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HangNick, 6. Tattoos

Named

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Adam watches as Nick licks his lips, eyes locked on Adam’s hipbone. “When did you get that?” he asks. Adam can’t figure out if the strain in his voice is anticipation or thinly veiled disdain.

Adam adjusts his pants and Nick lets out a weird little noise. “When, uh. After Revolution.” He fidgets with his waistband, unsure if he should buckle his belt or if whatever was about to happen has officially been cancelled. “I needed to do something for me, you know?” He swallows, looking anywhere but at Nick’s face. “So, yeah. I got a barbed wire version of my name. To remind me who I am.” He looks at Nick.

“Why,” Nick says, and Adam braces for the worst, “is that the hottest effing thing I’ve ever heard someone say?”

Adam blinks. “What?”

“Get your pants off,” Nick demands, and the tone of voice makes Adam scramble to shove everything down his legs before he can think better of it. “Let me see.” Nick drops to his knees in front of Adam, and that’s when he thinks he should have kept the boxers at least a little bit on. His dick is very quickly becoming hard, right next to where Nick is kneeling in front of him. It’s not helping.

Nick brushes a thumb over one of the barbs and Adam’s muscles twitch at the hint of a touch. “You know the only thing I’d like better than this?” He leans in and uses his tongue to trace the letters, and Adam might die.

“What?” Adam breathes.

Nick looks up at him and presses his skin deep into Adam’s muscle until it slides down to graze Adam’s dick. “If this was my name.”

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Handcuffs, hangnick?

Lock and Key

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“Oh, this is bad.”

Adam looks over at Nick. “What’s bad?” He’s still hard and a little needy, and has been ready for the past ten minutes. Negativity is really not in the cards right now. “Me? Is that a thing? Sure, I’m bad. I’m a bad, bad boy or whatever. Just fuck me.”

Nick looks at him, wincing. “Uh, not exactly.” He presses his lips together.

“What,” Adam says, beginning to get concerned, “exactly?”

“I lost the key.”

Adam stares at him. “The key,” he says slowly, “to the handcuffs is gone.”

Nick smiles at him, almost more of a grimace. “Maybe?”

“Nick, find the key.”

“Yep. Yep, on it.”

Adam can’t get himself off. His hands are bound above his head, very out of reach, and being so stuck… “Actually, Nick, forget the keys for now.”

“Forget – what?” Nick’s head pops up from where he’d been searching on the floor.

“We’ll look later,” Adam says. “I want to get laid and I’m not going to let your carelessness wreck it.”

“My careless – I effing hate you.” But Nick crawls on the bed, and Adam grins, and, honestly, this is an okay place to be stuck for a while.

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"For a mediocre white man, you really are enthusiastic." SETHNICK

Present Company

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Hitting the ficlet mode tonight

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Nick doesn’t recognize the figure leaning against the ring post until his third practice bump, ending it with a kip up directly in front of the person.

“You know,” Seth says, smile anything but kind and outfit anything but practical, “for a mediocre white man, you sure are enthusiastic.”

Nick can’t quite defend his actions, other than to say they’re funny. He runs to the opposite of the ring, bounces off the rope, and does a tope suicida right over the ropes toward Seth. Seth yelps but catches him, almost on instinct, and they end up in a heap on the floor.

“What the eff are you doing here?” Nick asks, acutely aware of how he’s very on top of Seth and basically pinning him to the ground. ���The dirt sheets are gonna go crazy if they find out you’re here.”

“Visiting Mox,” Seth answers, eyes scanning Nick’s face. “Though I have to say I like this company a little better.”

“You’re not allowed in AEW,” Nick says, firmly. “You and Matt will kill each other and I don’t want to deal with a miserable Mox and a singles run at the same time.”

Seth licks his lips and chuckles. His laugh, in person, is less grating than his TV one. “That’s not the company I was referring to.”

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Billy Gunn and Christian Cage argue over who the real AEW daddy is and Nick Jackson is forced to intervene.

Daddy Wars

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Nick thinks that he, as one of the EVPs, is sort of required to intervene in the argument screeching down the hallways.

