#HangNick

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HangNick- sensory deprivation

I would not ask and neither would you [We could just kiss]

angst and smut | Hangman is such a sad cowboy | tw: drinking | 3,919 words

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Nick is staring at him like he's something to be pitied; his eyebrows are creased together sending dark shadows across the top of his eyes and when Adam clinks the glass across his top row of teeth, his nose wrinkles. "You don't gotta watch y'know." He tells him, mumbling into the last of the alcohol that sits untouched at the bottom of his stained glass, the words echoing and mixing with Adam's own heavy breathing. But still Nick just stares at him, silent and frowning and it almost makes Adam feel just a little sick with himself. "Why are you even here Nick?" Adam asks, slumping against the back of the chair.

"Matt went out with Kenny, I got bored in the hotel room alone." Nick replies, stretching his legs out on the floor in front of Adam, the tips of his sneakers pressing into the side of Adam's socked feet. It hurts, just a little and when Nick smiles just a little at him, Adam is unable to stop the softness that twitches the corner of his mouth into a small smile. "I missed you as well." Nick adds, voice softer than before, his fingers are tapping just a little against the bend of his arm as he stretches and Adam follows the curve of his spine. "I don't like thinking about you all by yourself. You're my friend."

Adam can't help the chuckle that slips past his lips; it's soft and just as bitter as the whiskey that slips its way down Adam's throat but the ache in his chest is a bitterness he doubts he'll ever get used to. But when he casts his eyes over to Nick, he watches how he stands; hands tucked into fists into his hoodie pockets and face wide and sad. "Sorry." Adam whispers and Nick just shakes his head, leaning against the chair as he softly leans down to kiss the crown of Adam's head; soft enough that it almost feels like another betrayal. His lips linger and Adam pretends that it isn't making the bottom of his chest ache. "You think I'm still your friend? Even after you threw me out of the Elite?" Adam keeps his voice soft; barely above a whisper as he pokes Nick softly into the chest, sighing softly when Nick's weight shifts and he perches on the arm of the chair, staring down at the mess of Adam's half-damp hair.

"Yeah." Nick answers and shrugs, almost as if Adam had asked the stupidest question in the world. He smiles; all bright teeth and happiness and it almost makes Adam feel unworthy like to stare at him so softly, the back of his head highlighted by the dimmed overhead light; Nick's almost angelic and a small part of Adam's brain is screaming for his entry to heaven, shaking the pearly gates until they come apart in small chunks in the fat of his palms.

Instead, he just sighs and reaches for the bottle. "You don't have to stay y'know." Adam starts, tongue heavy in his mouth, lips dry when he presses them against the chill of the glass. "I know drinking makes you uncomfortable and ya aint gotta stay with me. I'm not some flight risk ya know." He rambles, unable to swallow his words alongside his whiskey and when it slips down his chin, Adam's tongue reaches out to capture spray droplets that hang like icicles against the rim of the glass. "I aint nothing to be worried about anyway." The words fall so easily out his mouth that Adam almost doesn't recognise its own voice until he hears the small chirp of concern that slips past Nick's worried face.

He feels the cotton sticking to his back teeth long before he registers what's happening. He tastes his own breath; hot with state alcohol, and when his jaw closes just a little slower, he feels Nick's fingers squish between his bottom row of teeth. His fingers, wrapped in the cotton of Adam's bandana twitch and the two of them stare at one another. Realisation crawls across Nick's brain and Adam watches his face widen in shock. He pulls his fingers out slowly, sticking his trembling hands into the gap between his thighs and Adam watches, the bandana hanging from his mouth like a dog carrying a dead bird back home for his owner.

"Sorry" Nick whispers and it's soft enough that it almost doesn't register through the fog that's growing across the back of Adam's head. He watches through his eyelids as Nick reaches out slowly and tugs a little at the bandana. "It's just, you were saying bad things and mama always said if you don't have anything nice to say, you shouldn't say anything at all. I think that goes for talking about yourself too." He tugs just a little harder and when Adam's smile spreads a little further across his face, he slowly releases the cotton, letting the bandana fall into Nick's palm, a crumpled, damp mess.

