Hello my precious loves! This was originally a requested one-shot, turned two-shot. It took me longer than I planned to write this so forgive me and I died writing this due to lack of sleep so I hope you like it!

Dedicated to my sweet little Vanessa:)

Disclaimer: I do not own The Great Gatsby.

Weighing Love

Gatsby stood in front of the mirror, shirtless, rubbing his stomach with an unsatisfied frown on his face. After almost dying at the hands of George Wilson, he awoke in a white room and lay motionless on the hospital bed. During his long, deep sleep of almost two weeks his unconscious mind reordered his priorities. He had realized that Daisy was just a dream that would never come true because she would never care, not the way he did. Taking closer looks at the details in his past, he saw someone who was always next to him whether it was through happy times or sad ones. That one person understood him and listened unconditionally. Who could ignore such a warm smile attached to a sincere angelic being who only thought about others? Granted he had been walking in the wrong direction this whole time, but he was more than willing to turn around and run the other way and bask in the warmth of his true green light. He was in awe over every man's desired doll named Daisy and never took the time to see what actual love felt like. He never took the time to understand that he was actually in love with someone else.

That said person had been sitting next to Gatsby the whole time he was out and went unnoticed. Slightly startled, Gatsby turned to face the cause of the small whimper that shook him from his thoughts. Nick rubbed the sleep from his eyes and slowly opened them, waiting for focus. When he realized azure orbs stared back at him he jumped up and quickly caressed Gatsby's head, his face filled with worry and relief all together.

"Nick, I-" he was quickly silenced by a pair of lips on his. Pleasantly startled, his eyes slipped shut and he let the warmth that grew within his chest melt away any worries and doubts he had left in his heart.

A stray tear fell from Nick's closed eyes as his heart raced with happiness. Pulling away embarrassed by his actions, he stuttered an apology, "I-I'm sorry...I just...I'm glad you're alright." he laughed half-heartedly. No matter how much he tried to play it off, he couldn't help the cascades that gave way as his body trembled with each attempt to muffle his sobs.

Gatsby smiled. 'Yes, it's him.' He quickly reached his hand up, wrapping it around Nick's neck and pulling him down. He sealed their lips in a yearning embrace, as he did not wish to be apart from his love any longer.

When the need of air made itself known they broke apart although mutually displeased that they could not be one a little longer, or forever. The chaste kiss left them blushing as they looked each other in the eyes.

"I love you." Gatsby whispered.

Nick chuckled, "I love you too." he sighed contently, attempting to calm his flustered heart.

Gatsby brought their lips together once more to reassure himself this wasn't a dream.

Once he was deemed healthy enough, he went home with Nick close behind him. It was decided, without much thought that he would be moving in to the mansion. Nick wasn't able to sleep at night. His head was filled with worry over Gatsby that it made it impossible for sleep to take him, leaving Nick with a growing need to see him. He would sneak into Gatsby's house-not that there was any sneakiness to it after he had given the order to allow Nick entrance whenever he pleased- and would wander into his bed which almost always led to pleasurable sporting. This way Nick wouldn't have to worry and they would be together more often with more time to prove their love to each other.

Getting back to the present, Gatsby stared intently at his abdomen in the mirror and there was no doubt he had lost his figure. There was hardly any trace of his six-pack left. What stood in its tracks now was a bloated impersonator. Yes, ever since Nick had moved in, he had let himself go. It wasn't that he did it on purpose, no! He had simply realized it was a lost cause. During his healing, Nick was overwhelmed by the need to nurse his lover back to health and took it upon himself to personally prepare Gatsby's meals. To Gatsby they were gold. He couldn't get himself to deny any platter that was brought to him by his love. Not that he wanted to, honestly, his meals were too delicious! And his deserts where even better especially when they ate them together. Although delicious, they were making him gain weight rapidly. Not even working out was helping him.

He tried sucking it in, rubbing it away and exercising but his belly insisted on sticking around. He scowled as he tried pushing it in. Letting it go, it quickly bounced back to its normal shape. He sighed in defeat and proceeded to slip his shirt on. He made a mental note to order bigger clothes. It was a miracle if his clothes buttoned right. At the moment, though, he was sure his pants were trying their hardest to squeeze the breath out of him. Gatsby groaned and unbuttoned his pants. This was definitely getting uncomfortable.

Hearing a soft giggle, Gatsby turned to face the doorway. Nick stood there leaning against the wall with an amuse-struck face and watched as Gatsby struggled with his clothes. Gatsby ran a hand through his hair in embarrassment. "How long have you been standing there and observing this scene?"

"Since you started looking in the mirror." he laughed and walked next to Gatsby. Without warning, Nick softly pinched the other's stomach playfully. "Are you sure he can breathe in there?"

Gatsby blushed and quickly shoved Nick's hand away. "Please stop it." he walked over to their bed and reached for his jacket only to have Nick snatch it first.

Nick held it out away from both of them with a grin plastered on his lips. "Aw, Mr. Pudgy's upset." he began to poke at Gatsby's stomach.

Gatsby was a very patient and placid man, especially when it came to Nick, but this was pushing it. It was bad enough that he was feeling self-conscious. Now he had to take his lover's badger. Something inside snapped, "Enough!" he yelled without thinking.

Nick flinched. This was the first time Gatsby had ever gotten upset and yelled at him. His chest tightened as he felt a prickling sensation crawling up his throat and eyes. "Jay-.." he reached up to hold his cheek but Gatsby turned and began to walk out. Before he completely disappeared Nick caught his wrist, "Wait!"

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