Ahhaha. wow. ok. BECAUSE - PART 3
So.
You all have me writing MORE OF THIS THING
it started out as like
a crack!fic distraction
and now it has PLOT
and is totally gonna get SERIOUS
pfffft.
I love everyone.
This part was supposed to be longer I just
kinda DIED LAUGHING at how it ended.
:D
Part 1
Part 2
Joe didn’t want to move…ever again. He could just lie there with Nick forever. He said as much and Nick laughed, poking his stomach and it growled in response. Breakfast time…ok, more like brunch at eleven, but Joe groaned and stood, leading the way to his private bathroom. He’d deal with his roommates later and try and figure out who had seen him and Nick before. They showered quickly, and they showered together, and Joe offered makeup that Demi had left last time she was over to cover the hickey but Nick just shrugged. Apparently he had nothing to hide and Joe just wished he could have that same confidence.
They each dressed in a pair of Joe’s boxers, sweatpants and t-shirts, matching comically as they moved towards the kitchen. Nick flinched and was walking a bit stiffly which just made Joe a little worried but mostly proud of himself. He flashed his brother a grin and a wink before finally going into the kitchen and schooling his features once more. Jack and Garbo were there, but Ryan was probably out by now at his softball game. It could still be any of them, though, and he acted as casually as he could.
“Hey,” he said, heading for the fridge and taking out the eggs, cheese, and fresh vegetables. He brought them over to the stove and put them down, grabbed the frying pan, spatula, salt and pepper and then finally had everything he needed. “Make yourself at home,” Joe told Nick and nodded to the large kitchen table that could easily sit six; one at each end and two on each side, even though only four people lived in the house.
“Sweet, Joe’s up!” Jack said enthusiastically, “Make me an omelet, bro? Pretty please?”
“That depends,” Joe said seriously. “Was that you at my door this morning?”
Jack laughed as if Joe was joking and he noticed Garbo’s eyes take in the hickey on Nick’s neck. “Naw, man. But I seriously considered it like…ya know, beating down your door and saying ‘Make me breakfassst!’” Jack was the type to talk with his hands and he dropped to his knees as he yelled the last three words and everyone burst out laughing.
Garbo looked at Nick’s neck again and Joe asked, “How ‘bout you, Garbs?”
“Huh?” he looked at Joe and then blinked, “No, I just got back…must have been Ryan or something.” He gestured at the groceries and said, “It was my week to shop, remember?”
“Did either of you, uh, have anyone over last night or this morning?” Nick asked, “’Cuz if it wasn’t either of you then it’s kinda freaking me out that Joe’s door moved all on it’s own.” Nick was such a great actor and Joe felt a moment of pride at the hint of child in the tone as well as the statement being firm. He was still trying to find out if it had been one of them.
“Nope,” Jack said and Garbo shook his head. “Why?” he raised his eyebrows suggestively, “What were you two up to?” Garbo hit him hard on the arm and he said, “Ow!” and brought his other hand up to massage it gently.
Finally, Joe lit the stove and got to work on Jack’s omelet first. He believed them. “You want one, Garb?” as he took down a second frying pan.
“Sure, thanks. I like this you cooking thing…”
“Me too,” Jack said. “Oh…your parents and Frankie stopped by this morning.” Joe blinked and forced himself to keep going as if this were no big deal, but when he glanced at Nick he saw his brother looked terrified at the thought that it might have been one of them. He put some of the veggies in the pan with some oil to get them started and did the same on the other pan for Garbo. “They dropped off some mail; it’s on the coffee table in the living room.”
“Did they come in?” Joe asked casually.
“Frankie used the bathroom, but other than that…no.” The regular bathroom was across from Joe’s room. He shivered at the thought that it could have been Frankie. Garbo asked Nick something about the Yankees which drew Jack’s attention and left Joe to his thoughts and cooking, which he was perfectly fine with.
“Ryan’s girlfriend looked hot last night; I think they’re getting serious. She slept over and everything.” The sudden change in subject caught Joe’s attention as he put omelets in front of Jack and Garbo and headed back to clean the pans and make his and Nick’s.
