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The studio was dimly lit, the soft glow from the computer screen casting a faint blue hue across the room. The only sounds were the quiet hum of equipment and the occasional click of Noah’s mouse as he adjusted levels on a new track. The air smelled faintly of coffee and the faint sweetness of Nick’s body wash and lotion combo, a scent Noah had grown used to, one that clung to the couch where Nick was curled up behind him.
Noah glanced over his shoulder and couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips. At some point while Noah was working, Nick had drifted off, stretched out on the studio couch with a throw blanket half-draped over him. His face was soft in sleep, lips slightly parted, one arm tucked beneath his head while the other rested loosely over his stomach. His hair fell across his forehead in messy waves, and every now and then, his nose scrunched just a little, like he was having some kind of dream.
Noah leaned back in his chair, gaze lingering a little too long. He’d seen Nick like this countless times—soft, vulnerable, so effortlessly beautiful, but something about the quiet intimacy of the moment hit him differently tonight. The usual chaos of the studio felt distant, like everything had quieted around Nick’s presence.
With a quiet sigh, Noah turned back to his guitar, fingers absentmindedly plucking at the strings. A soft melody emerged, gentle, unhurried, matching the rhythm of Nick’s slow, steady breathing. It wasn’t what he’d planned to work on, but his mind kept circling back to the sight of Nick sleeping so peacefully in the corner of the room.
He grabbed a notebook and scratched down a few words.
I wrote this while I’m watching you sleep
You’re behind me on the couch in the studio
So I’m gonna make this lullaby sweet
His pen hovered for a moment as he glanced back at the couch, watching the slow rise and fall of Nick’s chest.
The Sandman is gonna flip when he comes through
While you count sheep, I’ll give him music to jump to
Noah smiled to himself, quietly humming along as he shaped the melody around the words. The rest of the world faded out, there was no rush, no pressure, just the sound of Nick’s breathing and the quiet strum of his guitar filling the empty spaces between them.
Another lyric came easily, like it had been waiting there the whole time.
You’re smiling as you sleep, so you dig it
Only I can make some soft shit and rip it
His voice dropped to a whisper as he tried the words aloud, the melody settling into something warm and easy. It wasn’t polished, not yet, but it didn’t need to be. It was theirs.
He didn’t notice how much time passed until he heard a quiet murmur from behind him.
“Noah?”
He turned just in time to see Nick stir, his eyes barely open, voice soft and heavy with sleep. “What’re you working on?”
Noah’s heart stuttered in his chest. “Just…something new,” he said, keeping his voice low. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”
Nick shook his head, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he stretched beneath the blanket. “I like hearing you play.”
Warmth spread through Noah’s chest, and he set his guitar aside, pushing his chair back from the desk. Without a word, he crossed the room and dropped to sit on the floor beside the couch, his hand finding Nick’s under the blanket.
“You were out for a while,” Noah murmured, brushing a strand of hair from Nick’s forehead. “I was gonna let you sleep.”
Nick hummed, curling his fingers around Noah’s. “S’comfy here. You sound nice.”
Noah hesitated for a second, then leaned in to press a kiss to the inside of Nick’s wrist. “I was writing about you,” he admitted quietly.
Nick blinked sleepily, a soft flush creeping across his cheeks. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Noah smiled, brushing his thumb gently across Nick’s knuckles.
Nick’s breath caught for a second, and his fingers tightened around Noah’s. “You’re gonna make me all mushy,” he mumbled, his voice warm and fond. “Sing it for me later?”
“I’ll sing it for you whenever you want,” Noah promised, leaning up to press a soft kiss to Nick’s lips. “It’s yours.”
Nick sighed happily into the kiss, his other hand slipping into Noah’s hair as he pulled him closer. “I love you,” he murmured against his lips, his voice still heavy with sleep. “You’re the best.”
Noah chuckled softly, brushing another kiss against his jaw. “I love you too,” he whispered. “Now go back to sleep, I’m not going anywhere.”
