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Title: The One With The Writer’s Block
Author:
Pairing: TimberNick
Part: 1/1
Series: The One Series
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is false. For entertainment purpose only!
Warning: Slash warning

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 He looked at the blank screen, a sense of doom hovering over him. Never once had he gone through a writer’s block as tedious and excruciatingly painful as the one he was currently experiencing. There had been times where he’d finished a piece and hadn’t wanted to look at his computer for days. Maybe once, weeks. But it was always a mixture of stress due to the relief of finally being done a piece he’d poured his heart and soul into for so long, and anxiety as to how his work would be interpreted by those who read it. So once he would finish, he would take a week or so and just live again. When the ‘bug’ would hit him and an idea would right out and smack him in the face, nothing mattered except the story. The characters, the plot and the story which would play itself out in his mind twenty four hours a day. Seven days a week. Any extra curricular activities would be put on hold, and every waking moment that wasn’t dedicated to his actual paying job, would be spent hovering over his PC, struggling to capture every last word his mind screamed out at him.

 Of course, he would be doing something mundane, anything where he didn’t have to think too much about anything else and an idea would come out of nowhere, sparking another piece. Sometimes they were short stories, sometimes long stories. But that one idea, whether it be a visual, a sound, or just a feeling he experienced, would spark a new story, which would inevitably spark a new story after that, and bring forth another round of endless pieces, keeping his creative juices flowing.

 And so when he finished his last story, he assumed that the process would start again. He would take a bit of time off before starting to write again.

 Except it didn’t happen that way. He hadn’t started writing again the next week.
 Or the week after that.

 Or the month after that.

 And now, here he was, over eight months later, trying to regain his creative mind. Trying to spark his muses into providing him with anything, at least a nugget of idea to go forward with. To write anything.

 Nick sighed in frustration and banged his forehead on the keyboard in front of him. Nothing was working.

 "You’re going to hurt yourself," a voice said from behind him. Nick could hear him fight to keep the amusement out of his voice. "And then how are we going to explain little square bruises on your forehead?"

 "Fuck off," Nick responded without lifting his head from the keyboard. He felt his shoulders tense and annoyance prick at the back of his mind.

 The person didn’t move, didn’t speak and Nick could only hear his soft breathing. He sighed and shook his head which was still resting on the keyboard. In seconds, a chair was brought next to his chair. Seconds later, the owner of the voice sat beside him. Nick lifted his head to look into the eyes of his best friend.

 "J, this is killing me. I ...what if I never write again?" The frustration that he’d been feeling was slowly turning into panic.

 Nick and Justin had known each other for years, meeting in residence at college before deciding to move out together. While Nick was admittedly bisexual, it had taken Justin a little while longer to come to grips with his sexuality. Although he’d always questioned it in high school, it wasn’t until he had been introduced to Nick and his accepting lifestyle that Justin was afforded the opportunity to explore. Although he hadn’t done his exploration with Nick, eventually Justin found that while he was attracted to women, he was equally as attracted to men, which Nick had helped him come to grips with. Since then, they’d been inseparable, often each other’s solace and strength when things got rough.

 Justin put an arm around Nick’s shoulders and pulled the blonde in close. "You know that’s not going to happen. You’ve been really stressed out with work, and everything with Lance not working out. The last six months have really taken a lot out of you."

 Nick nodded, knowing the truth in Justin’s statement. He’d been under a lot of pressure, both at work and with his now defunct relationship, and often times, when he would come home, where normally he would spend the time writing, he would often either read, or just do something else to take his mind off of things. His muse had taken leave quite a while ago, without any note of when it might be back.

 "I used to be able to write to relieve the stress. Now the writing is causing the stress."

 "Write what you know," Justin suggested softly. His fingers were stroking Nick’s arms gently, as if trying to soothe him with the contact. "Take everything that’s happened and write it. Get it all out of your head and maybe that will help."

 Nick frowned and wrinkled his forehead. He wasn’t sure it would work. "I don’t know."

