pleeeeease please please may i have nicojack and š slow kiss / gentle kiss / inevitable / soft
Mornings with Nico bleed and blend into Jack's life like watercolor on paper - beautiful and soft and bright. In the beginning weeks of the off season, the mornings start as soft as the sheets that cover their bare bodies.
Jack turns into the arm slung over his waist, taking a moment to admire the peace on Nico's sleeping face before pressing a kiss to the tip of Nico's nose. The skin between his eyes scrunches adorably, relaxing as his eyes flutter open. Jack gives his space, so used to Nico in the mornings that he knows exactly how he stretches, when to move away and move back in to pepper kisses across his chess and up his neck until their lips meet.
Nico hums into it, lips moving slow and lazy against Jack's. There are many kinds of kisses they have shared in the time they've known each other, but these kind are one of Jack's favorite. Unhurried and gentle, the kind of kisses that make it feel like they're the only two people in the world.
"Good morning," Nico hums, breath warm against Jack's lips.
"Morning," Jack replies. And that's all the words they share for a while, content to waste away their morning lost in each other's lips, touch, love.
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20. How do they comfort each other when one of them is upset? Is this method of comfort effective?
i think that nico comforts jack by distracting him. jack isn't big on talking about his feelings, so it takes him a bit to actually say whats going on. but nico can always tell, so he'll do something jack really enjoys, like going to his favorite restaurant or watching his favorite movie or having sex. anything that will help calm jack down and make him smile and put him in a mood where he's ready to talk and process his feeling. it is very effective
jack, on the other hand, figured out how to comfort nico without really trying to. nico is earnest guy, he feels his feelings and doesn't try to keep them hidden. but he also doesn't get upset too often, so when they first got together jack didn't really know how to handle upset nico. so he would just hold him, cuddle in bed or on the couch. a lot of physical touch bc jack isn't great with words. but that's exactly what works with nico. just being close to jack comforts him, and if nico wants to talk jack will always listen, even if he has nothing to say back. nico is comforted by jack's presence.
all those i came back wrong type posts that have been big on tumblr recently make me think of nate so i wrote this little thing that is like an idea i guess? or a thesis or something of a potential nate/dawson fic idea i have
i came back wrong and no one knows how to act around me except you. i came back and everyone else is wrong except you. i came back wrong but not to you, because you donāt know me as anything but this. i came back and everything around me feels wrong but you, because i donāt know what right and wrong looks like for you. i came back wrong but maybe i came back right. i came back as the kind of person who can love and be loved by you. i came back wrong but i came back right on time for you.
iām hoping the power to write returns to me eventually bc i think there is something good in there.
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oooh i have barely written nicojack this is interesting
13. things you said at the kitchen table
Moments like this have passed more times than Nico can count. He and Jack, hair a mess, half-dressed with morning breath and sleepy eyes. Sitting in the seats they've each claimed as their own without speaking, habit speaks for itself. Jack's ankle is wrapped around Nico's, he's barely said three words since he crawled out of bed to find Nico at the stove and he still looks mostly dead to the world, but Nico still finds him beautiful. He always does.
Moments like these pass and Nico never appreciates them. Quiet moments at the kitchen table, just him and the man he loves.
"I want to keep this forever," He says.
"What?" Jack says, voice coarse with sleep.
Nico takes Jack's hand in his and brings it to his lips. "You and me at the kitchen table."
Jack is too tired to really comprehend what Nico is saying, he can see it in Jack's eyes, but he smiles at him anyway. Nico knows that Jack feels it too. They both know that they'll always have it. The two of them at the kitchen table, in the quiet moments of the morning.
very glad you sent this in bc i was so stuck on the other prompt
Kailer isnāt sure how heās controlled himself for this long. Going on almost five years with this stupid fucking crush and heās been strong enough to keep it contained. But it hasnāt gone away and thatās his fault ā Connor. If Connor would stop being so damn hot, Kailer wouldnāt be in this position. If Connor didnāt act like he felt the same way, Kailer could have gotten over this years ago.