Noah settled back into his chair, the quiet creak of the leather barely audible over the hum of the studio. He picked up his guitar again, fingers moving instinctively over the strings as he worked through the melody. The soft notes filled the room, warm and low, matching the quiet comfort of having Nick nearby.
He thought Nick had fallen back asleep, his breathing had evened out again, and he hadn’t stirred when Noah kissed his hand one last time before getting up. So Noah let himself sink fully into the music, head bowed, lips moving as he quietly worked through a new verse.
His voice dropped to a murmur as he thought out a playful line.
If I make this, then maybe you will wake up and get naked
Boy, I’m playing
Maybe not
He huffed out a quiet laugh to himself, fingers still moving over the strings. It wasn’t the most serious lyric, but there was something about Nick that always loosened the edges of his thoughts, made room for softness, and for teasing.
What Noah didn’t realize was that Nick wasn’t asleep. Not even close.
The second those words slipped from Noah’s lips, Nick’s eyes fluttered open, a slow, mischievous smile spreading across his face. Beneath the blanket, his fingers toyed idly with the hem of his shirt before he made a decision.
If Noah wanted to sing things like that, well, Nick was more than happy to play along.
Slowly, deliberately, he slid his shirt up and over his head, the fabric brushing softly against his skin as he tucked it beneath the blanket. His eyes stayed on Noah the whole time, watching the way his brow furrowed in concentration, completely unaware of what was happening just a few feet away.
Nick bit back a grin as he shifted, wiggling out of his sweatpants and kicking them off beneath the blanket. The cool air brushed against his skin, and the quiet thrill of doing this right under Noah’s nose, without him even realizing, made his pulse tick faster.
Noah, still lost in his music, leaned closer to his notebook, scribbling something down. His voice was softer now, more thoughtful as he worked through another line.
Your hair is all over the place and I love it
I won’t put the bass in this beat
If it knocks, then I might wake you up
Nick’s heart clenched a little at that, but the playful glint in his eyes didn’t fade. Instead, he shifted again, just enough to let the blanket slip a little lower on his torso, before he stretched his arms above his head in an exaggerated motion.
The movement caught Noah’s eye.
At first, he just glanced over, like he was checking on Nick without really thinking about it, but then his gaze snagged on the bare skin revealed by the blanket.
He froze.
Nick bit his lip to keep from laughing, letting his eyes flutter open like he was still half-asleep. “Something wrong?” he asked, voice slow and syrupy.
Noah’s mouth opened, then closed again as his gaze drifted—first to Nick’s bare shoulders, then to the curve of his waist, and finally to the realization that the blanket wasn’t hiding much at all.
His guitar let out a soft, discordant sound as his fingers fumbled. “What… what are you doing?” His voice cracked just a little at the end, and Nick swore it was the best thing he’d heard all night.
“You said something about getting naked,” Nick said innocently, dragging his fingers along the edge of the blanket as he stretched again, arching his back just enough to make his point. “I figured I’d help you out.”
Noah blinked, his brain visibly struggling to catch up. “I-” He cleared his throat, setting the guitar aside with a clumsy sort of urgency. “I didn’t think you were awake.”
Nick’s smile widened as he let the blanket slip another inch lower. “I wasn’t. But your song was pretty convincing.”
For a long moment, Noah just stared, his jaw tight, his hands curling into fists against his thighs like he was trying to maintain whatever shred of composure he had left. But Nick knew him too well. He could see the flush creeping up Noah’s neck, the way his breath hitched when his gaze dropped back to where the blanket barely clung to his hips.
“You’re a menace,” Noah muttered, though his voice had softened into something rough and needy.
Nick shrugged, letting the blanket slip just a little more. “You’re the one who brought it up,” he said, feigning nonchalance. “I’m just following your lead.”
“Yeah?” Noah’s chair scraped back against the floor as he stood, his eyes darkening as he took a slow step toward the couch. “You think you’re funny?”
Nick tilted his head back, his pulse kicking up as Noah loomed over him. “I think you like it,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. “And I think you should finish that song. Unless you’re too distracted.”