 Justin smiled and rest his forehead on Nick’s shoulder as he stared at the blank computer screen before them. "Just try. For me. You can write it, but have everything that’s happened to you happen to one of your characters. I know there are still a lot of unresolved feelings with Lance.." Justin felt Nick tense at the mention of his ex-boyfriend. "So use that, write it out."

 "I guess." Nick sighed and closed his eyes, picturing the last time he’d seen Lance, how awkward and uncomfortable it had been. He thought about good times they’d shared, but also bad times. The feeling of despair at their failed relationship still had yet to diminish. There were still so many unanswered questions.

 "Or write about the job you wish you had. Write some super sappy, disgustingly happy story where the lead character gets everything that you want and..." Justin had to laugh at the expression on Nick’s face. The look of pure horror that he would write something so fluffy.

 "Please, you’ve mistaken me for..."

 "Don’t say a lower class writer," Justin argued with the shake of his head. "Lately, you’re not much of a writer at all, so even writing something that is clearly below your level will be an improvement."

 Nick felt anger rise and fought to lash out at his best friend. Justin was right, and Nick couldn’t really deny it.

 "Just write anything. I know what a perfectionist you are, and how fucking good you are. But sometimes we need to just let it go and write the fluff piece. That little item that will get the creative juices flowing. You’re out of practice."

 With a nod of his head, Nick agreed. Justin was right. "Give me a setting."

 Justin was familiar with this, Nick had done this often times before his writer’s block hit. He would ask for a setting, or a theme, sometimes even a mood and Nick would write something based on Justin’s suggestion. Instantly, a smile appeared on Justin’s face.

 "Kevin’s party."

 Nick frowned, trying to think back. "Kevin’s party? He has one every other week, J. Could you possibly make it a little less vague for me?"

 Justin snickered. "The one where we walked in to find Lance in the corner with AJ." There was a flicker of pain on Nick’s face and Justin held his breath before continuing. "But ...make it a revenge story. Kevin’s party, same setting as we walked in ... BUT ...what happens that’s different."

 Nick’s frown turned into a grin. He loved revenge scenarios. They were always so fun. "Okay."

 Justin stood up and ruffled Nick’s hair. He could see the look of excitement in Nick’s eyes now and knew that the wheels were turning. When he reached the doorway leading to the hall, he turned around. "You have two hours."

 "What?"

 "You have two hours. I ‘ll be back in two hours. Dinner should be done by then and it better be finished." Before Nick could say anything, Justin held up his hand. "You don’t have to let me read it, but it will be done when I come back in. Even if you are midway through a sentence, it’s done."

 Nick licked his lips and took a deep breath. He nodded his head slowly. "Deal."

 One hour and fifty minutes later Nick stopped and took a deep breath. Rather than write it in the first person, he wrote it in the third. As a story about a character named Nick who had been betrayed time and time again by the person he thought he’d loved. As Justin suggested, it started at the exact moment where he and Justin walked into Kevin’s party to see Lance curled up in a corner with his new boyfriend.

 The actual party had only taken place two weeks after their break up and Nick had, up until that point, expected some type of reconciliation. It was seeing Lance lick at AJ’s tonsils that let him know for sure that his expectation was a dream.

 Nick had been crushed.

 At the actual party, Nick and Justin had grabbed a twelve pack of beer and headed to the back patio, where Nick proceeded to get unbelievably drunk, silently reliving the harsh break up that had come as a complete surprise to him only two weeks earlier.

 In the story, rather than let Lance’s complete disregard of his feelings shatter the remainder of his heart, he let it liberate him. It was the final step he needed to fully move on. And Nick did that, with the most beautiful man in the room. Of course, Nick had missed most of the actual party and had sat in the back with Justin, ignoring everyone and everything around him, so he hadn’t really met anyone at Kevin’s house, but in the story, an old friend of Kevin’s had shown up, only to attract the attention of the whole room.

 After careful deliberation, the mysterious character’s name was set at Jordan. He was tall, beautiful, light hair, blue eyes and the power to make Nick forget about everyone. The attraction was instant, everyone at the party was talking about them.

