Lies, Damn Lies, and Obsession by Cherry Vanilla
(RPS, Nick/Howie, R, 230 words)
Nick walked into the studio, hands on hips, and announced, "I'm not fucking you anymore."
"That's nice," Howie said flatly, not looking up from his magazine.
"Good. Just so we're clear on that."
That night, he had Howie on his back, clawing at the bed sheets, moaning his name, smirking a little.
Bastard.
* * * * * *
"No, seriously, we can't do this anymore. It's. Not healthy."
"Sure, Nicky."
"And don�t call me Nicky."
"Whatever you say, baby."
Nick threw a bagel at him.
* * * * * *
"Hate you. I � hate ... you."
"Mmm. Yeah. Uh-huh. Just ... don�t stop."
He hitched Howie�s legs up higher around his waist and drove in harder.
He was damn liar.
* * * * * *
Howie pressed up against him after rehearsal. "Hey, Nicky. Wanna go out tonight?"
"Huh?" He mumbled, trying to ignore Howie�s tongue sliding along his neck.
"You. Me. Date."
"Date?" Great, now he was squeaking. They�d never done this before.
"Well, yeah, I figured we never have but we�re basically together and maybe it�ll put an end to all your 'let�s stop this' bullshit."
It was perhaps the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to him.
He turned and kissed him thoroughly. "Well okay, but you�re buying."
"Sure, baby."
"And stop calling me baby." But he pinched Howie�s ass and smiled.
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