“I’m literally Daddy Ass!” screams Billy Gunn in Christian’s face. “I got a chant over about it. In multiple decades!”

Christian rolls his eyes. “A chant. Pathetic. You can’t deem yourself Daddy in the 90s and expect us to take you seriously.” He spreads his arms, a hand brushing against Nick Wayne, who shivers.

Nick Jackson rolls his eyes.

“I am the leader of the Patriarchy,” Christian says, with a grandiosity that Nick can tell makes him feel like a god. “I am the ultimate Daddy.”

“You just said you can’t give yourself the name of Daddy!”

“I didn’t!” Christian retorts. “The internet did. I just leaned into it.”

Before anybody can get really going, Nick clears his throat. “Uh, for the record,” Nick says, leaning against the door frame. He kind of loves the way everybody’s attention turns to him where he stands in the doorway. Feels dramatic. “You’re both wrong.”

Billy and Christian scoff at the same time. “Yeah?” Christian says. “Who would you consider the ultimate Daddy, twunk?”

“First of all, thank you for that,” Nick says, preening. Now he gets Matt’s reactions when people call him pretty. “Second of all, Daddy isn’t a name. It’s an attitude.” He nods over to Nick Wayne, then to Caster. “You can have all the subby little bottoms collected around you that you want, but there’s a level of gruffness you gotta have.” He shivers, thinking of what may be waiting for him when he finally gets back to his locker room. “Cigarette voice, scars, bad tattoos. It’s more than a name, it’s –”

“Baby, get that sweet ass over here so I can fuck you into next week.” Mox grabs Nick by the waist and shoves him against the other wall. “Oh. Were you in the middle of something?”

“No, Daddy,” Nick says, grinning at a gob smacked Billy and Christian over Mox’s shoulder, “I’m all yours.”

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30 definitely says Hangman to me. HangNick? (Can be / or &)

Resolutions

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Oh boy this one went angsty. December prompt challenge 30 (shhhhh it's still the 30th in California): New Year anxieties. Content warning: discussions of alcoholism.

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Adam’s on the floor with his legs kicked up on the bed when he hears footsteps. He tilts his head backward to see Nick padding in.

“Floor time?” Nick asks.

Adam nods awkwardly. “Floor time.”

Nick slides down next to him, putting his feet up next to Adam. He rests a hand on Adam’s arm. “Quiet?”

“Please.”

Adam closes his eyes and settles, synching his breathing with Nick’s. In for four, hold for seven, exhale for eight. He feels his heart rate slow. He turns to Nick when he’s calm. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Nick says. His blue eyes are soft, but Adam reads concern in the back. “You okay?”

“They started talking about resolutions again.” Adam fiddles with his phone.

Nick exhales. “Oh, boy.” He scoots closer and pulls Adam into his chest. It’s awkward and uncomfortable. It’s also perfect. “Talk to me.”

“I hate New Years.”

Nick’s kind enough to wait for Adam to elaborate, but he doesn’t, so Nick says, “I know.”

“I hate being reminded of how many times I made a resolution not to drink and overdo it and how many times I failed.”

Nick rolls over into his side and kisses his temple.

Adam exhales slowly. “I don’t want to make promises for the year this time.” He turns to Nick, trying to fight the tears. “It’s too hard to make a promise on day 1 when there’s 365.”

“Then take it one at a time,” Nick murmurs. He’s steady. He’s sure.

Adam shakes his head. “I can’t.”

“You can,” Nick says. Adam doesn’t know how he’s so calm. “And, if we have to plan ahead, we do that day by day, too.” Adam feels him kiss the top of his head. “I know New Year’s is hard for you. But we don’t have to do resolutions. We can just…be.”

Adam lifts his head. “We can just be.”

Nick nods. Adam shifts his leg and sets it on top of Nick’s, then scoots closer to him. Nick smiles. “You feel better?”

Adam nods and swings his legs down, shuffling to a seated position. He takes Nick’s hands and pulls him to sitting. “Yeah.” He offers his best attempt at a smile. “Resolution for this year is to take it day by day, right?”

“Day by day,” Nick confirms. He smiles. “You still wanna get slushies from Sonic tomorrow night?”