Nick drops it kindly into Adam's half opened backpack and slowly wipes Adam's spit down his shirt. "Sorry I weren't so nice." Adam whispers when he picks the base of Nick's wrist slowly and soon he's stopping himself from reaching out to hold his hand; palm to palm. He studies Nick's blue eyes, the way they shimmer and Adam now doesn't stop himself from smiling. "I guess your ma is kinda right."

"She's always right." Nick replies and the smile that he gives Adam feels so much more than a little bit of joy, Nick moves his hand slowly out of Adam's hand and strokes a calloused thumb across the bottom of his lip, "I didn't hit you too hard did I?" Nick asks softly and Adam shakes his head, letting his lips part just a little, as if he's trying to show Nick that he's okay, they're okay.

They're so close together. He breathes in the same air as Nick for what feels like forever; their breathing mixes on eachother's faces, their eyes studying every little movement the other makes. It's almost like they're stalking one another or maybe their souls are playing chase like children and that's why Adam's heart is racing. It pounds in his ears, in the back of his head as Nick's legs move slowly, uncurling like a blooming flower and planting firmly either side of Adam's twisted body, Nick leans closer and maybe without thinking,so does Adam. They shift closer and closer and closer and-

Nick's phone rings.

A loud ring tone slices through the moment loud enough that Adam flinches, “Don't ya normally keep that on silent?” Adam asks and Nick just sighs, waving his phone dismissively. Adam watches Nick pace, listens to him mumble down the phone, tipping his head up to stare at the ceiling.

“Matt, I’m fine.” Nick mumbles and then his face falls in a way that makes Adam’s stomach knot just a little. “No I’m not by myself…”Nick's voice is lower now, hitting the back of Adam's ears and he can't help but stare at him as Nick paces, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I just wanted to see Adam...I'll be fine, promise." Nick's face stained with tiredness cracks into a soft smile and he chuckles down the phone. "I know Matthew, I know. I love you too..no I still think you're an idiot." The phone call ends lighter than what it started and Adam watches as Nick tosses his phone onto the bed, it bounces slightly before settling face down and silent again.

The two of them stare at one another; reading their facial expression but it's Adam who's the first one to break the silence. "What was that about?" He asks, nodding down to Nick's phone, almost waiting for it to ring again. "Did Matt not want us hanging out?"

Nick starts tapping again; low and anxiously against the bone of his collarbone and it makes Adam frown. "You can go..." He says before the words have time to settle between the cracks on his tongue.

"I uh..." Nick's looking awkwardly behind his shoulder at the hotel room door; watching it as if its about to talk back to him and then there's a flash of feeling across his face and Nick turns himself around quick enough that it makes him stumble a little in his little spot; standing with his legs pressing into the back of his thighs, arms folded across chest in a way that makes Adam want to hug him. He watches him struggle, following the way Nick's blue eyes flicker around the room before he shakes his head and settles back to staring at Adam. "I think I want to stay." He whispers and Adam pretends that the bubbling is his chest is heartburn, not his ribs collapsing in on themselves, trapping his thundering heart behind an unlockable door.

He lets Nick shower first, sits with his back to the door and listens to the way the water pounds against the tiled floor. He listens to Nick singing in the shower and chuckles a little at the memories of cold Japanese hotels; of Nick singing loud enough that it wakes Matt up, of early morning journeys where his head would tuck so snugly into the crook of Nick's neck that it almost made Adam feel like he was born to fit alongside him. He rubs his hand slowly across the aching base of his ribs, picks at the stray cotton that falls between his fingers and Adam wraps it around his fingers, tugging and yanking until it snaps and blood stains his fingertips with a soft pink again. He does anything to stop himself from thinking about the feeling of Nick's fingers pressing into the back of his mouth, the softness of his breath against his bottom lip.

