#zomnick

NSFW Stories:

Zophist:

sacred love (nsfw, smut, "living together" AU)

we love casting spells (slight nsfw, fantasy AU, kingdom of skill AU)

tennessee whiskey (situationship AU, slightly explicit though no actual sex scenes)

Zonick:

shower thoughts (very nsfw, bully AU, coming out)

sports car (slight nsfw, bully AU, time skip)

no contest (bicep measuring contest, dick measuring)

“Aw man! That session was so good!” Nick yelled, pumping his fist in the air. “I can really feel that pump going!”

“Glad you liked it,” Zo chuckled, smirking at him.

“I mean, look at these guns!” Nick said, flexing his right arm. “These veins are popping like you wouldn’t believe!”

After careful observation, they noticed Nick’s veiny bicep and forearm and restrained themself from thirsting over it or marveling too long. Instead, Zo flexed their arm to match, glancing back and forth between the two for comparison’s sake.

“Is mine as big as yours?” they asked, curious.

“Babe, I love you, but there’s no way yours is as big as this beauty!” Nick replied, kissing his peak, then his partner for brownie points.

He was not ready for Zo to pull out a tape measure.

They carefully wrapped the tape around Nick’s bicep, making sure to capture the muscle’s apex. 16 inches. Zo handed the tape to Nick and gestured for him to measure them next. He reluctantly agreed. 16 inches as well. The exact same size.

“See? I’m as big as you.”

“There’s no way!” Nick exclaimed. “I’ve been lifting for way longer than you!”

“Only ‘cause you’re older. Isn’t it kind of embarrassing to be matched by someone who has less experience, too?” Zo teased with a mischievous grin on their face. Nick rolled his eyes at Zo’s playful comment, but he couldn’t hide the small grin that formed on his lips.

“Measure again. Let me see something,” Nick demanded, never one to admit defeat easily—as always.

They measured again. Sixteen inches on both arms for Nick. Sixteen inches on both arms for Zo. They were exactly the same. Nick couldn’t believe it. Even the forearms matched—same width, and even the vascularity was surprisingly similar. 

“Okay, that’s it, stand still for me,” Nick said, a mix of irritation and excitement in his voice, predictably unwilling to let it go.

Zo looked at him in confusion but relented, letting Nick explore their body with the device. Nick wrapped the tape measure around their shoulders, making sure to measure the full circumference. Then, Zo helped Nick do the same to himself. Forty-six inches on both of them.

Nick’s cheeks flushed as the embarrassment started to set in. He shook his head, determined to find something—anything— that was bigger on him than on Zo. This was a competition now. And he was going to win no matter what.

Nick measured their necks. Same size. Nick measured their thighs. Same size. Nick measured their waists. Same grabbable, slutty size.

Nick almost passed out with how ridiculous it was. There was no way that Zo was that similarly built to him. There had to be something different between the two of them.

“Can’t you just admit that neither of us are bigger than the other?” Zo sighed, though the amusement on their face was unmistakable. They found the whole situation oddly entertaining—and a little exciting.

“Nope! I’m not finished,” Nick huffed. “Take off your shirt, we’re measuring chest sizes!” His voice was confident and he was already throwing his shirt over his head with an assertive grin growing on his lips. He wouldn’t rest until this competition was decided.

“Whuh? Isn’t this a bit ridiculous?” Zo blinked, watching Nick set his shirt down. A small smile tugged at their lips as they looked him up and down. They shook their head, trying to anchor themselves with how weird this whole situation was, not wanting to get distracted by Nick’s… everything.

“Babe, we see each other shirtless all the time. It’s normal. Now come on, strip,” Nick prompted with a playful tone and a thrilled expression.

Zo complied, starting to take their shirt off. “Okay, but I don’t see why you need me to be smaller than you in something,” they muttered a little quieter into the room.

They were both standing there, shirtless, staring at each other for a bit. Nick sucked up the urge to touch Zo there and remained focused on the task at hand. After careful rounds of deliberation, Nick confirmed that their chests were the same size. Agony ran its course through him.

Nick couldn’t even one up Zo with their abs, as neither of them sported a six pack at the moment. They were truly evenly matched, which struck a nerve inside of Nick for some reason he couldn’t quite explain. He absolutely had to find something different about them (besides the obvious).

“Okay, that’s it, strip down. I need to see something else.” Nick’s voice dropped a tone lower, his frustration evident—he couldn’t believe how well they matched in every comparison so far.

“Can’t we do that in the bedroom first?” Zo squirmed, trying to retain whatever ounce of privacy they still had.

Nick groaned. “Fine.”

They transitioned to the bedroom, where Zo fully stripped naked, with Nick doing the same. Again, resisting primal urges, Nick measured Zo’s well-rounded ass… as well as their dick. Which was somehow already erect. The circumstances they found themselves in also didn’t leave Nick’s own member unaffected. He had no idea how he got this horny without realizing it.

Almost unsurprisingly at this point, the tape measure yielded the same results. They were pretty much the same size in everything, from their arm size, all the way to their dick size. Nick was truly flabbergasted.