 Nick noticed a few times that when he looked over, Lance was watching them with jealousy brewing in his eyes. It made Nick feel better than he’d ever felt in his whole life. Revenge was sweet.

 As the story progressed, so did the attraction between Nick and Jordan. It was amazing how perfect they were for each other, and finally neither character could deny the attraction between them. Nick silently wished they were alone, so they could get to know each other better. Jordan vocalized the same thought. He knew Kevin had a few extra guest rooms and they should seek one out.

 Nick’s ultimate revenge came at the point of the story when Jordan and Nick were erotically entwined, both naked and in the middle of Nick pinning Jordan down and fucking him rough and hard, just how they’d both wanted it. Needed it. Jordan had been unable to remain quiet, moaning loudly how fucking good Nick was, and how he wanted it harder and deeper and to never stop fucking him. Just as Nick had been about to lean down and cover Jordan’s mouth, Lance walked in, a look of absolute shock on his face. He was alone, looking obviously upset, the upset deepened upon seeing Nick balls deep in the stranger. Rather than stop fucking Jordan, Nick had looked over and smirked at Lance, showing him exactly what he was missing. Lance watched for a few moments until Jordan looked over and sneered hautily that maybe Lance should show himself out since they were busy without him.

 Just rereading the story made Nick feel a little better. Although he knew it was fantasy, it was just what he needed to boost his spirits. After a few minor tweaks, Nick knew it was finished. The story ended with Jordan catching a cab with Nick and making sure he got home okay. They shared an extended good night kiss with promises that Jordan would call the next day. Nick couldn’t ignore the tension in his groin at the vivid, descriptive sex scene he’d included in the story. It had been a long time since he’d written any type of smut, and he realized just how much he’d been missing any type of sex, even literary sex.

 "So, how did it go?" Justin asked, coming into the room with a smile on his face. He’d stopped in just under an hour earlier to check up on the blonde, pleased to see Nick’s familiar ‘concentrated’ pose. Nick was hunched over the keyboard, fingers typing at a rapid pace. It had been far too long since Justin had seen Nick so focused on his writing and he felt his heart swell at the sight. Nick was smiling and Justin knew that the assignment he’d given him had helped. At least a little bit.

 Nick blushed and saved the story, minimizing it before Justin could get a good look at what he’d written. "Good. Amazing actually." He stood up and stretched. It was then that he realized that if Justin was back, two hours had passed. He’d spent the last two hours writing and he felt liberated. Better than he had in a long time. Before he could think about it, Nick stepped in and hugged Justin close to his body. "Thank you so much."

 Justin grinned and hugged his best friend back. "You’re welcome. I hate seeing you so frustrated, so I thought that it would be a good idea. You hungry? Dinner’s ready?"

 Nick nodded. The creative process had him starving, and for the first time in months, he felt a weight taken off of his shoulders.

 A week later, Nick had written a few more smaller pieces, just short little assignments that he’d given himself. At Borders a few days earlier, he’d stumbled in the Writing and Publishing section of the book store and found a little book called the Creative Block. It was a very small, but very thick book designed for people with writer’s block. You could open it up at any point and there would be a suggestion. It could be anything from a ‘spark word’ or a scenario. Or just a suggestion of what to do to clear your mind before trying to write again.

 Nick always gave himself a window of time, ranging from a half an hour to a few hours, to write. He couldn’t stop before his time was up, but he couldn’t go over his time limit. He’d written more in the past week than he had in months and Nick’s hopes raised that he’d finally beaten his writer’s block.

 "So, what’s on for today?" Justin asked with a smile as he headed into the living room where Nick had set up his laptop.

 Nick shrugged. He was looking at the blank screen, wondering what to write. He had a few ideas, but couldn’t decide what to go with. He looked up at Justin and smiled. "I don’t know. Any ideas?"

 Justin wrinkled his nose as he thought. Finally, a sly grin covered his lips. Nick felt excitement just at the prospect of what was making Justin smile like that. "Okay..."

 "You’re scaring me," Nick admitted with a laugh.