The way that his chest burns for a connection that's long since been sliced away. He wonders if Matt is still mad at him or if somewhere in those bright brown eyes, there's forgiveness hidden away or if it's only Nick that mourns for a past that can never be again. He sighs softly, and slumps back against the pillows. The bed creaks under his weight and Adam closes his eyes slowly, lets the pillows take his weight as he listens and tries to do anything other than think about how there's water pooling at the bottom of Nick's feet, how there's droplets that are running slowly across the low slope of his shoulders, across the thin curve of his hips and

Adam shakes his head, dragging a pillow over his face. He pins it between his arms and waits for the shadows to grow; dark and heavy across his face and soon Adam is gasping for breath against the light grey pillow case and soon he's pulling it down, staring at Nick as he blinks at him, standing and shivering with a towel wrapped snugly around his hips. "Hello.." Adam whispers slowly, snuggling the pillow against his chest now, cheeks turning a light pink under Nick's unbreaking gaze.

"You're so weird sometimes." Nick whispers and it's not like its an insult but it comes out flat in his tired voice, Adam watches as stumbles over to his backpack, keeping him in the corner of his eyes as Nick bends down, the towel slipping just a little and Adam tries not to stare at the slope of Nick's asscheeks, he bites the inside of his cheek and by the time Nick turns to face him again, arms tangled around his clothes, Adam's slammed the door to the bathroom.

He keeps his back to the door, eyes glued to the overhead light that flickers before it flashes on. It makes the back of Adam's eyes ache as he stares into the light but the pain is better than the heat that's pooling in the pit of his stomach. He strips himself slowly, careful not to let his trembling hands brush against the mounds of his nipples or the aching of his half-hard cock as he wriggles out his jeans. "Shit C'mon body dont do this to me now, not now." Adam snaps at himself as the running water gurgles through the pipes. The shower blinks on and Adam crawls under the water long before it's warm; silently praying that the chill slices through the desire that's melting between the cracks of his tongue.

He stands under the water, just doing nothing but staring at the tiled floor under his feet, pretending not to think of Nick standing in the same position moments earlier. There's a collection of Adam's shampoo bottles left open and he swallows at the thought of Nick smelling like him; it's a possessive thought and a foolish one at that, Nick going back to his hotel room, carrying a silent mark that for one night, one quiet, weirdly glorious night, he belonged to Adam.

The thought almost makes Adam feel dizzy under the hot water, his body aches with desire and his heart burns in his chest. He glances at the bathroom door, half expecting Nick to open it and watch as Adam wraps a hand around his aching cock, stroking slowly as he tips his head back against the pounding water. He doesn't have time to focus on the way that his cock twitches against his palm, he just pumps, biting hard into the inside of his cheek until chunks are slipping between his fingers and sliding down his throat with every half-choked whimper.

His cum spills slowly across the tiled floor and Adam pins himself against the damp wall to keep himself from slumping over. He washes his hands, drags a cloth across his flushed body and when he leaves the shower, he can blame his blanched cheeks on the hot water.

Nick's dressed by the time Adam stumbles out the bathroom, legs tucked snugly under him as he squints down at his phone screen. "Ya have your glasses on?" Adam says, picking at a stray string on his towel, there's an ever familiar warmth that starts to settle just under Adam's skin as if he was bleeding out in bright red splotches that only he could see. He smiles and Nick smiles back. It's soft and gentle and maybe in another lifetime, it would be a welcome back, a welcome home instead of just a hello.

"Yeah, I was reading about how bees can sometimes help endangered birds like herons or-or spoonbills." Nick's hands are flapping; sharp and small movements that when Adam perches on the end of the bed slowly, he stops. "Sorry.." He whispers and Adam can't stop himself from reaching out a shower-cold hand to stroke and raise his chin just a little. They're gazing at one another again and Adam's heartbeat is pounding in his ears and sweat pools under his arms. He edges closer and soon Nick's forehead is pressed softly against the fat of his lips. The two of them stay like that for what Adam prays for more than a few seconds and when he pulls away, his lips burning. Nick giggles and swats a drying curl off Adam's cheek, watching how it springs back into place.