Adam nods. “Going into the new year with a blue tongue has to be good luck, right?”

“Purple.”

“Purple?”

Nick’s smile goes a little devious. “You’ll have blue for the coconut, I’ll have red for the cherry.” He leans in and kisses Adam, a little deeper and dirtier than Adam usually gets from him. “We kiss like that, we put together red and blue to make purple.”

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Burning Dinner

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December prompt challenge day 11: Sweet potato casserole

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Nick blinks down at the tray. “What.”

“Don’t,” Adam says, waving the oven mitt over what used to be part of dinner. “Don’t say it.”

“What was that supposed to be?”

“I said don’t say anything?”

Nick grins at him, eyes sparkling, and it would be annoying if it wasn’t so handsome. “That used to be the sweet potato casserole, huh?”

Adam tries to kick at Nick’s shins, but he skitters out of the way, laughing. “Don’t make fun of my attempt at dinner!”

“Please don’t make this on Christmas,” Nick says. “I’ve been a good boy this year, I promise.”

Adam sets down the smoking tray and crowds Nick against the counter. “Oh, you’ve been a good boy?”

Nick’s eyes flicker up. “So good,” he says. Adam watches him swallow, his eyes searching his face.

“Yeah?” Adam slides a leg between Nick’s legs. “Making fun of me doesn’t feel like something a good boy would do, does it?”

“You burned dinner.”

Adam cackles, settling his hands on Nick’s waist. “I burned a part of dinner,” Adam says, nuzzling at Nick’s neck. He bites at Nick’s neck. “Though I think I’ve found something I want a little more than sweet potato casserole.”

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i wish you would write a fic where matt adopts a baby bird he found in the wild and tries to hide it from the others

Bye Bye Birdie

Oh anon you do not know this but god do I love a good crack adjacent post.

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"Okay, seriously what the hell are you doing in there?!"

Matt jumps half a foot, but his back stays turned toward Nick and Adam as they block the door.

"I assumed he was jacking off," Adam says, more mildly than he thought he'd be capable of in this weird of a situation. "But he's still got his pants on, so I think that one's out."

Matt tosses a panicked look over his shoulder. "Maybe I am," he says. "Give me privacy to, um. Jerk it."

Adam turns to Nick, blinking.

"Don't look at me!" Nick half shrieks. "He's your boyfriend!"

"He's your brother!"

"He's right here," Matt snipes. "In my bedroom, for that matter. Go away."

"Matt, just - " He gets a hand on Matt's shoulder and spins him, only for Matt to cradle his hands to his chest.

"Shh!" he hisses, checking whatever's in his hands. "You'll scare him. Her. Them, I don't know bird junk."

"Bird - what?"

Reluctantly, Matt opens his hands. "The little fluffy mess is hurt, okay?" He shushes it, and it flaps its tiny little wings and settles back in Matt's hands. The bird looks happy enough. Cozy, Adam realizes.

"Did you just Snow White your way into becoming a father?" Nick asks, sounding a bit baffled.

"I named the bird Majesty." He beams. "Since we don't know if it's a girl bird or a boy bird."

Adam shakes himself out of how bizarrely adorable Matt is until he remembers to grab his phone.

"What are you doing?" Matt asks, defensive.

"There's a wildlife hospital near by," Adam says, googling the number. "Majesty would be better with other birds and people who, like," he gestures toward Matt. "Look, baby, this is adorable, but you are not equipped to nurse a baby bird back to health."

Matt sighs and looks at the bird with soft, giant brown eyes. "Yeah," he says. "Probably."

"Do you want me to take some photos of the two of you?" Adam asks. "For memories?"

Nick groans. "Oh, my god, you two are the worst."

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"Coffee doesn't count as water, but I appreciate the effort." BuckBruvvers (platonic)

Coffee vs. Water

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Matt bats at the arms pushing at his shoulder.

“’M sleeping,” he grumbles. “Leave me alone.”

“Wake up,” Nick says. “We’re going to miss the flight.”

