If there is a way to find you, I will find you— - Hot Fuzz fic: "When to Stop" - Nick/Danny

If there is a way to find you, I will find you— - Hot Fuzz fic: "When to Stop" - Nick/Danny - R/NC17

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Hot Fuzz fic: "When to Stop" - Nick/Danny - R/NC17

[Sep. 9th, 2008|03:38 am]

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Title: When to Stop
Fandom: Hot Fuzz
Pairing: Nicholas/Danny
Rating: R/NC-17
Notes: At this point, I can't keep track of what-all is going on in my head. I really can't. Saw the film for the first time earlier this evening - or, no, at this point, it's yesterday evening. Might as well get this out of my system. In my mind, this is set more or less immediately post-film, but you can place it post-canon wherever you will.
Summary: Discovering the extent of one's limits is never an easy process.

Awkward doesn't even begin to cover it.

If there's anything that fails to surprise Nicholas, it's that they're on pretty even footing. If he's honest with himself, he's only ever done this a handful of times - meaning once with that shy, smart girl who'd been in his graduating class at Canterbury and then the disaster that had been Janine, period, most of which he'd blocked out.

Danny, on the other hand, hasn't done this at all; he doesn't reckon that abortive attempts at sixth-form snogging count. The only difference being that he doesn't seem terribly fussed about that. Nicholas is, on the other hand, very fussed, relatively even scores aside. Danny doesn't reckon there's any point in that, either. He's perfectly happy to kiss Nicholas again and linger over it this time, one hand cupped to Nicholas's cheek with his usual, effortless tenderness. Nicholas shivers in spite of himself.

"Are you afraid of what the neighbors'll say?" Danny asks, his tone soft and understanding. "I hate to break it to you, but mine say plenty. They wouldn't recognize a movie-night if it hit 'em upside the head. Half the town already knows."

"If there were anything to know," laughs Nicholas, nervously. Danny's cheek is smooth with the faintest trace of stubble. He leans forward and rests his forehead against Danny's, sighing. "Although I suppose that, considering this, there is."

Danny's laughing with him now, and somehow it's no longer awkward at all.

*

On the flip-side, it's something of a different story.

In spite of his initial confidence, Danny proves a bit shy. Nicholas supposes he can understand that: he'd been taunted for his roundness as a child, but he'd always felt fortunate to have grown out of it by his early teens. For Danny, having never outgrown it, the matter must still rankle. Nicholas slides his sweating palms from Danny's exposed collarbone down to his stomach and murmurs, haltingly, that he wants this.

And just like that, Danny's trousers loosen and fall. Funny, but it doesn't take much, and Nicholas isn't sure which of them got to his fly first. Doesn't matter. Danny's kissing Nicholas again - slowly, worshipfully - and it's all Nicholas can do to keep his hands steady at Danny's waist. Careful, now. No need to rush, after all.

When Danny touches him, down they go. In a tangle of limbs and mumbled apologies, the only thing standing between bliss and hilarity is that the bed's still pristine, not even unmade. Nicholas's newly prepared cottage has become their honeymoon suite.

"What's so funny?" asks Danny. His cock's pressed against Nicholas's belly, and coherent thought has grown difficult. And then, even more softly still: "Nicholas?"

"I've switched off," Nicholas whispers in near-amazement. His mind's gone blank.

The only fitting answer is a kiss, then a tug at Danny's pants to let him know he means business. Danny's groan seizes them both, urgent and welcome. Nicholas's fingertips graze over Danny's scars and settle at the small of his back. Shedding their shorts is curt, desperate work. By now, Nicholas's fairly aching.

"So you have," Danny sighs, and bliss folds them close, holds them under.

*

What does take Nicholas by surprise is that Danny is quiet when he comes.

Groans fade to moans fade to whimpers, followed by the brief sting of Danny's teeth at Nicholas's shoulder, and then, breathless, he clings and shudders in silence. All the while, Nicholas cradles him with both eyes closed, his mouth half open against Danny's forehead and his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He's not far behind, and he's not likely to hold himself back. The thought floods Nicholas with momentary dread.

Danny's holding him now, saying, "S'all right, then. Really it is."

Danny's hand on him is all at once coaxing, reverent, and sure. And so, propriety be damned, he shouts with the sheer relief of it, of knowing he hasn't lost Danny or even himself in simply learning to just let go for once in his sorry life. Nicholas's release rolls off him in waves, and Danny seems to take more pleasure in this than he'd taken on his own account. Nicholas slumps, finally, shaken; he seeks Danny's mouth only to find it waiting. In stark contrast to Danny's warmth, the room's grown unbearably cold.

"Let's get you covered," Danny murmurs against Nicholas's cheek. "You've caught a chill."

No, thinks Nicholas, once they're cleaned up and settled in. Not in the least.

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salmon_pink
2008-09-09 03:10 am (UTC)

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....I haven't seen Hot Fuzz in donkeys, and I've never read any slash fic, despite the lovely slashiness of it, but this just fit and took me right back to the movie. I could hear them, hear Nick trying to shed all of his issues and actually relax into it, hear Danny's mix of bravado and naive. This was, in a word, awesome. ♥

Yarp!