"What was that for?" Nick asks, voice light and soft and this time Adam just shrugs, patting him softly on the shoulder as he stands.

Adam knows that Nick doesn't look when he strips the towel and kneels down to find clean clothes. He watches how his eyes stay firmly on his phone screen; the reflection of flickering pictures and paragraphs reflecting in the joyful glow of Nick's irises. He pulls on a pair of boxers, rubbing away that ache that's bored itself into the marrow of his bones. He wishes Nick would just look at him. He wishes he could kiss him. He wishes he could get so drunk that Nick runs away forever.

Adam wishes for... He doesn't know. Silence? Love? Whatever it takes to get the world feeling steady under his feet again.

He shakes his head, pulls his hair a little too hard into a bun and when he stands again, Nick's wormed himself under the thick hotel comforter, glasses hanging off the tip of his nose and Adam can't stomach the idea of moving him. He's careful to tiptoe and when the hotel light flicks off; He watches how Nick looks bathed in the warmth light of the desk lamp. He follows the soft orange over the slope of his arms, the tilt of his jaw and soon Adam's stroking his face softly, feeling shaved skin rub his knuckle raw as he strips Nick of his glasses, leaving them smudged and folded on the bedside table.

He's even careful when he crawls into bed; the mattress groans and the bed creaks just a little and Adam's slow to settle under the comforter, breathes himself off the damp pillow cases and as he stares at Nick's back; tracing the bumps of his spine with his eyes, Adam feels tiredness wrap around him. He doesn't know how long he lays there, dreaming but soon there's a new weight against his chest; the warmth of someone else's skin burning into the palm of his hands and somewhere, his tired mind whispers that Kenny's snuck in during the night and pinned himself so tightly against Adam he can feel his own breath against his lips.

But the sound that falls into the darkness doesn't settle at the back of ears like Keny's sleepy whimpers do. It strikes through the darkness and Adam shoots up, panic writing its way across his face. "Nick?" He drags his hands off his body, tucks them neatly into the trembling fat of his legs and frowns, watching as Nick pulls half awake eyes open and flops his body over to stare at Adam.

"You don't have to say sorry." Nick whispers blinking tired eyes open and it almost makes Adam feel sick that he's gazing at him with eyes so soft and with lips slightly parted. "I kinda liked it.." Nick admits quietly, letting his back rest fully against Adam's chest, pinned so close together that under the glow of the moon, Adam can follow the growing blush that crawls up the back of Nick's neck.

"Everyone thinks I'm kinda just...here." Nick's hand stretches out into the darkness and Adam props himself up onto his elbows to study the way that Nick's bottom lip twists a little. "Everyone thinks Matts the pretty one." He whispers and something deep in the bottom of Adam's heart shatters.

"I think ya pretty.." He whispers, leaning down to press a kiss to Nick's forehead. He isn't sure who closed the gap first but soon their lips press together slowly. Nick parts his lips slowly and Adam lets himself slide his tongue over Nick's teeth, over the curve of his bottom lip before he's pulling away slow enough that the taste of Nick burns its way down his throat. Nick grins a little softer and when Adam leans down again, he lets him kiss him. 

Nick's so soft as he leans into the kisses, sharp teeth brushing against the swelling hem of Adam's bottom lip and it's enough to make him squeal a little into Nick's open mouth. "I never knew you made that sound." Nick whispers and Adam feels worry spike its way up his spine.

"Sorry, I guess it wasn't so nice to hear... I-I dunno why I made that sound." Adam admits into the quiet lust that's growing around them. Nick chuckles a little, following the way that Adam's hands track patterns across the hem of his boxers, fingertips barely brushing against his skin. "We ain't gotta do nothing if you dont wanna, I mean I would like'ta but I don't have to..to do stuff with you, I can just..ya know-" Adam feels Nick pull off him slowly, legs dragging the scarred fat of Adam's hips and soon there's the familiar feeling of cotton rubbing against his teeth. He mumbles a little around it and Nick just chuckles softly.