Matt groans, forcing his eyes open. He barely processes any of the trip from the hotel to the airport, stumbling to the Starbucks and slurring his way through ordering whatever the eff gets put into his hand at the counter.

“You need to put something else in your system,” Nick says. “I feel like I have to say I told you so. Flirting with Mox all night was a bad idea.”

Matt grunts, something he hopes conveys, eff you and I wish God was on Cain’s side and you are my favorite person even when you’re terrible all in one.

“Love you too. Drink this.”

Matt manages to open his eyes – eye, really – to look at what Nick is shoving at him with. “Already have coffee.”

“This is water.”

“Coffee’s water.”

Nick snorts. “Coffee doesn’t count as water, but I appreciate the effort.”

Matt opens his eyes a little wider. “I appreciate it when you leave me alone.”

Nick slides down on the airport chart, throwing a slightly squished grin up at Matt. “You haven’t wanted to be alone since I was born, Matty. You know that.”

“I know,” Matt says, finally grabbing the water bottle from Nick’s hand on the arm rest, “that you’re annoying.”

“Correct,” Nick says, sipping his iced mocha gleefully. Matt wants to kick him in the shins. “I had Tony write it in the contract that I have to annoy you every day.”

“Count this for two days of it, then,” Matt says. He yawns.

Nick kicks him in the shin.

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THE BUCKSTACHES ARE GONE THANK THE FUCKING LORD

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HangNick, Adam feels some kinda way when he sees Nick wearing his cowboy hat.

Hey Cowboy

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Adam throws his bag on the ground, yawning as he steps into the hotel room. It’s been hours on his feet, a mild version of war with Swerve in the ring (not for the first time), and all he wants is to collapse into bed.

The silhouette in front of the window, then, is a surprise.

“The fuck?” he asks, dropping his bag to the floor.

“Howdy, Cowboy.” Nick turns to him, a knowing smile on his lips. “Fancy meeting you here.”

“Is that my hat?” Adam asks. He already starts throwing his clothes off. Nick should know by now not to tempt him. “Where the hell did you get my hat?”

Nick grins, stepping more into the light. He looks stunning naked. “That’s all you can say after a month of me being gone?”

“You weren’t gone,” Adam says. He grabs Nick by the waist. “You’ve been in my bed for a month, only to show up here when I thought it’d be a weekend without you.” He leans down and takes the hat off of Nick with one hand, grabs a handful of Nick’s ass with the other. “Even though it’s only been a couple days, turns out absence does make the heart grow fonder.”

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So.

Anybody else picking up on how Brandon is referring to the Young Bucks and Matt and Nick as two separate entities? Somebody joked about it on twitter, but I am...intrigued.

Tweet 1:

Two separate sets of people - Young Bucks are taking time away. Matt and Nick want privacy. Why are we discussing them as two different concepts?

Tweet 2:

Again, specifically Matt and Nick. Here, you could read this more than one way. They are done with Being the Elite the YouTube series, or, because it's not in quotes, they are done with being the Elite.

Tweet 3:

The Young Bucks are not backstage. But what about Matt and Nick?

Pairing this with the fact that Matt and Nick are trying to trademark KTB (killing the business, as we can presume) and Superdick Party, I don't think it's unreasonable to question if the Young Bucks and Hangman have dropped their names from before and are rebranding.

There is no more Elite. There is no more Young Bucks. There is no more Hangman.

Welcome to the world, Superdick Party.

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This better be a work, you lunatics.

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I wish you would write a fic where [any wrestler with a reputation for being a big tough guy] is actually super duper easily frightened and the guy he's just starting to date suggests a horror movie marathon. it somehow turns into sex in a blanket fort.

Movie Night

This was so fun and if you didn't expect this pairing you should have because it's your fault it exists. Well, yours and that weird shirt of Nick's.

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Nick can feel it. Lucha's tense, antsy. Something's wrong, and he's scared he knows what it is.

"We can make popcorn," NIck suggests. "I mean, if you want. To make it more fun."

"I'm not sure we can make it fun," Lucha mumbles, adjusting his collar.

Nick's had it. "If you want to cancel or, hell, break up, you have to say it." His heart is racing. "Don't make me guess, okay? Just do it."

