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Nick groaned as the younger boy ran after him, arm extended out toward him. It was another game of tag. It wore the kid out though, so Nick would play until he heard a small yawn escape from the boy's lips. It was only the second round, so they had a few more rounds to go before Ellis would get tired. Nick glanced behind his shoulder at the boy, not paying attention to the statue he was about to run into. Ellis grinned madly knowing he had Nick practically cornered.
"Heh, I told ya' I could catch ya', Nick."
Nick rolled his eyes when the boy reached out and tapped him on the chest and hollered 'TAG' in his thick southern accent. He gave him a head start, looking up at the sky before pulling his suit coat off and laying it carefully on the bench.
"I smoke too much to be playing this goddamn game…"
Nick muttered under his breath before unbuttoning a few buttons on his shirt and running after Ellis.
"You know, for someone you're size, you're a fast fucker, Ellis."
He coughed a little, stumbling over his feet trying to catch up with Ellis before seeing his bright blue eyes peak out from under his hat and golden curls. He was starting to get too cocky about constantly winning these games of tag. He only won because Nick couldn't keep up with Ellis and he'd have to sit down for a minute or two and catch his breath. He held onto the buckle of his belt, running faster after the younger man. He laughed, winded, as he caught up to him, finally grazing his fingers over his arm.
"Tag, fireball."
Ellis huffed playfully and turned around, rushing over to plant a small kiss on Nick's cheek. Both of their eyes grew wide. Ellis wasn't sure what came over him, and Nick wasn't sure of what just happened. Neither of them swung that way, or at least they didn't think they did. They were (as Ellis called them) bro's for life, and nothing more. Well, then why had Ellis kissed Nick on the cheek?
"Ellis! Did you just… did you just kiss me?!"
Of all the years Ellis had known Nick, he hadn't ever seen him get this angry. Not even the time when they left the gun bag on Vergil's boat was he this angry. Ellis's eyes sunk back under his hat rim and hair, taking a few steps back from Nick.
"Nick, I-I didin' mean it…"
Nick thought about everything in that very second. That very second he remembered all the nights where he'd lay next to Ellis and softly place his hand over his. All the nights he'd lie and say there was only one blanket left to lye close to Ellis. In that very second, Nick knew that they both swung that way. More than either of them wanted to believe.
"Nick, 'Ahm sorry! Please say som'thin' ta' me, I didin' mean it, 'ahm sorry!"
Nick grabbed Ellis's shoulders; hard. The younger man tried to shrink away but couldn't leave the grip of the conman's hands.
"Don't you ever be sorry for doing something, Ellis."
He wasn't sure if it was his way of trying to comfort the younger man, or if it was his way of answering the questions they both had, but Nick crashed his lips down against the mechanic's. Nick could feel how wide Ellis's eyes grew, but he kept his shut with his hands gripping his upper arms like his life depended on it. Nick began to think that Ellis would draw back and push him away, and in that very second he felt two hands grasp his face with a forceful tip of the head. He wasn't ever one to take orders, but he wanted to see what this kid wanted for once, seeing how he rarely asked or told anyone what he wanted. He slowly moved his lips in time with Ellis's, soft, tender, strawberries-and-crème stained lips. Just as soon as the movement of their lips began, there was a tender push between Nick's lips, breaking them open so he could taste the mechanic's tongue. It wasn't cold like his lips; it was hot. And the taste of strawberries and crème was much stronger, as if Nick was lapping at the dessert itself. He figured he tasted like that awful mouthwash, but Ellis didn't stop massaging his tongue against the foreign object. Nick caught himself sucking softly at every chance he could, soaking up the taste and feel of this. It was weird. It wasn't like kissing a girl, not at all. Nick could feel the scruff of Ellis's face brushing against his own. Nick could feel the bulkiness of clothing and muscle against him. Nick could feel the mechanic's thick hands roaming all over his body feverishly. Ellis's lips were soft though, softer than you would have guessed to be on this kid. Hell, this kid rarely showered, so chap-stick seemed out of the question, but apparently it wasn't even a necessary thing for him to use. Nick couldn't help himself; he nipped roughly at the mechanic's thick bottom lip, making a loud, approving groan arise from the bottom of the mechanic's throat. With a smirk, he pulled away and opened his eyes, letting go of the mechanic.
"You're still it, overalls."
"Heh, I told ya' I could catch ya', Nick."
Nick rolled his eyes when the boy reached out and tapped him on the chest and hollered 'TAG' in his thick southern accent. He gave him a head start, looking up at the sky before pulling his suit coat off and laying it carefully on the bench.
"I smoke too much to be playing this goddamn game…"
Nick muttered under his breath before unbuttoning a few buttons on his shirt and running after Ellis.
"You know, for someone you're size, you're a fast fucker, Ellis."
He coughed a little, stumbling over his feet trying to catch up with Ellis before seeing his bright blue eyes peak out from under his hat and golden curls. He was starting to get too cocky about constantly winning these games of tag. He only won because Nick couldn't keep up with Ellis and he'd have to sit down for a minute or two and catch his breath. He held onto the buckle of his belt, running faster after the younger man. He laughed, winded, as he caught up to him, finally grazing his fingers over his arm.
