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To say that Nick had become a Jonathan Bailey fan was an understatement. He was obsessed. The first Wicked film altered his brain chemistry in a way that made him absolutely feral for the man, and he couldn’t get enough. His entire social media algorithm became Jonathan Bailey fan edits of every piece of media the actor had graced, so needless to say Nick binged his way through Bridgerton, Fellow Travelers, and even forced Charlie to go with him to see Jurassic World Rebirth, just so Nick could see the “slutty little glasses” the internet had been thirsting over. They did not disappoint.
“God, he looks even more like Jack Maddox with those glasses,” Charlie had commented. “I’m sorry I complained about coming to this movie with you. The sight of those glasses alone was worth the price of admission.”
In the lead up to the release of Wicked: For Good, Nick devoured every cast interview, late night talk show, and trailer he could find. He even watched the man read a book meant as a bedtime story for children, giggling uncontrollably at the innuendos that the video’s editor let slide… Or maybe he was just too horny for his own good, and he managed to turn an innocent book about a witch and the animals traveling with her on her broom into a tale riddled with suggestiveness. In any case, Jonathan Bailey’s voice was the right level of smooth and gravely to make Nick want to go to bed, but not for sleeping, as the video intended…
Charlie, of course, ribbed him endlessly about his new hyperfixation, but Nick didn’t care. The man was hot, okay? He couldn’t help it. Jonathan Bailey was literally People’s sexiest man alive; anyone with eyes could understand how Nick had gotten to this level of obsession. It was to the point where Nick had begun wondering if he was now a bit more than 62% homosexual…
“I’m starting to worry that I’m not enough for you,” Charlie pouted one day after he caught Nick scrolling through the actor’s Instagram, pausing a little too long on images that showed a bit of skin. “And to think you made fun of me for my crush on Jack Maddox. Your infatuation with Jonathan is way worse.”
“Char, you know you’re the only one for me. I just… I can’t stop looking at him, okay? It’s like appreciating good art.”
“Art. Sure. You better watch yourself when we go to the cinema. If you get too horny for him, I won’t be pleased…”
“You were just as horny for him last time,” Nick argued. “I remember the filth that came out of your mouth.”
“Mmm,” hummed Charlie, running a hand along Nick’s jaw and pulling him into a messy kiss. “And I remember the filth of me coming in your mouth after I rode you that night.”
Nick shivered, arousal washing over him. “In that case… Are you interested in a repeat performance?”
“Fuck yes. But before that, let’s rewatch the first movie to really get you going.”
“You’re a menace.”
“And you love it.”
It was a few days later when they made their way to the theater. Nick absolutely vibrated the entire drive there, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel impatiently at every red light. When they got to their seats, his leg immediately started bouncing up and down, and Charlie couldn’t help but laugh. “You are so down bad for this actor!” he teased, placing a hand on Nick’s thigh to stop his anxious fidgeting. “Relax, Nicholas.”
“I’m just excited to see the movie as a whole,” Nick lied. “Since we rewatched the first film, it further piqued my interest in the sequel. That’s all.”
“Sure,” Charlie said, rolling his eyes. “It has nothing to do with your massive Jonathan Bailey obsession. You’re here purely for the plot.”
“Shh, it’s starting!” Nick clutched at his arm rests, bracing himself as the theater lights dimmed.
“It’s just the previews, you numpty.”
After what felt like half an hour of movie trailers, the film finally started. Nick tried to lose himself in the world of Oz again, but he found he didn’t care to see the literal world building as the yellow brick road was constructed. He had one thing on his mind, and one thing only. Thankfully, it didn’t take long for him to get what he wanted.
“Oh my God,” he whispered. “He’s in uniform.” Fuck if he didn’t love a man in uniform...
“So hot,” Charlie agreed.
“And the way he looked up at Glinda? God, if he knelt before me and looked at me like that…with those eyes…”
“Get ahold of yourself, Nicholas, the movie has barely started.”
“He’s a Captain,” Nick said, practically salivating. “The authority, the power, the command…” A tiny part of him realized he was being ridiculous, but the rest of him was telling that part to shut up and admire the hot man.
“He could give me orders anytime,” Charlie said, ramping up his cheekiness, just to see Nick squirm a little more. “Send me to boot camp and put me through some drills… Or just drill me.”
“Charlie!”
“Don’t act like you wouldn’t want that, too.”