 "Your hottest, sexual fantasy. Write it out. Use all of the words you’re too embarrassed to say out loud, and some of the ones you aren’t."

 Nick’s eyes widened. He felt his groin tighten and a familiar heat flow through his body. He hadn’t written anything X rated since the week before and as much as he’d wanted to, he wasn't sure if he should. Just writing about Jordan had Nick thinking about things he’d previously not allowed himself to. He had a clear view in his head of what the "Jordan" character would look like, and he was surprised at the face he had. Not to mention the body. "Ummm."

 "Come on, I know you write fucking hot sex scenes. I’ve read some of them, remember. Shit, I’ve jerked off to some of them."

 That was definitely NOT what Nick needed to hear. His cock hardened even more, sending a delicious thrill straight to his groin.

 "And shit, it’s not like we haven’t talked about our fantasies. So write something. Take a few hours and just put it into the most dirty details. Everything from the sounds you or they are going to make to what their come tastes like." Justin adjusted himself, slightly blushing at the look of amusement on Nick’s face. "Fine, I haven’t gotten any in a while, and ...yeah. I’m sick of jerking off to MY fantasies, so hearing someone else’s would be a nice change."

 Nick licked his lips, wondering if it was just him feeling the sexually charged tension between them. With the exception of his work in the past week, Justin had read all of Nick’s work. Sometimes they read it out loud to each other, sometimes Nick printed it off to give to Justin to read. The more Nick thought about it, the more he realized he was already pretty much writing the story in his head. He nodded. "Okay. Yeah."

 "Okay. I’m out for a few hours. I’m meeting Josh and Chris for some basketball. So feel free to strip down, sit at the computer and spend the next few hours writing out your fantasies and jerking off knowing you’ve got the place to yourself." Justin winked as Nick started to laugh. "And when I get home, you’re going to let me read everything you haven’t let me read this week."

 "You said that I didn’t have to let you read them," Nick argued teasingly. He received Justin’s middle finger as a response.

 "You always let me read your stuff," Justin pointed out. I’m starting to feel paranoid about why you won’t let me read these pieces. So get over whatever issues you’re having and when I get home, we’re gonna read them. Or I'm gonna read them." Justin patted Nick’s head gently as he passed him by. "But for now, I am going to go to the courts and hope that Josh is already there and hot and sweaty. There’s my jerk off fantasy for right now."

 Half an hour later, Nick was typing furiously, barely even able for his fingers to keep up with the ideas stemming from his head. He would go back and reread later, edit when he had the visual images out of his head. His cock was painfully hard and every time he shifted, he could feel it rub up against the harsh denim of his jeans.

 At one point, Nick’s fingers were crying for a break. He’d been typing for over two hours and knew that Justin would still be gone for a few more. He leaned back and took a deep breath. He’d been hard for hours and just the slight brush against his groin was sending jolts of electricity throughout his body.

 "and spend the next few hours writing out your fantasies and jerking off knowing you’ve got the place to yourself.."

 Justin’s voice echoed in Nick’s mind and he let his head rest on the back of his chair. He closed his eyes and let his mind take him inside the fantasy he had just been writing out, in vivid, erotic, pornographic detail. Nick was nearly finished. He knew he had about six or seven pages before he was finished, and he needed just a little bit of inspiration to get him there. Slowly, he took a few deep breaths and brought his hand to the fly of his jeans. With just enough pressure to make him whimper, Nick palmed himself.

 "Shit," he groaned. Not thinking too much about it, Nick slid the button out of the hole and lowered the zipper. His hand was inside of his jeans in an instant and he stroked his cock gingerly. Visions of golden brown skin, pale expanse of neck, dark pink nipples, rippling abs and piercing blue eyes filled Nick’s mind. He stood abruptly, tore his jeans down his legs and kicked them off, feeling relief at his straining erection being free of the confines of his pants. Nick sat back down and once more closed his eyes, letting the setting of his story whisk him away.

