We'll Be Standing Here (For the Next Hundred Years), by Fizzyblogic (R)

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Fandom:Bandom (All-American Rejects)
Pairing:Nick Wheeler/Tyson Ritter
Author on lj:fizzyblogic
Author Website:castratingcows
Why This Must Be Read:

I will never understand why AAR don't have a bigger slash presence. In a fandom where the bands do most of the work for you, they might be the slashiest of them all. Sex jokes and humping/groping bandmates are all in a day's work for these guys. But their slash writer base remains rather low.

Fizzblogic is the best and most prolific AAR writer. I had a hard time deciding which of her fics to rec, but finally decided on "We'll Be Standing Here (For the Next Hundred Years). This is Nick and Tyson the way I hope it happened. It's beautiful and hot and has this lovely slow build up. Tyson knows what he wants, but doesn't know that he can get it. Fantastic.

He’s come close. A lot of times, he’s come close. Usually when they’re drunk and Nick – who is an affectionate and giggly drunk, it’s so fucking cute – decides he really likes the shape of Tyson’s body and wants to cover it and tuck himself into the contours. Tyson instinctively pets him when he does this, and Nick beams up at him from his lap and Tyson shifts so that his boner won’t poke Nick in the ear or something. And sometimes they’ll be talking about any old random shit that probably wouldn’t make sense to them if they were sober but is perfect and clear and true with alcohol buzzing through their bloodstreams, and Tyson is petting Nick’s hair and Nick is nuzzling his belly and it’s just natural, the whole thing, all of it. So good, and so right, and Tyson always feels blissful when he has a cuddly Nick in his lap. Sometimes they end up with their heads near each other and that’s when it’s so close and Tyson’s insides flip and flop and generally have some impressive high jinks without him because he’s too busy staring at Nick’s mouth to form coherent thought or even really move much. But he always passes it off as just, y’know, being in an altered state of consciousness, and Nick never says anything or seems awkward at all. He just snuggles closer.

We'll Be Standing Here (For the Next Hundred Years)