Nice Guys Club
Title: Nice Guys Club
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers/Warnings: mild slash
Ships: Dean/Terry
Summary: Nice guys don’t always have to finish last.
Length/Completion: 798 words, complete
Notes: Prompt 30. Change @ 100quills
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters. J.K. Rowling owns them. I just get to play for awhile.
It had started as a way to cope. They were both quintessential nice guys, destined to always lose the girl to the adventurous types, the ones who would eventually break the girl’s heart the way she had broken theirs, but by then they hoped to not care a jot about her heart anymore. They always would care-they weren’t called nice guys for nothing-but if they could pretend for a little while to be rogues, then maybe they wouldn’t hurt so much.
“I heard she and Flint broke up last week,” said Dean with little feeling, leaning back into the couch cushions. He turned to look at his visitor, watching for a reaction that didn’t ever come.
“Yeah,” Terry answered with a nod. He looked over at Dean as well, their expressions such perfect mirrors that they smiled a little in response.
“I suppose it’s time to either invite him to join us, or to officially disband this little club.”
“Yeah,” repeated the other, not looking away. “I’m not sure I’ve even come here for the proper reasons for quite a few months now.”
Dean swallowed, but there was a lump in his throat that just wouldn’t go away. For nice guys, they’d had surprisingly little to say to one another lately that wasn’t a lie. For Terry to even get that close was a breech of the tentative agreement they’d made when they decided to meet once a week to lament the mutual loss of Katie Bell. Then again, it wasn’t as if they’d held to any other part of the agreement very well. The meetings moved from the Leaky Cauldron to their respective flats. The conversation had shifted from Katie to other birds to finally their own lives. And the unspoken words had changed from silences between two blokes who barely knew one another to a thick tension between two people who….
Well, it was unspoken for a reason.
Terry didn’t stop there, though. “I guess mostly I’ve just gotten used to your company,” he said, shifting a little in his seat. Dean couldn’t help but notice he was a fraction of a centimetre closer now. “Do you-do you know what I mean?”
“Yeah,” Dean said softly, the lump in his throat making his voice sound foreign and strained. He moved his own seating position, trying to tell himself that it was only a coincidence that his hand was now resting right at the edge of the cushion. “I-I don’t want her to ruin something else.”
“What could she possibly ruin now?” Terry asked, cocking his head to the side. One eyebrow was slightly raised so that it was hidden by the fringe of his hair, making his face look a little lopsided. Dean resisted the urge to reach out and brush the hair back.
“If we disband our meetings.”
Terry looked horrified. “Merlin, Dean, I didn’t mean we’d stop seeing each other.” This time when he moved, there was no denying he was closing the distance between them. The couch felt a lot smaller in the space of a second. “We don’t need her anymore.”
There was something about the way he said the words that made Dean’s heart feel just a little bit lighter. Terry was right. They had needed her in the beginning. They never would have just pulled each other aside and started talking without a good excuse, and a mutual ex-girlfriend was an excuse, if not really a good one. But now, well, he wasn’t even sure Katie would have come up in conversation if it weren’t for her recent break-up.
“I-” Dean started.
“You don’t have to say anything,” Terry said softly, laying his hand on top of Dean’s. It was warm and comforting even as hard as it was shaking.
“I don’t want to.”
“Me either.”
And then they were no longer on their separate cushions, waiting for a signal or a word that they had passed the official dividing line in their friendship. They were suddenly one big tangle of lips and tongues, arms and legs, and Merlin it was it the best thing Dean had ever felt in his life. It was no tentative first-date kiss, but one that had built up over months, released now with such intensity that he thought, this is why Katie and I broke up…there’s no possible way I could have felt this with her.
When they pulled apart, Terry was smiling, lips still puffy from the ferocity of their advances. “Think we should start a new club?”
Dean grinned. “I’m in if you are.”
“Definitely in,” the other said, then frowned. “But no Flint. I think this club needs to be very exclusive.”
Dean’s mouth turned up in a smirk. “You know, I hear Katie’s got some availability….”