Lucha turns to him, and Nick is still not quite used to the way he looks without the mask. "Break up?" Lucha asks. "What?"

"You're being all weird," Nick says, and he starts to squirm under Lucha's gaze. "So I figured you're done with me or something and just don't know how to tell me."

Lucha's face falls. "Oh, Nick. No. Not at all. I just..." He trails off, and for the first time Nick's seen it Luchasaurus looks...bashful? "Nick, I'm really scared of zombies."

"What?" Nick asks. "You're - what?"

Luchasaurus picks up the pile of zombie movies from the table. "These? I will cry, Nick. The zombies, especially the fast ones, make me so scared I cry."

It takes running the words over in his mind three times for him to understand it. "You're scared of zombies?"

"Yes!" Lucha says, looking miserable. "You made this lovely blanket fort, we're cozy on the couch, and I had to ruin it by being a frightened, pathetic wimp." He slumps back and knocks over one of the blankets, exhaling and dropping his head into his hands.

"You're scared," Nick says again. "Oh, that's adorable!"

Lucha looks up. "Excuse me?"

"You're scared of something!" Nick says, climbing into Lucha's lap. "This is great!" Nick leans in and kisses the breath out of Lucha, who responds in kind but with a hint of confusion.

"You were so excited for this movie night, though," Lucha says, frowning.

"I was excited for a night with you," Nick corrects. "My big, strong boyfriend's all scared." He grins, letting it get his point across. "Maybe he needs me to pull him close and rub his back to make him know it's all okay."

Luchasaurus laughs, just a little. "You're insatiable."

"When it comes to you, I'm a zombie, baby." Nick leans in, nipping at Lucha's lower lip, grinding down a little in his lap. "Can't get a big enough bite."

"Oh, you want something big?" Luchasaurus asks, and he flips Nick so fast it's almost dizzying.

Nick slides his hands up under Lucha's shirt. "Always."

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Literal sleeping together The Elite

Four in the Bed

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Here have some belligerent Buck bitching!

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"Scoot over."

Adam does his best to move forward, but he collides almost immediately with a wall of warm skin. "Can't," he mumbles. "Ran out of room."

Nick skootches up closer to Adam, but then Adam's too hot, so he presses up against Matt's back.

Matt makes a miserable little whimper. "Stop pushing me," he whines.

"I'm not," Adam says, trying to cuddle better into Matt without knocking him over. "Nick's out of room."

"Nick can sleep on the floor," Matt grumbles.

Adam doesn't have time to move before an arm comes out from behind him and smacks Matt on the shoulder.

"Adam, what the hell?!" Matt sits up, hair a mess.

"That was not me," Adam replies. "That was Nick."

"Prove it." Nick punctuates it with a middle finger.

There's a shift on the bend and then Kenny sits up, glaring at them. "You three fucking suck," he says. Adam fights the urge to laugh at the way Kenny's hair is sticking out like Einstein. "Can't you shut up for five minutes so I can sleep?"

"Hey, don't get bitchy with me," Adam replies, throwing an arm around Matt's waist. "You and Nick are the ones who needed to bunk with us."

Matt snuggles back against Adam again. "Yeah," he mumbles, and Adam's not even convinced he's still awake. "Me 'n Adam could'a been doin' other things."

"Ew," Nick says. Adam watches as his hand disappears.

"What?" Adam asks. "You forgot that me and your brother are dating or something?"

"Ew," Kenny says.

Adam laughs, resting his head back on the pillow and accepting the way Matt's hair clings to his face. "We're doing y'all a favor. Don't be bitchy about it."

"That's it," Kenny says. "I'm sleeping on the floor. Nick, come on."

"Why do I have to leave?" Nick whines against Adam's back.

"Because you're not the one trying to sexile me," Kenny grumbles. Adam hears him stomp around the room. Then, suddenly, Adam's back is cold.

"What the hell!" Nick shrieks.

"You weren't moving fast enough," Kenny says.

Matt sits up, biggest pout of the decade on his lips. "You all suck. Now I'm all the way awake and there's only one way to fix that."

"Ew!"

