Nick didn’t pay that much attention to the movie that was playing until a sex scene came on. The way this girl was manhandled made Nick feel all sorts of ways. Every time he watched the guy do something to her, he imagined it was Eddie doing it to him. He shifted in his seat before looking over at Eddie, who was very poorly trying to cover up a boner.
Eddie noticed Nick staring and spoke up. “Do you need something, sweetheart?” He asked.
“Um…yeah.”
“What do you need?”
“…You.” Nick responded.
Eddie caught on right away because of course he did.
“Gotta be more specific than that, baby.” Eddie placed his hand on Nick’s thigh.
Nick looked over at the bed. “Um, on bed. All fours? Fuck me? Please?”
“Good job, Nicky. Go get ready for me.”
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Nick immediately followed directions, undressing himself and getting into position on the mattress.
Eddie quickly followed, kneeling behind him. He took in the sight of Nick. His hands massaged Nick’s ass before placing a firm slap on one cheek.
Nick moaned and slightly fell forward. He quickly got back into his first position. “Please? Wanna…”
“Shh, I know.” Eddie slowly slid inside of Nick.
His thrusts started off slow until Nick spoke up.
“Faster? Please? Hard…fast…”
“Yeah? Want me to fuck you til you can’t walk?”
“Uh huh. Please?”
Eddie nodded, picking up the pace immediately. Nick tightly gripped onto the bed sheets as his face rubbed against the mattress. His moans got very loud. Eddie had to reach his hand up and put his fingers in Nick's mouth. Nick immediately started sucking on them.
“You’re just my little slut, huh? A slut for Papi?”
“Mhm.” Nick whined against fingers, taking mental note of that name Eddie used.
Eddie pulled his fingers out to spank Nick. “Say it.”
Nick moaned. “Yes- yes, Papi. I’m your slut-”
“Good boy.” Eddie patted Nick's cheek.
Nick had already felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge and that little move nearly sent him over.
“Fuck,, I’m gonna cum. Can I please cum, Papi?”
“Yeah- go ahead, sweetheart. Cum for me.”
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Nick moaned loudly as he finished. A couple rough thrusts later and he felt Eddie cum inside him. Eddie pulled out, taking in the sight. Nick stayed in the same position, feeling some drip down his leg.
“Does it look good?” Nick asked.
“So fucking good.”
Nick flipped around and looked down. He brought his fingers down to collect some cum before bringing it up to his mouth and sucking them clean.
“Mmm.” Nick moaned before pulling his fingers out. “Thank you, Papi.”
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Prompt: “i don’t want to fight anymore”
Ship: eddienick (eddie kingston x nick jackson)
Word Count: 659
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“You’re so stuck in the past, you’re not even looking at how good I am right now! This is the best version of myself! I’m better than I’ve ever been.” Nick raised his voice. He was in the middle of an argument, all because Eddie stated he didn’t like how Nick changed.
“No, you’re not! You’ve just become an asshole with no awareness of how other people feel. I don't know what’s gotten into your head, what someone told you, but you are so much worse now. What is this even going to achieve in the long run?” Eddie asked.
“What do you mean? We’re already champions, we go on there and put on our best and win. Every week.”
“Do you? Because the last time I checked, you didn’t need to cheat to put on “your best”, and what are these people even doing here? What are they bringing to the table? What do they even give you?”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Nick scoffed. “They were there before you even knew I existed.”
“But they left! I didn’t! I’ve been here the whole time, trying to support you and you’re making it really fucking hard to do so.” Eddie responded.
“Why? Why is it so hard for you when I have a whole group of people out there that support me.”
“Is that what you think? Cause I’ll tell you right now, the only person in that group that actually supports you, is Matt. Everyone else is just using you. Especially Kenny.”
“Shut up.” Nick looked away.
“What’s the matter? Can’t handle the truth?”
“You’re just wrong! You have no idea- Kenny has always been there for us. He shows us that he cares.”
“What and I don’t? I’m sure you know so much about caring. You care about me so much that you didn’t even think of asking me about this- this whole turn thing.” Eddie gestured to Nick.
“Cause it didn’t matter! What you thought about it didn’t matter because it’s my decision! I don’t care about your input or what you think!”