 Slowly, Nick’s fist pumped his shaft. He fingered his balls and manipulated the precome down the length of his cock. Justin said to describe it in detail, right down to the taste of the other person’s come. Nick wanted to taste his come. Taste his skin. Taste his own come on his lover’s tongue. These were fantasies that Nick hadn’t even realized he’d been holding. Fantasies that were coming as a shock to him, and yet, they were as familiar as if he’d been dreaming about them forever. He imagined the look on his lover’s face when they both came. When Nick spread himself open in invitation. When Nick pleaded for more. Harder. Deeper. MORE. Nick slipped one hand between his legs and fingered his asshole. His fist pumped his shaft harder as he thrust two fingers inside, breaching the tight heat.

 It was mere seconds before Nick came, shouting his lover’s name in the silent room. He milked his cock until it lay spent and his chest was heaving with each breath he fought to take. Nick’s body trembled in joy and apprehension, it was in that moment when so much became clear to him.

 It was when he’d cleaned up and changed into a pair of basketball shorts and a tee shirt, reading what he’d written over the past few hours that it was even more clear. Nick’s main character since the week before had been Jordan. Jordan was the focus of every story. But somewhere, at some point, in the current story, Nick’s fantasy story, Jordan’s name had turned into Justin.

 Nick was currently on page 23, since page 5 Jordan had been replaced with Justin.

 Instead of being thoroughly fucked by Jordan in every room of his apartment, on every surface of his apartment, Nick was being fucked by Justin. Even after just experiencing a mind blowing orgasm, Nick felt his cock twitch with excitement. He realized that when writing the story, it was Justin that he’d been picturing. When he’d just been jerking off, it was Justin he thought about. When he came, it had been Justin’s name on his lips.

 With a smile of self awareness, Nick continued writing, picking up right where he’d left off. An hour later, Nick was finished. Entirely. It had been reread, edited and spell checked. Nick was surfing online when Justin entered their apartment, looking hot, sweaty and more beautiful than Nick had ever allowed himself to think.

 Justin took in Nick’s change of clothing and smirked. He knew what Nick had been up to and seemed pleased. Nick wondered if that was lust in his blue eyes. He hoped so. "So, I take it things went well?"

 Nick nodded and smiled. "Might be my best piece yet. How was the game?"

 "Chris has no game, and Josh spent the whole time whining about Kevin," Justin admitted, sitting at the chair next to Nick. Nick inhaled the mixture of Justin’s sweat and scent of his cologne and wondered how he could have missed this. How he couldn’t have known until today how fucking sexy Justin was and how much he wanted him. "But it was good."

 "I’m glad." They stared at each other comfortably.

 "So, you gonna let me read it?" Justin asked with a cocky grin. Nick felt himself relax, this was Justin. His best friend. The person who knew him almost better than he knew himself. Nick rolled his eyes and nodded as he stood up.

 "Of course, you know I will. Just go shower, you fucking reek."

 By the time Justin was out of the shower and changed into a pair of sweat pants and a tee shirt, Nick was sitting on the couch, the laptop on the coffee table in front of him. A basketball game was on the TV and he had two beers opened and sitting on the table.

 "Hungry?" Nick asked. Justin shook his head.

 "Not yet. This for me?" He asked, picking up the corona that was still full and downing a quarter of it.

 "Yeah. Sit down." Nick kept the TV on but muted the sound. He felt his stomach churn nervously. He’d have Justin read the first story he’d written last weekend first. And then he’d have him read the one from that day. After much debate, Nick had decided to leave the names the way they were. With Jordan filling the first five pages and Justin completing the story. It was how it was supposed to be. Fantasies changed all the time, sometimes mid-fantasy and Nick didn’t want to compromise the process by changing it. He hoped that Justin would understand.

 Nick waited nervously while Justin read the story about Kevin’s party. He saw Justin’s lips curl into a knowing smile and felt his heart flutter. When he was finished, Justin groaned.

 "Fuck, that was really good. I could picture everything there going down at that party. Just ...the look on Lance’s face when he saw you and the Jordan guy hooking up, and then him walking into that room while you were fucking him. I would have paid to see that."

