A/N: I'm sorry for the long wait sweets! But I've been very busy with my exams and stuff; which went very well, thank you! Now that my school is over for the summer, I will have loads of time, to get some writing done! So look out, the wait will be shorter this time! I promise!
Also this chapter, I think is the longest yet.. But just.. I won't promise that the chapters will keep getting longer and stuff, because I'm not sure I'll be able to keep that promise. I'll do my best to keep them at the longer end, but like I said; I can't promise anything.
Also I'm sorry if my grammar sucks, I've mostly been writing at night, so I get slightly sloppy, but I've been trying to look through it, so it wouldn't be killer bad!
Now I hope you'll enjoy!
hugs and butterfly kisses!
I want to start a revolution
A type of personal solution
Nick heard his own voice ring through the pitch-dark room. He felt the words form on his lips, as he sung the first lyrics to the music; hiding away the silence.
(Turn it up, heat it up)
A slightly lower voice sounded between the walls, making Nick shiver as the chills ran down his spine. He couldn't quite place the voice just yet, but it sure did make him shudder as he began singing again.
We all have got our own pollution
It's all about the execution
Nick's hands were folded behind the back of the chair, and his feet were firmly planted on the floor as his voice rose along with the words he was singing. His eye narrowed when he tried to see the other person in the room. He didn't know who it was, but he was certain that there was no one else in here, than the two of them.
You got something to say, my hands are tied, open your mouth, open it wide
Let the freedom begin
He didn't even know why, but by instinct he chanced to words away from the original lyrics. He really didn't know why he did, before he felt that it was actually true; his hands were indeed tied, behind his back. Cold and heavy chains were clinging around his wrists, every time he tried to move his hands just the slightest bit.
(Push the limit, are you with it)
Once again, the lower voice was heard clinging between the walls for a short moment, before Nick's throat started working the words and his lips let them flow out in the room.
Get on the floor, just let it drive, don't it feel good, don't it feel hot?
Feel the fire within
Still wishing to find out who the other singer was Nick kept singing, as he heard the sensual tick tack of a pair of feet, strutting over the floor in beat to the music. He didn't even have time to figure out where it came from, or where it was heading, before the sound stopped again.
I wanna see you strut, strut, strut, come on walk for me
Strut, strut, strut, how you wanna be
Everybody's looking for some love, but they don't know
Blinking a few times, Nick realized that something was standing right in front of him, a few steps away. He pulled at his hands to reach out for whomever it was, standing there; but the chains only rattled faintly.
(I told you, I'mma hold you down until you're amazed)
The voice was close this time, and the sentence wasn't even over the other boy's lips, before Nick felt something whistle through the air, right next to him. A loud snap sounded as the whip twisted in the air.
How to let it all hang out and that's why they're solo
Nick's sang again, his voice slightly shaking this time. This was both slightly disturbing and exciting at the same time. Mostly exciting though.
(Give it to ya, till you're screaming my name)
Nick body arched in the chair, when the voice was heard again. This voice was driving him crazy. He felt like he was unable to do anything but sing. He couldn't move his hands, he couldn't think clear, he couldn't get up, and he couldn't figure out who it was. What he would never admit to anyone was that he liked it. His head were fuzzy and he couldn't think straight. He just wanted more. He just wanted to know.
Solo, solo, don't wanna be solo
Solo, solo, don't wanna be solo
Once the last note was out, he took a deep breath; pulling in all the air, that he'd needed for quite a few notes now. He didn't get relax anything, though, before it happened.
I'm here for your entertainment
A red spotlight suddenly shone down on a tall blonde guy, standing right in front of him. Jeff was dressed in a pair of black leather jeans so tight they could have been passed for painted on and a simple black v-neck. In his hand, Jeff was holding a long whip, which Nick didn't question for a second, was the one that'd been whistling through the air, a few moments ago. But what Nick really noticed the most, was his face. Around his eyes, were a thick black eyeliner, and his lips were painted just as black as the liner around his eyes.
