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would
happen. It would be good. So fucking good we’d never go
back. And I’m ready. I’m ready to never go back.”
“Now I know why you don’t talk very much,” Oliver joked
weakly. “You don’t make any sense when you do.”
“I’m in love with you.” Nick’s declaration was said with such
conviction, yet Oliver was stil afraid to believe it. Nick
understood his silence. “Believe me, Oliver. And this isn’t a
sudden realization. I’ve known it for years. But like you, I
thought it was the same problem that would eventualy go away.
I thought you’d taken your need to be near me and
misinterpreted it as desire. But it isn’t that, is it? It’s amazing and glorious and I want you. I want to touch you, be with you.”
“Right now?” Oliver attempted to defuse the situation with humor
as he always did. He was off-balance. Nick’s confession was
essentialy the stuff of Oliver’s dreams—although Nick had been
slightly more eloquent in his dreams—but it was so unexpected
he didn’t know how to respond.
he didn’t know how to respond.
Nick kissed him. That was unfair. How was Oliver to step back
and give Nick the room to think it through when he was kissing
him? And he was such a good kisser. Oliver had watched him
for years. Had even, on a few rare occasions, snuck in and
shared his kisses with whatever woman they were with. But this
was the first time he’d been the sole recipient of Nick’s
expertise, and it was devastating. He grabbed Nick by the lapels
of his coat and held on while he dove in to the pure pleasure of
Nick’s mouth.
Nick moaned and fel against Oliver, pinning him to the wal.
Instinct had Oliver thrusting into the hard planes of Nick’s
stomach. When his cock made contact with Nick he had to
break the kiss and suck in great gulps of air as he fought the urge
to come in his pants like a schoolboy.
Nick reached down and began to open Oliver’s pants clumsily.
“What are you doing?” Oliver asked in between panting breaths.
“I’ve got to taste you,” Nick muttered. “You’re going to come,
aren’t you? Just from my kiss?”
Oliver would have liked to say no, to claim more control than
that, but Nick knew him too wel to believe him. “Yes,” he said
desperately, hoping with al his might that Nick meant what he’d
said when he’d used the word “taste”.
said when he’d used the word “taste”.
Nick fel to his knees and yanked Oliver’s pants down to mid-
thigh. Al right then, apparently he’d meant it. Before he could do
anything, however, Oliver cupped his jaw and forced his face up.
The raw desire he saw there nearly knocked him to his knees
with Nick. “Are you sure?” he rasped, hating to ask but feeling it
necessary.
“Yes, dammit,” Nick snarled. “Let go of me so I can suck you.”
“God, Nick,” Oliver said, dropping his head back against the
wal with an audible thump. “Do you have any idea how long
I’ve waited for you to say that?”
Nick laughed. “Not words of love, but ‘let me suck you’?” he
teased. “That’s my Oliver.”
“Yes, I am,” Oliver agreed. “Now suck, before it’s too late.”
Nick didn’t waste any more words. He’d already said more in
the space of a few minutes than he had in years. It was enough.
It was almost too much when Nick grasped the base of Oliver’s
cock in his fist, but then he put his mouth on him, sucking on the
ful head of his engorged rod, and Oliver cried out before he bit
his lip. He slammed his palms against the wal to keep from
grabbing Nick’s head and fucking his gorgeous mouth hard,
which is what he’d always wanted to do.
Nick sucked cock like he kissed. He licked around the head and
nibbled and sucked lightly on it, savoring it, in between hard puls
on it, nearly sucking Oliver’s soul out.
“Dammit, Nick,” he growled. “I can’t last. It feels so damn
good.”
Nick hummed around the cock in his mouth, and
happen. It would be good. So fucking good we’d never go
back. And I’m ready. I’m ready to never go back.”
“Now I know why you don’t talk very much,” Oliver joked
weakly. “You don’t make any sense when you do.”
“I’m in love with you.” Nick’s declaration was said with such
conviction, yet Oliver was stil afraid to believe it. Nick
understood his silence. “Believe me, Oliver. And this isn’t a
sudden realization. I’ve known it for years. But like you, I
thought it was the same problem that would eventualy go away.
I thought you’d taken your need to be near me and
misinterpreted it as desire. But it isn’t that, is it? It’s amazing and glorious and I want you. I want to touch you, be with you.”
“Right now?” Oliver attempted to defuse the situation with humor
as he always did. He was off-balance. Nick’s confession was
essentialy the stuff of Oliver’s dreams—although Nick had been
slightly more eloquent in his dreams—but it was so unexpected
he didn’t know how to respond.
he didn’t know how to respond.
Nick kissed him. That was unfair. How was Oliver to step back
and give Nick the room to think it through when he was kissing
him? And he was such a good kisser. Oliver had watched him
for years. Had even, on a few rare occasions, snuck in and
shared his kisses with whatever woman they were with. But this
was the first time he’d been the sole recipient of Nick’s
expertise, and it was devastating. He grabbed Nick by the lapels
of his coat and held on while he dove in to the pure pleasure of
Nick’s mouth.
Nick moaned and fel against Oliver, pinning him to the wal.
Instinct had Oliver thrusting into the hard planes of Nick’s
stomach. When his cock made contact with Nick he had to
break the kiss and suck in great gulps of air as he fought the urge
to come in his pants like a schoolboy.
Nick reached down and began to open Oliver’s pants clumsily.
“What are you doing?” Oliver asked in between panting breaths.
“I’ve got to taste you,” Nick muttered. “You’re going to come,
aren’t you? Just from my kiss?”
Oliver would have liked to say no, to claim more control than
that, but Nick knew him too wel to believe him. “Yes,” he said
desperately, hoping with al his might that Nick meant what he’d
said when he’d used the word “taste”.
said when he’d used the word “taste”.
Nick fel to his knees and yanked Oliver’s pants down to mid-
thigh. Al right then, apparently he’d meant it. Before he could do
anything, however, Oliver cupped his jaw and forced his face up.
The raw desire he saw there nearly knocked him to his knees
with Nick. “Are you sure?” he rasped, hating to ask but feeling it
necessary.
“Yes, dammit,” Nick snarled. “Let go of me so I can suck you.”
“God, Nick,” Oliver said, dropping his head back against the
wal with an audible thump. “Do you have any idea how long
I’ve waited for you to say that?”
Nick laughed. “Not words of love, but ‘let me suck you’?” he
teased. “That’s my Oliver.”
“Yes, I am,” Oliver agreed. “Now suck, before it’s too late.”
Nick didn’t waste any more words. He’d already said more in
the space of a few minutes than he had in years. It was enough.
It was almost too much when Nick grasped the base of Oliver’s
cock in his fist, but then he put his mouth on him, sucking on the
ful head of his engorged rod, and Oliver cried out before he bit
his lip. He slammed his palms against the wal to keep from
grabbing Nick’s head and fucking his gorgeous mouth hard,
which is what he’d always wanted to do.
Nick sucked cock like he kissed. He licked around the head and
nibbled and sucked lightly on it, savoring it, in between hard puls
on it, nearly sucking Oliver’s soul out.
“Dammit, Nick,” he growled. “I can’t last. It feels so damn
good.”
Nick hummed around the cock in his mouth, and
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