Feeling This (Nick/wiL)
Nick looked up with concern. WiL was giggling like a maniac. What had happened now? Sighing, Nick slid off the couch and went to the bedroom.
“WiL?” Nick said, knocking on the door. “You okay, babe?”
Still laughing, wiL opened the door. Nick bit his lip. He had seen wiL without a shirt on numerous occasions, nevertheless the singer always managed to make Nick hard.
Damn that sexy tattooed chest! He thought harshly.
“Nothing’s wrong,” wiL said, still giggling.
The fact that Nick was hard must have shown through the tight pants he wore. WiL looked down and laughed even harder. Nick scowled and pushed him back into the bedroom, following him inside and shutting the door.
WiL collapsed on the bed. He was still laughing and Nick was getting slightly annoyed.
“Okay, babe,” Nick said, exasperated, “what’s so funny?”
WiL took several deep breaths before replying, “I was talking to Bert on the phone. It’s just something he said. About Angel.”
Nick looked at him sideways. He loved the guy, really he did, but sometimes he was so frustrating. “Bert? He turned you into a giggling idiot?”
WiL nodded and then looked affronted. Nick might be his boyfriend, but that still didn’t give him the right to call him an idiot.
“Aww, don’t pout,” Nick said, sitting on the bed next to wiL.
WiL sat up and Nick pulled him into a tight hug. WiL was calm now, with the laughing fit over, he buried his head in the hollow of Nick’s neck, holding him close.
“You okay now?” Nick asked, his vocal cords vibrating on wiL’s head.
WiL nodded as best he could and they broke the embrace. Nick realised he needed to jack off.
“I gotta go to the bathroom,” Nick said, sliding off the bed and exiting the bedroom before wiL had a chance to argue.
WiL collapsed back on the bed. For no reason at all, he felt like crying. He rolled over, buried his face in the pillow and let his tears run free.
Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Nick was jacking off, thinking to himself.
WiL, I love you. But I am so sick of your Goddamn mood swings.
Nick washed his hands and went to check on wiL. The bedroom door was still open and Nick heard wiL quietly sobbing. Nick sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed wiL’s bare back. The singer’s sobs slowly died down and he sat up. His eyeliner and mascara were staining black tracks down the almost translucent, white skin of his face.
Nick looked at him sideways again, pulled him closer and tipped wiL’s chin up towards him. The dark eyes were wide and afraid.
“Close your eyes,” Nick whispered. WiL obliged. Nick pressed their lips together, making wiL go limp in his arms.
They broke apart at the sound of sniggering at the bedroom door. It was Angel and Jake.
“Just fucking fuck him, already!” Angel said, fighting to keep a straight face.
Nick scowled, got off the bed, and shut the door in their faces.
“Someone has an anger management problem,” Jake said lightly.
Angel grinned, put an arm around him and led him into the kitchen.
END