Eddie sighed. If he had known this whole thing would turn Nick into as much of a dick as it has, he would’ve told Nick to stay far away from it.
“Your decision, huh? So, Kenny had nothing to do with it, right? You really think he has your best interests in mind? You think, after all this is over, that Kenny’s gonna care about you?”
“God, why are you so damn obsessed with Kenny?! Are you mad that I’m spending more time with him? Or that we’ve been friends longer? Or are you jealous because he’s actually successful?” Nick snapped.
Eddie let out a defeated laugh.
“I don’t wanna fight anymore, Nick. I’m tired of it.”
“So, that’s it? This conversation is over? You’re just gonna stop?”
“I can’t do it anymore. I’m done.”
“What’s that supposed to mean, Eddie?” Nick sighed.
“This. Us.” Eddie gestured between the two of them. “It’s over. We’re done.”
“You’re breaking up with me?” Nick’s voice cracked.
“I tried. I really fucking tried to reason with you, but you are not the same person I fell in love with. I don’t think you ever will be. You made it clear you don’t wanna change, so this is it.”
Eddie grabbed his belongings and headed towards the door. He stopped and turned around to face Nick and say one last thing.
“You know I wish you and Matt all the success in the world. I’ll always be proud of you, no matter what. That being said, when this success goes away, when everyone leaves you, when you find out I was right, don’t come crawling back to me.” Eddie opened the door and left.
Nick stared at the door, dumbfounded. He may have just ruined the best thing he ever had. He could feel tears welling up. Where does he go from here?
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thoughts on eddie/nick as a ship pairing? bc i think they’d work so well together just based on eddie’s reaction to seeing them come back on all access
Nothing Suits Me Like a Suit (Except for You) - also on AO3
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Eddie wakes up to see Nick come into their hotel room after Dynamite on April 24th.
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Title from Nothing Suits Me Like a Suit from How I Met Your Mother. It's pretty much always stuck in my head, and now it has proven useful!
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Eddie yawns and wakes up to feel eyes on him. He hadn’t meant to nap, but all the bullshit that had gone down with the show must have knocked him out. He blinks awake. All he needs to see is the edges of purple in the corner of his vision to make the connection.
“Peacock, what do you want from me?” he mumbles pushing himself to sitting. “That suit’s fuckin’ stupid, by the way.”
“Nice to see you, too,” Nick says, and he makes himself comfortable on Eddie’s lap, like he’s supposed to be there.
He is, of course. But Eddie sort of hates that he is. “Get the fuck out,” Eddie says, shifting his hips to try and throw Nick off. But Nick just grins and grinds down, like it’s on purpose, like he’s loving it. “After that shit you pulled with Tony, I don’t want nothin’ to do with you.”
Nick sighs. Somehow even the facial hair, hideous as it is, looks good on him. “Is that really true?” he asks. He doesn’t even try to hide his smile.
“Yeah,” Eddie says. “It is. You’re being a bigger shit even than Matt lately. At least all he did was hold the boss.” He nods down to Nick’s thighs. “You really showed your ass out there.”
“Hey!” and, finally, Eddie’s getting something a little farther from the mask. “It was embarrassing.”
“Stop doing embarrassing shit and embarrassing shit will stop happening to you,” Eddie says, shrugging. “Now get your ass out of my lap unless you’re willing to be good.”
Nick rolls his eyes. “You don’t like it when I’m good.”
“I like you when you’re not being a prick,” Eddie says, pinching a part of Nick’s ass where the pants ripped. The boxers are nice quality but thin, and Nick squeaks. “Showed your ass,” Eddie murmurs. He pauses. “Get on my lap.”
“What?” Nick asks.
“You gonna be an asshole, you’re gonna get punished,” Eddie says. “Now. Across my lap.”
Nick eyes him, hesitant. “I’m in my clothes.”
“You got a big enough rip in those pants it won’t matter.”
Nick drapes himself across Eddie’s thighs, ass up and ready. Eddie takes the moment to eye what’s in front of him. Usually he’s got a little less annoyance running through his veins when he’s got a pretty man draped on top of him, but maybe Nick has earned it this time. Eddie paws at the hole in Nick’s pants, pulling at the seams so the thread pulls apart more.