Nick huffed; Charlie was right, but he didn’t have to be so smug about it. He also didn’t have to pat Nick’s crotch where he was already half-hard. “We’ve got a lot of movie ahead of us, Nicholas,” Charlie whispered in his ear. “Better calm down there.”
Nick got himself reined in through a series of deep breathing exercises and kept his mouth shut until the surprise engagement announcement. “Holy shit, talk about an ambush!” he murmured to Charlie. “He wasn’t even part of the decision, and it’s his own engagement!”
Charlie shrugged. “I guess Glinda had to lock him down before a certain horny ginger got his hands on him.”
“Fuck you.”
“Maybe wait until after the movie, sweetheart.”
“I hate you.”
Despite the clear discomfort Fiyero was in at realizing he was just a pawn in Glinda’s bigger game, Nick still enjoyed the spectacle of “Thank Goodness.” Apparently he was a sucker for big, theatrical musical numbers, even if his on-screen crush was miserable during it.
“Look what we’ve got: a fairytale plot. Our very own happy ending…” sang Glinda.
Charlie leaned over and murmured, “I’d love to give Fiyero a happy ending …” He waggled his eyebrows, earning him a smack on the arm.
“Charlie!”
“What? You love it.” Nick smacked him again.
Nick found himself swooning at Fiyero during his argument with Glinda. He wasn’t really sure what they’d been saying, since he was too focused on the layer of stubble across Fiyero’s jaw and the way his anger smoldered across his face in a way that was unfairly attractive. God, even when he was upset he was hot. From the little that penetrated Nick’s distracted brain, they’d been arguing about Elphaba, and the passionless kiss Fiyero gave Glinda made Nick wonder if his reasons for hunting Elphaba were more personal than professional. They’d had obvious chemistry in the first film, and they just seemed a much better fit than Fiyero and Glinda.
Fiyero stormed off through the crowd, and Charlie muttered, “Hate to see you leave, but I love to watch you walk away.”
“Charlie, you’re worse than me!” Nick chastised. But Charlie was right; the man had a nice ass.
Charlie scoffed. “As if.”
When Fiyero mounted his horse and took off into the woods to hunt down Elphaba, Charlie made a big show of fanning himself. “God, I love to see him riding. I know you do too, Nick. It was so fucking hot when you asked me to ride you for the first time. And even hotter when we did it again the other night…”
Nick swallowed hard and shifted in his seat as he felt his pants tighten. Shit, he’d been doing a relatively decent job of keeping his arousal under control, despite how goddamned hot Fiyero looked in that green and gold uniform, and Charlie had to go and remind him of…all that…
And then Fiyero was pointing his gun into the trees, and Charlie was commenting, “I wish he’d point his weapon at me, if you know what I mean…”
“Charlie,” Nick warned. “Stop it.”
“What?” Charlie said, voice dripping with faux-innocence. “I’m just saying, if he happened to…shoot off a round in my direction, I wouldn’t be bothered by it…”
“You need to stop. Right now.” Nick knew Charlie only said shit like that to further rile him up, and it worked so well because Nick was so easy for dirty talk when it was Charlie saying it. But he was currently leaking into his boxers, and if Charlie didn’t shut the fuck up right this instance, Nick was sure to embarrass himself and be forced to spend the rest of the movie in deep discomfort.
They both got themselves under control again, but then Nick’s jaw dropped at the sight of Fiyero at the altar. “Oh my God, the cape!” he gushed. “He looks so regal!”
“Well, he is a prince,” Charlie pointed out.
Nick’s heart raced as the escaped animals destroyed the wedding, sighing as Fiyero rescued Glinda from the melee. He was gorgeous and heroic; what a combination. He gasped his way through the back and forth between the Wizard, Elphaba, and Fiyero. The intensity in Fiyero’s voice as he ordered his men to fetch water sent an anxious shiver down Nick’s spine. He was relieved when Fiyero finally turned his weapon on the Wizard and showed his true loyalty to Elphaba. “I knew he was a good guy,” he whispered.
“Get in!” Fiyero ordered harshly, locking the Wizard in the cage. The demand went straight to Nick’s dick, and clearly Charlie was affected too as he commented, “Fuck, I wish Fiyero would cage me. Lock me up in a fucking sex dungeon, Fiyero. I’d gladly be your prisoner…”
Nick slapped a hand across Charlie’s mouth. “You’re going to get us kicked out!”
