Why don’t you stay? – Zak/Nick, Zak/Billy

Zak lay there, watching the numbers tick on the clock on his bedside table. Nick’s body was nestled snugly behind him, one arm thrown over, forehead buried in the back of his neck. But he knew it wouldn’t last.

I’ve been sitting here staring at the clock on the wall
And I’ve been laying here praying, praying she won’t call

Soft lips met his shoulder blade as Nick shifted. “You ok?” he whispered sleepily.

Zak sighed. “I don’t want you to leave tonight.”


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A Kiss – Zak/Nick, Zak/Billy

Zak sat across from Nick at the small hotel bar, Nick’s cell phone in his hand. He had no words to explain the picture in front of him. There was nothing he could say. I’m sorry even seemed cliché. “Did you sleep with him too, Zak?” Nick asked, his words full of pain.

Zak shook his head. “No.” That was the one solace he had. It had just been a kiss. A very poorly timed, public, kiss. “Who sent this to you?”

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