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers/Warnings: mild slash
Ships: Dean/Terry
Summary: Nice guys don’t always have to finish last.
Length/Completion: 798 words, complete
Notes: Prompt 30. Change @ 100quills
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters. J.K. Rowling owns them. I just get to play for awhile.
It had started as a way to cope. They were both quintessential nice guys, destined to always lose the girl to the adventurous types, the ones who would eventually break the girl’s heart the way she had broken theirs, but by then they hoped to not care a jot about her heart anymore. They always would care-they weren’t called nice guys for nothing-but if they could pretend for a little while to be rogues, then maybe they wouldn’t hurt so much.
“I heard she and Flint broke up last week,” said Dean with little feeling, leaning back into the couch cushions. He turned to look at his visitor, watching for a reaction that didn’t ever come.
“Yeah,” Terry answered with a nod. He looked over at Dean as well, their expressions such perfect mirrors that they smiled a little in response.
“I suppose it’s time to either invite him to join us, or to officially disband this little club.”
“Yeah,” repeated the other, not looking away. “I’m not sure I’ve even come here for the proper reasons for quite a few months now.”
Dean swallowed, but there was a lump in his throat that just wouldn’t go away. For nice guys, they’d had surprisingly little to say to one another lately that wasn’t a lie. For Terry to even get that close was a breech of the tentative agreement they’d made when they decided to meet once a week to lament the mutual loss of Katie Bell. Then again, it wasn’t as if they’d held to any other part of the agreement very well. The meetings moved from the Leaky Cauldron to their respective flats. The conversation had shifted from Katie to other birds to finally their own lives. And the unspoken words had changed from silences between two blokes who barely knew one another to a thick tension between two people who….
Well, it was unspoken for a reason.
Terry didn’t stop there, though. “I guess mostly I’ve just gotten used to your company,” he said, shifting a little in his seat. Dean couldn’t help but notice he was a fraction of a centimetre closer now. “Do you-do you know what I mean?”
“Yeah,” Dean said softly, the lump in his throat making his voice sound foreign and strained. He moved his own seating position, trying to tell himself that it was only a coincidence that his hand was now resting right at the edge of the cushion. “I-I don’t want her to ruin something else.”
“What could she possibly ruin now?” Terry asked, cocking his head to the side. One eyebrow was slightly raised so that it was hidden by the fringe of his hair, making his face look a little lopsided. Dean resisted the urge to reach out and brush the hair back.
“If we disband our meetings.”
Terry looked horrified. “Merlin, Dean, I didn’t mean we’d stop seeing each other.” This time when he moved, there was no denying he was closing the distance between them. The couch felt a lot smaller in the space of a second. “We don’t need her anymore.”
There was something about the way he said the words that made Dean’s heart feel just a little bit lighter. Terry was right. They had needed her in the beginning. They never would have just pulled each other aside and started talking without a good excuse, and a mutual ex-girlfriend was an excuse, if not really a good one. But now, well, he wasn’t even sure Katie would have come up in conversation if it weren’t for her recent break-up.
“I-” Dean started.
“You don’t have to say anything,” Terry said softly, laying his hand on top of Dean’s. It was warm and comforting even as hard as it was shaking.
“I don’t want to.”
“Me either.”
And then they were no longer on their separate cushions, waiting for a signal or a word that they had passed the official dividing line in their friendship. They were suddenly one big tangle of lips and tongues, arms and legs, and Merlin it was it the best thing Dean had ever felt in his life. It was no tentative first-date kiss, but one that had built up over months, released now with such intensity that he thought, this is why Katie and I broke up…there’s no possible way I could have felt this with her.
When they pulled apart, Terry was smiling, lips still puffy from the ferocity of their advances. “Think we should start a new club?”
Dean grinned. “I’m in if you are.”
“Definitely in,” the other said, then frowned. “But no Flint. I think this club needs to be very exclusive.”
Dean’s mouth turned up in a smirk. “You know, I hear Katie’s got some availability….”