 "What, me fucking the guy or Lance’s face?" Nick asked before he could stop himself. He blushed at the implication, but turned even more red when Justin responded.

 "Both."

 "Oh."

 "Okay," Justin said after he finished his beer and grabbed another for both of them. He sat down and stretched. Meeting Nick’s eyes, he saw some hesitance in their blue depths. "I was kidding you know, if you don’t want me to read this..." Justin didn’t want to make Nick uncomfortable. Regular stories were one thing, but his fantasies were another. They were personal. Private. And it didn’t matter how desperately Justin longed to read about Nick’s fantasies, the ones that he couldn’t even say out loud, he didn’t want to do it at the expense of the blonde.

 "I want you to read it."

 "Are you sure?"

 "Please," Nick was pleading. He needed Justin to read it. For him to know what he couldn’t dare say out loud for fear of the consequences. He needed Justin to know.

 "Okay."

 Justin started reading. He leaned back against the couch, painfully aware of Nick’s eyes on him. Hot, nearly hungry. Slowly, taking in every single word, Justin read. He read about Nick. Looking for a roommate and finding one, the man’s name Jordan. How they had so much in common, how well they got along. How Nick couldn’t believe how lucky he was to find such an amazing person to live with. How slowly, Jordan and Nick became closer, lingering touches. Intimate conversations.

 And then Justin got to page 5. One moment Nick and Jordan were making plans to take a trip that sounded curiously familiar to a trip that he and Nick had taken early in their friendship, and the next Nick was loading up Justin’s car with his bags. Justin didn’t miss the addition of his name.

 He skimmed down further. Jordan was no longer present, it was Nick and Justin. Justin looked up at Nick who was watching him closely, fear of rejection in his eyes. "You .... This..."

 "I know..."

 "How?... When...?"

 Nick took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He jumped when he felt Justin gently stroke his cheek. I don’t know. I was writing it this afternoon and ...I stopped for a bit ...later on ...had to jerk off. It was so fucking hot, it gets so fucking hot. And as I was jerking off I was ...thinking about you. And me. And then when I went back to reread it, it was then that I realized that for over ten pages, I’d been writing your name and not Jordan’s. And I thought about it and realized that Jordan in all of the stories this week has been you."

 Justin took a deep breath and smiled. "Wow."

 "Yeah."

 Rather than continue the conversation, Justin kept reading. His hand rest on Nick’s thigh, gently squeezing from time to time. Somewhere around page 9 he started reading it softly under his breath out loud. His groin was painfully hard and Justin couldn’t believe the precise detail with which Nick had described his sexual fantasies. All involving him. And Justin knew that it was him. He didn’t need the exact physical description, right down to his tattoos and birth mark to let him know that Nick’s fantasy was not only about him, but with him.

 It wasn’t until he heard Nick’s whimper and moan that Justin looked up. Justin’s hand had moved from Nick’s thigh to his groin, and he was massaging Nick’s bulge purposefully. He hadn’t even been aware of it, as he was so focused on the fantasy that Nick had painted for him. His eyes met Nick’s, silent question in their depths. Without saying a word, Nick bit his lip and nodded. Justin closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath before sliding his hand underneath the waistband of Nick’s shorts to firmly grasp his erection, stroking it erotically.

 Nick’s eyes flickered to Justin’s own groin and realized that he too was hard. Without hesitation, Nick followed Justin’s actions and slid his hand into the waistband, touching him in return.

 "Read it out loud," Nick begged. "Read it to me."

 Justin shook his head. "No. You read it to me. It’s your fantasy."

 Nick nodded and took the pages from Justin’s hand, thankful that he’d had the foresight to print it off for his friend. After a moment of deliberation, Nick went to the beginning. If he was going to read it, he wanted to read the whole thing. He smiled when Justin moaned in approval.

 "Yeah, read it all to me."

 Nick didn’t need to be asked to substitute Jordan for Justin. From the beginning, he read it as Justin, knowing that was what was in his heart. After a few moments of them jerking each other off, Justin leaned in to softly kiss Nick’s jaw. He removed his hands from Nick’s shorts, causing for Nick to pause.