So flabbergasted, in fact, that he was unable to enjoy the fact that he had Zo naked in front of him.

“This is insanity!” Nick yelled. “How are we the exact same in every regard?”

“Beats me,” Zo shrugged. “Maybe we’re just built like that.”

“But that’s impossible! I’m older and more experienced than you, and yet I’m the same size as you in every single regard!”

“Well, your shoe size would say otherwise,” Zo made sure to point out.

“Well, besides that. I just can’t believe everything else is so… the same.” Nick sighed, exhausted and tinged with disappointment.

“Hey, it’s not that bad. At least we know all the sizes now. I mean, I’ve been wanting sixteen-inch arms for the longest time.”

“Yeah, but…” Nick averted his gaze with a slight frown.

“But… what?” Zo tilted their head, following his eyes with slight concern.

Nick fell silent, unsure of how to process everything going on. He was upset—but not at Zo. God, he could never be mad at Zo. So what could this anger be directed towards? Himself? For not surpassing his partner? For being the exact same size in everything except height and weight? He didn’t know what to think.

“Babe, look at it this way,” Zo continued with a soft smile, Nick meeting their warm gaze. “You’re not trying to beat me; you’re trying to grow from your previous self. Isn’t that a better goal to have?”

That was true. Nick did go to the gym to become a better version of himself. Maybe he had just lost sight of what that goal truly was or meant.

Yeah, that felt better.

“You’re right,” Nick said, holding Zo’s hand to his cheek. “I’m sorry for getting all worked up over this.”

“It’s okay. It was really fun to see how big we are now,” Zo chuckled quietly, squeezing Nick’s hand gently.

Nick smiled, then looked his partner up and down and finally realized what had been staring at him in the face the entire time. Zo’s naked body.

“Holy shit! I stripped you down without even realizing it! We weren’t even going to have sex!”

Zo reared their head back, laughing hysterically, while Nick’s cheeks instantly turned bright red. If he wasn’t horny before, he sure was now. Eventually, he calmed down, sighed, and leaned his head on Zo’s shoulder as they both sat on the bed. His fingers trailed over Zo’s body, marveling at how well they had trained together.

“You know, we haven’t had the chance to just… touch each other in a while,” Nick’s voice was quiet and low, and his eyes held a certain spark Zo recognized all too well.

Zo chuckled again. “When you say it like that, it sounds kind of creepy.”

“Well, it would be creepy if I wasn’t your boyfriend,” Nick smiled.

“That is true,” they sighed dreamily. “We are dating.”

“Yeah, you love me.” He grabbed their cheek and pulled it lightly.

“I do. Do you?” Zo grinned at Nick.

“Of course, bitch. Why do you think I want to see you flex?” Nick smirked, running a hand down their arm delicately, feeling the thick muscle that was the same as his. Somehow, this notion was comforting now.

“If I didn’t know any better,” they said, tracing a finger down to Nick’s very obviously erect penis. “I’d say that me flexing gets you off.” Zo bit their lip at the thought, letting their fingers rest on his thigh while holding his gaze.

“And if I didn’t know better as well,” Nick said, voice low, “I’d say the same goes for you.” He leaned in closer with a smug grin.

“Touche, mister muscle man.” Zo couldn’t hide their smile.

“You want to touch this muscle or are you just gonna look at it?”

“Oh, I’m gonna touch you alright - and not just your muscles.”

Zo dove right in, cradling Nick’s legs so he couldn’t get up. There was a fierceness in their eyes that was oh so arousing to Nick, though he didn’t need any help getting there. He flexed both of his arms, allowing Zo to touch and gawk at the work they had both done prior. The veins were still fresh, and Nick gave it his all when flexing so the muscles really popped.

Zo gave Nick a break by letting him touch their muscles as well. And for all of the talk of them being the same size, it was clear that they didn’t look quite the same. Zo’s arms were more defined, less wide than his but the peak was higher. Nick wondered if this was what it felt like to Zo when they felt his arms.

Before Nick could wonder for too long, Zo pinned him down to the bed, only an inch separating their faces. They smirked, and Nick could see a fervor in their eyes, which aroused him even more. He just wanted to take that cock, even if it was the same size as his.

“Can I…?”

“Yes!” Nick moaned, the desperation in his voice echoing through Zo’s ears.

They smiled, amused by the sight of their boyfriend like this. They shifted slightly on top of Nick, their hips pressing down just enough to tease.

“You don’t even know what I was gonna ask,” They said with a crooked grin.

“I want your cock, if that’s what you were gonna ask,” Nick snapped back, almost breathless and impatient. The words came out like a hiss; need, frustration and want all tangled together in one sentence.

Zo didn’t need more of an invitation. They reached for the lube on their nightstand—they hadn’t put it back into the drawer last time things got heated. Which, frankly, had been very recently. They leaned over slightly to reach the drawer, taking out a condom before closing it again and gazing down at Nick with a spark in their eyes.

They reached down, carefully preparing their dick, making sure to lube up Nick’s hole well and give plenty of stimulation with just their fingers. Nick’s mind wandered, briefly wondering if Zo could fit all five fingers down there. Though with how well they were doing, just two were more than enough.

