Nick / ??

[ephemera-pop.livejournal.com]

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.

[bellamyrose.livejournal.com]

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

[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!