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Nix was enjoying one more cigarette off his balcony, cold, fresh air blowing into the room as he exhaled his last lungful of smoke. He smiled to himself as he flicked the butt away and turned back inside, closing the doors against the night air and breathing deep, nose full of the scent of Italian.

Take out Italian, but still Italian.

Chicken Parmesan, salad and garlic bread. There was a bottle of wine for him, water for Dick, all sitting on the kitchen counter, waiting to be piled onto plates.

He worried for Zenon, and he planned on checking in on the girl sometime soon, but for now he couldn't help but grin stupidly. That was definitely something he was going to have to work on.

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Friction was no problem. Nixon bit his lip hard as his body arched, responding in turn to Compton's, unabashedly. He couldn't stay still for too long or he would think about what exactly was happening, who was sprawled on top of him. If he did that, then it didn't matter there was nothing soft or curved about Compton's body, nothing feminine and reassuring. So he clutched at him, fingers digging into muscle, starting a wanton rock of his hips up to meet Buck's.

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"Getting you naked," she tugged his shirt from his pants, balling the ends in her hands, "and then getting me naked," of which she was already halfway there, "and then trying this fucking you're talking about."

Nixon shuddered a little and undid the buttons of his shirt as quickly as he could so he could get it off. He shrugged the cloth away, suddenly grateful for PT and the improved diet of living in Germany. He'd been a scrawny limp thing in Bastogne, malnourished and soft. But since the weather had broken and they'd gotten into Germany he'd bulked up again, gotten back in shape.

His shirt was gone quickly and he returned his hands to her, watching them slide over that strange, smooth, gray skin.

At Lewis' graduation party, his father got drunk and smacked his mother in the kitchen when he thought no one was looking. She hadn't made sure there was enough gin to last the afternoon, or so he claimed. The problem was that he kept spilling the drinks on the rug by accident. Lewis' friends were on the lawn playing badminton and they wanted him to join, but he found he would rather sneak sips of whiskey out of the decanter that sat on the grand piano his mother had played every afternoon, once upon a time.

( He watches Dick dress, and he doesn't think Dick notices. )

Three Things That Never Happened To Lewis Nixon And Certainly Not In This Order - big_bad_wolf on journalfen
Three things that never happened to Lewis Nixon. It's pretty self-explanatory and yet really quite good. The last if my favorite (guess why XD), but the notion of what it would be like for Nix to actually shoot someone is very interesting. It's simple language, but pretty powerful. I definitely want to read more of her winnix. I think she's got Lew down very nicely.

I'm Not Trying To Undress You: I Want To Intellectually Impress You - by the same
Speirs/Nix PWP NSFW etc etc. Speirs is done fairly well here as well, but it's all still in Nix's head and his inner monologue is really well done. Very dry, disbelieving and a bit absurd. Nix is kind of a goof, but he's a very smart, sarcastic goof. I'm a fan.

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