We're a complicated nation
And now we're in a situation
Even when he had to sing, Nick was completely unable to pull his eyes off of Jeff. He kept staring, as though his eyes were glued to the tall blonde in front of him. He kept staring, as Jeff's tongue darted out and flickered over his dark lips.
Let's take a make believe vacation
And get yourself some validation
The legs of the chair scraped against the floor, as Nick was writhing to get free, but still kept singing. Those damn chains just wouldn't let go, so he could take a hold of that walking sex toy in front of him, which was now taking a few steps closer, in the beat of the music.
'Cause it's about to get rough for you
Jeff stopped walking and laid his head back. As he sang his one line, his whole neck was exposed and Nick wished he could just grab him and taste that beautiful neck.
You got something to say, my hands are tied, open your mouth, open it wide
Let the freedom begin
Once again, Nick changed to lyrics, without really thinking about it. Because really, it was just how it was. He was chained to the chair, and he cursed the chains for holding him back from touching Jeff. All his brain could think was 'Let me touch him. Please just one time!' but of course he couldn't; he was tied up.
Get on the floor, just let it drive, don't it feel good, don't it feel hot
Feel the fire within
Nick sang, and watched as Jeff leaned down, and put his hands on Nick's knees. The whip was pressed against the side of his knee, but he didn't mind. As Jeff's face came closer, Nick kept starring at his lips until they were out of sight and Nick felt Jeff's hot breath spread over one of his ears.
I'm here for your entertainment
Jeff's voice made Nick shutter and he felt the chills running down his spine. Once again he pulled at the chains, desperate to come free, and to be able to touch the boy in front of him; but no use, the chair only scraped softly on the floor.
I wanna see you strut, strut, strut, come on walk for me
Strut, strut, strut, how you wanna be.
Nick was surprised that his voice didn't start shaking, when he suddenly felt something wet and hot on the shell of his ear. He didn't even have to ask, before he knew it was Jeff's tongue. Jeff was actually licking the shell of his ear! Jeff! And those black lips would be parted and- Nick's thoughts ran in circles, as he thought of what those lips would be capable of doing.
But I'm about to turn up the heat
I'm here for your entertainment
Singing into Nick's ear, once again, the one of Jeff's hands that wasn't holding the whip, slid slightly further up on Nick's leg; making him grit his teeth, to prevent any sounds from falling over his lips.
Solo, solo, don't wanna be solo
Solo, solo, don't wanna be solo
Nick tried to focus at something else, than the thought of those lips, and the hands on his tights, as he sang. This did seem impossible though, and he whimpered at the loss, when Jeff pushed off of he's legs and spun around, till he was having his back against Nick.
'Sall right
You'll be fine
Baby I'm in control
Jeff started singing, and walked in the beat of the music out to the middle of the room, the spotlight following him, where he turned around and faced Nick again.
Take the pain
Take the pleasure
I'm the master in both
The whip in Jeff's hand was cutting through the air. With a small flick of his wrist, Jeff made the whip create a loud smack in the air, and Nick gulped. Jeff wasn't even touching him, but his head was spinning and the blood was rushing in his veins.
Close your eyes, not your mind
Let me into your soul
I'm gonna work it 'til you're totally blown
Both of Jeff's hands were lifted to his face, twisted into his hair as he sang. His legs were slightly parted, and one foot was tapping to the beat.
No escape when I start
Once I'm in I own your heart
There's no way to ring the alarm
So hold on 'til it's over
His hands went to play with the whip, holding it with one hand, and pulling at it with the other, so that it was stretched out in front of his eyes. Jeff's voice pitched at the last note; he lifted an eyebrow and held the note when Nick began to sing.
Everybody's looking for some love but they don't know
How to let it all hang out and that's why they're solo
Nick's wrists were starting to burn, from his attempts to get out of the chair. He wanted to be close, he wanted to touch; He wanted to taste. But those damn chains were denying him to do so. He wanted it so badly, and he couldn't have it. He couldn't but oh how it just made him want it more.