“This is a weird tactic,” Nick grumbles. “Also, are you going to do anything?”
“Maybe,” Eddie says, pulling at the fabric a little harder. The seam fully separates into two distinct sides, leaving most of Nick’s underpantsed ass on display.
“This suit was so expensive,” Nick sighs. “I already have that first pair getting fixed, but I think you just effed this one up past the point of – oh.”
Eddie grins as Nick relaxes into the first gentle smack of his ass. He never goes too hard, even with a layer of underwear in between his hand and Nick’s skin, but the sound and the way Nick’s muscle moves under his hand doesn’t need much force to be good.
Nick stretches, popping his ass up. He hums.
“You’re not supposed to be enjoying this so much,” Eddie mutters, swatting again.
Nick shrugs off the suit jacket and puts it on the floor. He’s got on a comparatively boring shirt underneath. Eddie hopes he can rip that, too. “What, you gonna punish me better or something?”
“I could kick you out,” Eddie says, tapping his fingers on the spot where he knows Nick’s ass must already be smarting. “Haul you up and dump you in the hallway like the dishes from room service.”
“You wouldn’t,” Nick scoffs. “You haven’t even seen me shirtless.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Eddie says. He adds a little more behind this next hit, firm with a flat palm, and he finally gets Nick mewling. “There it is. Can’t be a little bitch when you’re trying not to fall off my lap, can you?” He slides his hand into the pants, trying to get to a little skin. He finds the waistband and pulls it down, grinning at the pink skin he can see. He lets it snap back and Nick sighs. “Much better. Sometimes, I like you more when you shut up.”
Nick whimpers again and ruts against Eddie’s thigh.
“Yeah, I saw that coming,” he sighs. “You think you deserve that tonight? Think you get to come after all you did?”
“I – no,” he says. “But maybe – maybe you get to make me come?” He glances over to Eddie, face red from being just the wrong side of horizontal. And likely from something else. “Maybe it’s not for me, right?”
“Don’t try the boo boo eyes,” Eddie says sharply. He smacks Nick’s ass again, and Nick’s eyes flutter closed. He doesn’t even remember to hide his smile. “You ain’t Matty and I ain’t Mox.”
“Don’t bring up my brother when I have a hardon,” Nick says.
“Don’t beat the shit out of the boss on live television.” Eddie grabs a handful of Nick’s ass, fingers gripping the fabric.
He waits for Nick to wonder, for him to know he’s being made to wait. “Um, hello?” Nick says. He grinds down again, trying to find friction against Eddie’s thigh through all the layers of fabric, but Eddie shifts his leg so Nick can’t get anywhere near where he wants to be.
“Yeah?” Eddie says. He makes sure to get a good handle on the fabric. “What?”
Nick glances over his shoulder. He doesn’t speak.
Eddie chuckles. “Yeah, I know.” He tears. The sound of fabric ripping as it exposes Nick’s ass should become his ringtone. Especially with the little sounds in the background from Nick.
“What are you planning on doing?” he whispers.
Eddie pulls a little harder so all of Nick’s ass is exposed and grins. There’s a good red mark, a vague shape of Eddie’s hand. “Fuck do you think?” He pulls back and hits right at the red spot. Gentler, this time, since there’s no fabric, but Nick moans either way.
“Please,” Nick whines. “Please, I’ll be good. Just – something.”
“Oh, you’ll be good?” Eddie asks. He pinches at Nick’s skin, grinning as Nick squirms. “Not sure you can be good, Nicky.”
Nick hums, finally getting an angle to thrust against Eddie’s thigh. “Please,” he says. “I’ll try.”
“I sure doubt that.” Eddie stands and lets Nick tumble to the floor. He falls, mouth open, and rolls to look up at Eddie. “I already said don’t try the boo boo eyes.”
“I’m not trying boo boo eyes!” Nick argues, but it’s clear even he knows he’s lying.
“Power hungry little bastard.” Eddie leans down and grabs a handful of Nick’s hair, yanking him to his feet. Nick’s smiling, eyes closed. He’s enjoying this too much. And Eddie’s letting him. “You know your real place, don’t you?”
Nick nods.
“Stand up,” Eddie says. “Hands on the bed.”