Charlie pushed his hand away. “You worried about that last time, and it never happened. Let me make my horny comments; I know you enjoy them.” He gave Nick’s crotch a squeeze, and Nick bit back a groan at the contact. Charlie grinned, clearly satisfied by the effect both the movie and his over-the-top comments were having on Nick. It was fun to see how much he could push the envelope over the course of the film; Nick was so easy to fluster, and it amused Charlie to have such power over his boyfriend.
Nick felt a little bad for Glinda as Fiyero left with Elphaba, but he couldn’t focus on her feelings of betrayal for long. Once Fiyero and Elphaba had escaped to Elphaba’s tree house, Nick felt the remnants of his sanity slowly slip away. Arousal stirred in him as he watched Fiyero embrace Elphaba in front of the mirror, his strong hands tracing delicately across her skin. It was such a charged moment, despite nothing unduly suggestive happening, and Nick found himself picturing himself embracing Charlie, running his hands along Charlie’s arms and chest, watching each other as they undressed, as they kissed, as they…
Charlie’s hand squeezed Nick’s thigh. “Fuck, look at his chest hair!” Nick shook himself, focusing back on the action and taking in the delightful sight of Fiyero’s white shirt now opened at the top, his hairy chest peeking through as he ditched his jacket.
Charlie continued, “God and there go the suspenders! Fucking hell!”
Nick had to agree. The sensuality oozing from the scene was making it very difficult to focus on anything but the desire rushing through his veins.
And when Fiyero called Elphaba beautiful, he nearly cried. “Like looking at things another way,” he repeated softly. “God, he’s a poet.”
But when Fiyero started singing, Nick knew he was done for. “The voice of an angel,” Nick murmured, feeling like he might combust as Fiyero gazed intently in Elphaba’s eyes. God, if that man stared at him like that…
“Somehow I’ve fallen under your spell…” sang Fiyero.
“Looks like someone has fallen under his spell,” whispered Charlie, nudging Nick’s knee with his. “Nick, you’re drooling.”
Nick waved his hand dismissively in Charlie’s general direction, not wanting to be distracted from a single second of the scene.
“I’ll wake up my body, and make up for lost time.”
“He wakes up my body, that’s for sure,” Nick muttered, shifting as his pants started to tighten again. He couldn’t help it; he was enraptured. He sighed at the tender caresses Fiyero gave Elphaba as they sang, and he felt like he was floating right alongside the two of them as they hung suspended above the bed, before settling into it and ending the song with a passionate kiss. Nick felt that familiar spark of jealousy that he always got whenever another actor got to kiss Jonathan Bailey’s character.
And then… “Oh fuck,” Nick swore as more blood rushed south at the sight of Fiyero’s shirtless torso. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God… Look at the veins in his arms! Fuck!” Against his better judgement, his brain contemplated what it would be like to trace those veins with his tongue and map out every inch of defined muscle with his mouth. He groaned as his dick filled out even more. He squeezed himself tightly, panting as he tried desperately to think unsexy thoughts.
“A little disappointing he’s got that blanket tucked so far up,” Charlie lamented. “Show us his pecs, show us his nipples! Give the people what they want!” Even once the blanket fell away more, Charlie sighed with annoyance. “Quick blocking the view, Elphaba!”
Nick shushed him. While part of him agreed that he’d love an unobstructed view of Fiyero, another part of him knew he couldn’t handle it. He was somehow more turned on now, at these glimpses of Jonathan Bailey’s body, than he’d been during the raciest scenes in Fellow Travelers. It made no sense how Jonathan Bailey as Fiyero was somehow the sexiest version of the man, but here Nick was, his dick throbbing under the pressure of his hand as he clutched himself through his pants. He focused back in on the dialogue, as Fiyero assured Elphaba they would be together, always. “And if not, you can be with me,” he murmured.
“Excuse me!” Charlie said, smacking Nick’s arm. “I’m right here!” He glanced down at where Nick was quite literally trying to hold himself together and smirked. “Wow, Nick. And you think I’m going to be the reason we get kicked out of the theater.”
“Shut up.”