Noah exhaled sharply through his nose, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe Nick was doing this to him. “You’re impossible,” he muttered, but he was already reaching for the blanket, his fingers curling under the edge to tug it away. “And you’re not helping.”
Nick just grinned, leaning back against the couch as the fabric slipped away. “I wasn’t trying to.”
Noah let the blanket fall to the floor without a second thought, his eyes sweeping over Nick’s bare skin like he was committing every inch to memory. His jaw was tight, lips pressed into a thin line, like he was trying to maintain some semblance of control, but the way his hands twitched at his sides gave him away.
Nick stretched again, deliberately slow, arching his back slightly as he locked eyes with Noah. “You’re staring,” he teased, voice soft and sweet, knowing exactly what he was doing.
“You’re naked on my couch,” Noah shot back, though the usual bite in his tone wasn’t there. His voice was lower, rougher, more strained.
Nick tilted his head, biting back a smile. “Your couch, huh? I don’t remember you paying for it.”
Noah’s nostrils flared. “You’re unbelievable.”
“And yet, you’re still looking.” Nick’s grin widened as he shifted his legs, stretching one across the couch while the other dangled off the edge, exposing his half-hardened cock. “I thought you were working.”
“I was working,” Noah muttered, his gaze dragging over Nick’s lap and thighs before snapping back to his face. “Until you decided to… do this.”
Nick shrugged, playful and unbothered. “You’re the one singing about wanting me naked. I’m just helping with the creative process.”
Noah huffed a breath, part frustration, part something else entirely, as he knelt on the edge of the couch, bracing a hand beside Nick’s hip. “You’re such a pain in the ass.”
Nick lifted his hand, brushing a thumb across Noah’s jaw. “And yet, here you are.”
“You’re lucky you’re cute,” Noah muttered, leaning in closer. His lips hovered over Nick’s, his breath warm as it fanned across his skin. “Or I’d kick you out for distracting me.”
Nick’s heart pounded harder in his chest, but he kept his voice light. “You wouldn’t kick me out.”
Noah hummed low in his throat. “No?”
“No,” Nick whispered, sliding his fingers into the soft hair at the nape of Noah’s neck. “You like me too much.”
For a second, Noah didn’t move, just held Nick’s gaze like he was debating something. Then, with a soft curse under his breath, he closed the gap and kissed him.
The kiss was rougher than Nick expected. Frustrated, almost, like Noah had been holding back for too long. His hands slipped to Nick’s waist, fingers pressing into warm skin as he pulled him closer.
Nick sighed into the kiss, letting his legs fall open just enough for Noah to settle between them. His body melted against the couch as Noah deepened the kiss, his lips warm and insistent, like he was trying to prove a point.
Noah mumbled against his mouth between kisses, something about Nick being insatiable, though his hands were still wandering, tracing slow, teasing patterns over Nick’s ribs, his stomach, the dip of his hipbone.
Nick smiled into the kiss, nipping at Noah’s bottom lip just to make him groan. “You love it.”
Noah pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, his pupils blown wide with something Nick was all too familiar with. “Unfortunately for me,” he murmured, dragging his thumb along Nick’s jawline, “I do.”
Nick laughed softly, tilting his head to kiss along the edge of Noah’s mouth. “Guess you’re stuck with me.”
“Yeah,” Noah whispered, his voice softer now as his fingers traced the curve of Nick’s waist. “I guess I am.”
Noah kissed him again, slower this time, like he was letting himself sink into it, into him. His hands traced gentle patterns over Nick’s waist, thumbs ghosting along his ribs, his stomach, every touch deliberate, almost reverent.
Nick hummed against his lips, his fingers sliding into Noah’s hair, tugging lightly just to hear the soft hitch of breath it pulled from him. “You’re really not gonna go back to work, huh?” he teased, his voice a little breathless, a little smug.
Noah pulled back just enough to look at him, his lips kiss-swollen, his pupils dark and blown wide. “You’re the one who stripped naked in the middle of the studio,” he murmured, dragging his thumb over Nick’s bottom lip. “You really expect me to just ignore that?”
