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Corick- That Night in Summerville

Rewrite of something I did a long time ago. Season 2-3. Smut

World: Fallout

Cory was sitting at the kitchen table with his head in his hands. This town, Summerville, was driving him insane. It was a Synth town, for crying out loud! And the mayor had them under house arrest.

And he didn't even want to start with Nick. He was pretty sure the one living with him now was a Synth.

As he was lost in his thoughts, someone came over and sat down next to him.

"Hey there, Cory," Nick greeted, startling him.

Corys head snapped up to meet Nicks gaze.

"Oh, hey. I didn't see you come over." He tried to be polite.

"I didn't expect you to. You looked like you were concentrating pretty hard." Nick smiled at him, a smile that did not look like Nick at all. "What were you thinking about, anyway?"

"Nothing much. Just the town. I mean, it's weird being here, and a part of me still wants to leave. But the town is nice, and so are most of the people. I'm just missing the wasteland, of that makes sense?" Which was only half true. Nick looked at him.

"Ok... But I had a question for you."

"Ask away."

"Can I take the actual bed tonight? I'm sorry, but the couch is kinda uncomfortable and its killing my back."

"Oh, yeah sure, I don't mind at all." Which he kinda did, because he was pretty sure Synths didn't sleep, or that they rarely did. But Nick didn't get up from the table after silence surfaced over them.

Cory looked at Nick to see him looking back, almost hungrily.

"Nick?" He questioned, his cheeks heating up a bit.

"Hmm?" Nick snapped out of whatever trance he was in before. "Sorry, I just had a thought." Cory clicked his tongue and raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah?"

Nick put a hand on Corys knee, whos gaze shifted down to look at it before meeting the teal eyes of the supposed Synth. Nicks tongue flicked out of his mouth for half a second, running over his lips. The sight made Cory feel... pleased?

Nick leaned in closer, his voice dropping down to a whisper.

"We could share the bed. If you want to." Cory knew what he was suggesting, and he quickly tried to deny it without being rude.

"Well, Nick, I don't thin-" But he was cut off by a sudden pair of lips on his own. The hand that was on his knee was now on his waist while the other found its way to his hair.

It was as if Corys mind had shut down for a few minutes. He kissed back, and when Nick not his bottom lip, a silent request for him to open his mouth, he complied.

Corys hands felt their way up Nicks chest, and came to rest on his shoulders. Their tongues pressed together.

Nick broke the kiss, standing from the table and dragging Cory over to the bedroom. Cory couldn't comprehend what was happening.

Nick shut the door behind them and pushed the blonde onto the bed. Cory looked at him in wonder. He climbed on top of him and kissed him again, this time forcing his way into Corys mouth.

He started grinding against Cory, to which the shorter male moaned and bucked his hips up slightly.

When Nick broke the kiss again, he smirked at Cory.