 "Keep going," Justin asked.

 Nick continued reading as Justin removed Nick’s shorts as well as his own jogging pants. He climbed on top of Nick, straddling him. As Nick moved from one page to another, Justin leaned in and stole his lips in a highly erotic and playful kiss.

 "When did this happen?" Justin asked, genuinely curious. "How did this happen?"

 Nick shrugged, awed by the look of lust in Justin’s eyes. "I don’t know."

 "I knew you were gorgeous. Fucking sexy as hell, but I didn’t know I wanted you as much as I do."

 "You do? Want me?" Nick had to clarify.

 "So damn much," Justin answered. "I think I have for a while."

 "Me too."

 "Sometime while you were with Lance, and then in the breakup," Justin admitted. "I never thought he treated you as well as he should have. And Josh kept telling me I was too obsessed with your relationship with him. I would always think ‘oh, I’d have done this...’ or ‘Lance should have said this...’"

 "During the break up," Nick confessed his own secret. "You were always there, reminding me how special I am, and how stupid he was to let me go. I think that gradually, I just started to ...think about you more. In different situations. Naked. Fucking me. Letting me fuck you."

 Their hips started to move together slowly, grinding their overheated erections together. Nick’s eyes rolled in the back of his head and he gripped Justin’s hip with his free hand tightly. "Shit, yeah."

 "You’re one of my best friends," Justin said softly. "I want to make you my lover. I want to love you like you should be loved. I want to be the one to treat you right." He smiled as Nick’s whole body trembled and his cock twitched. "Will you let me?"

 Nick nodded, licking his dry lips. "Yessss..." He hissed.

 "Good. Now keep reading."

 Nick tried to concentrate on the story before him, reading to Justin the multitude of fantasies he had entertained about him for the past eight months, but with Justin nibbling on his throat and jaw, grinding their cocks together sinuously, it was difficult. Finally, much longer after he should have been finished, Nick arrived at the end of the story. He looked into Justin’s eyes to see them open wide, a clear blue, staring back at him.

 "That was fucking amazing. The hottest thing I’ve ever read. Or heard," Justin said, kissing Nick hungrily. They had both waited for so long for this moment and neither wasted a single moment in taking advantage of it.

 "Thank you so much," Nick whispered as he broke the kiss with Justin.

 "For what?"

 "For helping with my writer’s block. For finding my muse."

 Justin blushed and tried to turn his head away. "I just gave you suggestions..." He argued. Nick shook his head and kissed him passionately.

 "You got me writing. You said ‘write a scenario at Kevin’s...’ and I nearly couldn’t, but then I pictured you and what I wished had have happened that night. I loved sitting on the back deck with you, drinking and just talking. That was amazing, but I pictured what else we could have done at that party. And I could write. And then all of the other stories I’ve written this week..."

 "Are about Jordan?" Justin teased.

 Nick nodded. "Yeah. About you. I just didn’t realize it until today."

 "And Lance?" Justin had to ask. He felt his stomach churn at the thought of Nick’s ex-boyfriend and how much he might still mean to the blonde. Thankfully, Nick laughed.

 "Is nothing but a memory."

 Their conversation was interrupted by the phone ringing. Nick reached over, brushing Justin’s still hard cock in the process. Justin whimpered and Nick smiled, reaching with his free hand to gently stroke him. "Hello?" Nick asked politely, oblivious to the way Justin was writhing on his lap.

 "Whhho is it?" Justin asked softly. He leaned down and pressed his face into Nick’s throat, thrusting steadily into Nick’s fist.

 "Kevin," Nick whispered, catching Justin’s lips in a steamy kiss. He slid his tongue into the other man’s voice, completely ignoring his friend on the other end of the line. It was after a few moments of them kissing and leisurely touching each other, that Justin remembered the phone. He broke the kiss with Nick and picked the handheld receiver up.

 "Kevin, hey..." He could hear stunned silence on the other end.

 "What the fuck?" Kevin asked, obviously surprised. "Are you and Nick...."