No escape when I start
Once I'm in I own your heart
There's no way to ring the alarm
So hold on 'til it's over
Jeff slung the whip through the air once again, taking Jeff's attention away from the chains for a second or two.
Strut for me and show me what you're working with
Strut for me and show me what you're working with
As Nick sang, Jeff strutted over and behind the chair. He dropped the whip in the floor. He put his arms around Nick from behind, pressing his palms to his chest, as he gave himself to sing into his ear, once again.
Oh!
I'm here for your entertainment
With the last note, all sounds disappeared, and so did the lights.
The feeling of Jeff's hands disappeared and Nick opened his eyes. He blinked a few times, before realizing where he was. He looked around. His dorm room.
Nick groaned loudly when he realized that it had all been a dream; and when he realized that it'd had just as big affection to him in real life, as it had in his dream. His room was still dark, but the lights were starting to fall in, through the window.
Wondering what the time could be, Nick reached out and grabbed his phone on the table. Unlocking it, he saw Jeff's name light up this screen, and he groaned once again. He'd forgotten that he never read the last text. I mean why should he? The guy had pissed him off, so why should he bother reading his texts? Nick kept defending himself as he opened the text. He didn't even bother with reading it, before he went to the replying, and started texting.
"Morning, sexy."
Best thing 'bout tonight's that we're not fighting.
It was all kind of fuzzy, but still clear enough, for Jeff to see everything, as it was. He was standing in the house he called 'home', right in front of the shelf, with all of their photos in their frames. He just stood there, looking at the pictures. Watching the beautiful little baby girl, grinning at him, from one of the pictures. He smiled at the picture, as he listened to her laugh, from the living room. She was probably playing with their little puppy. Thinking about it, it was actually kind of a miracle, that they got the acceptance letter, for adoption. And even more of a miracle that they got such a wonderful girl as Gabby. Well actually her name was Gabriella, but they always used Gabby. And also, they would have loved any kid, they would be accepted to adopt, but that would be another side of the story.
Jeff flinched slightly when something rubbed against his leg, but when he looked down; it was just the cat, seeking his attention. He's smile grew a little wider. He'd had some rough times with his husband, he always had, but all in all, their life was comfortable. He leaned down to pick up the cat, meowing in front of his feet.
Could it be that we have been this way before
Stroking the cat's head with his free hand, Jeff's gaze was locked on the pictures, standing on the shelf. He sighed lightly, when the cat in his arms started to purr.
"Look Sweets," Jeff said to the cat. "This is you and Gabby!" Jeff made a gesture in the direction of a photograph on the shelf, with the hand that had just been stroking the cat, Sweets. Come to think of it; Jeff didn't even really know why they had decided on that name for her. "You weren't that old back then. You were just a little kitten." That's when he moved his head a little down, to nuzzle against the cat in his arms, before putting it back down on the floor.
I know that you don't think that I am trying
Sometimes it felt like ages went by, between their 'nice nights', but they loved each other.
Sometimes it was hard. Jeff spends every day, trying his best, to please his husband. His beloved, but still slightly troubled husband. Sometimes it really was hard, but at times like these, where it was all good, and everyone was relaxed, their marriage was literally amazing. They really loved each other; despise their differences, and their arguments.
I know you wear it thin down to the core
Jeff reached out and picked up the frame, in which, a picture of his daughter and husband was smiling at him. Tracing one thumb over the picture, as if to caress the persons in it, Jeff was looking at the perfect shapes of his husband, before directing his attention to the little girl in the picture, watching the beautiful smile on her beautiful little face.
He was lost in his own thoughts, his eyes fixed on the many pictures of himself and his family. He didn't hear that a certain man walked up to the doorway and leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest, smiling at the back, of Jeff, who were still caught up in looking at these pictures.
But hold your breath
Jeff put back down the photograph and his eyes started to slightly burn. It was getting later, the day had been long, and the sweet memories, did make him kind of emotional. Another picture was standing on the shelf, in the opposite end, of where the first picture of his sweet daughter. It was a picture of himself, his arms around the man, whom he called his husband, who was standing next to him, in the frame.
Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you
The blonde jumped, when a pair of arms, were suddenly wrapped around him.
"Jeff! Relax, it's me!" His husband whispered in his ear, making Jeff relax visibly. "It's just me." Jeff smiled at the sound of his true love's voice in his ear, and leaned his head slightly back, enjoying being close to him.
"You scared me, Nick!" Jeff smiled, directed to his husband. "Don't you dare, ever doing that again!" Jeff laughed.
Over again.
"I'm sorry." Nick laughed back, his hands were clasped together, around Jeff's waist, holding him close. "I won't do it again!" He giggled, before moving his head around, to kiss Jeff on the cheek.
Jeff wasn't surprised when Nick's lips first touched his cheek, and then again, a little further down, and once again; kissing a line down his cheek and his neck. "Nick." Jeff whispered. "You've got to wait until the kid's in bed." He said, knowing his husband well enough, to know what he wanted.
Don't make me change my mind
"If you hadn't worn a shirt, I would have continued down your arm." Nick said, not angry, not exactly happy, he just faked a pout, but then squeezed Jeff a little tighter, before swirling him in his embrace, and placed a soft kiss, on the lips of his husband.
"I love you, you insane fool." Jeff smiled, when Nick pulled back and released his lips.
"Daddy? Papa?" A little girl voice sounded from the door, and both men turned to look at their little daughter standing in the door, with a paper in her and, looking at them with big eyes.
Jeff felt Nick's arms loosen around him, since his husband knew him enough, to know what he wanted to do. Jeff got down on his knee's with a smile on his face. "What is it you have there, Gabby?" Jeff asked, his smile only growing wider.
I won't live to see another day
"I drew us, daddy!" The little girl said enthusiastically, as she half ran, over to Jeff and held the drawing up in front of his eyes.
On the drawing was three people, himself, Nick and Gabriella in between. On each side of them, were sitting a small animal; One side their dog, the other side was the cat. "That is so good Gabby!" Jeff said, and smiled widely at his daughter.
All the while Jeff was talking to Gabriella, Nick sat down on his knees as well. "Can Papa see it too?" He asked and reached out for the paper.
Because a girl like you's impossible to find.
Gabriella handed over her drawing, allowing Nick to take it from her, and so he did, and looked at it, with a smile, that didn't hide how lucky he felt.
While Nick was looking at his daughter's drawing, she, herself, crawled up in Jeff's lap and threw both of her arms around his neck. Gabriella buried her face in the crook of Jeff's neck. "I love you, daddy." She whispered against his neck. She then turned her head and looked at Nick. "And I love Papa!"
Impossible to find
"I love your papa too." Jeff said, and rubbed Gabriella's back.
"And I love your daddy." Nick retreated with a wide smile, before he leaned over to Jeff. He was so close; he was just about to let his lips connect with Jeff's.
Jeff's eyes flew open at the feel of a vibration, followed by a loud throb cutting through the silence in the room, and he felt his side ache. He looked around in the room, for a moment, before he realized that he was lying on the floor, in his dorm room, at Dalton; he'd fallen out of the bed, in the middle of his dream.
Jeff blinked a few times, before he sat up and tried to remember what he'd dreamt. He had a feeling, that it was a nice dream, but he couldn't really figure out what it had been about.
Crawling up in his bed, Jeff remembered the buzzing feeling in his hand, from when he woke up, and found himself clenching his hand around his phone.
He praised the lord that he hadn't woken up Thad, when he'd fallen out of the bed. Thad needed his sleep, after he'd been up so many nights, for Jeff's sake, so he was glad he hadn't been woken up, when he opened the text.
It wasn't long the smile on his face stayed though. It fell the moment he'd read through the text. Jeff let a hand run through his hair, before going to reply on the most unwelcome good morning text he'd gotten in a long time.
"What's the matter with you?"
Jeff turned off the vibrator on his phone, not wanting anymore texts at this time of the morning, and put it on the table. That's when he remembered what he'd been dreaming. He didn't get to stop himself before he groaned loudly and hid under his duvet, curling up.