Suddenly, Zo removed their fingers, leaving Nick feeling empty for a moment—just a brief second of aching absence—before Zo slowly pushed in, filling him up again inch by inch with their throbbing cock. Zo started to move slowly, giving Nick a moment to adjust and making sure he was comfortable like that. Soft groans escaped Nick’s lips as he relaxed into the stretch and the pressure. Zo began shifting their hips slightly, testing angles, trying to find that perfect spot to hit. Nick inhaled sharply, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. He soaked in the feeling, into Zo, enjoying every inch he was taking. Zo looked down at him, eyes half-lidded with admiration and bliss.

“Oh, you take me so well, baby,” Zo purred, thrusting into Nick in a steady rhythm and pulling all kinds of sounds from him—each one only adding to the pleasure, to the hunger between them.

“Fuck,” he moaned, his nails digging into Zo’s back, almost scratching the sweaty skin. “You’re so big.”

“You too,” they winked. “Don’t forget.”

Zo pressed a kiss to Nick’s forehead, his damp hair sticking to the skin. The air between them was thick with heat—each breath came out hot, the room slowly turning into a sauna.

Nick threw away any lingering thoughts of selfcest and focused entirely on the person inside of him right now. And the view was amazing—though, to be fair, Nick was a biased opinion. 

Nick was the kind of guy to go for personality over looks, but it just so happened that the best personality came with the hottest person.

“God, you’re so tight,” Zo moaned, right by Nick’s ear. He shivered at the hot breath against his skin and let out a loud, needy moan in response. “It feels so good, baby,” they added, gasping softly, their next groan low and drawn out.

Nick could only moan in incomprehensible noises at that point. He felt incredible—like he was on the moon, his mind completely gone under the weight of pleasure. His nails traced delicate lines across Zo’s back, drawing more arousal out of them and pulling them closer to the edge.

“Moan my name, baby,” Zo whispered against his skin, leaving tiny kisses along Nick’s neck.

“Zo…” Nick moaned, head spinning, eyes half-lidded as more shameless sounds escaped his lips. 

“How close are you?” they asked with a groan, feeling themself getting closer to coming with each thrust and every sound Nick made.

“So… close… God…” Nick’s eyes nearly rolled back in pleasure, the sensation becoming overwhelming—in the most blissful way possible.

Zo admired the man beneath them losing control, grinning with assertive satisfaction. 

“That’s it, baby. Take it like a good boy,” they uttered, voice low and husky—making Nick cry out in arousal. Their rhythm grew less precise, more desperate, but the sounds between them only intensified.

“Zo—Fuck! Zo—” Nick was a mess of moans and whines, his nails dragging down Zo’s back hard enough to leave marks—marks Zo relished, feeling turned on by being claimed so fiercely.

Returning the favor, they leaned down and gently bit into Nick’s neck, drawing out another shaky gasp from him. It was only a matter of time.

Nick came first, letting out a loud, broken moan as he dug his nails deep enough into Zo to draw blood. His body trembled as the orgasm took over, and Zo, only seconds later, followed with a groan, their hips slowing as they reached their peak.

Zo’s movements stilled; they remained inside of Nick for a moment, letting them both catch their breath—sweaty, breathless and overwhelmed in all the best ways.

“I like feeling you inside of me,” Nick chuckled, still a little out of breath.

“We can’t stay like this forever,” Zo chuckled back softly as they gently brushed aside Nick’s hair to press a kiss into his forehead.

“I know,” Nick whispered with a faint smile. “Just let me feel it for a moment.”

Zo let him.

Nick relaxed into their cock for a few more seconds, his breathing slowly steadying, before Zo’s length began to soften. They carefully pulled out, and Nick felt that familiar, strange emptiness at the loss—while Zo already missed the warmth of being inside of him.

Getting up, Zo threw away the used condom before grabbing a damp towel. They returned to gently wipe them both clean, taking extra care of Nick. Nick, breathing steadier now, watched them—exhausted, but full of admiration for the person in front of him. He let his eyes linger on them for a while as they wiped him down.

“Can we shower together?” Nick asked after Zo finished cleaning them as best as they could. “I’m stinky,” he added, slightly teasing.

“Might as well,” Zo smiled. “We’re already naked.” Nick chuckled quietly.

They shuffled off to the bathroom, turning on the shower. Zo smiled at the dual shower heads, something they installed a while ago that let them shower at the same time without worrying about either of them hogging the water. And even though Nick thought it was dumb while they installed it, it turned out to be quite useful, even that day.

One moment while they were in the shower, Nick turned around and was surprised to realize that Zo was actually shorter than him. Nick’s raised eyebrows and slightly widened eyes caught Zo’s attention.

“What’s wrong?” they asked, a little confused by Nick’s expression.

“I’ve been so stuck on the fact that we’re the same size in everything that I forgot that we weren’t the same height,” Nick admitted and blinked in realisation.

Zo rolled their eyes fondly.

“We all have one thing,” they shrugged.

Nick smiled and returned to scrubbing their hair.