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There's No One Like You

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“This is stupid and you know it,” Joe cried, throwing his hands up in the air. “I don’t want to fight with you over something some damn fan said, Nick.”

“You’re own damn fault. Can you just like not boast for five fucking seconds?”

“Excuse me? Says the fucking king of boasting. You just love to point out how successful your solo career is going. I’ve got my band, we have fans, I’ve got money. I certainly don’t need you to do any of that.”

“Fuck you too, Joe. I have fans. More fans than you to be exact. So take your attitude and get the fuck out,” Nick hissed, gesturing towards the front door of their house.

Joe sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Are your levels off again? Are you running low? I haven’t got any alerts from DexShare but-”

“My levels are fucking fine. My bad mood has absolutely nothing to do with my fucking pancreas. Not everything is about my fucking diabetes,” Nick yelled, his hands forming into fists.

“Well sorry for giving a damn. It’s not like you to be this bad unless your levels are off.”

They stood there for a few seconds, the silence weighted down and heavy with anger and frustration and Nick’s heaving breaths.

Joe finally broke the silence. “I hate this. Would you just… just talk to me? Please?” He took a step closer to Nick, keeping his hands up in a placating manner.

And Nick seemed to deflate at Joe’s words, all the anger and fight draining out of him and he slumped down. Joe instinctively took the last couple steps and wrapped his arms around Nick’s waist, supporting the both of them. With a shaky sigh, Nick tucked his head into the crook of Joe’s neck and wrapped his arms around Joe’s chest.

“You gonna talk to me now?” Joe asked, his voice low and soft.

The contradicting way Nick shook his head yet took a steadying breath to prepare himself hit Joe straight in the heart and he tightened his hold around Nick.

“Didn’t like the way she was looking at you,” Nick mumbled against Joe’s throat.

“Like who was looking at me? The fan? Pretty sure all fans look at us like that,” Joe said, running one of his hands up and down Nick’s spine soothingly.

“She was looking at you like she wanted you. And you were looking at her the same way…”

Joe stiffened for a second in shock, and Nick moved to yank himself out of Joe’s arms, but Joe snapped out of the moment and pressed his fingers into Nick’s hips. Hard.

“Are you telling me all of this fighting is because you were jealous? Because you thought I wanted some fan over you?” Joe asked, his eyebrows raised in surprise.

“I am not nor was I jealous,” Nick snapped, his voice pitching up an octave.

“Nick,” Joe said tenderly.

“Fuck off. I wasn’t jealous.” Nick attempted to pull away again, but Joe leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of Nick’s mouth.

“I don’t want some fan. I don’t want anyone except for you,” Joe said firmly.

“Then why were you looking at her like that?” Nick demanded, his face scrunching up and sending another jolt of pain straight to Joe’s heart.

“Wasn’t looking at her, you dumbass. I was looking at you,” Joe said softly, trailing one hand up to brush softly over Nick’s cheek.

“Don’t- don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not. I could never lie to you. It was just… the way you bonded with her. Not in that way,” Joe said, catching the offended look on Nick’s face. “I mean, the way you treated her. I could tell she was enamored with you, had clearly been a fan for a long time. And just the way you talked to her, gave her all your attention, you made her entire life. And I was just reminded how soft you are with fans and in that moment I fell a little more in love with you.”

Nick stood frozen for a few seconds as Joe’s words sunk in before he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to Joe’s lips. “Thank you,” he murmured quietly.

“You don’t have to be jealous. I’m all yours,” Joe said, catching Nick’s mouth in another kiss.

“‘M yours, too. And I wasn’t jealous,” Nick huffed, nipping at Joe’s lower lip.

Chuckling, Joe swiped his tongue along Nick’s bottom lip before pulling back slightly. “Yeah, you were.”

“Shut up,” Nick said, closing the distance between them and kissing Joe again, deeper this time, their tongues sliding together and sending sparks of love and desire down Joe’s spine. 

Joe smirked against Nick’s mouth, pushing the younger man up against the wall so he could kiss him that much harder; that much more possessively. Besides, when it came down it, Nick kissing him to shut him up was by far Joe’s favorite way to win an argument.