Joe had never met Sarah and the fact that she’d been over and he hadn’t even known kind of threw him for a loop. Ryan seemed to think she was amazing, and every time Joe was supposed to meet her something came up. Either he had to cancel or she did. Weird how some things just weren’t meant to be. Well, if they got married they’d have to meet at the wedding because Joe would be there. “Did she go watch him play?” Nick asked.
“Yeah, they left like ten minutes before you dragged your sorry asses in here.” So their suspect list had gone from two to three. Frankie, Ryan and Sarah. If it was Frankie, well, that was like playing with a bomb that might or might not explode. Sarah was a wild card, he didn’t know her very well and Ryan was pretty trustworthy. He always felt a little uneasy when it came to strangers.
He heard Garbo turn on the TV to the replay of last night’s Mets game and he busied himself finishing the omelets, bringing them over when they were done and putting one in front of Nick. He took the seat next to his brother and pulled his seat close, leaning over to whisper in his ear. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this…” And he did, and whenever Joe got this particular feeling he was usually right. It was a weird, gnawing sensation in his stomach, and it felt like tiny electrical currents were playing with every hair on his body. Nothing would show outwardly except for his expression and body language, but inside he felt tense.
“Oh, come on…I’m sure it was just Frankie trying to see if we’d babysit him for the day,” Nick whispered back, and Joe thought about it. It was plausible, and if it were Frankie then at least it was a family member. He just wished he knew, and he needed to talk to Frankie either way. Nick snorted and said, “We could always move to Ohio.”
Joe narrowed his eyes and said, “What?”
“You know…” he gave Joe a look that the twenty year-old couldn’t quite decipher. “Whatever. We can go back to Jersey in September…Rhode Island is nice for the kind of plans we have…” Finally Joe got it. He was naming states where incest was legal. Apparently in Ohio Nick would be considered of age and in Jersey once he hit eighteen they wouldn’t face any penalties at all. “My God, you’re dense…anyway, I don’t really want to live in Cali forever. I kinda miss the snow and the East Coast.”
“Yeah,” Joe said, suddenly no longer hungry. He inched even closer to Nick and wrapped his arms around those broad shoulders. Repercussions, legality, he hadn’t given any of it much thought and maybe he should have. When he’d decided to give this a shot, he’d meant it with his whole heart. If there was anything he hadn’t wanted to do, he wouldn’t have done it. The problem, as it turned out, was that he’d wanted it. Badly. He let Nick elbow him off and pushed his plate out of the way before his forehead fell onto the table with a loud thunk. “Ow…” he mumbled into the wood.
“Joe?” Nick asked and he heard the others asking if he were okay.
He pushed himself back up and said, “I’m fine. Just…shit, I’m just weird. I mean, I’m feeling weird, not sick but…like something bad is going to happen.”
Nick stood up quickly and Joe could tell he was upset. “What? Just because…ugh, I knew this was going to happen. You’re regretting it, aren’t you?”
Joe blinked stupidly and Garbo and Jack intelligently stayed silent, almost holding their breath like they were waiting for the delivery of the last scene of a play. “What? Nicky, no. No!” He stood as well and grabbed Nick’s hand. “Let’s just…go talk in my room, okay?”
“No. We can talk about this here. We’re all friends, right?” Nick glared daringly at Garbo and Jack as if willing them to disagree and they held their ground.
Joe saved them the need to answer, though. “Nicholas. I don’t regret anything. Okay, that’s a lie, but I don’t regret anything to do with you or this.” He tugged at Nick’s hand and closed the distance between them, bringing their lips together in a chaste kiss.
“Oh,” Nick sighed when the kiss ended, cheeks bright with color. “That was, I mean…oh.” He sat back down and Joe shook his head, tousling Nick’s curls before taking his own seat again as well.
“My God, you are so high maintenance,” he joked and Nick actually smiled. “So…” he said, resisting the urge to blush as well considering the shocked looks on their friend’s faces. “How ‘bout them Yankees?”