Nick smirked, nipping at Noah’s thumb before shifting against the couch, stretching like a cat beneath him. “You could’ve tried.”
Noah scoffed, shaking his head. “Unbelievable.”
Nick grinned. “Still staring.”
“Still naked,” Noah shot back, but there was no real bite to it, just a quiet sort of awe beneath the teasing, something softer, something that made Nick’s stomach flip.
Noah’s hands slid lower, over his hips, his fingers pressing in like he was grounding himself. “You’re really unfair,” he muttered, like he couldn’t decide if he was annoyed or just utterly gone for him.
Nick tilted his head, brushing his nose against Noah’s. “I know.”
Noah sighed, but it was laced with fondness, his lips ghosting over Nick’s in a barely-there kiss before he pulled back just a fraction. “I was trying to write a song.”
Nick grinned, his fingers tracing idle circles over the back of Noah’s neck. “Well, now you have more inspiration.”
Noah huffed a laugh, his forehead pressing against Nick’s for a moment before he groaned dramatically. “I’m never gonna finish at this rate.”
Nick arched a brow. “Want me to put my clothes back on?”
Noah pulled back just enough to give him a look, his hands tightening on his waist. “Don’t you dare.”
Nick laughed, and Noah kissed him again, slow and deep and lingering. Nick made a whimper at the back of his throat, pressing his body flush against Noah's, arms winding around his neck. Heat was rushing through him, hot and overwhelming.
Nick groaned softly as Noah's lips traveled down his neck, teeth grazing over his skin, and he tilted his head to one side, eyes fluttering shut. "Noah…” he whispered, his fingers tangling in the soft, dark locks, tugging gently.
Noah's lips moved down Nick's throat, finding their way to his chest, exploring every inch of skin with slow, deliberate kisses. His hands roamed freely over his body, fingertips tracing each contour before his lips claimed the territory. The taste and feel of Nick's body ignited a fire within him, sending waves of desire through his veins as he moved lower.
His lips danced a path down Nick's stomach, his tongue flicking against the sensitive skin just below his belly button as he moved. He could feel Nick's breath quickening, his body taut with anticipation as his lips ventured lower, his hands gripping his hips with purpose.
Noah's lips traveled lower, finding their target, and he wrapped his hand around his now fully hardened length, a smirk playing on his lips. He took a moment to take in the sight, his gaze locking with Nick’s before leaning down, his lips closing around him, and he began to suck softly, his tongue swirling over the sensitive head of his cock. He could hear the sharp gasp that escaped Nick's lips, and he looked up, his eyes dark.
Nick stared down at Noah, his expression a heady mix of pleasure and awe. The sensations coursing through him were almost overwhelming, his fingers tugging at Noah’s hair again, silently begging him to continue.
Noah hummed softly, his eyes fixed on Nick's face, memorizing every moan and gasp that escaped his lips. He adjusted his position, his free hand gripping Nick's hip as his pace increased, his slick mouth sucking more of him in, his tongue running along a vein on the underside of his cock.
Nick's grip in his hair grew tighter, and he groaned, his head falling back against the couch. His mind was hazy with pleasure, the world around him blurred and distant as all he could focus on was the hot, wet feel of Noah's mouth. He bucked his hips involuntarily, seeking more of that delicious friction, and Noah obligingly took him deeper.
As he continued to suck Nick, Noah reached down with one hand to gently roll his balls in his hand, applying just the right amount of pressure. He knew how sensitive he was there, and he used it to his advantage, his movements intentional and precise.
Nicks breathing began to pick up, the pace of his chest rising and falling becoming much more frantic. "Noah, baby… I’m close…” Words came out as moans, short, ragged breaths, and Nick gripped Noah's shoulders. One of his feet moved to settle on the floor, the other leg planting his foot on the couch, trembling slightly. He was right on the edge, the sensations building up with every passing second. "Fuck, please don’t stop," he panted.