 "Well, we’re about to. So maybe we can call you..." Justin moaned as Nick flicked his wrist and sped up. "Yeah Nick, fucking like that ...jerk it baby..." He kissed Nick hungrily, breaking the kiss only to say "we’ll call you." He clicked the off button and threw the phone across the room. Immediately, he attached himself to Nick’s mouth once more, riding him purposefully. Nick’s cock was nestled snugly between his ass cheeks and Nick was using that to get off while he jerked Justin off.

 They both came minutes apart with mirroring shouts and pleas for more. When they were finished, Justin collapsed on Nick’s chest, both men heaving and gasping for breath. Nick held his breath, waiting for Justin to speak. He didn’t have to wait long.

 "God, I can’t wait for you to fuck me." Nick looked into Justin’s eyes and smiled.

 "I love you," Nick admitted honestly. He did. He’d loved Justin as a best friend. As a protector and a guardian. Now, he was falling in love with him. "I think I'm falling in love with you." He knew Justin would know the difference between the two statements.

 Justin did.

 "I know." Justin nuzzled their noses together. "I feel the same way."

 They were trying to decide whether to take a shower or not, due to them both just most likely going to get dirty again as soon as they could both get it up again when the phone rang. Justin and Nick both burst into giggles.

 "Josh," Nick guessed. Justin shook his head.

 "It’ll be Kevin calling us back."

 Nick snickered. "Probably because you hung up on him more than anything. He hates that."

 Justin grinned. "I know."

 "Winner chooses top or bottom," Nick wagered as he went to pick up the phone. Justin nodded. They had a bet. "Hello?" He held his breath and could see Justin doing the same.

 "Oh, hello JOSH," Nick grinned. Justin scowled until he realized that either way, it was a win/win situation and laughed as Nick came back to the couch to cuddle with him. "What’s up?"

 "What’s up, is that I just got off the phone with Kevin. Apparently he called you and you and Justin were fucking? And not only that, but Justin hung up on him?!"

 "Well, was he planning on listening?" Nick asked, giggling as Justin crawled onto the floor, between his thighs. Nick raised an eyebrow, Justin simply licked his lips and smirked at him, taking Nick’s cock in hand and suckling the head. Nick could barely contain the moan that resulted.

 "So it’s true? You and Justin were fucking?"

 "No, not fucking. Yet." Nick replied honestly. He let out a loud whimper as Justin lowered his mouth on Nick’s now hard erection. "It was just us getting each other off..."

 "And now?" Josh asked, knowing that something was going on.

 "Justin’s just blowing me..." Nick answered, grunting. "Fuck, his mouth is so fucking good... God your mouth is good."

 "Jesus Christ Nick," Josh said with a laugh, not at all offended. "Well, I just had to see what was going on. It’s about time the two of you started fucking..."

 "Thanks Josh. Tell Kevin.... FUUUCK..." Nick moaned, thrusting into Justin’s mouth. He could feel Justin’s fingers playing with his balls and spread his legs even further. "Tell him we’ll talk later.." And with that, Nick hung up on Josh. "I won, I get to pick." Nick pointed out. Justin smiled and lifted his mouth from Nick’s cock.

 "Next time, right now I want to suck you. I want you to come in my mouth.."

 Justin barely made it back on Nick’s cock in time for it to happen. The second Nick’s cock hit Justin’s warm mouth, his tongue running down the bottom of it, Nick exploded, coming long and hard. He was still trembling by the time Justin wiped the excess come off of his lips and sat on the couch beside him.

 "So?" Justin said when Nick was coherent again. "What now?"

 Nick smiled and shook his head. "Shower. We fuck. Then we’ll go from there."

 Justin nodded and stood up, pulling Nick with him. They shared a kiss that was loving and passionate at the same time. "How do you want it? Top or bottom?" Justin asked, cupping Nick’s cheek in his hand.

 "Lets take a shower and I’ll let you convince me one or the other.."

 Justin couldn’t help but smile. Things were bound to get interesting.

Finis


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