Stay

"STAY" (1/1)
by Kat B.
Copyright 2001
PAIRING: Nick/AJ
RATING: NC-17 or X or whatever
DISCLAIMER: Fantasy, people, not reality...Much to my dismay, their sexual preferences are a mystery to me. I just made the whole thing up in my dirty little mind...
CONTACT ME? Most definitely. bonenkaos@centurytel.net

"Hey, thanks again for letting me stay, J," Nick said flatly.

"Not a problem," AJ replied as he pulled two sodas out of the mini-bar.

Heading over with them, he looked at Nick and frowned. His band mate and best friend was slumped in a chair, his statement that of someone who’s world had just crashed down around him.

Handing him one of the sodas, he asked, "You all right, dude?"

Nick shrugged, staring at an inconsequential spot on the wall. "Guess so, as all right as a guy who’s fiancee just dumped him for a woman can be."

"Dumb question," AJ mumbled to himself.

"What?"

"Nothing." AJ paused then continued, "Hey explain to me again why it’s you who had to find somewhere else to sleep tonight? I mean, she dumped you, it’s you’re hotel room, shouldn’t she be the one looking for another place to crash?"

"I know, your right, but I couldn’t. She doesn’t know anyone else in this whole city. Where would she have gone?"

"How’s that your problem?" AJ found it hard to see past the anger he felt on his friends’ behalf.

Nick threw up his hands. "I dunno, I guess cuz I still care."

Standing, he crossed the room to the window and looked out running a hand through his unruly blond locks. "As dumb as it sounds, I still care. I would have worried about her all night if I’d kicked her out."

"Man, she didn’t deserve you."

"Thanks." Nick sighed. "If you‘ve got somewhere to be, go. I’ll be fine."

"Na, just a pool hall, I’d rather stay here."

Nick laughed. "Yeah right. Since when do you prefer sitting around a hotel room to shooting pool?"

"Since my best friend needs some company. Come on, you really think I’d enjoy myself knowing you’re sitting back here depressed and alone?"

Nick turned and smiled feebly at AJ. "Thanks. You’re a good friend."

AJ smiled back mischievously. "Say that AFTER I kick your ass in one of your video games."

Nick snorted. Everyone knew he ruled at video games. "Yeah right. Which one?"

"You pick."

"You’ll be sorry."

"Don’t be so sure."

Nick’s smile widened and he headed over to one of the many bags of stuff he’d shown up at AJ’s door with. He hadn’t unpacked yet when his now ex-fiancee had dumped the news on him.

Fishing out his PS2, he walked over to the TV and bent around it to the back, searching for the right hook-ups.

AJ shifted in his seat, averting his eyes from Nick’s butt which was facing him at that moment. Too late, AJ realized as his groin tightened uncomfortably. He didn’t know why, but Nick’s butt, among other features, had been doing that to him a lot lately. It got really bad on stage some nights when Nick was in a booty shaking mood. It got down-right embarrassing when they were in a room alone together, like now, and he couldn’t blame it on a sexy fan flashing him.

AJ’s eyes wandered back to Nick’s backside, even as he berated himself. Not for getting turned on by a guy – he was actively bi-sexual – but for getting turned on by Nick. He didn’t want to feel that way about him, about his best friend.

Sometimes he wondered if Nick was attracted to him too. Like when Nick flashed him a sexy smile, or threw his arm around him for pictures, or brushed against him seemingly on accident on stage. At times like those, he thought he could almost see a flash of desire in Nick’s eyes, desire for him, but just as fast it would be gone and AJ would be left wondering if he’d imagined it, if it was just wishful thinking.

Nick turned abruptly to ask AJ something but the question was lost to him when he caught a glimpse of naked desire in AJ’s soulful brown eyes. They both looked away at the same time. AJ trying to get himself under control, Nick trying to pretend he hadn’t just seen what he was pretty sure he’d just seen.

He had known AJ was bi-sexual, AJ had been very up front about that with the group. He hadn’t known that AJ was turned on by him. He wondered how long his friend had felt that way about him? As long as he’d been feeling it for him? Longer? Or just tonight? Questions raced through Nick’s head, questions he wasn’t sure if he wanted answered. He’d had thoughts about guys before, but he’d never acted on them and wasn’t sure he wanted to now. So, he decided to just let the incident go. Not talk about it. Hope AJ didn’t want to talk about it either.

Turning back to the TV, he finished getting it ready. "There," he said a minute later. "All set."

Walking over to the couch, he sat a safe distance from AJ on it and handed him his controller. Their hands brushed, both of them pretending not to notice the jolt it sent through their bodies.

"Ready to loose to the master?" Nick asked, trying to break the tension in the room.

