Halloween 🎃 👻🕸🖤
anon I hope you are having the most wonderful day, and just know this the question I have been hoping for! it got a little long, but here you go <3
🎃 Halloween in the Riptide Verse 🎃
Under the cut for length, nothing too smutty going on here but there is some suggestive things! covers Folio/Jolly, Nicholas/Noah and Matt/Zephyr (thank you for asking about them no one ever does!)
Noah kinda isn't a fan of Halloween or his birthday really, but Nicholas always makes him pick one to do something for, because he knows that Noah deserves nice things and who is Noah to argue with him. Plus, Nicholas loves Halloween. He's decorating the house, he's dressing up the cats. And really that's all Noah needs. They'll watch a few scary movies together, pass out candy to the trick or treaters who stop by. Nicholas melts more than once when Noah compliments the kids on their costumes. He might pout about it, but he's walking around with an ugly Halloween sweater on too. Nicholas pretends he doesn't take about six million pictures of him in it, but Noah saw him.
Jolly and Folio are kind of out of the way now living in at the Hideaway, so they're not getting trick or treaters, which bums them both out a little. But, there's activities to do in town and Folio gets excited. They don't dress up or anything but they do spend the night hanging out in the corn maze and walking through the streets to look at all of the Halloween decorations (they like to walk around together it's their second favorite couples activity). And when they get home, Folio decides that he's going to take lights and set them up along one of the more familiar trails to them, and he leaves a note for Jolly to come and find him…if Jolly happens to put on his stage gear before tracking him down well…that's another story.
Matt and Zephyr are still kinda new to the whole holidays together thing. But for some reason, the idea of doing Halloween together for the first time is just fun for them both. Somehow Zephyr convinces Matt to dress up (man goes full on Lord of the Rings costume of course) and they decorate the house and pass out candy to the neighborhood kids. And when it's their second Halloween together they participate in the neighborhood haunted house (only so Matt can scare the neighbors who bug him - he needs some joy in his life) and then spend the rest of the night hanging out at home together, sharing a bucket of candy they won in the costume contest (a friend made them into zombies for the haunted house and they won first prize)
hiiii bb 💕 I want to hear about what the riptide boys favourite date night would look like <3
Lexiiiii I am smooching you on the forehead rn 😚💕 while I have a very special date night fic coming at some point, this is what one of their date nights might look like!
beneath the cut for length and obv mentions nsfw stuff too!
I included both Jolly and Folio, and Noah and Nicholas in this! ✨️
On tour-
Jolly and Folio: if they're touring, they'll either grab a few drinks at a bar (Jolly absolutely kicks Folio's ass at pool and he likes it. If Folio'sa little buzzed, he might lure Jolly into the bathroom for a quickie) or they'll order room service and curl up in bed together. Sometimes, they'll just walk around the streets late at night, just enjoying each other's company. Most of their adrenaline goes into shows while they're on the road, so they keep it pretty low-key.
Nicholas and Noah: they do all sorts of things; go to the movies, find the most random dive diners for dinner. Nicholas will absolutely drag Noah into a mosh pit at some local show. They're also big on room service and hiding out in their room, too. Special date nights for them are few and far between on the road, but Nicholas will find a way to spoil his boy.
At home-
Jolly and Folio: Folio is utterly spoiled by Jolly when it comes to cooking, but on special date nights he'll take to the kitchen himself recreating some of Jolly’s favorite meals. Since they travel so much a lot of their dates are spent around the Hideaway, or they'll just get on Nick’s bike and drive around.
Noah and Nicholas: Noah will absolutely drag Nicholas out on date night. They've managed to have a standing night where they just go out and dance, or drive up where they first got together and have a picnic (or fuck around in the car, it *is* a makeout spot after all and Noah's always happy to see what sounds he can make echo through the hills)
Noah finds Nicholas curled up in the overstuffed bean back chair in the back of the studio. He looks like he could be sleeping, head tucked into the crook of his arm and hood pulled up. But Noah can see the phone propped up in his lap, and the edge of his headphones peeking out of his hood. He leans in the doorway, just watching him for a while. A part of him wants to see how long it takes for Nicholas to realize he's there, but he also just likes staring at him.
Finally, Nicholas moves, and when he sits up a little straighter he sees Noah and gives him a soft smile as he pulls off his headphones. "Hey stalker."
"How many times are you gonna listen to that before we even put it out?" Noah comes further into the room, sitting down on the floor by him. "You keep looping it and you're gonna start to hate it."
"Not possible. It's just…it sounds like something is ripping your heart out of your chest."
Noah knows that he means that in a positive way, mostly. Reaching out, he wraps a hand around Nicholas' wrist and tugs until Nicholas can put his hand on Noah's chest.
"Don't worry, it's still right there where you left it."
This draws a surprised laugh out of Nicholas, "Oh my god, okay. Get up here with me."
