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Title:  Three for Five
Author: Jules
Pairing:  TimberNick
Part: 1/1
Rating:  Strong PG-13 for language and almost slashy situations in the beginning.
Disclaimer:  Didn't happen.  Fiction!
Warning: Meh!  Schmoop warning?  Yeah, I'd definitely say it's Velveta.
Notes:  Written in response to the TimerNick Slash challenge where we had to use the phrase "stuffed dog".   

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Three for Five
by Jules
 

The sun was shining through the window.  Right on his face.  Nick groaned and turned over hoping to escape the sun's rays and get a bit more sleep.  Somehow, a spot that had been dark only moments before was now also bathed in light, the sun once again shining in his eyes.  "Fuck," he growled as he reached for the blankets to pull over his head.  Where he should have grabbed fleece he got nothing but air.  He attributed it to being really tired and reached again, once again not finding the blanket, but this time he could hear a soft giggle echo in the bedroom.  One eye opened slowly, followed by the second, Nick yawning  before he actually saw anything.  There, standing at the foot of the bed was the culprit.  The curtains were still swaying, the blanket held in a clutching grasp.  "Justin, what the.."

 

"Out of bed sleepy head."  Justin was grinning at his lover, the sleepy annoyed expression on the blonde's face absolutely adorable.

 

"What freaking time is it?"  Nick rolled over and was almost asleep once again in seconds.  

 

"Time for you to get the hell out of bed bitch."  Justin jumped on the bed, jostling Nick awake.  When the blonde looked up he saw an evil smirk on Justin's lips.  With one kick of his legs, he'd managed to knock Justin down.  "Oofh."

 

"Who's the bitch?"  Nick rolled over on the younger man before he had a chance to catch his breath.  He pinned Justin's arms over his head  Their faces were inches apart, Nick nudging Justin's nose playfully.  When he didn't get a response, Nick continued.  "Come on J.. who's the bitch?  Tell me!"

 

Justin shook his head, trying not to giggle.  He knew it would only get him into more trouble.  The gleam in his eyes told the truth though and Nick growled as he began to lick and bite down Justin's jaw to his throat.

 

"You know you wanna baby.  Just tell me--"  

 

"No."

 

Nick began to grind their now hard erections against one another, watching the range of emotions cross his lover's face.  It only took a few seconds before the younger man broke.

 

"Nicky--"  Justin licked his lips, letting his eyes flutter shut.  

 

"Say it.."

 

"Me.  I'm the bitch."

 

Nick's smile was almost predatory.  Victory had been won.  "Whose bitch?"

 

Justin only hesitated a few moments before answering.  "Yours."

 

"Yeah you are."  And as fast as he was on Justin, Nick rolled off and onto the floor, walking towards the bathroom.  He heard a cry of protest from the bed and giggled.  Minutes later he was back, noticing Justin in the same position.  "Now why am I up at the ass crack of dawn this fine Sunday morning?"

 

Justin sat up on the bed, crossing his legs lower lip protruding in a pout.  He looked up at Nick and exaggerated the pout when he saw it wasn't getting him anywhere.  "You promised me."  Nick stripped off the tee shirt and boxers he was wearing to don clean ones, also slipping into a pair of jeans.  

 

"Promised you what exactly?"

 

"The fair is in town this week and you said that we were going to go."  Justin hopped off the bed following Nick down the hall and then the stairs to the kitchen.  When Nick stopped suddenly, Justin slammed into his back.  "And besides, it's nearly noon.  Not the ass crack."

 

Nick turned around and caught Justin off guard.  He pinned him to the wall taking his mouth in a surprisingly gentle kiss.  Their tongues brushed lightly before he pulled away.  "We'll leave in ten."

 

"We don't have to rush, I just wanted you out of bed."  Justin slapped Nick's ass as he passed him and headed further into the kitchen.  He poured two cups of coffee, fixing them both exactly the same before handing one to Nick.

 

"No, I want to have lunch there.  I've been dying for carnie food.  Corn dogs and syrupy pop and greasy fries.  And then enough sno cones that we nearly puke on the rides."

 

"Only to do it again since we made room."  Both men grinned at each other, giggling madly.  "Are you sure babe-- I know you just wanted to sleep today."

 

"Oh god J, are you kidding?  It's been forever since I've been to a fair.  I'm looking forward to it as much as you are."

 

By the time they arrived at the fair grounds, there were already quite a few people there, playing games, standing in line for rides and enjoying the beautiful Sunday afternoon.  Walking hand in hand, they wove through the different booths towards the midway where the food was all set up.  Justin got in line for carnie fries while Nick headed towards the hot dog stand.  They met at the picnic tables with enough food to feed a small army, digging in immediately.  It wasn't until they were bursting at the seams that they stopped, Justin wondering if he had room enough for roasted corn on the cob.

 

"Babe, you have to make room for the ice cream waffle sandwiches,"  Nick pointed out, rubbing his stomach.

