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Ouroboros by Alicia Malone and Amatia. Warnings: Cartercest.
The phone rang three different times, and Nick didn't bother to answer it. Finally, whoever was calling came over, beating on the door, yelling through it. "Nick Carter, I know you're home!" It was AJ. "Fucking open the door!"
Nick stood, stumbling towards the door, swinging it open with a grunt. "What do you want?" he hissed, leaning heavily against the door. "I swear, AJ, I don't want to talk to anyone, that's why I haven't answered the goddamn phone."
AJ leaned close and sniffed Nick's shirt. "You smell like a fucking tavern. How much did you drink?"
"Enough," Nick replied. "You want some?"
AJ growled at him and shoved Nick into the house.
The phone rang three different times, and Nick didn't bother to answer it. Finally, whoever was calling came over, beating on the door, yelling through it. "Nick Carter, I know you're home!" It was AJ. "Fucking open the door!"
Nick stood, stumbling towards the door, swinging it open with a grunt. "What do you want?" he hissed, leaning heavily against the door. "I swear, AJ, I don't want to talk to anyone, that's why I haven't answered the goddamn phone."
AJ leaned close and sniffed Nick's shirt. "You smell like a fucking tavern. How much did you drink?"
"Enough," Nick replied. "You want some?"
AJ growled at him and shoved Nick into the house.