Oneshots and Other Things

Holding Onto You

I'm finding the next part of No More difficult to figure out but I got inspired on Tumblr and ended up with this. I'll go back to part 3 of No More when I figure out how I want to end it :)

This one is Ant/Dec/Stephen, contains lots of little oneshots about little physical gestures and by my standards is disgustingly fluffy XD

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Back rubs...

It's a 'game'. That's what Dec said to start with.

Two hours later, they're still sat in a line, one to each sofa cushion – Dec at the front, Ant in the middle and Stephen at the back.

"I said draw a bit slower," Ant fires over his shoulder, shaking his head helplessly. "I swear you're doing the opposite."

"This is the easiest one so far," Stephen argues back with an audible grin. The shit-stirring one with a flash of tongue and a glint in his eyes. Ant pushes an elbow back until he makes contact with flesh, well-versed in dealing with that particular expression. The pressure of Stephen's finger running over the bumps in his spine alleviates. Ant waits but the touch doesn't return.

"Is that it?" he asks, unable to hide his disbelief.

"Draw it on my back then," Dec says, sounding a little bit helpless because he's still explaining the 'rules' and they must be on the fifth round of this mess already.

"Draw what?" Ant retorts with a huffed laugh. "He didn't draw anything."

"I did!" Stephen objects firmly. "It's not my fault you're bad at this."

"Bad at what?" Ant replies, smirking to himself slightly. "Giving Declan a back rub? Because that's clearly what this game has been about the entire time."

"And I've been getting very little of that because you two can't stop arguing," Dec says, doing nothing to defend himself. His head tilts slightly, one eye just meeting Ant's. "Just draw whatever you think it was."

"This is such a stupid game," Ant mutters under his breath although he dutifully presses a finger into Dec's shoulder blade, keeping it there as he tries to guess what Stephen would consider to be easy. The first time they tried this, the younger man drew an elaborate scene involving some sort of alien abduction, adamant that what Ant thought was a stick figure was in fact a UFO. Ant has long since lost hope that he will ever figure out the mind of the man behind him.

Eventually, he starts to draw a house because that's about as simple as it can get when you're drawing pictures on each other's backs. It doesn't matter what he draws really; the simple act of dragging a line down Dec's back settles the other man's shoulders, relaxing him like nothing else can. He tilts his head backwards with a contented hum, shivering slightly when Ant traces the curve of the roof. He uses his other hand to steady his makeshift canvas, resting on one of Dec's shoulders and not quite resisting the urge to press the pad of his thumb into the flesh below.

A weight lands on his own shoulder, easily identifiable as Stephen's chin when the younger man's voice sounds clearly in one ear. "I never did anything like that."

"Shut up, nonsense," he replies, feeling an amused huff of air drift over his collar bone. It's easy to get distracted with Stephen pressed close against his back, his hands wrapping around to Ant's front so that he can watch him draw.

"Stop giving him clues, Stevie," Dec joins in, keeping up the pretence that there is any sort of game going on. Ant has known for the last hour that this has all been orchestrated because they've had a busy week and nothing relaxes the three of them better than something like this. Simple, unfiltered closeness.