It takes some rearranging, and Noah doesn't entirely fit with his legs dangling over the side of the beanbag while Nicholas sprawls across his chest, but it works for them. Noah cards his fingers through Nicholas' hair, runs his thumb over the stitches in Nicholas' ear.
"Don't fall asleep here," Noah warns. "We're supposed to be meeting Folio and Jolly for dinner in like an hour."
Nicholas hums, closing his eyes. "I can't believe they finally got engaged."
"I can't believe that Davis was so fucking close to the date he won the bet"
"Oh, poor baby," Nicholas laughs, and snatches up Noah's wrist before he can tickle him in retaliation.
Noah doesn't need to say that he's thought about it more than once, asking Nicholas to marry him. They've already been so much to each other over the years. There's never a right time or a perfect time for these sorts of things, not with the band about to be busier than ever, but he still thinks about it, waking up one morning and calling Nicholas his husband.
"What are you thinking about?"
Noah tries not to look guilty, instead changing tactic. "Just thinking about kissing you."
"So the usual then?" Nicholas pushes himself up and presses his lips to Noah's and Noah welcomes him eagerly, hands cupping his jaw. He sighs when Nicholas pulls back a little, only to smile when he kisses the tip of his nose. "Can't get distracted, remember?"
"I never said we couldn't get distracted, I said you couldn't sleep."
With a little bit of a huff, Nicholas fishes his phone out from where it got lost under Noah's hip and he sets an alarm on his phone for thirty minutes from now.
"There."
"What's that for?"
"I want you to kiss me until that alarm goes off, and then we'll leave."
Noah feels his face flush at the idea, but he tugs Nicholas closer, helping him twist around until he's straddling Noah's hips. They kiss and keep kissing until they're out of breath. Noah pulls back slightly but lost any air left in him when Nicholas nibbles on his bottom lip gently. Despite the impending alarm, there's no urgency.
Nicholas wraps his arms around Noah's neck, hands sliding up into his hair as he tips his head back further into the chair. Noah makes a desperate sound against his mouth, but doesn't do much more than slide his hands up beneath Nicholas' hoodie to get his hands on the warm skin beneath as each kiss is deeper than the last.
The merry chime from Nicholas phone bursts through their silent bubble too soon, and Noah pulls back with a breathless laugh as Nicholas scrambles to turn the alarm off. When he looks back at Noah, he's got the same bashful smile on his face that Noah's sure he has on his.
"Dinner, then home?"
Nicholas stands and reaches out a hand to help pull Noah up. "Sounds good, sunshine."
but i want to spend all of my tomorrows with you ( jolly karlsson x nick folio )
pairing: jolly karlsson x nick folio
cw: soft boys, mentions of recreational drug use, anniversaries, making out, mentions to sexual stuff from the very first fic but nothing outright explicit, seriously this is just self indulgent tooth rotting fluff for me.
word count: 1.3k
author's note: happy 9 months to the fic verse that has utterly consumed my soul! i thought i'd get a soft little something out for these two. thank you so much to everyone who has read, commented and followed along with this verse, it wouldn't have gotten this far without people liking it so much! title comes from "deep blue love" by patrick stump, divider by @bernardsbendystraws.
Jolly knows most people like to celebrate anniversaries by years, but it’s been nine months with Nick and he wants to do something. The weather has finally started to stay consistently nice, and he makes a call to Rosa while Nick’s in the shower. The Hideaway is empty and available for the weekend, and she lets him take it without question. The band still has enough down time that he can steal Nick away for a few days.
The man in question comes out of the bathroom eventually, towel slung low around his hips and whistling to himself. They’re supposed to be going over to Noah and Nicholas’ for dinner, and Jolly decides that he’s going to wait until after to surprise him with the trip. He almost thinks of using the trip as his proposal but not yet. He wants to ask him more than anything, but he also wants to wait a little bit longer. Nick is already his, putting a ring on his finger doesn’t change much about that right now.
Besides, he still has to tell Nicholas and Noah that he’s going to propose at some point. He’s already talked to his family, to Nick’s family. He had their blessing. But getting the okay from his band, from his friends, it means something else to him. It’s not as if he’s expecting them to say no or anything. It’s not as if the ring box isn’t burning a hole in a shoe box in his side of the closet up high where he doesn’t think Nick would look.
He waits until Nick and Davis disappear outside to smoke at Noah and Nicholas’ to finally tell them his plan. They both just stare at him for a minute, and there’s a brief second where he thinks they will say that he shouldn’t. But then Noah’s smiling widely and yanking him into a hug, one that Nicholas immediately joins and Jolly doesn’t know what he was worried about.
“Do you have, like a…exact date of when you plan to propose? Rough estimate?” Matt asks after he’s hugged him as well. Zephyr rolls her eyes and elbows him.
“Why, do you have another bet going that you’re going to lose again?” Noah asks.