Noah moaned in response, unable to resist the way Nick was losing control. He could feel the way he was trembling, the desperate edge in his voice, and he redoubled his efforts, his mouth and hand working in perfect harmony. He lodged Nick in the back of his throat, choking slightly while drool started to dribble down his chin. His own hips roll against the couch, searching for friction.
Nick groaned, his hips bucking slightly as he was swallowed, his grip on Noah's shoulders becoming almost claw-like. Noah deep-throated him again, using his tongue to press against the underside as he withdrew slightly, his mouth and hand working in perfect tandem. And just as he heard Nick's breath hitch, he took him all the way down again, his throat opening wide, and he hummed gently, the vibrations sending tremors through Nick.
With a strangled cry of Noah’s name, Nick cums down his throat, the waves of pleasure washing over him in shuddering pulses. He shivered, his grip on Noah's shoulders tightening as he rode out his orgasm, his breath coming in quick, ragged gasps.
Noah swallowed around him, his throat working as he gently coaxed Nick through it, his own body shaking as he whimpers and moans around him. He could feel the way Nick was trembling, the shudders that wracked his body, and he slowly withdrew, his mouth leaving him with a soft 'pop'. His hand continued stroking him lazily, milking every last drop from him.
He leaned forward, his head resting against Nick's hip, and he looked up at him, a satisfied smirk on his face as he caught his own breath. "You okay, babe?"
Nick managed a weak nod, his body trembling with the aftershocks. "Yeah," he rasped, his voice hoarse. "I'm... I'm good." He reached down to brush a strand of hair back from Noah's forehead, his touch gentle, a bit shaky.
Noah felt a rush of affection at the gesture, his smirk softening into a warm smile. He could tell that Nick was still coming down from the high, and he wanted to make sure he was taken care of.
He pressed a soft kiss to his hip, then sat up on his knees, his hand rubbing slow, soothing circles on Nick's thighs, the other wiping his chin with the collar of his shirt. "You’re shaking like a leaf.” he teased, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
With a shaky breath, Nick managed a small chuckle at Noah’s comment, his body still trembling a bit from the intensity of what had just happened. He reached out to cup Noah's face, his touch a bit unsteady, but filled with a tender affection.
"Your turn," he murmured, his voice gruff with satisfaction. "Come up here."
As soon as the words left Nick's mouth, Noah felt a rush of heat to his face, his cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. He had been so focused on giving him pleasure that he hadn't even realized he had gotten himself off until Nick had mentioned it.
He swallowed, trying to hide his reaction, but it was too late. Nick had noticed his flushed cheeks and the way he'd shifted awkwardly on his knees.
"Oh, look at you. Got so worked up just from making me feel good," Nick purred, his hand sliding up Noah’s waist, his touch light and teasing.
"Shut up," Noah muttered, his cheeks burning even hotter. He tried to move away, but Nick's hand on his waist kept him in place, and he could feel his gaze on him, his expression smug and satisfied.
Nick's fingers traced small circles over Noah's hip, his touch feather-light and teasing. "Don't be embarrassed," he said, his voice low and soothing. "It's hot. I like knowing I have that effect on you."
Noah groans, draping himself over Nick after grabbing the blanket that was discarded earlier, throwing it over them and tucking himself into Nick’s chest.
Nick let out a soft laugh at Noah's actions, his arms wrapping around him automatically, holding him close. "Someone's clingy," he teased, burying his face in his hair and breathing in his scent.
Noah muttered something unintelligible into Nick’s chest, his voice muffled by his skin. Despite his attempt to pout, he cuddled even closer, his body molding against Nick’s with ease.
Nick's hand idly played with Noah's hair as he cuddled him, a sly grin tugging at his lips. He couldn't help but tease him a bit, his mind returning to their earlier conversation.
"You know," he said, his tone casual. "You'll probably have to use this in your lyrics now. Can't let a good moment go to waste."
Noah groaned in protest, his face still buried in Nick's chest. "Ugh, shut up. You really want all my lyrics to be about getting you off now?"
“I mean…”
“Nicholas!”