Through sheer willpower and a few prayers to the gay gods, Nick was able to get himself back under control. He couldn’t move much without feeling the wet stain in the front of his boxers, reminding him of how close he’d gotten to absolutely embarrassing himself multiple times this movie, and his self-control was hanging by a thread. But he tried to relax a little bit, at least until the showdown between Glinda, Elphaba, and Fiyero. He couldn’t help the moan that escaped at the sight of Fiyero’s hair flopping across his forehead, despite the tension of the scene. He felt like his own hands were shaking as he watched Fiyero’s wobbly grip on his gun as he pointed it at Glinda. And then the guards started beating him, and he audibly gasped. “No!” He reached blindly for Charlie’s hand, and Charlie laced their fingers together, letting Nick squeeze him tightly.
“It’s okay,” Charlie murmured, not even making a teasing comment about how sensitive Nick was, which Nick appreciated.
The scene shifted to Elphaba and the monkeys in the castle. Nick wanted to enjoy “No Good Deed” – the singing was incredible, the emotions were raw, but the interspersed visuals of Fiyero being beaten kept hitting Nick right in the gut. Why would anyone want to hurt such a beautiful man? Sure, he was a traitor to the Wizard and actively helping to protect public enemy #1, but he didn’t deserve to be hit and kicked like that. What if they ruined his gorgeous face? At least Nick was no longer at risk of coming in his pants; Jonathan Bailey abuse was an instant boner killer.
And then the guards left Fiyero in the cornfield, strung up on a wooden pole, defeated and helpless, and Nick… Nick was unmistakably, instantly rock-hard at the sight. It was completely unexpected, because Fiyero was clearly being left for dead, and there shouldn’t have been anything sexy about the way he was hanging limply from the wooden frame. But the sight unlocked a part of himself he hadn’t realized he possessed. Nick was so painfully turned on, because he wanted Charlie to do that to him. Not beat him black and blue, necessarily, but restrain him and make him take whatever Charlie decided to dish out. Nick wanted to submit to him totally, be unable to fight back or touch or make decisions… Just let Charlie be completely in control. He crossed his legs and bit his lip. Not the time for thoughts like that, not when the movie was reaching its climax. Fuck, why did Nick think that word? His horny brain was in overdrive now.
Thankfully, Charlie didn’t notice his discomfort, or if he did, he didn’t comment on it. They continued to watch in silence, until Nick gasped in disbelief at the delivery of a piece of Fiyero’s uniform. “Oh my God, he’s dead… No…” Charlie’s hand was back on his, holding tightly. Nick knew it was only a movie, and he shouldn’t get so emotionally invested, but he was a bleeding heart. It was just who he was.
“For Good” absolutely wrecked him, tears streaming down his face as Charlie dabbed at them with a napkin. At least now there was no chance of him getting horny again…
That was, until the Scarecrow’s identity was revealed. “Oh my God, it’s him!” Nick squealed excitedly. “He’s alive!” And fuck, he was even hot as a scarecrow. How was that even possible? Nick’s eyes roved the screen, taking in every detail. The textured appearance of his skin, the straw-like hair sprouting from his head, the tiny braid woven at the top of his hairline… “Fuck, why is that tiny braid so attractive?”
Charlie giggled. “And horny Nick is back. Good to see you again. Thought that was the last we’d see of you during this film, but I guess not.”
“Shut up, you can’t tell me he’s not still hot even looking like that.”
Charlie shrugged noncommittally, trying desperately to keep a smirk off his face.
It took Nick a few moments to compose himself once the credits started to roll. He’d been on an emotional rollercoaster for the last two and a half hours, and he was feeling tightly wound again. He hoped Charlie would be up for something once they got home, because Nick still had…ideas… Not to mention that once again, he’d been unintentionally edged the entire movie and was desperate for release.
They made their way out of the theater and back to Nick’s car, hands shoved into their pockets and bracing against the bitter cold. Charlie noted that Nick was in a contemplative mood, the tiny crease between his eyebrows signaling he was deep in thought. Once inside the car, Charlie asked, “So what did you think? Was Part 2 everything you wanted it to be?”
Nick looked up, giving him a half-smile. “Oh yeah, it was great.”
Charlie cocked his head. “Then why do you look so serious? You’re clearly thinking hard about something. What’s on your mind?”
Nick’s cheeks flushed slightly. “Ah, it’s nothing.”
“No, tell me.”
“Just…at the end…”
Charlie nodded knowingly. “Oh, yeah, it was a bit bittersweet, wasn’t it? Elphaba and Fiyero escaping but not being able to tell Glinda they’re alive. I’d like to think that whatever message Elphaba sent to her through the Grimmerie gave her some closure.”
“That…wasn’t what I was thinking about.”
