Fatal Attraction [Nellis - One Shot]Nick had never cared for labels. He didn't like the idea of slotting into a category of stereotype and ideology to define himself. This attitude applied indefinably for sexuality. He knew the judgement and assumptions that came with it, so he had simply avoided it. He created his own label of 'mind your own fucking business' and thought it was a great shame that most social networking sights and documents did not have that option. But he knew if his lips remained sealed, people would naturally presume he was straight. The playboy lifestyle he led said all that it needed to. What strangers did not seem to understand was that was just as much as a con as the rest of his act.More Like This
He could not help but toy with such ideas....Am I gay? Would that matter?
He had considered the notion of being categorized as bisexual. He could be identified with ease of being a ladies man. He had smeared lipstick kisses stained on the collars of most of his best dress shirts, and the lingering smell of sweet perf
The Lucky Ones [Nellis - L4D2]The adrenaline that had charged through their blood was gradually wearing thin. With each heavy breath, they could feel their hearts calming, their muscles ache and collapse as they slumped down in the back of the helicopter. The conman's hand remained tightly clasped onto his Georgian lover, as though they would fall out of the sky at any given moment. His heart was still dancing wildly in the back of his throat, the rush of dizzying disbelief swimming through his mind. He was in a state of denial. Yet as he felt the young southerner nestle his head in the crook of his shoulder, his lungs flustering as he caught his breath, he knew it was over. They had done it somehow; they had gone against all odds and were finally safe; finally free of the living nightmare they had been trapped in for the last couple of months. The game of cat and mouse was over, at long last.More Like This
A wave of relief blew over the older man as the helicopter soared out of the city; a battlefield where the infected had ove
All The Little Things - Nellis [Part One]“Dinner’s ready, Ellie-Mae.” Called out the young southerner from the bottom of the stairs, a cooking apron hanging from his muscled frame. He glanced over at the wall clock, reading that it had just gone past seven. He cast his gaze lower, observing the shoes that rested by the front door; a pair of yellow child’s shoes with a polka dot bow sewed on the front and his chunky work boots, leaving a significant gap in-between for his older lover’s brogues. It wasn’t uncommon for his partner, Nick, to return home late from work; his gambling career often meant that one last game turned into several more, especially when the stakes were raised; it became far too irresistible for the conman to pass up. And nothing tasted sweeter than a victory drink at his favourite bar; although one whisky could escalate to four or five if he bumped into an old gambling buddy, and he would often lose track of time.More Like This
“C’me get it, baby.” He called out once