"Tag, fireball."
Ellis huffed playfully and turned around, rushing over to plant a small kiss on Nick's cheek. Both of their eyes grew wide. Ellis wasn't sure what came over him, and Nick wasn't sure of what just happened. Neither of them swung that way, or at least they didn't think they did. They were (as Ellis called them) bro's for life, and nothing more. Well, then why had Ellis kissed Nick on the cheek?
"Ellis! Did you just… did you just kiss me?!"
Of all the years Ellis had known Nick, he hadn't ever seen him get this angry. Not even the time when they left the gun bag on Vergil's boat was he this angry. Ellis's eyes sunk back under his hat rim and hair, taking a few steps back from Nick.
"Nick, I-I didin' mean it…"
Nick thought about everything in that very second. That very second he remembered all the nights where he'd lay next to Ellis and softly place his hand over his. All the nights he'd lie and say there was only one blanket left to lye close to Ellis. In that very second, Nick knew that they both swung that way. More than either of them wanted to believe.
"Nick, 'Ahm sorry! Please say som'thin' ta' me, I didin' mean it, 'ahm sorry!"
Nick grabbed Ellis's shoulders; hard. The younger man tried to shrink away but couldn't leave the grip of the conman's hands.
"Don't you ever be sorry for doing something, Ellis."
He wasn't sure if it was his way of trying to comfort the younger man, or if it was his way of answering the questions they both had, but Nick crashed his lips down against the mechanic's. Nick could feel how wide Ellis's eyes grew, but he kept his shut with his hands gripping his upper arms like his life depended on it. Nick began to think that Ellis would draw back and push him away, and in that very second he felt two hands grasp his face with a forceful tip of the head. He wasn't ever one to take orders, but he wanted to see what this kid wanted for once, seeing how he rarely asked or told anyone what he wanted. He slowly moved his lips in time with Ellis's, soft, tender, strawberries-and-crème stained lips. Just as soon as the movement of their lips began, there was a tender push between Nick's lips, breaking them open so he could taste the mechanic's tongue. It wasn't cold like his lips; it was hot. And the taste of strawberries and crème was much stronger, as if Nick was lapping at the dessert itself. He figured he tasted like that awful mouthwash, but Ellis didn't stop massaging his tongue against the foreign object. Nick caught himself sucking softly at every chance he could, soaking up the taste and feel of this. It was weird. It wasn't like kissing a girl, not at all. Nick could feel the scruff of Ellis's face brushing against his own. Nick could feel the bulkiness of clothing and muscle against him. Nick could feel the mechanic's thick hands roaming all over his body feverishly. Ellis's lips were soft though, softer than you would have guessed to be on this kid. Hell, this kid rarely showered, so chap-stick seemed out of the question, but apparently it wasn't even a necessary thing for him to use. Nick couldn't help himself; he nipped roughly at the mechanic's thick bottom lip, making a loud, approving groan arise from the bottom of the mechanic's throat. With a smirk, he pulled away and opened his eyes, letting go of the mechanic.
"You're still it, overalls."
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"Oh my God, it's CHRISTMAS!"
The whole house was roused at 6:28am on December 25th by an exultant cry. Nick groaned and covered his head with a pillow. Coach muttered about kids not respectin' anybody else's rest, and turned over in bed. Rochelle had been slowly waking up for an hour already, and gave up trying to fall back asleep. She groggily stumbled towards the bathroom, but was intercepted by a flying ball of muscle in red-and-green boxers.
Ellis, grinning hugely, nearly picked the woman up with his hug. "Come on, Ro, there's presents!" She staggered when he put her down and danced down the hall, calling for Nick and Coach to come out an
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Ellis stood in front of the mirror, examining himself, from hatless head, to booted toe. "GOD DAMN OVERALLS! WHAT'S TAKING SO LONG?!" Nick called from the other room. Truth be told the young man had been holt up in the bathroom since he got home from work a good hour or two ago, and it was now nearing the "6 o' clock" mark. Reasonably it had the gambler a little nervous about their dinner reservations at 7. Ellis however wouldn't be coaxed out of the bathroom until he had deemed himself perfect for the outing.
Today was Valentine's Day, and unfor
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He'd really meant to be finished with all of it by the time Nick and his mother got back. Mainly because he'd wanted it to be a surprise for them without being teased about it. Unfortunately for him the duo pulled into the driveway as he was propped on the ladder, mid-way between each end of the gutters and far too high off the ground to possibly hide what he'd been up to.
A rock tapped at his skull somewhere behind his ear.
He placed the plastic holder he'd been maneuvering in place before glancing over his shoulder and then down and around as Nick circled about the ladder's legs.
"What're you doing?"
"What're ya, blind? I'm puttin'
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wow this one sucks. well, whatever. enjoy either way.
edit: and now there's a picture to go along with it! [link]
thank you to the loveliest lady of them all, *LOVELYBONEZ~
nick, ellis (c) valve
edit: and now there's a picture to go along with it! [link]
thank you to the loveliest lady of them all, *LOVELYBONEZ~
nick, ellis (c) valve
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You made my day feel better with this adorable fluff ^^