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With Love on His Mind	By : Nevoreiel Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Franz Ferdinand Views: 1361 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Franz Ferdinand. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: With Love on His Mind
Pairing: Nick/Alex
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not real, never happened, no offence meant at all. I love them too much to offend on purpose.
Notes: Written for the "schoolboy Franz" challenge at slacken_ties. I think I did too much research (most of which cannot be seen in the fic), considering that this is not schoolwork and had too much fun writing about schoolboys. But that's normal. This can be classified as AU because Nick is not supposed to be the same age as Alex nor did he live in Glasgow at that time.

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Nick is sitting next to Alex as their train makes its way back to Glasgow. They had spent their Sunday wandering Edinburgh, sharing a bottle of wine that Alex had covertly slipped beneath his jacket before they left for the rail station. Slightly tipsy, they had weaved around the shops and through the busy streets, not really aiming for any one place. Alex had walked about as if in a daze, drinking in every detail, sometimes forgetting that Nick was accompanying him. Though if it was not for Nick, Alex might have been beaten to a pulp for looking the wrong way at certain individuals who crossed their path.

Nick does not really care that he's partially ignored, he's used to it, and he gets a chance to study Alex without being noticed and he gets a chance to talk while Alex is too distracted by the people bustling to and fro to say anything. Alex is still distracted, staring out the window as the shadows and little lights whip past. They are pressed thigh to thigh even though there is plenty of space for them to sit comfortably apart. As Alex says nothing of the matter, Nick does not move away and luxuriates in the simple contact and the warmth that Alex gives off.

In their companionable silence, Nick feels guilty, his thoughts straying into forbidden territory. The form fitting trousers and the rapt look on Alex's face, his profile alluring in its aquiline sharpness, do nothing to stem the indecent thoughts. A teenager still and easy to respond to the slightest provocation, Nick feels himself begin to harden in his trousers. Panicking, he sights a sign for the bogs. "Alex, I'm off for the loos."

Alex hmm's in response, eyes glued to the window.

Hurrying down the aisle, Nick thinks that the wine has gone to his head. Otherwise he would not even contemplate doing what he is about to do, namely wank in the little cubicle that passes for a bathroom with images of Alex before his eyes. Particularly the plump mouth and the quick tongue flicking out to wet the bottom lip, making it gleam.

Grabbing some toilet paper, he goes for his zip. It does not take long fortunately – one, two, three and he'd finished, spilling across his knuckles, wiping up with the flimsy folds of paper. He's sure to flush the mess away and wash his hands before returning to his seat. He plops down with a sigh, making sure he's rubbing legs with Alex. To his surprise Alex turns to him and smiles. Nick feels guilty for having used him in a sexual fantasy, but not guilty enough to move away.

Once they reach their stop, they stumble off and get a blast of fresh air clearing their sleepy minds. The bottle of wine had made them a bit lethargic especially when combined with the soothing motion and sound of the train. It's dark, but not yet late and they make their slow way home. Sometimes their arms brush as they bump into each other, which Nick chalks up to the wine and hopes Alex does, too.

They pass by a children's park and Alex drags Nick by the sleeve to the swings. He sits on one and dangles his feet, pushing off with a grin. Nick sits on the swing nearest to Alex and rocks back and forth idly while Alex whooshes past. Exhilarated, fingers aching from gripping the metal links that support his weight, Alex skids to a stop, leaning his forehead on one arm.

Nick cannot tear his gaze away and this time Alex notices. "What is it?"

Shaking his head, Nick looks away. Then, before he loses his nerve, he stands, palms pressed to Alex's thighs for balance, and leans in for a quick kiss. Just a quick press of lips and he's pulled away, blushing in the semi-darkness.

Alex touches his lips, wide eyes upon Nick.

Heart in his throat, Nick fumbles. "Sorry 'bout that. Sorry."

"No, it's alright," Alex soothes, fingers still at his mouth as if he can't quite believe that he's been kissed. "It's just that that was my first real kiss."

"Oh," is all Nick can manage in response.

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Walking home after classes, Nick notices that Alex is acting differently. He's no longer enamoured with the surroundings, but is studying Nick instead. Nick decides that he likes the change.

They stand, both a bit awkward, in front of Alex's house. Before Nick can decide the best way to part, Alex speaks up, "Would you like to come in?"

"God, yes!" Nick clamps his hand across his mouth, shrugging apologetically at his enthusiasm.

Eyes merry, Alex leads him inside and up the stairs. The house seems blissfully empty and Nick is grateful. He's been invited several other times, but he's never been up to Alex's room, particularly when the house was devoid of his family. The room is fairly tidy, books stacked and clothes piled and the oft-mentioned guitar on a stand next to the bed.

Nick has heard much talk about the guitar, but has never heard Alex play. He walks over to the stand and gazes hopefully at Alex. "Play something for me?"