"I meant a snack!"

"That's not what it sounded like you meant!"

Adam laughs into the pillow as the other three bicker. He'd missed this bullshit with his boys. It makes the hotel room feel like home. And, really, there really is no place like home.

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11 moxnick 😊

Interruption

11: Getting walked in on

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"I'm sorry!"

"I don't want to look at you right now!" Matt's got both hands covering his eyes like he's a little kid as he backs out of the room.

Nick has never felt so weird as when he's hopping to pull his jeans back on while he brother storms out of the room. Mox is in the corner, buttoning up his jeans and chuckling.

"What's so funny?!"

"Matt's fuckin' face," Mox says, easy as anything. He does up his belt, and Nick feels even worse than he had when he'd accosted Mox and asked for a quickie in the janitor's closet. "I've never seen a man look that old-conservative-lady-seeing-an-interracial-gay-couple in my life."

"I - Matt's not racist or homophobic," Nick says, stomping through the door. He can tell Mox is following him by the thunking of his boots on the hallway tile. "That's not it."

"No, I know he's not - it was a metaphor, Nick, fuck." Mox takes a few big steps to get up next to Nick. "I'm joking. I'm trying to make it light."

"We don't need to make it light, we need to fix it," Nick huffs. "Last week we, along with our friends, were beating the shit out of each other. Now, he walks in on us having sex?" Nick shakes his head. "This was a bad idea."

"Hey."

Mox's hands on Nick's shoulders are weirdly grounding, and Nick finds himself breathing again.

"Matt'll live, Nick. You're allowed to get yours when you want to. Plus." He offers a smirk. "Y'all won, didn't you? Maybe this is just you taking your prize."

Nick wrinkles his nose. "That doesn't sound right."

"Yeah, I heard it as I said it." He sighs. "Whatever. BCC, Elite, we should all get dinner and make up, you know?"

"I like that idea!"

"And I can feel you up under the table," Mox continues. "Hey, you like edging? This is kinda like edging." He wiggles in his jeans. "Maybe we tease each other at dinner and then fuck like crazy back at the hotel."

Nick considers it. "Yeah. Yeah, I like that plan."

Mox's grin goes predatory. "I'm gonna wreck you, Young Buck."

Nick blushes for a full ten minutes.

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ClaudioNick pre-match smut. What do they do get in the mood?

Don't Be Too Easy (When I Want It Hard) - also on on AO3

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Nick and Claudio fuck before their three way match for the title shot. That's it. That's the fic.

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Sarah what the hell this became an actual fic.

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He’s too antsy to wait much longer. Nick hasn’t had a singles match in ages, and the last one didn’t go so well for him.

“You got this,” Adam says. “Nick, breathe. You’re going to do great.”

Nick nods. “Yeah,” he exhales. “I’ll be fine.” Nick bumps Matt's shoulder. "I gotta go get ready for gorilla. I'll see you later."

Adam smiles at him. "Good luck, man. Go win a title shot."

"No!" Matt says, pouting. "I mean yeah, whatever, proud of you. But no singles belts." He looks over at Nick with those annoying giant eyes that seem to work on everyone but him. "You can't leave me."

"Oh, grow up, Matt. I can be a singles champ and your tag partner." But Nick leans in and hugs Matt as tightly as I can. "I'm not going to leave you, Matty. I promise."

Matt relaxes. "Okay."

Nick's halfway to gorilla when a giant shadow looms over him. “Oh, god. What do you want?”

“I’m here to prepare for the match, like you.” But Nick’s learned to read Claudio’s expressions over the past few weeks.

“Prepare, huh?” Nick says, leaning against the wall. He tilts his head. “What’s your routine?” He licks his lips, watching Claudio’s eyes flicker to them.

“Cardio,” Claudio says, stepping toward him after a glance down the hallway. Empty. “Some pumping.”

“Pumping, huh?” Nick asks. “Need a spotter?”

Claudio plays with something in his pocket. “You could say that.”

Nick pulls open the door of a locker room, one Tony had decided not to use. “Alright then. Need some privacy to pump?”

Claudio lines his body up behind Nick’s. “Of course.”