"You didn't say anything nice." He replies, leaning down to press a kiss to the middle of Adam's neck. He lets his teeth sink into the fat of his collarbone and it's enough to get Adam trembling under Nick's fingers. He breathes against Adam's skin kissing and Adam melts under his touch, blinking at him through fluttering eyelashes.

Adam relaxes his jaw, lets the cotton rub against the back of his teeth as Nick kisses down his shaking body, lets his shaking hands wrap around Nick's hips, the palm of his hands. Anything that he can touch, Adam grabs for and when Nick pulls his hands away there's scratch marks left behind; bright and red under the light and Adam feels his stomach knot up with pleasure when Nick's already aching cock rubs against his boxers. He grins and when Nick turns his face to look at him, he smiles letting his hands slide into Adam's boxers.

There's the shuffling of clothes and when Adam kicks his legs out, the comforter tumbles to the floor and Nick chuckles just a little. "Already making a mess?" He teases, giggling when Adam rolls his eyes, "I see you're still can't take a joke" Nick teases and Adam frowns through the lust. He tries to speak but all that comes out is a muffled groan as Nick spits in his hand and lines their cocks together.

He starts slow at first; running the flat of his wet palm across the aching head of Adam's cock and the touch is enough to make him start whimpering into the cotton; his back arches and his heart pounds as Nick tracks his hand downwards. stroking slowly as he rubs Adam's cock. Adam feels himself tremble in Nick's hand twitching as their legs tangled together. He holds Nick's hips and slowly wraps a hand around Nick's dick. It's hard and when Adam squeezes softly, Nick bucks his hips, fucking into the circle of Adam's fist.

"c-cmon now, you know you wanna cowboy" Nick whispers, voice shaking with pleasure and the look in his blown out pupils is enough for Adam to keep going, matching pace with Nick's hand and soon he's spilling across Nick's stomach, decorating his heaving chest with his own cum and it makes Adam just dizzy enough to slump against the pillows and drag Nick's cock against his, using his cum as lube as he pumps Nick off; lazier then before and while Nick moans his name, Adam can do nothing but choke out that he loves him into the fabric of his bandana.

Nick cums across Adam's hand and when Nick's eyes finally open, Adam smiles around the patterned fabric, spit running down his chin. He doesn't mind this time because Nick is looking at him.

Nick pulls Adam into the shower after they've both caught their breath and the bandana hangs, tangled between dirty sheets and Nick's cum stained boxers. He lets Adam crowd him into the corner, kissing him until Adam's choking on half-warm water and Nick is giggling into his open mouth.

"I'm glad you stayed" Adam whispers, quiet enough that it almost slips right past Nick's ears and falls down the plughole but he leans against Adam's chest and smiles softly.

"Me too." Nick whispers.

And this time, Adam doesn't mind the way he's staring at him.

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[banannabethchase]

#5 hangnick please?

Photos of a Greek God

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5. "Don't move. I want to take a picture."

~

Nick leaves the bathroom to see what quite possibly might be a miracle. Adam is stretched out on the bed, curls spread out across the pillows, sheet draped at an artful angle across his hips. He’s almost glowing, lashes fanning across his skin, and Nick stares.

“I can feel your eyes on me,” Adam mutters. Thankfully, he doesn’t wake up or move beyond his mouth.

“Don’t move,” Nick says, hands out in front of him as he backs up to grab his phone. “I want to take a picture.”

He can see by the furrow in Adam’s brow that he’s baffled but, kindly enough, he doesn’t move. “Uh, why?”

“You – okay, you’ll see it when I show you.” Nick picks up his phone and takes as many shots from different angles as he can. “Okay, I think we’re good.”

“Can I move now?”

“You can move,” Nick confirms.

Adam sits up and stares at him. “Want to explain this or something?”

“Of course.” Nick sits down on the bed next to Adam. “See?”