 

"Yeah, that's true.  Plus it's still early, we'll probably make one more stop here before we go."  They sat, just watching people for a short while, letting their food settle.  Finally Justin jumped up, ready to start.  "Rides first, then games."  Nick grinned getting up as well.

 

Two hours later Nick was certain he was going to throw up.  Justin had.  Twice.  It was the most fun they could remember having in months, quite possibly years.  "Nicky, this has been the best day baby, thank you so much."  Justin pulled his lover in, kissing him thoroughly. Nick fell into the kiss, melting into Justin's embrace.  They continued on for a few minutes until Nick finally pulled away.

 

"You're welcome J.  Okay, now for the games."  They made their way down to the games, stopping to observe and decide which they wanted to play.  They stopped at a game where you had to sink a basket.  Looking up Nick grinned.  "I want to play this one."

 

"But Nick, they're rigged.  These ones are always rigged.  No chance in hell to win."

 

"For people who can't play they are, but if you know what you're doing it's a piece of cake."  Nick pulled out his wallet, smiling at the carnie.  "How much?"

 

"One ball for two dollars, three for five."

 

"Do I have to take all three shots?  Or can we switch off?"  The man shook his head at the first question, taking the five dollar bill from Nick's outstretched hand.  "What do I win?"

 

"If you get one in, you win something from that wall."  Nick looked over at the wall.  The sign said Medium but the prizes were barely considered as extra small.  "You get two in something from that wall."  Nick looked at the ŒLarge" and chuckled.  They were still puny.

 

"What if I get all three in?"  The man was clearly trying to hold back his laughter.  Humouring Nick he rolled his eyes.  

 

"If you get all three in kid, you can have whatever prize you want."

 

Nick looked up at the ones hanging from the tent.  Justin looked up as well, both men focusing on the same Œtoy'.  "That one babe, I want that one."

 

Nick nodded, "Yeah baby.  That one for sure."  It was a large stuffed dog that, if on the ground, would probably reach their waist.  Or at least their thigh.  It was almost a perfect replica of the dog they'd gone out and bought together.  Before moving in together, they'd both had numerous dogs between them, but not one that was theirs together.  So one afternoon they'd headed down to the pound and picked out their first Œbaby'.  Since then, they'd acquired a few more, but that first one held a special place in their hearts.  Their eyes met and they both grinned, Nick winking at the younger man.  "I'll take the first shot."

 

Nick bounced the basketball on the concrete a few times mentally preparing himself.  Taking a deep breath he relaxed his body and eyed the hoop.  With expert precision, he took the shot, cheering when it sailed through the almost too narrow hoop.  Justin was right, it was rigged, but you had to know exactly how to put the ball into it.  

 

Justin jumped, letting out a cheer of his own, the man working the game not impressed.  "Fuckin right babe."

 

"You wanna take a shot?"  Nick asked, eyeing Justin.  

 

"You take one more, and then I'll take the last one.  I wanna see you do it once more."  Nick nodded and repeated his earlier actions, once again sailing the ball through the hoop perfectly.  A small crowd had gathered, people watching to see what was going on.   It was tricky but Justin was certain that he'd caught how Nick would spin the ball just enough so that it wouldn't touch the rim.  That was key, not letting it touch the rim because then it wouldn't fit.

 

"Okay."  Justin was a bit nervous at the amount of people watching.  He saw the look on Nick's face and felt a little calmer.  

 

"Don't overthink it J."

 

Justin nodded, bouncing the ball a few times.  The crowd was eerily silent, everyone holding their breath.  Aligning his arm, Justin took the shot and closed his eyes, not able to watch it's path.  The crowd cheering behind him forced his eyes open, Nick's arms around him instantly.   He'd made it.  Judging from the look of disbelief on the man's face in front of him, he'd made the shot.

 

"Well shit.  I wasn't expecting that."  The man said, shaking his head.  "No one has ever sunk all three in, especially on their first time."  He grabbed a long hook from behind the basket, pointing at the prize they'd been discussing earlier.  "This the one you want?"

 

Nick nodded, placing a soft kiss on Justin's lips.  "Yeah, that's the one."  

 

The man proceeded to pull the stuffed dog down from where it was hanging, everyone clapping in earnest.  "WE HAVE A WINNER LADIES AND GENTLEMAN!!!"  Nick and Justin grinned as he handed them their prize.  "YOU TOO CAN WIN A JUMBO PRIZE-- SINK THREE IN A ROW AND IT'S ALL YOURS."

 

As they headed through the crowd of people, Nick clasped Justin's free hand in his.  Taking one look back Justin paused.  "You think he's pissed?  I mean, you won this for like five bucks."

 

Nick stopped as well.  There were about fifteen people in line to play the game, all waving money at the man.  "I don't think he's too mad.  I mean, look at how many people are playing now.  Yeah, we got it for five bucks, but those people are gonna spend at least ten times that each to try and win it too.  So he's made his money for the day."  The smile on the man's face showed the truth in Nick's statement.

 

"So--" Justin spoke, rubbing his stomach idly.  "You said something earlier about ice cream waffle sandwiches?"  


Finis

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