You all have me writing MORE OF THIS THING
it started out as like
a crack!fic distraction
and now it has PLOT
and is totally gonna get SERIOUS
pfffft.
I love everyone.
This part was supposed to be longer I just
kinda DIED LAUGHING at how it ended.
:D
Part 1
Part 2
Joe didn’t want to move…ever again. He could just lie there with Nick forever. He said as much and Nick laughed, poking his stomach and it growled in response. Breakfast time…ok, more like brunch at eleven, but Joe groaned and stood, leading the way to his private bathroom. He’d deal with his roommates later and try and figure out who had seen him and Nick before. They showered quickly, and they showered together, and Joe offered makeup that Demi had left last time she was over to cover the hickey but Nick just shrugged. Apparently he had nothing to hide and Joe just wished he could have that same confidence.
They each dressed in a pair of Joe’s boxers, sweatpants and t-shirts, matching comically as they moved towards the kitchen. Nick flinched and was walking a bit stiffly which just made Joe a little worried but mostly proud of himself. He flashed his brother a grin and a wink before finally going into the kitchen and schooling his features once more. Jack and Garbo were there, but Ryan was probably out by now at his softball game. It could still be any of them, though, and he acted as casually as he could.
“Hey,” he said, heading for the fridge and taking out the eggs, cheese, and fresh vegetables. He brought them over to the stove and put them down, grabbed the frying pan, spatula, salt and pepper and then finally had everything he needed. “Make yourself at home,” Joe told Nick and nodded to the large kitchen table that could easily sit six; one at each end and two on each side, even though only four people lived in the house.
“Sweet, Joe’s up!” Jack said enthusiastically, “Make me an omelet, bro? Pretty please?”
“That depends,” Joe said seriously. “Was that you at my door this morning?”
Jack laughed as if Joe was joking and he noticed Garbo’s eyes take in the hickey on Nick’s neck. “Naw, man. But I seriously considered it like…ya know, beating down your door and saying ‘Make me breakfassst!’” Jack was the type to talk with his hands and he dropped to his knees as he yelled the last three words and everyone burst out laughing.
Garbo looked at Nick’s neck again and Joe asked, “How ‘bout you, Garbs?”
“Huh?” he looked at Joe and then blinked, “No, I just got back…must have been Ryan or something.” He gestured at the groceries and said, “It was my week to shop, remember?”
“Did either of you, uh, have anyone over last night or this morning?” Nick asked, “’Cuz if it wasn’t either of you then it’s kinda freaking me out that Joe’s door moved all on it’s own.” Nick was such a great actor and Joe felt a moment of pride at the hint of child in the tone as well as the statement being firm. He was still trying to find out if it had been one of them.
“Nope,” Jack said and Garbo shook his head. “Why?” he raised his eyebrows suggestively, “What were you two up to?” Garbo hit him hard on the arm and he said, “Ow!” and brought his other hand up to massage it gently.
Finally, Joe lit the stove and got to work on Jack’s omelet first. He believed them. “You want one, Garb?” as he took down a second frying pan.
“Sure, thanks. I like this you cooking thing…”
“Me too,” Jack said. “Oh…your parents and Frankie stopped by this morning.” Joe blinked and forced himself to keep going as if this were no big deal, but when he glanced at Nick he saw his brother looked terrified at the thought that it might have been one of them. He put some of the veggies in the pan with some oil to get them started and did the same on the other pan for Garbo. “They dropped off some mail; it’s on the coffee table in the living room.”
“Did they come in?” Joe asked casually.
“Frankie used the bathroom, but other than that…no.” The regular bathroom was across from Joe’s room. He shivered at the thought that it could have been Frankie. Garbo asked Nick something about the Yankees which drew Jack’s attention and left Joe to his thoughts and cooking, which he was perfectly fine with.
“Ryan’s girlfriend looked hot last night; I think they’re getting serious. She slept over and everything.” The sudden change in subject caught Joe’s attention as he put omelets in front of Jack and Garbo and headed back to clean the pans and make his and Nick’s.