"Kiss ass," AJ replied good-naturedly, thankful that Nick didn’t want to talk about catching him checking him out.

Nick laughed as the game started.

*****

A couple hours later, they were still playing, Nick up five games to one, and the one, AJ had gotten lucky on. AJ had expected to loose, he’d just egged Nick on to get his mind off the bitch now occupying his room and probably ringing up a tab. Nick was sometimes too nice for his own good.

As their seventh game wound down and it became apparent AJ didn’t have a shot in hell, he looked over at the clock. "Shit, Nick, it’s getting late. We should probably call it a night. Got that photo shoot early in the morning."

Nick looked at the clock too. "Yeah, your probably right." Reaching down, he shut off the video game, then leaned back against the couch and stretched.

AJ jumped up off the couch, afraid if he didn’t, he’d jump him. "Let me just get a couple things out of the bedroom, and it’ll be all yours."

"What are you talking about?"

"I’m giving you the bed. I’ll sack out here on the couch."

"No way. I’m not kicking you out of your own bed."

"Don’t be ridiculous. You’re way too tall to sleep on this couch. You’d get a shitty night’s sleep and have bags under your eyes come morning. I’m sure the makeup lady would love that."

"Still, I’m not taking over your bed. You can’t tell me you’d be comfortable here yourself."

AJ looked down at him sprawled across the couch, thinking, ‘I would if you were under me.’ Shaking the image that thought produced out of his head, he answered, "Well, then what are we going to do?"

"Sleep together." Nick hadn’t meant that the way it came out, and his face turned red as he watched hunger flash again in AJ’s eyes.

"I don’t think so. I’m taking the couch."

"No, you’re not. I’ll leave if you suggest that one more time." Nick stated as he stood up, not sure why he was pushing the issue. "Now come on. The damn bed’s king sized. There’s plenty of room on it for both of us. It doesn’t make sense for one of us to get a shitty night’s sleep when we have that shoot in the morning, not when we can both be comfortable."

AJ almost laughed, knowing that if he slept in the same bed as Nick, comfort would be the last thing he felt. He knew he couldn’t keep arguing the point though, or Nick would start asking why. "Fine, whatever."

With that, he stalked back to the bedroom and emerged a couple minutes later in a white wife-beater and baggy black sweatpants. Nick knelt down by the door and started to dig through his bags for something to wear to bed, realizing he didn’t have anything. He always slept nude.

"Dude, you might as well move that stuff into the bedroom and unpack some of it. We’re here for a couple days."

"I’ll get my own room tomorrow." Nick replied distractedly, trying to figure out what he was going to do about pajamas.

"Have you forgotten that this town’s booked solid, because of us? There are no other rooms."

"Fuck, I forgot."

"Don’t worry. I don’t have a problem with you staying here."

"Even if I’m naked?" Another impulse statement Nick regretted the minute he said it.

"What?" AJ asked in a strangled voice, taken off guard, images flying through his head at the suggestion.

"I didn’t… I mean, I meant… shit. I sleep naked, so I didn’t pack anything to wear to bed. I guess I’ll have to sleep in my jeans, at least tonight."

AJ shrugged, trying for an air of indifference, even though his gut was clenching. "Suit yourself, if that’s what you want. If I were you though, I’d at least strip to my boxers."

Nick decided AJ was right, so he grabbed his bags and followed him to the bedroom. Stripping down, Nick avoided looking at AJ. He could feel his eyes on him, and he was fighting with everything he had to keep his body from reacting to it. Turning off the light, he climbed under the covers and laid down on his side, facing away from AJ.

"Night J. And thanks again."

"Night Nicky." AJ said, staring up at the ceiling, knowing he wasn’t going to get much sleep lying in the same bed as the object of his desire lay next to him. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t even realize he’d called him Nicky instead of Nick.

Nick did though, and it didn’t sit well with him. It turned him on. God only knew why, he’d always hated it when the guys called him that. But somehow, in that bed, in the dark, AJ’s raspy voice made it sound erotic.

A long time later, they both drifted off, floating into dreamland.

*****

AJ was dreaming about Nicky again. That was his pet name for him in his fantasies. In this dream, he and Nick were in his hotel room, Nick on top of him, grinding against his pelvis, kissing him long and hard and deep. AJ moaned in his sleep, thinking this was the best dream he’d ever had. It seemed so realistic, so vivid. He returned Nicky’s kiss eagerly, weaving his hands through his messy blond hair.

Slowly, as the kissing continued and the grinding intensified, AJ realized he wasn’t dreaming. Nick really was on top of him, they really were making out. With a strangled cry of surprise, AJ tried to wiggle out from under him. No luck. Nick was bigger than him, and heavier. He was pinned down. Grabbing Nick’s shoulders, he shook him, trying to get his attention since he was unable to say anything with Nick’s hot tongue in his mouth.