“See what?” Adam says, frowning. He scrolls through the photos until he gets to the picture of them and the rest of the Elite at the most recent show. “All I see are shots of me looking weird in bed.”

Nick blinks. “Wait, what?”

“It’s just me,” Adam says. “Look how weird my stomach is here.” He zooms in on a space were the blanket rests against his skin. “You know?”

Nick shakes his head, and runs his fingers over that space on Adam’s skin. Adam twitches, like he’s trying to pull away from it. “I don’t,” he murmurs. “All I know is that you look like some sort of Greek god in these pictures.”

Adam tilts his head to the side. “Kinda just look like some dude in his thirties about to start snoring.”

“Look how good your hair looks here,” Nick says, pulling up the next picture. “It’s all golden curls and fanned out like some sort of romance novel. And like – okay, not to be horny or anything, but we just had sex and the way the blanket is all draped over you like that has me having very un-Christian thoughts.”

Finally, a tiny little smile starts to blossom in Adam’s eyes. “Really?” he asks.

“Do you not get that you’re really hot?” Nick asks. “How do you not – these photos would straight up destroy the internet.”

“Only because people would know you took them and would be all weird about us being together.”

Nick hits him with a pillow. “No. Well, okay, maybe that, too. But mostly because you look incredible here and I think, if people saw it, people would lose their effing minds.”

Adam presses his lips together and stares for a few moments. Nick doesn’t move. After long enough that Nick’s knee is getting sore from the weird position, Adam reaches out and takes the phone. Slowly, he goes through each shot, as if he’s studying his own body from a third person perspective.

He looks up at Nick. “You really think they’re good photos?”

“Adam.” Nick leans up to Adam’s side. “I know they’re great photos.”

Adam turns his head and catches Nick’s lips in a kiss, pulling him close. “We’re way too old to go again,” he murmurs against Nick’s mouth, “but if I could, I would.”

[cmarie13]

sure i love hangmatt, hangmega, hangnick...

but nothing will ever top hangmox.

[kicevcanec]

heres them

[hangmatts]

WHAT I WRITE + HC’S, WHO I WRITE FOR, WHAT I DO NOT WRITE

WHAT I WRITE + MY HEADCANONS:

- smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, kinks (as long as they don’t fall under my “do not write” list)

- i only write for the stuff listed below, i don’t do anything with oc’s or “x reader”

- my hc’s include different universes. some of these universes involve trans characters (ftm & mtf, mainly kenny, matt, and nick)

- all the characters i write for, i hc bisexual or gay. i also sometimes will hc pronouns for each person.

- my default for writing nick is trans (ftm) nick. i write it to where what he’s working with below, does not match his appearance (aka, he has a 😻). if you were to request a story with nick and DID NOT want the default, please put that in a note.

- my default hc for jackmatt is trans matt with jack, aka matt having a 😻. i also hc matt being jack’s sugar mommy and jack having a mommy k!nk.

- i hc matt and kenny as feminine. i use feminine praise and feminine nicknames for them.

- i hc mox, hangman, and eddie as tops. kenny, matt, and nick as bottoms. jack and cody as switches.

- adding to that, i have certain ship dynamics. if i write hangmox, mox will top. if i write kennymatt, it depends on who fits more as the top in the scenario. with jackmatt, i picture matt as a power bottom. there would be rare times where matt might peg jack. with codynick, i see nick as a power bottom. i picture many times where nick would peg cody.

WHO I WRITE FOR:

RELATIONSHIPS

- hangmatt (hangman adam page x matt jackson)

- jackmatt (jack perry x matt jackson)

- moxmatt (jon moxley x matt jackson)

- kennymox (kenny omega x jon moxley)

- kennymatt (kenny omega x matt jackson)

- golden lovers (kenny omega x kota ibushi)

- hangkenny (hangman adam page x kenny omega)

- hangmox (hangman adam page x jon moxley)

- hangnick (hangman adam page x nick jackson)

- eddienick (eddie kingston x nick jackson)

- okadanick (kazuchika okada x nick jackson)

- codynick (cody rhodes x nick jackson)

- matt jackson & nick jackson (PLATONIC ONLY!)

