#corenick

Another aesthetic! This ones for pride month and the Grojband fic I wrote to accompany it- The Peaceville Pride Parade

(Pics from Pintrest, edited by me)

Corey has a super secret song diary of his own and when he misplaces it he can only imagine the worst.

————————————————— “Where is it!, I could have sworn I just had it!” Corey whispered to himself, on the verge of panicking but just barely keeping it together as he searches the garage, throwing and flipping thing with more force than required.Worst case scenarios already playing in his mind, flaming the near bursting feeling of panic whirling in his stomach.

"What if Trina found it, what if she is reading it to the entire town right now" Corey thought to himself, feeling slightly lightheaded, trying and failing to keep his breathing under control. “What if she finds out," Corey stops in his tracks, panic almost consuming him as he swallows the now heavy lump on his throat. "What if she already knows.”

The sound of footsteps approaching from the garage door interrupts his frantic thoughts, “when did I leave the garage door open?” Corey thought idly, not entirely concerned about who the footsteps belong to.

“Nick Mallory could sense distress” Nick stated as he confidently walked towards where Corey was currently kneeling over a pile of boxes; papers and discarded wires scattered everywhere across the floor.

He stops a few steps away from Corey, as if contemplating whether or not to to step closer,"Is Corey Riffin alright?" he asks as he cautiously leans forward, silently examining the situation. 

"Oh hey Nick, yeah I’m okay just, looking for something. its a bit risky you being here, since Trina is only a wall away from dry humping you if she find out." Corey murmured, trying to look as occupied as possibly so as not to show how nervous he was being alone with hunky Nick Mallory, or how jealous that his sister gets away with such behavior in the first place. 

"Nick Mallory wants to help you find what your looking for." he said as he crouches down next to Corey, not touching, but close enough that Corey could feel the heat radiating from his body and smell his deodorant and a hint of fresh leaves and a unique smell of Nick. 

“Okay" Corey said hesitantly, not sure if its entirely a good idea but not thinking clearly either, consumed by the proximity and the scent of Nick Mallory, and those eyes, God, those beautiful, confident, mesmerizing blue eyes.

 Shit, say something. "it’s just a dark blue notebook with a baseball sketch on the cover.” Corey said, his voice slightly trembling. Smooth Corey.

Nick began looking in a box that seemed yet to be scrambled into, he didn't seem to notice the lingering gaze Corey had just tried his best to recover from, or didn't seem to mind. ” Nick Malory is curious, what is in this notebook that has Corey Riffin so.. on edge" 

Corey stopped half through flipping through a box of spare amp wires, trying to come up with an explanation that isn't "oh, it's a book where I write songs about what I sometimes truly feel, things occupy my mind more than i care to admit, like the 5 pages i devoted to jingles about setting my sister's hair on fire, or whether chili dogs should be outlawed because what if puppies misinterpret the name and get offended, or the rest of the pages where i ramble on about how perfect your hair is, and how cute it is that you refer to yourself in the third person and whether your lips are as soft and perfect as they look", because Corey has a brain and is currently desperately trying to use it.

Instead he says, "what makes you think I'm on edge?" trying to keep his voice light and playful, so as not to seem like his trying to change the subject.

Nick turns to him, staring him in the eyes with an expression Corey can't quite decipher, more serious and deep compared to Nick's default confident and relaxed gaze. "I always notice when your not happy Corey, it makes my senses go nuts"

"i always notice when your not happy Corey, it makes my senses go nuts"

Um, what?

What the fuck just happened, what the actual fuck. Corey's mind feels like its short circuiting, he tries to speak but all that comes out is a shuddering breath, the words keep re-playing in his mind. All of a sudden Nick looks so close, much closer than he was a few second ago.

Corey feels his mouth go dry, he licks his lips hoping that regaining moisture would help him regain speech.

Nick's eyes follow the movement of his tongue, his own lips parted, taking slow controlled breaths. His eyes leaving Corey's lips only after realizing his openly staring, only to look intensely back at Corey, gaze open, and honest and not at all regretful of his earlier declaration. 

In the first person.

"I uh," Corey begins, trying desperately to find words, the sudden tension in the room so thick it could be cut with a knife.

"Corey," Nick Mallory basically purred as he slowly started closing the distanced between them, giving Corey enough time to back away if he wanted to. And Corey most definitely doesn't want to.

This is is Corey don't screw this up, God he looks so good. Corey thought to himself as he leaned in trying to close the distance faster, get to hunky Nick Mallory's lips faster.

"Like grrr Mina i wanted a life size statue of Nick, this is obviously missing three perfectly hunky inches!" Trina Riffin shouted as she exited her room, clearly to busy criticizing Mina to pay much attention to her surroundings as she descended the stairs that connect her room with the garage. 

"Sorry Trina", Mina mumbled as she followed Trina towards her car.

"Ah shit" Corey whispered grabbing Nick Mallory by his Jacket and cramming them both in the nearest closet where they store the extra amps and mike stands, also all the boxes of old memories that used to be in the garage before Grojband decided to use the space more effectively.

With all the boxes and the limited room, Corey find himself pinned flush against Nick's chest, with shelves on both sides it's a tight squeeze for more than one person to begin with.

Nick looks at Corey with a slight upturn of his lips, leaning forward and whispering "Nick Mallory thanks you for the save," before giving Corey a chaste kiss on the lips, sweet and quick, as though tasting the waters,"Nick Mallory prefers Corey Riffin over his sister anyway", and then seals their lips once more in a deeper kiss that Corey reciprocates instantly, loosing himself into it. Nick wraps his arm around Corey's waist pulling him flush against his body.

The kiss is heated and hungry and only stop when they are both desperate for air, smiling at each other dopely none letting go of the other, just enjoying the closeness and sensation of being in each other's arms.

Corey looks around the room, his eyes already adjusted to the darkness, his eyes fall on the shelf over Nick's shoulder where they put the batteries and wires for the mikes. 

"Oh there's my diary" Corey exclaims excitedly, before realizing his choice of words.

"Diary?" Nick asks with an amused expression on his face.

"yeah..,diary" Corey answers face reddening, not sure how to recover from the slip.

Nick kisses his neck, now crimson from embarrassment, then his cheeks and finally a soft kiss on his lips, and whispers in Corey's ear, "Nick Mallory thinks Corey looks cute when he blushes"