Avenue Q- Ever Since- Chpt.1

Avenue Q- Ever Since

Author: NitrusOxide

Rating: R, for language and suggestive content.

Category: Avenue Q fanfiction.

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Chapter One- Taking Your Time
Rod and Ricky stumbled in at around 1:00AM. Nicky was still up in the living room, playing SNES. Nicky had obsessed over getting a Nintendo 64 when he was 16, but his parents couldn’t afford it. For his 18th birthday, Rod had bought him a Super NES, not understanding the difference between the two. None-the-less, Rod had saved up money working at his summer job to buy it for Nicky, and Nicky was not one to complain at anything received for free.
The deep blush on Rod’s face revealed to Nicky the pair had gotten tipsy at the bar. Or at least Rod had. Ricky seemed to be able to hold his alcohol a lot better. Rod was leaning against Ricky, who had his leather-clad arm on Rod’s shoulder. He smoothly guided him down the hallway to the bedroom. Nicky winced, seeing the look on Ricky’s face. His playful smile didn’t look playful at all to Nicky. It looked hungry, predatorial, almost. Nicky shuddered as they disappeared from sight. It made him... Uneasy. He felt a surge of dislike for Ricky rise up in him.

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Ricky gently shoved Rod backwards, who, in his inebriated state, fell directly onto his bed, just as Ricky had intended. Ricky climbed on, crouching over Rod, expressionless. Desire only evident in his eyes. Rod laughed nervously. Ricky pulled him in for a kiss. Rod could not deny that Ricky was a good kisser, but he felt... uncomfortable. Ricky withdrew, not looking to see Rod’s troubled expression. He slid off the bed, and began unbuttoning his tight black jeans. Rod closed his eyes, wrapped his arms around himself. He was tired... Ricky leaned in and whispered something incoherent in his ear... Or maybe it was coherent, Rod was drunk and his mind elsewhere. To tell the truth, it really didn’t take much to get Rod drunk, considering how rarely he exposed himself to alcohol. He wasn’t exactly the partying type, not that he was invited to parties anyway.

He felt Ricky’s hands on his sides, turning him over. And he liked it... Didn’t he? Because he liked Ricky, right? He was of course, painfully aware that the man before him was not Nicky. No matter how much he wanted him to be. He shouldn’t be thinking about Nicky at all. Ricky was different. Which was good... Because he didn’t want to be reminded of Nicky. Why couldn’t he just get over him?! That idiot! That messy, obscenely optimistic, easily amused, cute as hell, sweet, loyal guy with his big brown eyes and- No! That idiot! He’s just a friend, an annoying, really attractive... Friend! Just friends. Platonic male friendship. Nothing else. No mind explodingly hot gay sex.

But even so, it felt so wrong to be there with Ricky. With anyone but Nicky. And it scared him. And how he looked. It scared the shit out of him. He couldn’t even pretend he was Nicky. Because he wasn’t. Not at all.

“I- I’m tired,”  Rod nervously forced out.

“Oh, c’mon, I bet I could wake you up-” Ricky started, suggestively.

“No, really,” Rod interrupted. “Just... Not tonight.”

“Alright.” Ricky smiled coyly, he lifted Rod’s chin with his thumb and index finger and kissed him curtly on the lips. “Another time.” He winked, slipped his jeans back on, and exited the room. He passed the living room on the way out of the apartment, and as he pulled on his jacket and quietly took his leave, he didn’t notice the dirty look Nicky shot after him.

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Rod left early for work the next morning, despite his hangover. To be honest, Rod probably would have gone to work for anything short of missing all four limbs... But then again, maybe he’d manage to operate a calculator with his mouth... Or any other orifice. Nicky usually entertained himself while Rod was gone by harassing his neighbors, or wandering aimlessly throughout the streets of New York, but today he was troubled. Pissed, really. Everyone has days where they’re pissed for no conceivable reason, but for a laid back guy like Nicky, such days were a rarity.

He slumped on the old, but anally retentively clean couch in front of the television. He had fought Rod so hard to have one area he could keep the way he liked in the apartment, but Rod had pointed out that he let Nicky keep his half of the room as filthy as he wanted as long as it didn’t smell, and Nicky, as usual conceded, seeing as he didn’t pay rent. Weekday morning television is, as everyone knows, shit. He ended up watching infomercials and children’s cartoons for around four hours. Nicky hated being alone, but he was feeling antisocial. Whenever Nicky was alone without anything to do with a period of time he deemed ‘too long’ he would begin talking aloud. Sometimes to no one in particular, or to himself. Today he felt the need to respond to the television.

“Fuck you, Mr. Juicer. Not everyone needs their fruits and vegetables in liquid format. It’s unnatural...” He mumbled.

God he was lame when he was bored. Hadn’t Rod wanted a juicer, once?

“Well, I’m sure if Rod really wants one, Ricky will buy it.”

Nicky would buy Rod a juicer... if he had money.

“Ricky and his... Job” he spat the word venomously “and credit cards... He’s just a God in human form, isn’t he?” Nicky grumbled. But he had hooked them up in the first place. Because he wanted Rod to be happy...

“Would a juicer make Rod happy?” No, that was stupid. He was never very good at gifts, anyway. He just couldn’t seem to please Rod... But Rod looked so happy when he was with Ricky.

“And Rod has time for him... But he just leaves me here, bored as hell while he’s off at work the entire FUCKING day! I’m so FUCKING BORED!” Nicky slammed his fist against the couch, which, in turn bounced back and hit him hard in the shoulder.

“...Ow...”

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Rod was back at 6:00PM, exhausted by his late night and long day.

“Hey Nicky...” Rod sighed lacklusterly as he entered the living room. He fell onto the couch, but made sure not to sit too close to Nicky. Even when he was tired, he had to be ever vigilant. Nicky mustn’t suspect...

Nicky...

Rod looked over, a bit miserably at his object of affection. He was surprised to see his usual lopsided grin replaced with an intense glare.

“Nicky, what’s wrong?” asked Rod, disturbed by his friend’s expression.

“Nothing.” Said Nicky, in a cold tone, that implied anything but nothing.

“Ehm... How was your day, then?” inquired Rod, finding himself quite distracted by Nicky’s death stare.

“Great, Rod, y’know, just sitting here, doing NOTHING, as usual, for eighteen hours straight.” Nicky responded in a tense tone.

“Nicky, I only work twelve hour days, and you usually wake up around twelve AM anyway, so it was only six hours-”

“That’s what I said, six hours.”

“No it’s- Oh nevermind. And if you’re that bored when I’m gone, then why don’t you go try to get a-"

“Oh God, Rod, Don’t start with the job thing again! And that’s not fair, it’s my turn to be mad at you! You always leave me here alone with nothing to do all the-

“Well maybe, if you got a JOB yourself and started making money instead of asking me for it-"

“We’ve talked about this before, and I bet even if I had the most prestigious, high paying job in the world, you’d still spend the obscene amount of time at work that you do now!"

“Do you think I like-... You know what. Forget it. I don’t have time for this.” Rod said in a hurt tone as he left done the hallway.

“Exactly! You never have time!” Nicky yelled. Rod slammed the door behind him.