a delicious addition to any meal (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} beedekka) wrote in ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} ficcing_seeds,@ 2008-04-05 03:13:00 |
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| Entry tags: | fic, first post, nick/blixa, rating: nc-17, slash |
FIC: You Make Me Burn (Nick/Blixa, NC-17)
Title: You Make Me Burn. (1702w)
Author:beedekka.
Pairing: Nick Cave/Blixa Bargeld.
Rating: NC-17.
Author:
beedekka.Pairing: Nick Cave/Blixa Bargeld.
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: This is slash fiction, so men kiss and touch each other. They also swear.
Summary: A hot, sticky night in a hotel room isn’t really conducive to sleeping.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The author claims no links with the people mentioned in it, will make no money from it, and means no offence by it. Any resemblance to real events is a surprising and delightful coincidence. Summary: A hot, sticky night in a hotel room isn’t really conducive to sleeping.
Author’s Notes: This is my first post and first fic in this fandom – hello everyone! Nixa is a glorious OTP and I hope you enjoy this little bit of hotel room heat. Huge beta thanks to
coco_waters :o)Blixa sighed and rolled sideways, his arm reaching unconsciously into the space where Nick should have been. The absence of an expected touch was enough to pull him out of sleep, and he blinked rapidly as his eyes adjusted to the dim light in the room. The faint orange glow from the streetlamps outside allowed him to pick out Nick’s silhouette against the window. He was looking upwards, naked, framed by the open curtains.
“Are you going to do this all night?” Blixa enquired, fixing him with a curious stare.
“What?” Nick turned to him, jarred from his thoughts by the question.
“I asked: ‘are you going to do this all night?’” Blixa repeated. “You’ve been pacing back and forward, getting up, lying down… every time I wake up you are somewhere else – it’s like a strobe.”
“Sorry,” Nick muttered, “I didn’t mean to keep waking you.”
Blixa frowned. “If I really needed the sleep I wouldn’t wake up. Why are you crawling the walls?”
Nick looked momentarily puzzled, as though the question was a hard one.
“Don’t tell me it’s the city heat?” Blixa continued, “I thought the weather did not bother you.”
“It’s not the heat,” Nick replied, flexing his arms out in front of him, “not from outside anyway.”
“From inside?” Blixa smiled, shifting under the bedcovers to a more comfortable position. “Cabin fever.”
“These hotels, they’re all the same – little fuck boxes stacked on top of each other.”
“And give up hope all ye who enter here,” Blixa added; teasing, gentle.
Now Nick smiled. “No wonder I can’t sleep.”
“Drink some water, have a shower… leave. You don’t have to be here.”
Nick turned to face the window again, contemplating the option of going outside.
“You know that didn’t cross my mind until you said it.” He shook his head. “This fucking place is institutionalising me!”
“No it isn’t,” Blixa replied smoothly, “your body clock is telling you it is the middle of the night. Going out would not be an automatic thought.”
“You came up with it.”
“Only because we were talking. Are you going out?”
Nick looked down at himself and pushed back his hair. “Can’t be bothered to dress.”
Blixa swallowed the first response that came into his head. Naked night time forays were something Nick might conceivably do. His second thought was even cheaper, but he shared it anyway:
“Come over here and suck me off, then.”
Nick turned sharply, raising an eyebrow at him. “And that’ll help me how?” he asked, amused.
“I don’t know, but I’m ready and it’s something to do,” Blixa replied evenly, gesturing to the area of the bed sheet roughly over his groin.
“Your mind is in the gutter. You know that, don’t you?” Nick’s tone was of disapproval, but he was already moving towards the bed anyway.
“Well it was not a great step down – if you want to walk around naked and complaining of how desperately hot you are at night…”
“You’re making me sound like a porn film.”
“Which is what you are.”
Blixa shifted under the covers again, allowing them to fold and sink down into the space between his legs. The movement brought the outline of his erection into clear view and he watched Nick’s eyes flick down to it.
“You are my twenty-four-hours-a-day, any-time-any-place, personal pornography. That’s what you get when you call yourself my lover.”
With that, Blixa snaked a hand beneath the covers, the outline of his fist and fingers travelling slowly under the soft cotton sheets towards his cock.
“Is that right?” Nick asked, running his tongue around the corner of his mouth. Blixa was eyeing him suggestively, deliberately. He watched Blixa’s hand as it moved down his stomach and across the side of his hip, imagining the touch that he couldn’t see… fingers over bed-warm skin, tracing inelegant patterns. Seduced by his own thoughts, Nick closed the final few feet to the end of the bed quickly and moved up to kneel on the mattress, slipping cat-like toward Blixa.
“Look at you prowling!” Blixa grinned wolfishly. “The night suits you too well.”
Nick played up to him, darting his hand forward suddenly to close around Blixa’s, capturing a fistful of cotton and, beneath it, stilling the reaching fingers.