Nick springs to his feet without any difficulty, even with fabric falling all over the place. He obeys Eddie without argument.
“Wait,” Eddie says. “No touching. No moving. You hear me?”
Nick’s quiet enough that Eddie pauses.
“Oh, am I allowed to talk?” Nick asks. “You know, talking is moving.”
“Now you’re not,” Eddie snaps. “Shut the fuck up. All you can do right now is stand and breathe, you little shit.”
Eddie takes his time as he takes off his belt and grabs the lube. He knows Nick keeps extra in his bags, so he takes his time digging through the layers and layers of clothes, even when it’s clutched in his hand. He resorts to jostling the bag so it sounds like he’s still searching. He’s waiting for Nick to say something. Honestly, he’s waiting for Nick to beg.
“Eddie?” Nick says, and there it is. That quiet, almost pleading tone.
“Yeah?”
“I think I’m gonna be good now,” Nick says. It’s almost sad, how tiny his voice is. But, as everyone who watched tonight knows, he deserves it. “I’m getting cold.”
“Cold, huh?” Eddie asks. He zips the back shut and walks over. He gives a gentle pat to where Nick’s ass is exposed. “Can’t imagine why.”
Nick twitches under his hand. “More?” he asks.
“Yeah? What kind of more?” Eddie asks. He already knows, of course. Nick’s got his ass stuck out so far he can’t want anything else.
“In me,” he says. He drops his head down where his hands are clasped together. In any other setting, he could be praying. “I’m sorry. Whatever I have to do, just. Tell me.”
“Tell you, huh,” Eddie murmurs. He runs his finger shallowly between Nick’s cheeks, reminding him that Eddie is right here. “I want you to stop fucking around with the company. I want you to get your head out of your ass and be a decent boss.”
“Okay,” Nick murmurs. “Okay, I will.”
Eddie knows he doesn’t mean it. He’s going to walk out of here tomorrow morning after kissing Eddie, and he’s going to be just as horrible and just as miserable as soon as he gets back around Matt.
But it’s easy to pretend when Nick is whimpering and right in front of him and promising all these nice things.
“Good boy,” Eddie says, leaning over Nick’s back until he can turn his chin to kiss him. Nick whimpers against his lips, and Eddie is powerless. “Brace yourself.”
“I’m still dressed.”
“Not where it counts.” Eddie grins and swipes a slick finger between Nick’s cheeks. It’s not a yelp, exactly, that comes out of Nick, but it’s equally fun. “See? I don’t even need to get you naked. You’re all ready for me.”
“I am,” Nick says. “I – I want you in me, okay?”
“I can make that happen,” Eddie says, and he finds Nick’s hole easily and slides a finger in like he was made to be there. “Better?”
“Sort of,” Nick mumbles. He drops his head forward on his hands. “Not exactly what I meant.”
Eddie rolls his eyes and slowly moves his finger. “I know what you meant.”
Nick’s finally silent as Eddie gets him ready. He takes his time, knows Nick needs it, even if Nick would insist otherwise. If he’s wound up enough to start committing assault on live television, there’s no way they can take this fast. He’ll draw this out, finger by finger.
He’s heard stories from Mox about Matt. How it’s fast, how it’s rough, how sometimes it’s over right after it’s begun, because Matt is so eager for everything all the time right now. Nick’s got his moments, Eddie muses as the third finger stretches him and Nick sighs against the sheets, but speed is his game in the ring. Not in the bedroom.
“Yeah?” Eddie asks. He pushes away the fabric to get a better look at the way Nick finds space for him. “Ready?”
Nick mumbles something that sounds like, “Have been.”
Eddie sighs and shoves his pants down his hips. He kicks them off. With the way Nick gets sometimes, adding a way to fall over feels like a bad idea. “Alright, baby.”
Nick sighs and stretches his arms forward, catlike, as Eddie slides into him. It’s strange, to be balls deep in the guy when he’s still technically fully dressed, but feeling of the fabric under his fingers as he grips Nick’s waist has a certain appeal.
“You always feel so good, baby,” Eddie murmurs. He pulls back slowly.
“’M always good,” Nick replies.
“Like fuck you are,” Eddie laughs, moving a little more quickly. “This your way of asking for it harder or something?”
