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strickens-girl.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Sep. 24th, 2005 02:44 pm)Ok, another peek into the RPS backstage'verse. Written for the 'Drugs challenge.
Title: Remembering
Pairings: Nick/Kelly, Nick/David, Nick/Seth, Nick/James...damn, but the boy gets around. *g*
Rating: Mature/Adult
Warnings: RPS, twincest, drug use.
Word Count: 500
Memories are strange things. Sometimes a smell or song can bring back memories so powerful they can drop you to your knees.
Nick had a strange way of remembering the men in his life.
Kelly was pot. Just the hint of smoke brought him back to the times he and his twin would tack blankets around the bottom bunk, Kelly's, not that it mattered. Nicky never stayed in the top bed like their mom wanted. They would sit in that makeshift fort and hotbox all day, giggling at nothing and feeling fine. They'd spend hours in there, in this haven, exploring each other with trembling fingertips and tentative tongues. It was safe and innocent and so damn perfect, just the smell of it could be tears to the young man's eyes.
Dave was alcohol. So many nights, the two men hit the bars after filming, picking up a couple of pretty young things to take home. Although more than half the time the girls ended up cutting out but the boys never seemed to care. Nicky loved being under Davey, especially when he tasted of lime and salt. Loved feeling the large hands that pushed and pulled in just the right way, making him ache and hurt so goddamned good that he always begged for more. Dave liked it when he begged, so Nicky did it a lot. It was hard and painful and so amazing that the burn of it down his throat still took Nick's breath away.
Seth was ecstasy. He remembered the first hit of it with his small friend. It was surreal. Nick was sure he could feel his pulse in his skin. Hell, he could feel Seth's pulse from the other side of the room. Every touch, every kiss, every sensation was so heightened, he was sure he could hear the words that Seth was carving into his skin with his fingers and tongue. It was so bizarre and unreal that just the hint of it could make him laugh until his sides hurt.
And then there was James. James was coke. Nick remembered slipping into his blond friend's trailer for a snort. At first, he was surprised to see James using something so hard, especially on set, but it made sense. How else was the manic blond keeping up such a grueling pace and staying so thin? That first snort shot through his body like fire, lighting Nicky up from the inside. He couldn't hold still, couldn't wait for coyness or foreplay. He needed James and needed him now, no matter how worn out or used he'd felt. He had to feel that perfect cock sliding into him, giving or taking, it really didn't matter. He wanted James to want him just as much as he wanted the drug. But he knew better. It was powerful and degrading and in the end, when Nicky wound up in rehab, he wasn't sure if he was trying to get clean of the drugs or the men.
Title: Remembering
Pairings: Nick/Kelly, Nick/David, Nick/Seth, Nick/James...damn, but the boy gets around. *g*
Rating: Mature/Adult
Warnings: RPS, twincest, drug use.
Word Count: 500
Memories are strange things. Sometimes a smell or song can bring back memories so powerful they can drop you to your knees.
Nick had a strange way of remembering the men in his life.
Kelly was pot. Just the hint of smoke brought him back to the times he and his twin would tack blankets around the bottom bunk, Kelly's, not that it mattered. Nicky never stayed in the top bed like their mom wanted. They would sit in that makeshift fort and hotbox all day, giggling at nothing and feeling fine. They'd spend hours in there, in this haven, exploring each other with trembling fingertips and tentative tongues. It was safe and innocent and so damn perfect, just the smell of it could be tears to the young man's eyes.
Dave was alcohol. So many nights, the two men hit the bars after filming, picking up a couple of pretty young things to take home. Although more than half the time the girls ended up cutting out but the boys never seemed to care. Nicky loved being under Davey, especially when he tasted of lime and salt. Loved feeling the large hands that pushed and pulled in just the right way, making him ache and hurt so goddamned good that he always begged for more. Dave liked it when he begged, so Nicky did it a lot. It was hard and painful and so amazing that the burn of it down his throat still took Nick's breath away.
Seth was ecstasy. He remembered the first hit of it with his small friend. It was surreal. Nick was sure he could feel his pulse in his skin. Hell, he could feel Seth's pulse from the other side of the room. Every touch, every kiss, every sensation was so heightened, he was sure he could hear the words that Seth was carving into his skin with his fingers and tongue. It was so bizarre and unreal that just the hint of it could make him laugh until his sides hurt.
And then there was James. James was coke. Nick remembered slipping into his blond friend's trailer for a snort. At first, he was surprised to see James using something so hard, especially on set, but it made sense. How else was the manic blond keeping up such a grueling pace and staying so thin? That first snort shot through his body like fire, lighting Nicky up from the inside. He couldn't hold still, couldn't wait for coyness or foreplay. He needed James and needed him now, no matter how worn out or used he'd felt. He had to feel that perfect cock sliding into him, giving or taking, it really didn't matter. He wanted James to want him just as much as he wanted the drug. But he knew better. It was powerful and degrading and in the end, when Nicky wound up in rehab, he wasn't sure if he was trying to get clean of the drugs or the men.
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