Nick came around, reluctantly pulling himself from his dream… then he too realized it wasn’t a dream. He was really on top of AJ, in AJ’s bed, his tongue in his mouth. He knew he should stop, knew what they were doing could fuck up their friendship, but he didn’t care. He was too horny at that moment to care. Then he realized AJ was shaking his shoulders, trying to dislodge him.

Abruptly, he pulled away, leaning back on his elbow and running a hand through his hair. "Shit, J. What was that about?"

"You tell me. You were the one on top, and on my side of the bed I might add." AJ replied flatly. He missed Nick’s body on top of him. His mouth on his. Nick was a damn good kisser.

Nick looked around and realized he was right. That meant that he’d initiated the encounter. Holy shit. What the hell did that mean?

"I must have been having a dream."

AJ hesitated. "About what’s her face?"

Nick looked over at him, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. AJ had ceased to call her by name the minute Nick had told him what had happened earlier that evening. She’d gone from Julie to ‘bitch’ or when he was feeling more generous, ‘what’s her face’. He thought about lying, saying it was about ‘what’s her face’, but he didn’t want to. He wanted AJ to know the truth. His statement turned serious as he said, "No, you."

AJ sucked in his breath. He hadn’t expected that answer. "Nick,…" he started.

Nick’s stomach sank at the tone of voice AJ used. "Never mind."

He turned away and grabbed his pillow, starting to get up. AJ reached across the bed and grabbed his wrist to stop him. Nick hesitated and looked back at him over his shoulder.

"Where are you going?"

Turning away again, he said, "To the couch, where I should have been in the first place."

"No."

"Why?"

"I…I want you here." There he’d said it. Now it was up to Nick.

Nick’s head whipped around, searching AJ’s eyes for the meaning behind his words.

"As in…"

"As in, here." AJ said huskily as he got up on his knees and enclosed Nick’s face in his palms.

Leaning in for a kiss, he kept his eyes on Nick’s, prepared to back off at the slightest sign from him. When he was millimeters away from Nick’s lips, Nick groaned and closed the distance. That was AJ’s undoing. All the good intentions, the concerns about their friendship, went out the window. He’d wanted him for so long, and now that he knew Nick wanted him too, there was no turning back.

Nick brought one hand up to the back of AJ’s head and braced the other on the bed. Leaning forward, he pressed AJ back against the sheets, once again covering him with his body. AJ groaned into his mouth, as Nick ground their erections against each other. Nick shuddered at the sensations washing over him. He’d never known kissing a man could be so damn intense.

AJ pushed on his chest, and Nick pulled away and looked down at him questioningly. "What’s wrong J?"

He closed his eyes. Nick had called him J lots of times, but it had never sounded so sexy before. Opening his eyes again, he said, "Nothing. I just want to slow this down a little. Make it last."

Nick smiled seductively. "I see. What did you have in mind?"

AJ pushed him off and onto his back, coming down to straddle his hips in one fluid movement. Nick was impressed. He started to run his hands up AJ’s sweatpants clad thighs, but AJ grabbed his wrists and stopped him. "Not yet. Just lay back and enjoy. Let me show you how good this can be."

Nick swallowed hard, and nodded. The promise in AJ’s voice making his already hard cock even harder.

AJ bent down and brushed his lips against Nick’s softly, teasingly. He moved away, kissing his jaw line, down the side of his neck and across his collarbone, out to his shoulder. Nick tried to keep his breathing even, clutching the sheets in his fists as AJ’s mouth explored his body. When AJ’s mouth latched onto his nipple, Nick’s body jerked off the bed and he cried out. He was one giant nerve ending, and every touch, every kiss, was almost painful.

AJ loved the way Nick’s body responded to his touch. He was so damn responsive in fact, that AJ was starting to loose control himself. Kissing, licking and nipping his way down Nick’s chest and stomach, he paused at the waistband of his boxers.

"Lift your hips, Nicky."

Nick obliged and a moment later he was completely naked, in all his glory. AJ looked down at his large cock and licked his lips. Repositioning him self between his legs, he bent his head down and licked up his sensitive shaft, straight up the pulsing vein on the underside of his cock, all the way to the tip, where he dipped his tongue in the little slit there and tasted pre-cum.

"Oh shit, J. Please, I need to cum, please." Nick begged.

AJ didn’t want to wait any longer either. With one swift movement, he closed his mouth around Nick and took as much of him in as he could. Nick jerked off the bed and screamed at the shock. He grabbed AJ’s head and started guiding him up and down, coming closer to the edge as AJ deep throated him.