Blixa made a sound somewhere between satisfaction and amusement.
“But you have only the left… I can do this with both hands, don’t forget.”
Nick was already leaning heavily over him, and now he angled himself even further in, bringing their faces nearer to each other. “Show off,” he whispered.
“Is that an insult or an instruction?” Blixa asked nonchalantly, his blue eyes shining even in the faint light.
“You decide,” Nick replied, and he moved his weight forward one more time, bringing his other hand up to lean on the headboard. They were close enough now that Blixa only had to crane upward a few inches to brush his lips against Nick’s, and he took the opportunity.
Nick smiled against Blixa’s mouth and then deepened the kiss, gently pushing his tongue in to slide over the familiar territory behind Blixa’s teeth, tasting his familiar taste. And locking into the kiss was enough to set them both on to the well worn path they’d created between them over years of hotel nights and lazy afternoons in different countries. Blixa’s free hand moved straight in for the touch he knew would make Nick shiver.
Nick’s breath hitched inside their kiss as he felt Blixa’s fingers pushing down into the space between his body and the bedcovers and taking a loose grip around the base of his cock. He automatically started to shift himself, manoeuvring into an easier position. He let Blixa’s left hand slip free under the sheet as he broke their kiss and leant back, settling eventually for straddling the outside of Blixa’s thighs with the inside of his own. Then he sat back, wiping his mouth with the back of his wrist as he watched Blixa work out what he was going to do next.
“You know, I cannot help feeling you are doing very well for someone who was coming over here to suck me off…” Blixa murmured. His face was only a parody of annoyance, though, and the flicker of humour was still there in his eyes.
He began to stroke Nick’s cock – a few slow passes up and down for starters, firm and steady. It was enough to make Nick close his eyes, concentration falling over his face. A calm beginning, but Blixa wasn’t going to keep it that way for long. He began to speed up by increments, setting up a repetitive, almost hypnotic rhythm of fingers pulling and squeezing. He worked the firm flesh under his hand in just the way he knew would draw out every ounce of feeling in Nick’s consciousness.
The murmured words of encouragement coming from Nick’s lips were more than enough to tell Blixa that his touch was working, and he increased the tempo of his rhythm again. He couldn’t help finding his gaze drawn to the small but steadily collecting drop of fluid at the tip of Nick’s cock, silently betraying the inner workings of his body. It was a feature of arousal that had always made Blixa smile – the human mind might be infinitely complex, but the body was so wonderfully predictable. Touch here to select option one; there is no other option, thank you.
Nick was thrusting shallowly against his palm now, the fingers of one hand twisting and bunching in the material of the covers by his knee. There was a trickle of sweat rolling down his chest to drip glisteningly into the smattering of dark hair marking the way to his groin, and Blixa could tell that he was already getting close.
“Fuck, Blixa… that’s… Fuck.”
Even though he wasn’t really expecting Nick to be taking note of his facial expressions at this stage, Blixa still bit his lip to stop himself grinning. For a man who was so articulate, Nick was always a mess of vulgar sound in the final minute or so. He sped up his stroke a fraction more for good measure and Nick matched him with his hips, thrusting into his fist as hard as Blixa was daring to press inward.
The delicate bead of pre-come at the head of Nick’s cock was threatening to break its sides with the movement and pressure from behind and Blixa’s attention became even more pin point drawn to it as Nick’s inarticulations faded into a stream of obscenities above him. Its circumference held strong for one final thrust, and then its tiny form was broken by the force of Nick’s orgasm shuddering out of him. Blixa watched the liquid burst out and cover his fingers, felt its heat. So predictable… yet impossible not to appreciate every time like it was the first time he’d been responsible for it.
He let his hand drop slowly, fingers sliding over one another pleasantly. Then he looked at Nick’s face.
“Oh yeah… that’s always… that’s it,” Nick murmured, leaning down and rolling over into the space next to Blixa. He pressed the back of his arm over his eyes, catching his breath.
Blixa waited for a moment before breaking the silence. “Feeling a bit cooler?” he deadpanned.
Nick raised his arm and looked at him in disbelief as Blixa casually reached over to the bedside table and extracted a tissue from the box there, pulling his left hand out from under the sheets to wipe them together.
“If I could be bothered, I would go down the hall to the ice machine, get a bucket of it and pour it over your chest… your wit is clearly on fire,” Nick replied.
“Don’t joke,” Blixa joked, “that might be a fatal heart attack you are describing.”
“You’re not that fragile,” Nick snorted. He gestured down at the covers lying over Blixa’s waist. “Are you still hard under there?”
It was Blixa’s turn to look indignant as he balled-up the tissue and flicked it away. Then his expression softened, and he flipped onto his side, bringing his face in line with Nick’s. “I suggest you find out,” he whispered.
-fin-
