Author Notes:
This fic is from Nicky's POV. Another little thing that popped into my head randomly, hope I don't make him ramble too much ^^; Hope you guys enjoy it :3
Once again I do not own Avenue Q or any of the characters or settings, I'm just borrowing them for my own twisted writing pleasures XD
This is about Nicky and Rod, if you don't like that pairing of the idea of yaoi then please read no further!
Okies that's the talking done now…on with the show!
*curtains open*
Jealous
When I found Ricky I really thought I'd found someone perfect for Rod; handsome, fun-loving, smart. Everything I thought I wasn't.
Whenever I introduced the two of them I was really hoping he'd push him away, yell at me again, but whenever he acted the way he did…
I wished he'd act that way for me.
For the first few weeks after their first date everything was fine. Me and Rod still spend time together but as the days went on I saw him less and less then…he just didn't come home. I missed him more than I thought I would, I mean, I'm straight, right? I shouldn't pine after my MALE roommate…not when he's MALE and all that. I've said it before; I'M NOT GAY!
I'm not…
Really!
But…
If I shake my head the thought's gone in a flash but in the back of my mind I picture him kissing me, holding me. I don't get it, why am I so damn JEALOUS?!
There he is, he just walked through the door. Look at him, he's so happy with this guy. That goofy smile is never off his face. He never smiles at me like this. As I fold my arms he comes up behind me, puts a hand on my shoulder,
"Nicky," he smiles, full of light and airiness,
"Isn't this day just fabulous?"
I sigh and shrug him off,
"No better than any other day" Without you, I wanted to add.
"What's with you lately?" he says, frowning,
"You've been so moody lately."
"Happens," I reply, trying not to look at him, knowing that the smile has faded from his face.
I hear him kick the bottom of the chair I'm on,
"Is there…something you wanna say to me Nicky?" I hear the almost pleading tone appear out of nowhere.
"What?" I look over at him, I know I sound surprised and I guess I am. What the heck does he mean?
"I know I'm having fun with Ricky but…to be honest, I think it's cause I think he's just like you."
I tilt my head, curious,
"Like me?"
He nods and takes a seat, not looking at me at all,
"I mean…he does look just like you."
I fidget without meaning to and he knows I'm nervous,
"Nicky," he almost whispers, I'm straining to hear,
"I…love you."
I choke.
The air still isn't coming.
He's on the same chair as me.
He's holding my face.
He's kissing my lips.
My face is burning.
It's a rush of flesh and heat, pounding hearts and hips. Next thing I know I'm on his bed feeling everything; his body on mine moving fast, needy, his arms pinning mine, his tongue dancing tango with mine, everything. I feel the ache all over my lower half with every splitting push but I don't care, this is Heaven. This is Rod. My Rod. He pants and says my name so softly I can barely hear it and I feel a hot burning all over. My heart is still racing, pounding, thumping. My breath is running from me, I can barely catch it and when he smiles I lose it completely; he's smiling at me! He kisses my head and pulls me close,
"Nicky," he whispers, smiling knowingly,
"There's no need to be jealous."