AJ reached up and palmed Nick’s balls, rolling them over his fingers.

Nick groaned and tensed. "So close, don’t stop. Oh shit, oh fuck, suck me, J yes, yes, I’m gonna cum, Oooh shiiit ahhh….

AJ swallowed as he exploded in his mouth, and continued to suck him off until he’d gotten every last drop. Pulling away and looking at Nick’s face, he smiled. Nick looked like he was in never-never land.

AJ laid down next to him and laid a hand across his stomach. He’d dreamed of this happening for so long, he was still having a hard time believing it. He could taste Nick in his mouth and loved it.

Nick slowly came back down to earth, and AJ’s bed. He was unnerved by what had just happened, and the fact that he was getting turned on all over again as AJ absently traced his belly button with his finger. Reaching down, he grabbed AJ’s hand in his and stilled his movements. Bracing himself on his elbow, he turned and looked down into AJ’s eyes. Without a word, he lowered his head and kissed him, groaning when he tasted himself in the kiss.

Letting go of AJ’s hand, he slid his down AJ’s chest, past his tattooed belly button, inside the waistband of his sweatpants, and circled his cock. With slow, practiced movements he began to jerk him. Nick hardened once more as AJ moaned into his mouth and gripped his shoulders.

AJ was getting close and he wanted to be inside him when he came. Pulling his mouth away from Nick’s, he whispered huskily, "Please, Nicky, let me make love to you."

Nick shuddered. Both from excitement, and fear. "It’s gonna hurt isn’t it?"

"Yeah, at first," AJ admitted, "But then it’ll feel so good."

Nick stared into AJ’s brown eyes, overwhelmed by the emotion he saw reflected there. He couldn’t deny him. "OK."

AJ got out of the bed and rummaged through a bag until he found the lube. Nick watched from the bed as he walked back over. Nick swallowed nervously at his size, wondering how that was all going to fit in him. But he trusted AJ and even as scared as he was, he was more excited.

AJ could see the nervousness in Nick’s eyes, and vowed to take it slow. Climbing back onto the bed he motioned for his new lover to get on his hands and knees. AJ groaned as he looked down at his ass. He couldn’t help himself. He spread his cheeks apart and bent down, licking his opening.

Nick jerked in surprise, then groaned in pleasure. He’d never felt anything so good before. He sucked in a breath as AJ slowly slid a lubed finger in. He felt him move inside him, then moaned when he hit something that sent waves of pleasure through his body.

AJ found his prostate and tapped it. When Nick moaned, AJ’s cock hardened even more. After a minute, he slid another finger in, then another and another, doing as much as he could to stretch Nick and get him ready for his cock. Nick was panting and moaning and it was bringing AJ dangerously close to the edge, just knowing that he was the cause of Nick’s pleasure.

"J, please, God, just do it! I can’t stand it anymore. I want you inside me, now!" Nick begged.

AJ pulled his fingers out, lubed himself and pressed his hard cock against Nick’s opening. "Are you sure, Nicky?"

"Yes, goddammit, now!"

AJ needed no further encouragement. Slowly he pushed his way inside, inch by achingly slow inch until he was fully inside, his balls resting against Nick’s ass cheeks. He sucked in a breath as Nick’s muscles contracted around him, forcing himself to stay still while Nick got used to him.

Nick gasped at the searing pain, fighting to relax his muscles, reminding himself that it would get better. It had too. Finally, after a long moment, the pain started to subside, and he was left with the fullness of AJ inside him. He liked it, but wanted more.

"Are you OK?" AJ asked, his voice heavy with restrained need.

"Yes, J, fuck me, please," Nick begged.

AJ gripped Nick’s hips and started to withdraw, then plunge back in slowly, wanting to make it last. "God, Nicky, you’re so tight, so hot, so good,"

"Harder," Nick responded desperately, gasping every time AJ hit his prostate.

AJ groaned and started pumping faster, unable to hold himself back. He was close, and he wanted Nick to cum with him. Reaching around Nick, he grasped his dick and started jacking him in rhythm to his thrusts.

"Oh shit, J, oh fuck, I’m gonna cum, oh…my….God….ahhhh!" Nick exploded all over the sheets.

That was all AJ needed. He let go of Nick’s cock and grabbed his hips again. Thrusting one last time, he emptied himself in Nick’s ass, screaming his name as he came.

They both collapsed, AJ on top of Nick, laying that way for an indeterminate amount of time as their breathing and heartbeats returned to normal.

Finally, AJ rolled off Nick and Nick turned, pulling AJ into his arms. "That was amazing. Why didn’t we do that before now?"

AJ chuckled. "Beats me. But I promise to make up for lost time."

"J?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Nicky."

~~~~~~

The end.