TRIOS/THROUPLES

- mox/golden lovers (jon moxley x kenny omega x kota ibushi)

- the elite (kenny omega x matt jackson & nick jackson)

- mox/hangmatt (jon moxley x hangman adam page x matt jackson)

- hangmatt/kenny (hangman adam page x matt jackson x kenny omega)

- hungbucks (hangman adam page x matt jackson & nick jackson)

- eddienick/okada (eddie kingston x nick jackson x kazuchika okada)

- hangmatt/jack (hangman adam page x matt jackson x jack perry)

- jackmatt/hook (matt jackson x jack perry x hook)

- moxmatt/seth (jon moxley x matt jackson x seth rollins)

WHAT I DO NOT/WON’T WRITE:

- rape/consensual non-consent

- incest

- pedophilia

- omegaverse / furry

- bodily fluids (note: cum and blood are okay!)

- anything m!preg

- anything with shoot names

- anything “x reader”

[melissahausen]

Don callis

You carny piece of shit!!!

[lonelyvampx]

🔖 Reminder ↥↧↥↧ :

for me

Hangman is the bottom in any ship

[schadentekkers]

[himbos-hotline]

They're so close together. He breathes in the same air as Nick for what feels like forever; their breathing mixes on eachother's faces, their eyes studying every little movement the other makes. It's almost like they're stalking one another or maybe their souls are playing chase like children and that's why Adam's heart is racing. It pounds in his ears, in the back of his head as Nick's legs move slowly, uncurling like a blooming flower and planting firmly either side of Adam's twisted body, Nick leans closer and maybe without thinking,so does Adam. They shift closer and closer and closer and Nick's phone rings.

THEMMMM

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[banannabethchase]

HangNick, 6. Tattoos

Named

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Adam watches as Nick licks his lips, eyes locked on Adam’s hipbone. “When did you get that?” he asks. Adam can’t figure out if the strain in his voice is anticipation or thinly veiled disdain.

Adam adjusts his pants and Nick lets out a weird little noise. “When, uh. After Revolution.” He fidgets with his waistband, unsure if he should buckle his belt or if whatever was about to happen has officially been cancelled. “I needed to do something for me, you know?” He swallows, looking anywhere but at Nick’s face. “So, yeah. I got a barbed wire version of my name. To remind me who I am.” He looks at Nick.

“Why,” Nick says, and Adam braces for the worst, “is that the hottest effing thing I’ve ever heard someone say?”

Adam blinks. “What?”

“Get your pants off,” Nick demands, and the tone of voice makes Adam scramble to shove everything down his legs before he can think better of it. “Let me see.” Nick drops to his knees in front of Adam, and that’s when he thinks he should have kept the boxers at least a little bit on. His dick is very quickly becoming hard, right next to where Nick is kneeling in front of him. It’s not helping.

Nick brushes a thumb over one of the barbs and Adam’s muscles twitch at the hint of a touch. “You know the only thing I’d like better than this?” He leans in and uses his tongue to trace the letters, and Adam might die.

“What?” Adam breathes.

Nick looks up at him and presses his skin deep into Adam’s muscle until it slides down to graze Adam’s dick. “If this was my name.”

[bloodycowboyclub]

[adampage]

HANGNICK SUPREMACY

[spinetacks]

hangnick confirmed..rip matt 💔

[elitehoe]

Hangman massaging Nick dangerously close to his asshole was done for the hangnick girls (gn)

[saturatedsinset]

*OTP (One True Pair) ~ Your favorite wrestling paring(s)/ship(s)?

just off the top of my head: shield ot3, bcc polycule, mox/eddie, hangmatt, hangnick, golden lovers, eddie/danny, bryan/danny. you know how it is. kris/shida and ruby/toni and jamie/toni also. and of course. moxmatt.

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