Nick’s bent over a bench within five minutes, with Claudio three fingers deep into him. “Jesus Christ,” he laughs. “You weren’t kidding about pumping.”

“I can’t have you injured for our match, Nicholas,” Claudio says, twisting his fingers. Nick almost loses his legs out from under him. “We must be fair as we battle.” He twists again and Nick keens when Claudio pulls his fingers out. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah,” Nick says, pushing his ass back. “Yeah, come on.” He checks his watch. “We got ten minutes before we’re late.”

“Oh, darling,” Claudio chuckles, and Nick can hear the sound of him slicking up his cock. “I can get you off in half that time.”

Claudio slides into him smoothly, like it’s nothing, and Nick slumps down on his elbows. “God, finally,” Nick sighs. “It’s been too long, man.”

“Agreed,” Claudio says, pulling back so slowly it feels like a tease. “This may be the best method I’ve discovered in my years for how to decompress prior to a match.”

“Yeah, sure. If you keep dragging this out, we’re going to be so late.”

“Are you asking for it faster, Nicholas?” Claudio asks, grabbing a handful Nick’s ass. He pulls back and swats at it.

“Of course I am,” Nick says, looking over his shoulder. Claudio’s got the smarmiest grin on his face. “God, you suck. Just eff me already.”

“As you request.” Claudio winks, and he picks up the pace to a degree Nick can hardly handle. It’s on the edge of too much, the speed of it, the way Claudio gently wraps a hand around his cock, and all Nick can do is hold on.

“Don’t – don’t stop,” Nick gasps, knuckles turning white as he braces against the bench. He pushes back against all of Claudio’s thrusts, trying to get all of him in every time.

“I was in no way planning on it.” Claudio’s grip around his cock tightens. “For the sake of time, are you close?”

“Yeah, I can get there,” Nick gasps. He’s torn between pushing back on Claudio’s cock and forward into the tight ring of his hand. “C’mon, don’t tease, Claudio.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

It happens before Nick can really think it through – Claudio comes deep within him without warning, like always, nothing more than a gasp and the warmth as an indicator. “Jesus,” Nick gasps. “God, I’m gonna be so gross throughout the whole match.” He whines as Claudio pulls out, jacking Nick’s cock so quickly Nick feels his orgasm sprint toward him.

“Yes, Nicholas,” Claudio says, lips by Nick’s ear. “That way you can feel me inside you the entire time we wrestle our match.”

That does it. Nick comes so hard his vision blurs, head dropping back on Claudio’s chest. “Oh, my god. That was unfair. You know saying stuff like that gets me off.”

Claudio presses a kiss to Nick’s temple. “That’s the point, angel.”

Nick laughs as he comes back to earth, blinking his eyes open. “Same time next week?”

“Prior to that,” Claudio says. “We should both be at WrestleDream, yes?” He turns Nick, kissing him quickly, like they don’t always do. “I will fuck you without abandon Sunday, too.”

“Cool,” Nick says, like that isn’t the hottest thing he’s ever heard. “It’s a date.”

Claudio was right – Nick can feel him through the entire match. But it’s the most obvious when he gets the pin.

“You’re insufferable,” Claudio says, glaring as they pass backstage after the match. “Stealing my win. I had Cage dead to rights.”

“Hey, not my fault you weren’t in the right place at the right time.” Nick grins at him. “Next time do a better job of expecting the unexpected.”

Claudio licks his teeth. “I won’t be so easy on you on Sunday, then.”

“You two don’t have a match on Sunday,” Matt says, popping out of the Elite locker room. “What are you even talking about?”

“Nothing of your worry, Matthew,” Claudio says, and his smile is predatory. “Your brother and I will handle our discontent in our own way at a later date.” He walks away, and Nick watches him leave until Matt yanks his sleeve.

“He’s so weird,” Matt says. “Also, I got you some water.”

Nick throws him a grateful smile. “Thanks, dude.” He raises the water bottle and chugs it.

“Come on,” Matt says, grabbing Nick’s arm. “I gotta get ready. Will you help me get my pump on?”

Nick chokes on his water.

~

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