Joe had never met Sarah and the fact that she’d been over and he hadn’t even known kind of threw him for a loop. Ryan seemed to think she was amazing, and every time Joe was supposed to meet her something came up. Either he had to cancel or she did. Weird how some things just weren’t meant to be. Well, if they got married they’d have to meet at the wedding because Joe would be there. “Did she go watch him play?” Nick asked.
“Yeah, they left like ten minutes before you dragged your sorry asses in here.” So their suspect list had gone from two to three. Frankie, Ryan and Sarah. If it was Frankie, well, that was like playing with a bomb that might or might not explode. Sarah was a wild card, he didn’t know her very well and Ryan was pretty trustworthy. He always felt a little uneasy when it came to strangers.
He heard Garbo turn on the TV to the replay of last night’s Mets game and he busied himself finishing the omelets, bringing them over when they were done and putting one in front of Nick. He took the seat next to his brother and pulled his seat close, leaning over to whisper in his ear. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this…” And he did, and whenever Joe got this particular feeling he was usually right. It was a weird, gnawing sensation in his stomach, and it felt like tiny electrical currents were playing with every hair on his body. Nothing would show outwardly except for his expression and body language, but inside he felt tense.
“Oh, come on…I’m sure it was just Frankie trying to see if we’d babysit him for the day,” Nick whispered back, and Joe thought about it. It was plausible, and if it were Frankie then at least it was a family member. He just wished he knew, and he needed to talk to Frankie either way. Nick snorted and said, “We could always move to Ohio.”
Joe narrowed his eyes and said, “What?”
“You know…” he gave Joe a look that the twenty year-old couldn’t quite decipher. “Whatever. We can go back to Jersey in September…Rhode Island is nice for the kind of plans we have…” Finally Joe got it. He was naming states where incest was legal. Apparently in Ohio Nick would be considered of age and in Jersey once he hit eighteen they wouldn’t face any penalties at all. “My God, you’re dense…anyway, I don’t really want to live in Cali forever. I kinda miss the snow and the East Coast.”
“Yeah,” Joe said, suddenly no longer hungry. He inched even closer to Nick and wrapped his arms around those broad shoulders. Repercussions, legality, he hadn’t given any of it much thought and maybe he should have. When he’d decided to give this a shot, he’d meant it with his whole heart. If there was anything he hadn’t wanted to do, he wouldn’t have done it. The problem, as it turned out, was that he’d wanted it. Badly. He let Nick elbow him off and pushed his plate out of the way before his forehead fell onto the table with a loud thunk. “Ow…” he mumbled into the wood.
“Joe?” Nick asked and he heard the others asking if he were okay.
He pushed himself back up and said, “I’m fine. Just…shit, I’m just weird. I mean, I’m feeling weird, not sick but…like something bad is going to happen.”
Nick stood up quickly and Joe could tell he was upset. “What? Just because…ugh, I knew this was going to happen. You’re regretting it, aren’t you?”
Joe blinked stupidly and Garbo and Jack intelligently stayed silent, almost holding their breath like they were waiting for the delivery of the last scene of a play. “What? Nicky, no. No!” He stood as well and grabbed Nick’s hand. “Let’s just…go talk in my room, okay?”
“No. We can talk about this here. We’re all friends, right?” Nick glared daringly at Garbo and Jack as if willing them to disagree and they held their ground.
Joe saved them the need to answer, though. “Nicholas. I don’t regret anything. Okay, that’s a lie, but I don’t regret anything to do with you or this.” He tugged at Nick’s hand and closed the distance between them, bringing their lips together in a chaste kiss.
“Oh,” Nick sighed when the kiss ended, cheeks bright with color. “That was, I mean…oh.” He sat back down and Joe shook his head, tousling Nick’s curls before taking his own seat again as well.
“My God, you are so high maintenance,” he joked and Nick actually smiled. “So…” he said, resisting the urge to blush as well considering the shocked looks on their friend’s faces. “How ‘bout them Yankees?”