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perfectactorBetter Than Boredom (part 1/?)
Title: Better than boredom
Author: Richian (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aslongasitlasts )
Rating: It'll vary. Right now it's safe for 13+
Pairing: Nicky / Richey
Warnings: None yet.
Disclaimer: This is my fantasy. The blokes in it are in a relationship which involves sex. While details have been crafted to resemble certain people we're familiar with, I make no actual claims about the people my characters are namesakes of. The title of the story is mine, but I hope it hadn't been used before in the fandom, as I recall there may have been similar titles.
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Richey was slinking down on his chair at the lobby, nodding off to his new mix-tape. His legs were hanging off that chair, spread to the sides, the yellow headphones looking especially foreign on him with the way his new bowl cut framed his delicate features.
As if awoken from a dream, Nicky had pulled off his earphones, sliding them down so that the ear buds met Richey's jawbones. He looked up to meet Nicky's gaze, frowning and looking at him intently.
Nicky was having an undoubtedly 'Nicky moment' , looking very stretched out and wriggly today, in an undersized shirt and khaki pants, hand on his hip which seemed to bend his entire posture to form a curve. His expression was slightly pouty, though nowhere near Richey's glorious pout. His eyes looked slightly entranced, from having to move his sleeping schedule around all the time lately, a fact that he hasn't fully gotten used to yet. 'Meet me in an hour, OK?' He sought for comprehension in Richey's dark stare. 'That's two o'clock sharp.'
Richey nodded, gulping. The voice, as well as the speaker, put butterflies in his stomach. Nicky moved his hand to Richey's cheek, stroking it approvingly. Richey knew what that invitation had meant. James and Sean knew it too, but they moved quickly back to the conversation they were having before, digging their spoons in their shared layered cake.
He looked at Nicky rubbing his hands over each other in accomplishment, before turning and walking away.
Title: Better than boredom
Author: Richian (
aslongasitlasts )Rating: It'll vary. Right now it's safe for 13+
Pairing: Nicky / Richey
Warnings: None yet.
Disclaimer: This is my fantasy. The blokes in it are in a relationship which involves sex. While details have been crafted to resemble certain people we're familiar with, I make no actual claims about the people my characters are namesakes of. The title of the story is mine, but I hope it hadn't been used before in the fandom, as I recall there may have been similar titles.
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Richey was slinking down on his chair at the lobby, nodding off to his new mix-tape. His legs were hanging off that chair, spread to the sides, the yellow headphones looking especially foreign on him with the way his new bowl cut framed his delicate features.
As if awoken from a dream, Nicky had pulled off his earphones, sliding them down so that the ear buds met Richey's jawbones. He looked up to meet Nicky's gaze, frowning and looking at him intently.
Nicky was having an undoubtedly 'Nicky moment' , looking very stretched out and wriggly today, in an undersized shirt and khaki pants, hand on his hip which seemed to bend his entire posture to form a curve. His expression was slightly pouty, though nowhere near Richey's glorious pout. His eyes looked slightly entranced, from having to move his sleeping schedule around all the time lately, a fact that he hasn't fully gotten used to yet. 'Meet me in an hour, OK?' He sought for comprehension in Richey's dark stare. 'That's two o'clock sharp.'
Richey nodded, gulping. The voice, as well as the speaker, put butterflies in his stomach. Nicky moved his hand to Richey's cheek, stroking it approvingly. Richey knew what that invitation had meant. James and Sean knew it too, but they moved quickly back to the conversation they were having before, digging their spoons in their shared layered cake.
He looked at Nicky rubbing his hands over each other in accomplishment, before turning and walking away.