Alex ducks his head, eyes obscured by his fringe. "Alright, but I haven't got a hang of it yet." He picks up the guitar by the neck and settles down on his bed. Nick sits down opposite him, feeling awkward all over again.

Nick watches as Alex's fingers strum the strings, eyes intent upon the movement of his hands. To Nick, it is a beautiful sight. He's so engrossed with the plucking fingers and the music that he does not notice that Alex is studying him in turn. It is only when Alex puts a hand across the vibrating strings, silencing the guitar, that Nick looks up and finds himself eye to eye with Alex.

Alex places the guitar back onto its stand, not saying a word as he keeps his eye intent on Nick. He scoots up to lean against the pillow at the headboard and waits.

It does not take long for Nick to realise that Alex is waiting for him. He lunges forward, slipping his tongue into Alex's mouth. He thinks he's going to melt from the kiss alone, kneeling between Alex's spread legs. This is not like the little stolen kiss on the swings, this is hot and slick, Alex's hands tangling in his hair, fingers digging into the scalp before sliding to the slight shoulders and pulling Nick closer.

Lying fully on top of Alex, Nick gasps for air, resting on his elbows and distantly feeling his arousal press against Alex's thigh. He wriggles his hips, lowering his head so he does not have to see Alex looking at him from under his messy fringe. He can almost imagine that Alex is a girl, slight and tender, legs falling open for him and sweet mouth gasping his name. But when Alex nudges his hips up, there is the unmistakable hardness in his grey trousers and Nick cannot deny that Alex is, most certainly, a boy. A boy who stole his mind from him, if not his heart, though neither are protesting when Alex rolls them over and reaches for his belt.

Nick watches avidly as his trousers are peeled down, lifting his hips when needed. He sees the self-same look of concentration that Alex so often carries, but here, it is Nick who is on display and he does not mind one bit. Especially when Alex leans down to take him in his mouth, fingers running over the bits that are not engulfed in divine wetness and heat and suction. Nick fists his hands in the coverlet, gasping for air and concentrating on retaining consciousness.

The pleasure skitters along his spine and coils in the pit of his stomach. Nick tugs on Alex's hair to get him to pull his mouth off, desperately gasping, "Alex!" He is skillfully ignored and Alex, instead of relenting, increases the tightness of his lips and the movement of his tongue. And as Nick feels himself shatter into a million pieces, Alex swallows every bit.

Alex pulls Nick's clothes back up and lies next to him, head on his chest and erection insistent against his outer thigh.

Nick gathers himself, aftershocks still running through him every time he shifts his hips. He pushes Alex onto his back, hand in the middle of his chest, feeling the quick heartbeat beneath the thin shirt. He reaches to undo the tight trousers and he knows he's not going to find frilly girl's knickers, but it's all right because this is Alex and his cock is as slender as the rest of him.

Alex rises to rest on his elbows, pressing back against the warm palm still gauging his heartbeat. "You don't have to do this."

Raising an eyebrow, Nick gives Alex a hard look and a little squeeze, making Alex gasp and fall back on the bed as his arms slide out from under him. He says nothing further.

Carefully, Nick slides his fingertips over the tender inside of Alex's thigh, feeling the soft skin quiver as Alex's legs fall open at the light touch. Nick is fascinated by the debauched display. Alex is certainly no little Englishman as the teachers, almost enviously, call him, all but whimpering for more when Nick does nothing more than stroke his skin in little circles. Nick moves his hand over the crease where thigh meets arse, lingering over Alex's cleft just to see what the reaction would be and delighting in the shuddering moan that spills from his lips.

Darting his tongue out to taste Alex, Nick stretches his mouth over the sticky, needy head, closing his eyes in order to be fully engulfed by this new sensation. He feels right, holding Alex by his sharp hipbones, ears full of his strangled noises. He feels he's done something right when Alex shudders beneath him and spills into his mouth, clawing at the twisted bed covers beneath him.

Worn out, Nick drags himself up to rest against Alex, their hands tangling. The sweat cools on their flesh and Alex worms his way back into his clothes. He sits up, rubbing his face and pushing his hair out of his eyes, stretching out contentedly.

"My wee sister could be home any minute... Nick?" Alex pokes the dozing boy.

"I'm up, I'm up," Nick grumbles and practically falls off the bed, righting himself before he hits the floor.

They stumble down the stairs and Nick wonders if it's all right to tell a boy he's beautiful. Deciding to hell with propriety, he reaches out to stroke Alex's cheek. "You're beautiful when you're disheveled."

Alex's lips quirk into a smile. "Why, McCarthy, you flatter me! You're not so bad yourself."

"Why, Kapranos, how good of you to notice," Nick retorts, feeling better than if he had had all the girls in the world.

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