a/n: Written for the 2004
Slacken_ties SeSa
"Nicholas, fantastic show, eh?"
Alex peered into his hotel room, the one he shared with Nick. They usually switched around for each stop on their tour, and Alex was always glad when it came time to have Nick as a "roommate" of sorts. Paul talked too much in general and Bob was too laid back, always smiling his quixotic, innocent little smile at Alex whenever he tried to have a serious conversation with the bloke. It could drive a bugger mad. Nick was really the best to share with, especially since they were best mates, not to mention a bit more than that. Best mates with benefits, you could say. Only problem was, Nick could be a bit of a-- well, a princess.
This night was no different. Alex grinned madly as he saw Nick parading before the mirror, checking himself out at every angle imaginable. More specifically, Nick was examining his bum.
"My god, Alex. I do have a big arse, don't I?"
"Oh now, Princess. That kind of talk is blasphemous! Why would you say a thing like that about your bum? It never hurt anyone."
Nick pouted, turning his back to the full-length mirror and looking over his shoulder at the reflection: his bum, well dressed in a pair of rather tight navy blue trousers. He wiggled it, and Alex had to bite his lip to keep from launching into a complete giggle fit at the sight.
"But the girls in the audience are always tryin' to smack it, Alex! You've seen! And then those internet sites you found that time, all the stories say so. They say it's huge! And.. and deadly. Could kill small children. Could smother the queen."
Alex tossed his head to flip back his fringe and stepped into the dressing room, closing the door behind him. He was sweaty from the show, his clothes sticking to his lanky frame, and all he wanted to do was shower and change before heading to bed. This room had a king-sized mattress, his favorite. Made for all good sorts of tumbling about, and also a good night's rest. But if he needed to console his poor image-obsessed Princess and put off his well-deserved relaxation a bit longer, that's what he would do. He was a lovely bloke like that.
He undid his tie and slipped it off completely, strolling up behind his pouting bandmate. With a cheerful hum, he wound his tie around the curve of Nick's ass, as though it were a measuring tape. Nick watched him in the mirror, pretty mouth agape with horror.
"Hmm. You're right, dear. It is a bit sizeable, at that. Perhaps larger than the average arse on the young male species."
"ALEX! You're not helping!"
"No? Well..." Alex tossed the tie behind him and wound his arms around Nick's waist, nestling right between the lovely cheeks Nick was so eager to trash. "Would it help if I told you that I adore your arse just the way it is? And that I take offense to your unkind, insensitive remarks about its size?"
Alex balanced his chin on Nick's shoulder and batted his eyelashes toward him in the mirror's reflection. Nick responded with a shy grin, glancing to the floor, blushing.
"It might."
"Well. That, my Heart of Hearts, is how I feel. And I'll thank you very much to keep from bashing it any further. You don't want to give me--or it--a complex, do you?"
"I wouldn't dare dream."
Alex nodded in satisfaction and Nick turned to face him, cupping the strong angles of the singer's jaw in his palms, bestowing a long, lazy kiss that quietly promised more than a pair of best mates would ever say aloud. Their tongues intertwined and danced, their harmony matching the kind that occurred when they exchanged glances on stage.
"You know," Alex murmured against the corner of Nick's mouth, tasting the after-party liquor. "I was goin' to go to bed, but I think your arse needs some extra attention. Some TLC." He palmed the blissful curves of Nick's bottom and squeezed for emphasis. Nick jumped slightly in response and Alex gave a wonderfully crooked grin. "What do you say to that?"
"I say give it your all, Mr. Kapranos." Nick kissed him again, his arse bouncing with glee and anticipation.
"Nicholas, fantastic show, eh?"
Alex peered into his hotel room, the one he shared with Nick. They usually switched around for each stop on their tour, and Alex was always glad when it came time to have Nick as a "roommate" of sorts. Paul talked too much in general and Bob was too laid back, always smiling his quixotic, innocent little smile at Alex whenever he tried to have a serious conversation with the bloke. It could drive a bugger mad. Nick was really the best to share with, especially since they were best mates, not to mention a bit more than that. Best mates with benefits, you could say. Only problem was, Nick could be a bit of a-- well, a princess.
This night was no different. Alex grinned madly as he saw Nick parading before the mirror, checking himself out at every angle imaginable. More specifically, Nick was examining his bum.
"My god, Alex. I do have a big arse, don't I?"
"Oh now, Princess. That kind of talk is blasphemous! Why would you say a thing like that about your bum? It never hurt anyone."
Nick pouted, turning his back to the full-length mirror and looking over his shoulder at the reflection: his bum, well dressed in a pair of rather tight navy blue trousers. He wiggled it, and Alex had to bite his lip to keep from launching into a complete giggle fit at the sight.
"But the girls in the audience are always tryin' to smack it, Alex! You've seen! And then those internet sites you found that time, all the stories say so. They say it's huge! And.. and deadly. Could kill small children. Could smother the queen."
Alex tossed his head to flip back his fringe and stepped into the dressing room, closing the door behind him. He was sweaty from the show, his clothes sticking to his lanky frame, and all he wanted to do was shower and change before heading to bed. This room had a king-sized mattress, his favorite. Made for all good sorts of tumbling about, and also a good night's rest. But if he needed to console his poor image-obsessed Princess and put off his well-deserved relaxation a bit longer, that's what he would do. He was a lovely bloke like that.
He undid his tie and slipped it off completely, strolling up behind his pouting bandmate. With a cheerful hum, he wound his tie around the curve of Nick's ass, as though it were a measuring tape. Nick watched him in the mirror, pretty mouth agape with horror.
"Hmm. You're right, dear. It is a bit sizeable, at that. Perhaps larger than the average arse on the young male species."
"ALEX! You're not helping!"
"No? Well..." Alex tossed the tie behind him and wound his arms around Nick's waist, nestling right between the lovely cheeks Nick was so eager to trash. "Would it help if I told you that I adore your arse just the way it is? And that I take offense to your unkind, insensitive remarks about its size?"
Alex balanced his chin on Nick's shoulder and batted his eyelashes toward him in the mirror's reflection. Nick responded with a shy grin, glancing to the floor, blushing.
"It might."
"Well. That, my Heart of Hearts, is how I feel. And I'll thank you very much to keep from bashing it any further. You don't want to give me--or it--a complex, do you?"
"I wouldn't dare dream."
Alex nodded in satisfaction and Nick turned to face him, cupping the strong angles of the singer's jaw in his palms, bestowing a long, lazy kiss that quietly promised more than a pair of best mates would ever say aloud. Their tongues intertwined and danced, their harmony matching the kind that occurred when they exchanged glances on stage.
"You know," Alex murmured against the corner of Nick's mouth, tasting the after-party liquor. "I was goin' to go to bed, but I think your arse needs some extra attention. Some TLC." He palmed the blissful curves of Nick's bottom and squeezed for emphasis. Nick jumped slightly in response and Alex gave a wonderfully crooked grin. "What do you say to that?"
"I say give it your all, Mr. Kapranos." Nick kissed him again, his arse bouncing with glee and anticipation.