“Hey, it is not my fault it took them so long to get their shit together!”
This time Nicholas elbows him as Davis and Nick come back inside, and the four of them have to look as if they weren’t talking about Jolly’s imminent proposal plans. It helps that Nick is half baked when he drops down on the sofa beside him. Matt swiftly changes the subject to upcoming shows.
By the time they’re ready to leave, Jolly decides to finally tell Nick they’re only going home long enough to pack. He seems confused at first, especially when Jolly won’t tell him where they’re going right away. The drive is only two hours and it’ll be late when they get there. It becomes obvious once they’re nearly there, and out of the corner of his eye, he can see the pleased smile on Nick’s face as he watches the scenery becoming more and more familiar to him.
“What’s the occasion?” he asks as Jolly turns the car into the driveway.
“Well you see, nine months ago I tagged along with you up here,” he parks the car and turns off the engine, turning to look at Nick. “Probably the best decision I’ve ever made.”
It takes Nick a minute to answer him, the smile on his face widening as he looks from the house to Jolly and back again. “Goddamn romantic asshole.”
“Yeah pretty, I love you too. Get out of the car.”
All they really do is drop their stuff in the foyer and then crawl into bed. Nick immediately wraps himself around Jolly, leaving no space between the two of them. He wouldn’t have it any other way. He presses a kiss to the top of his head and closes his eyes.
In the morning, he wakes up before Nick and somehow manages to extract himself from his grasp. When he goes downstairs, he finds that Rosa had stocked the fridge for the weekend before they got here. He sends her a quick thank you text and starts making breakfast. It doesn’t surprise him that Nick makes his way down to the kitchen once he smells food cooking. He shuffles in and wraps his arms around Jolly’s middle, pressing his forehead into his back.
“Are you interested in just becoming my live-in chef who I occasionally repay with sexual favors?”
“Isn’t that what I am already?” Jolly laughs as Nick reaches around him and tries to snatch a piece of bacon off of the plate next to the stove. “Ah, no it’s not done yet! Get some coffee and sit down.”
Nick does as he’s told, pouring himself a cup of coffee and sitting down at the counter. Jolly can feel him watching him the whole time he’s finishing making the food, but he refuses to give in and look his way. Soon, he’s sliding a plate of bacon and french toast across the counter to him, sitting down next to him with his own plate.
“So I’ve got something to tell you, and you’re not gonna like it,” he says regretfully. Nick gives him a worried look. “I didn’t pack any of your fishing stuff.”
“Then I guess you're going to have to work really hard to entertain me this weekend.”
“Oh I sure will,” Jolly nods. “Starting with a hike after breakfast, so eat up.”
Nick’s face falls and he pouts, stabbing a piece of french toast with his fork. Laughing, Jolly kisses the side of his face before turning to his food.
After they finish eating, they head out to explore the many trails that they’ve become familiar with over the times that they’ve come out here. If it were warmer, they would have gone swimming in the creek, but it’s still the early days of spring. They spend half the day out on the trails before finally giving up and making their way back to the cabin. Instead of heading inside, Jolly pulls Nick over to the chairs surrounding the firepit. He sits down and tugs him down onto his lap.
Nick lets out a delighted laugh, bracing his hands on Jolly’s shoulders to keep his balance as he sinks further into the seat. “What are you up to now?”
“I thought I was supposed to be keeping you entertained. So I thought I’d get you to make out with me a little bit.”
Humming, Nick leans down and presses his lips to Jolly’s easily. Jolly can’t help but think about the first time he and Nick were out here, the way everything had come to a head between the two of them. The noises that Nick had made for him. It’s easy to remember how he’d looked, touching himself in the very chair that Jolly’s sitting in now, kissing Nick soft and in no rush now. His hands slide up beneath the back of Nick’s jacket, feeling around until he gets to the warm skin beneath his shirt.
Nick's hands come up to cup Jolly's face as he parts his lips with his tongue. He pulls back to kiss Jolly's bottom lip and then the top, lightly enough to take Jolly's breath away. He catches a glimpse of Nick's dimples as he smiles into the next kiss. Even after he starts to feel lightheaded, lips numb and clumsy, he doesn't stop, keeping Nick as close as possible. His teeth catch on Nick's bottom lip and he sucks it into his mouth, sure there's going to be a bruise later.
Eventually, Nick’s hands push against Jolly’s chest to back up a little. Both of them are breathing heavily, and Nick grins down at him. “So, what does making out get me for lunch?”
Rolling his eyes, Jolly slaps him on the ass. “Who’s the romantic now?”
“Hey,” Nick gives him a suddenly serious look, leaning his forehead into Jolly’s. “I’m glad you brought me here. Best nine months of my life.”
He pulls Jolly up into another kiss.
Soon, Jolly thinks. He’s going to ask him to marry him soon.