“Just stating facts,” Nick says. But the way he looks over his shoulder, the way he grins, says otherwise.
“I see,” Eddie says. He moves one had into Nick’s hair, tugging the ponytail until Nick’s using all that flexibility. “Think you can play around, huh?”
“Playing around is, like, half my job,” Nick says, following back when Eddie pulls almost all the way out. “Get – stop that.”
“Stop what?” Eddie asks.
“Stop teasing,” Nick says. “You’re being all – I don’t know. Whatever it is, I want it different.”
“Okay,” Eddie says. He grabs fabric on either side of where he’s inside of Nick and thrusts in as he rips the clothes apart. It effectively sates a previously unknown part of him, one that wants to prove Nick is his to everyone and make it front page news. “That kinda different?”
“This suit was so expensive,” Nick grumbles, but he whines when Eddie increases his pace. Eddie’s pretty sure he’s forgiven.
Nick is surprisingly quiet the whole time, mostly hums of encouragement, so Eddie is kept with his thoughts and the sounds of his skin slapping against Nick’s.
He groans, deep in his throat, when he feels Nick clench around him. “You wanna come, baby?”
“Want you to,” Nick murmurs. “I wanna feel it.”
Eddie moans, and he wishes he could keep his shit together around Nick a little better. “I will, baby,” he promises. “Any time you want.”
Nick chuckles. “Yeah?”
“Shut up,” Eddie says, laughing with Nick. “I try my best.”
“You do,” Nick murmurs. “Come on.” He tightens around Eddie’s dick. “Come on, I want you to.”
“I will, baby.” Eddie’s too old, way too old, to come on command anymore, but with a little focus he can get himself there. He pushes into Nick one more time with a gasp of Nick’s name, and he lets himself really feel Nick, lets himself enjoy the moment. He comes back to his body and hears something unexpected.
“Are you crying?” Eddie asks. He pulls out, gentle, and turns Nick around. “Babe, what the hell?”
“I want to come,” Nick begs. “But I know – I know I don’t –”
“You know you don’t what?” Eddie asks. He’s already going to Nick’s belt, throwing it to the floor.
“I know I don’t get to,” he whispers.
Eddie rolls his eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous, Nick. You can be as stupid and batshit in the ring as you want. I’m not gonna punish you for real about it. Not in here.” He drops to his knees. “Sit down, babe. I’ll take care of you.”
Eddie pulls what used to be Nick’s pants down his hips. “You really are miserable,” he says, eyeing Nick’s leaking cock. He slides his mouth around Nick, and he can tell, just from the way Nick wails, that this won’t last very long. Good for him, too, because his knees won’t handle this position for too long.
“Eddie,” he whispers, “Eddie, can I?”
Eddie pulls off and uses his hand, “Yeah, Nick. You can.”
He didn’t expect Nick to come on his face. He really didn’t. But Nick sobs out his name and comes, hot and wet, all over Eddie. At the very least, he hadn’t changed into his pajamas yet. He chuckles as he looks up at Nick, who looks like he’s fighting not to fall over back on the bed.
“That was new,” Eddie says. He pulls off his shirt and mops up his face. “You have fun?”
Nick mumbles and falls back on the bed. “Yeah.”
Eddie stands. “You alive?”
Nick’s eyes are closed, his entire body limp. “Probably.”
Eddie leans down and kisses Nick’s forehead. “Up you get, baby. Gotta get you cleaned up after all that.”
Nick sighs, dramatic as ever, but allows Eddie to help him to the shower. He frowns at the heap of material that once called itself suit pants. “Those pants are pretty effed, aren’t they?”
“Were when you ripped the hole in the ass,” Eddie says, patting Nick on the hip. “In the shower. We’ll worry about your pretty little outfit later.”
“But what if –”
Eddie pushes him into the shower. “Stop it. Shut that brain up and let yourself relax. We’ll handle all of it in the morning.”
“In the morning,” Nick echoes. And Eddie can see it in his eyes – he’s finally let the evening go, whatever that means.
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Mini Playlist:
Nothing Suits Me Like a Suit - Neil Patrick Harris
Slow it Down - Kim Petras
No Mercy - Austin Giorgio
Use Me - PVRIS feat. 070 Shake
