'Something That Will Stay' [Gotye/Nick Jonas]
Title: "Something That Will Stay"
Author: that_1_incident
Fandom: Misc. musician RPF
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Nick Jonas/Gotye
Word Count: ~650
Summary: When Nick found out Gotye was going to play a club in L.A., he had to go - he had to.
Disclaimer: Obviously this isn't real.
Author's Notes: I don't know what this is.
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When Delta played Nick “Somebody That I Used to Know,” it kind of changed his life.
Like, seriously, he even tweeted about it.
So when he found out Gotye was going to play a club in L.A., he had to go - he had to. He wanted to bring Delta, too, but the one day she couldn’t do it was of course the day it was. Which was how he came to pull up to the club alone, wander inside, stand at the back of the room and have his mind blown.
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Gotye meets fans outside afterwards. The whole thing’s so low-key and awesome that it’s almost like the fans are new friends. He signs stuff and poses for pictures with an easy, genuine smile, his loose curls framing the squareness of his face. The fans leave after, don’t hang around and wait for more because they get everything they wanted from him and that’s enough, which frankly blows Nick’s mind, how cool everyone is about things.
Nick’s not sure the other man will know who he is, and maybe he wants to keep it that way. He waits until last, then comes up and introduces himself, feeling strangely nervous for someone who knows who he knows, has met who he’s met.
“I like your accent,” Nick says stupidly.
Gotye looks at him with an eyebrows-raised smile, and really, he couldn’t think of something less idiotic to say?
“My girlfriend’s Australian,” he continues, like that explains anything - and maybe it does to Gotye because he nods like something just slotted into place.
Nick pulls himself together a bit after that, manages to impart what he wants to say about the other man’s songs and his songwriting and just generally that he’s a big fan, and Gotye listens like it matters without trying to rush him or interrupt.
“Well, thanks for coming out tonight, Nick,” Gotye says sincerely when he’s finished, and at first Nick thinks they’re going to shake hands but then Gotye pulls him into a hug, which, oh, okay.
It’s one of those hugs that kind of linger, and just as Nick starts feeling awkward, Gotye pulls away - which, weirdly, is a little disappointing. Gotye’s cheek brushes against Nick’s and he hasn’t shaved in a couple of days, and his skin is warm and the air around them is cold for L.A. Nick goes to smile crookedly at him but instead of returning the grin, Gotye looks at him steadily for a moment before closing the gap between their mouths.
The other man’s lips are hot against Nick’s, and the press of his mouth is firm and definitive - like he’s branding Nick forever, leaving something that will stay. Nick just stands there, holding his breath and wondering giddily if this is the point in his life when another man’s tongue will slip into his mouth for the first time, but Gotye pulls away, slow and unhurried.
Nick’s face feels flushed. Gotye, on the other hand, seems supremely unaffected, and maybe it’s an Australian thing or maybe he’s just a cool guy. Either way, Nick’s not exactly sure what to do next, but Gotye claps him on the back and says “Good to meet you” with an air of finality to it, so Nick returns the sentiment and hopes he sounds as smooth as he’s aiming to be.
The venue’s small - not somewhere the attendees would recognize him or the paparazzi would expect him to go - so Nick has no problem walking out to the parking lot and getting in his car without incident. He’s deliberating over what he wants to listen to on the drive home when Delta calls, and when he picks up the phone and she asks how Gotye was, he says, “Really, really good.”
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Author: that_1_incident
Fandom: Misc. musician RPF
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Nick Jonas/Gotye
Word Count: ~650
Summary: When Nick found out Gotye was going to play a club in L.A., he had to go - he had to.
Disclaimer: Obviously this isn't real.
Author's Notes: I don't know what this is.
---<---<---@
When Delta played Nick “Somebody That I Used to Know,” it kind of changed his life.
Like, seriously, he even tweeted about it.
So when he found out Gotye was going to play a club in L.A., he had to go - he had to. He wanted to bring Delta, too, but the one day she couldn’t do it was of course the day it was. Which was how he came to pull up to the club alone, wander inside, stand at the back of the room and have his mind blown.
--
Gotye meets fans outside afterwards. The whole thing’s so low-key and awesome that it’s almost like the fans are new friends. He signs stuff and poses for pictures with an easy, genuine smile, his loose curls framing the squareness of his face. The fans leave after, don’t hang around and wait for more because they get everything they wanted from him and that’s enough, which frankly blows Nick’s mind, how cool everyone is about things.
Nick’s not sure the other man will know who he is, and maybe he wants to keep it that way. He waits until last, then comes up and introduces himself, feeling strangely nervous for someone who knows who he knows, has met who he’s met.
“I like your accent,” Nick says stupidly.
Gotye looks at him with an eyebrows-raised smile, and really, he couldn’t think of something less idiotic to say?
“My girlfriend’s Australian,” he continues, like that explains anything - and maybe it does to Gotye because he nods like something just slotted into place.
Nick pulls himself together a bit after that, manages to impart what he wants to say about the other man’s songs and his songwriting and just generally that he’s a big fan, and Gotye listens like it matters without trying to rush him or interrupt.
“Well, thanks for coming out tonight, Nick,” Gotye says sincerely when he’s finished, and at first Nick thinks they’re going to shake hands but then Gotye pulls him into a hug, which, oh, okay.
It’s one of those hugs that kind of linger, and just as Nick starts feeling awkward, Gotye pulls away - which, weirdly, is a little disappointing. Gotye’s cheek brushes against Nick’s and he hasn’t shaved in a couple of days, and his skin is warm and the air around them is cold for L.A. Nick goes to smile crookedly at him but instead of returning the grin, Gotye looks at him steadily for a moment before closing the gap between their mouths.
The other man’s lips are hot against Nick’s, and the press of his mouth is firm and definitive - like he’s branding Nick forever, leaving something that will stay. Nick just stands there, holding his breath and wondering giddily if this is the point in his life when another man’s tongue will slip into his mouth for the first time, but Gotye pulls away, slow and unhurried.
Nick’s face feels flushed. Gotye, on the other hand, seems supremely unaffected, and maybe it’s an Australian thing or maybe he’s just a cool guy. Either way, Nick’s not exactly sure what to do next, but Gotye claps him on the back and says “Good to meet you” with an air of finality to it, so Nick returns the sentiment and hopes he sounds as smooth as he’s aiming to be.
The venue’s small - not somewhere the attendees would recognize him or the paparazzi would expect him to go - so Nick has no problem walking out to the parking lot and getting in his car without incident. He’s deliberating over what he wants to listen to on the drive home when Delta calls, and when he picks up the phone and she asks how Gotye was, he says, “Really, really good.”
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