“Oh.” Charlie thought for a moment, then said, “Oh, were you wondering how they’re going to survive out there, beyond Oz? Yeah, it looked so desolate and harsh. Is there any civilization? What will they do for food or shelter?”
Nick shook his head. “No, it wasn’t that, either…” His cheeks flushed more.
“Nick… What is it?”
“You’ll make fun of me.”
“Nick.”
Nick sighed. “I was just thinking… Well, with Fiyero being turned into the Scarecrow… He’s made of straw, right? Like…everything is made of straw?”
“I mean, I guess? That was kind of the point of the spell, right? Make him into something that wasn’t flesh and bone, so they couldn’t kill him, and he wouldn’t feel the pain of their beatings. Where are you going with this?”
“Come on, Charlie, don’t make me say it out loud.”
“Nick, I literally don’t know what you’re talking about…”
“His dick!” Nick blurted out. “If everything is made of straw, that must include his dick, right? And how does that work? Clearly he and Elphaba had sex after the whole ‘As Long As You’re Mine’ sequence; that’s implied pretty heavily based on the fact that he ends up shirtless in bed with her. So if he’s not even human anymore and made up of burlap and straw, how will sex work between them if he’s got a straw dick?”
Charlie burst out laughing, slapping Nick’s arm. “Oh my God, Nick! You’re seriously contemplating his dick?! You’re a horny disaster!”
Nick pouted. “I can’t help it, Charlie. The man is gorgeous. I know you were also turned on at the sight of him shirtless.”
“Hmm, maybe a little,” Charlie said. “But then I remembered what the man sitting next to me looks like shirtless, and that turned me on more.” He ran a hand along Nick’s thigh, brushing his fingers lightly over the slight bulge in Nick’s pants.
“Charlie,” warned Nick. “Don’t.”
Charlie giggled. “The one good thing about these movies is how hot and bothered you get. The sex we had after the first movie was so fucking good. Did the sequel inspire any ideas for us to try out?”
“Actually…um…” Nick shifted in his seat, feeling a bit trapped by Charlie’s intense gaze on him. “There were a couple of things that came to mind.”
Charlie turned to face him. “Go on.”
Nick sucked in a breath, dropping his gaze to look at his lap. “Well…um… That moment when they were at Elphaba’s tree house, and holding each other and looking in the mirror… That was so intimate and it um…made me think that we could um…try mirror sex?” Nick knew that would be a hard sell. While Charlie had made excellent strides with his body image, he still often avoiding looking at himself in the mirror for too long, lest he start noticing things he hated. So to ask him to be that incredibly vulnerable, just to appease a fantasy of Nick’s…
“Maybe,” Charlie said quietly. “Someday. I’m just not sure that’s something I can handle yet.”
“No, yeah, of course. I don’t want you to feel pressured to do something like that if you don’t want to, Charlie. I just think if someday you do feel comfortable enough, it would be really beautiful for us to see each other from new angles, to see how we fit together, to watch each other fall apart in ways we don’t usually get to see…” He shook his head. “But yeah, not something we need to try right away.”
They fell silent for a moment before Charlie spoke again. “You said there were a couple of things you thought about? What else?”
“Oh. Yeah. Um…” If his face got any redder, it would surely catch on fire. “So…like, I know it was happening during a very tense moment and it was totally inappropriate of me to um…be aroused by it but…” Nick wrung his hands together. “After they’d beaten Fiyero and hung him up on the post in the cornfield…I…um…couldn’t help but imagine you tying me up like that and um…having your way with me.”
Charlie let out a gasp. Nick’s shoulders tensed, only to relax when he felt Charlie’s hands massaging across them. “You…you want me to tie you up?”
Nick nodded. “I kind of like the thought of being powerless and totally at your mercy…” He looked up, eyes wide. “But we don’t have to do that either, if you don’t want.” Nick dipped his head down, embarrassed at his suggestions. He was being too much, asking for things Charlie didn’t want. Curse the Wicked franchise and Jonathan Bailey for making him so horny that he asked for new things that they weren’t ready for yet.
Charlie’s hand found its way to Nick’s chin, lifting his head up and forcing Nick to meet his gaze. Charlie leaned over to capture his lips in a searing kiss. “Oh, I absolutely want to do that,” he practically growled. “Fuck, Nick. How fast can you get us home?”
Nick pulled away and smirked. “Just give me a clock tick.”