But Connor is Connor, standing in front of Kailer in all his glory. His hair is messy, still a little wet from his post-game shower, his game day suit rumpled, tie in had and the first few buttons of his dress shirt undone just enough to have Kailer drooling.
Leaning against the wall, looking at Kailer like heās a meal while Connor is looking like a whole snack, Kailer feels the last of his resolve crumble.
āWhat?ā Connor asks, the rumble of his voice moving though Kailer straight to his dick.
Kailer closes the two step gap between them. āYouāre so fuckingāā he canāt finish his sentence, too busy grabbing Connorās face between his hands and pulling him down to crash their lips together.
Itās all teeth and tongue and fire. Connorās hands fall to Kailerās hips, pulling them flush together, before moving down to his ass to push him even closer. Kailer nips at Connorās lip, hard enough he knows it stings, and delights in the moan Connor lets out.
Kailer pulls away first, he needs to see the mess heās made of this man that heās lusted over for as long as heās known him. Itās the most beautiful sight, Connorās lips red and swollen, his cheeks flushed, sloppy smile on his face.
Kailer canāt wait to spend the rest of the night messing him up even more.
oh also 9ā¦in public. for kailer/any one of his many boyfriends
i made it sadish. because i am sad š rip kailer heās not dead heās just in detroit. also itās kailer/ryan mcleod because i let gator choose betwen him and foegs and he was correct
To say Kailer missed Ryan would be an understatement. Itās like someone chopped off his arm and left it 2,000 miles and a whole other country away. All the while Kailer hasnāt stopped bleeding, the wound fresh as the day it tore through his body, the pain never fading.
Theyāre doing their best. They face time everyday, text almost constantly ā Kailerās never had a diary but heās turned his text thread with Ryan into a near constant play-by-play of his every waking thought and movement. The thing is, Kailer is a physical person. Heās like a baby, if he canāt see something he forget itās there. So he works hard to keep things going with Clouder. Even if itās been months since theyāve touched, hugged, kissed.
God, Kailer wants to kiss him.
The first Oilers-Red Wings game of the season doesnāt come until January. The week leading up to it Kailer is bouncing off the walls with anticipation, threatening to vibrate out of his skin if the day doesnāt come fast enough. It doesnāt help that they have three days off before the game, leaving Kailer stuck with his thoughts. Klim keeps him grounded, distracted. If there is one good thing that came from the trade, itās that he got to keep Klim.
Itās even harder when he knows Ryan is in the same city, the Oilers flying in from Chicago late. He lets Ryan rest, because he knows they wouldnāt be getting any sleep if they were together. The next day he has practice, but so do the Oilers, coming in to use the rink right after him. Kailer can feel him there, an alarm going off in his head saying heās here! heās here! the love of your life is within touching distance!
The moment practice ends, Kailer is sprinting off the ice (as much as he can sprint in skates) toward the visitors locker room. He can here the sound of chatter getting louder and louder, only for it to suddenly stop when Kailer bursts in, all eyes on him.
But all he sees is Ryan.
If this were a movie, the music would be swelling as Ryan rises to his feet, him and Kailer stepping forward as fast as they can until they meet in the middle. When they were still on the same team, they did theyāre best not to engage in too much PDA in the locker room. But Kailer couldnāt give two fucks right now.
He launches himself at Ryan, who gathers him in his arms, smiling his toothless smile into the kiss. Kailer almost feels like crying, worried that this is a dream. But Ryan is warm and solid under his palms. He smells like Ryan, tastes like Ryan. Itās him, him, him. Real as the heart beating in Kailerās chest just for him.
Ryan rests his forehead against Kailerās when he pulls away, grinning and panting into the little space between them.
āI missed you,ā Kailer says.
Ryan presses a kiss to the tip of his nose. āMissed you too.ā
They stay like that for as long as possible, until the real world pops the bubble surrounding them.
āYouāre lucky youāre not on the team anymore or that would be a major fine, Yamo,ā Leon teases.
āGuess it doesnāt matter if I keep doing in then,ā Kailer laughs, pulling Ryan in for more. Heās got lots of lost time to make up for.
