At 2'oclock, Nicky was fresh out of the shower, having decided to give himself a bath. Since an hour was more than enough, he figured he could use it guiltlessly to treat himself before he shares the room, and maybe even the same bath, with anyone else.
He took the bath gown he prepared on the bed - the one he had to flirt with the maids in order to get it for himself, since it was a ladies' gown. It covered him snugly as he put it around himself, even though it barely managed to cover his upper thigh length-wise.
He paced around aimlessly, but time seemed to move slower as he did, so he leaned on the doorframe, waiting to catch any rustling sound from outside. The light tapping sound of barefoot steps had soon shaken him up, and he braced himself. He had a strong feeling Richey's done as Nicky had bid him to do and he'll be waiting at Nicky's doorstep, all Nicky's for the taking; But he also toyed with the possibilities it could be someone else wanting something from him, or that whoever it was moving down the hallway wasn't stopping for him at all.
knock-knock.
Nicky's hand was holding tightly to the doorknob, he was dead fixed on waiting a little. If it were up to Nicky, he'd know the identity of the knocker before opening the door.
If the knocking persisted, he would have probably given in and opened it already. But whoever was there seemed to have opted to stop knocking, which made Nicky listen more curiously to the door.
"Nicky?... Are you there?" Richey's voice. An audible sigh followed, as Richey was taking a short break to compose himself. "Please, could you open the door? I..." he spoke weakly, though Nicky figured that whatever Richey had to say must have been important from the way he was saying it.
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Big Ugly Story Starters
FanfictionI'm a bandslash writer, and I've piled up a lot of writing over the years that I'm *not* going to finish. These story starters will usually be a few paragraphs long. Everything here is free to use. You don't need to tell me if you've taken any of th...
