Nick / ??

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I keep intending to write something for this community, not having the time / brain / inspiration / words, and then feeling guilty for making requests. But at the same time, I keep telling other people to come on over and place requests, because new requests give the writers something to chew on, and that's a *good* thing. So, in conclussion, I'm only human.

Anyway, chubby!Nick and icecream, please. All the other details are up to you.

PLease and thank you!

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[turps33.livejournal.com]

I hope this works for you. I always worry you see my stuff in beta mode, all the mistakes *g*

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Waiting in the cinema foyer probably isn’t the best idea. Sure, time and changing tastes mean Nick isn’t as visible as years before, but still. He’s still a name, still a celebrity, and that means being here is insane.

Taking a quick look around, he pulls off his baseball cap, and runs his fingers through his hair. He grimaces at the dampness, the sweaty strands that cling to his forehead. Jamming the cap back on, he looks at his watch, scowling when he sees the time. He should be at his hotel, the nice air conditioned hotel with pool and iced drinks available at the wave of a hand. Not standing here sweating to death.

Nick wipes at his face, pulls his shirt away from his clammy skin.

“Sorry. Mom phoned, then some reporter, by the time I got rid of him I was running late, then traffic was a bitch.”

Nick can’t help but smile as Chris appears, talking all the while. Dark shades and hair hidden under a red bandanna, baggy jean shorts and t-shirt. Nick takes a deep breath when he sees the print, and points toward Chris’ chest. “That’s a Backstreet t-shirt.”

“Is it?” Sounding surprised, Chris looks down, pulling at the t-shirt. “No wonder I was getting funny looks.”

“At least you wore a recent one,” Nick says, resigned that one day Chris will drive him insane.

“I had to.” Chris steps closer, his hand resting on the swell of Nick’s hip, his voice dropping to a conspiring whisper. “I was going to wear an older one, but each time I did, I got a mental image of Kevin. He was scowling, warning me away from the baby.” Chris shudders. “I threw the t-shirt in the trash. It was that or never get laid again.”

“I’ve told you before. I’m not a baby.”

“Never said you were, that was Kevin.” Shielded between the wall and Nick’s body, Chris blatantly touches. He slides his hand under Nick’s shirt, the pads of his fingers rough against warm skin, lingers over the slight bulge of flesh over the waist band of Nick’s pants. Then steps away, eyes bright and smiling. “We need to buy ice cream before the movie starts.”

Nick pushes his hands deep into the pockets of his pants as he tries to summon a glare. A glare that remains stubbornly hidden as he follows Chris toward the ice-cream counter. “You’re a tease.”

“You know it.” Chris doesn’t even look back, just stares into the chilled cabinet. “Phish Food?”

“I’m not hungry.”

That time Chris does turn around. “You having candy instead?”

“I’m not hungry, Chris.” Nick pretends to look at the sodas. He opens the door, taking time to select an ice cold bottle, all the while aware of the look Chris throws his way.

“I’ll get that.” Chris holds out his hand for the soda, pulling out his wallet. There’s a tub of ice-cream on the counter. Ice-cream covered in a swirl of whipped cream and multi coloured sprinkles. They melt down the side, clinging to the cardboard and plastic spoon. “Sure you don’t want anything?”

“Positive,” Nick says, not looking at the flavours he loves so much.

“We better go in. You’ve the tickets, right?”

“Yeah.” Pulling out the tickets from his pocket, Nick hands them to an usher.

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The cinema is small, only two screens and almost deserted. Side by side, they walk toward screen two, Nick focussing on the faded wall hangings, the tattered posters, anything but Chris licking at the melted ice cream that drips onto his wrist.

Screen two is empty when they walk inside. Red stepped seats and a screen bordered by what looked like velvet drapes.

“Go to the last row.”

Nick looks up. “The screen will be tiny from up there.”

“As if we came to see the film. That’s why we have Joey.” With a dismissive snort, Chris climbs the stairs, leaving Nick to follow.

Multiple rows later, and Nick stands in the back row, looking down at the seats. The double size seats, obviously made for two. “You want us to sit there?”

“Well yeah.” Eye roll hidden behind whipped cream, Chris licks at the melted ice cream that threatens to drip to the floor.

“Will we even fit?” Dubious, Nick looks at the seat, at Chris, remembers countless wardrobe meetings and measurements that are always remarked on.

“Are you saying I’ve a fat ass?” The remark is light, joking, delivered with a smile, but Nick knows Chris, can see beneath the projected calm. “We’ll fit just fine, and if we don’t. What’s a bit of a squish between friends?” Suddenly he grabs for Nick’s arm. Chris’ fingers are sticky, and he wraps them tight, pulling Nick down. “See. It’s good.”

It’s a tight fit, but they do fit. Thighs pushed together, Chris’ shoulder sharp against Nick’s arm. It’s hot and sweaty, but Nick can stretch out, arm along the seat-back, letting it rest against the damp heat of the back of Chris’ neck.

“You look fine.” Words soft, Chris turns, and his eyes glint in the darkness.

A thousand denials are on Nick’s tongue. The magazine headlines, wardrobe, bulletin boards, so called fans. People who say he doesn’t look fine at all. He says nothing. Chris understands, has lived it all.

“Here.” Chris has the plastic spoon in his hand, ice-cream balanced precariously. “Eat, before this lands in my lap.”

He looks at Nick, and it’s more than ice-cream. Much more.

Nick opens his mouth and eats.

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[epicflailer.livejournal.com]

so subtle, so them, and so entirely perfect.

i loved this. thanks so much for sharing.

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[turps33.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you liked it.

Thank you so much for telling me.

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[ravenbat.livejournal.com]

oh Terri, that was just wonderful.

*happy sigh*

The world needs more Chris/Nick fic.

write more of it!

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[turps33.livejournal.com]

There really should be.

The world would be a happier place with more Chris/Nick.

Thanks, honey.

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[ephemera-pop.livejournal.com]

*twirls* - oh love, you are good to me *beams* - I've finally got to read my non-work email account, and to find this waiting for me! You rule! - thank you!

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[turps33.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad you like it.

Anything to make you smile.

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[sidra]

awww. that was really cute.

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[turps33.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

I'm glad you liked it :)

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[pensnest]

Ah, that's lovely. Chris understands. And Nick can't quite manage to glare at him.

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[turps33.livejournal.com]

I think he would understand, all the comments those two must have heard and seen.

Thank you!

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[nopseud]

Aww! That's so cute, and sweet without being sappy. :-)

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[turps33.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

It's good to know I can get away from writing sappy at times ;)

[bellamyrose.livejournal.com]

That was just wonderful. Sweet and just great. Loved it.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much!

[faithette.livejournal.com]

Oh that is wonderful!

Poor Nick and his self-image problems... And Chris being all wonderful and loving without being too smooshy about it...

Nick looks wonderful no matter what his weight is... same with Chris and Joey and Lance and Brian and all of them...

Thank you so much for this lovely little story!

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Thanks for such a lovely comment.

I agree with you, they all look fantastic whatever their weight. Sadly some people needs to catch up with our opinion.