Oliver
trembled. Then Nick slid his mouth down to meet his fist,
engulfing nearly al of Oliver’s cock in the warm, wet cavern of
his mouth, and sucked deeply. He moved his fist and his mouth
in tandem, and Oliver was lost. The only warning he could
manage was a strangled moan.
Instead of puling off, Nick stayed and Oliver came in his mouth.
After an initial gag as Oliver shot into his throat, Nick drank him
down smoothly. Oliver wasn’t proud of the whimper that
escaped, but he was too intoxicated from his orgasm to care
much. Nick continued to suck his head gently, his tongue sliding
over the sensitive ridge beneath it, as Oliver softened in his hold.
Even when he’d gone soft, Nick licked and sucked him as if he
couldn’t get enough. Oliver was shaking from the intensity of the
feelings, both physical and emotional, coursing through him at
Nick’s attentions. He put his hand on Nick’s head and ran his
fingers through his hair while he caught his breath.
“How did I taste?” he asked finaly.
Nick chuckled and let Oliver slide out of his mouth. He stood up
and rubbed his lips on Oliver’s. “You tel me,” he whispered
right before he kissed him.
Oliver pushed his tongue into Nick’s mouth and tasted the
sharpness of his come. It was bitter, perhaps a little salty. So
different from a woman’s. Nick took over the kiss, holding the
back of Oliver’s head, sucking his tongue before shoving his own
past Oliver’s, into Oliver’s mouth, filing him and devouring him.
Oliver suddenly couldn’t breathe, but instead of wanting to break
the kiss it made him want to hold on tighter and let Nick be his
air, his lifeline, his anchor.
Nick’s hold gentled as if he understood what Oliver needed. He
slid his hands down and around Oliver’s chest, hugging him,
nipping at his lips now with a soothing swipe of his tongue along
the sting after. Oliver wrapped his arms around Nick’s broad
shoulders and let him do whatever he wanted.
“I liked it,” Nick said against his lips. “I liked the way you felt
and the way you tasted. I liked being in control of you like that,
and making you come for me.”
“Oh God, Nicky,” Oliver said with a weak laugh. “Now you’ve
done it, you’re going to go al out, aren’t you? You’re going to
drive me mad with your love talk.”
He could feel Nick smile against his mouth. “I hope so. Are you
hard again? I want you hard al night, you know.”
“I know,” Oliver whispered. But there was a worry in the back
of his mind, and he wasn’t going to pretend. Things had gotten
too serious for that, now. “What about Vanessa?”
Nick let him go then and retreated to the far wal. He gestured at
Oliver’s pants. “Better get dressed. You’re right. We’re
supposed to be down there in a few minutes.”
“No,” Oliver said, though he started straightening his clothes. “I
mean what about her? I love you, Nick, and I loved what we
just did. I’ve been dreaming about it for years. But I stil want
her. There’s something about her…I don’t know.”
“Her eyes speak to you?” Nick asked. He didn’t sound
disappointed. “I feel the same way. I think that if we hadn’t
found her and been with her tonight, I might not have found the
courage to finaly tel you how I feel.”
“Why?” Oliver tugged his coat into place as he waited for Nick’s
answer.
“I’m not sure,” Nick said, clearly frustrated. “But I know that I
can’t imagine this with you without her involved in some way.”
“Does it make it easier for you to want me knowing there’s a
woman you want, too?” Oliver tried not to let his hurt show.
woman you want, too?” Oliver tried not to let his hurt show.
“No,” Nick said dismissively. “Don’t be an idiot again. It’s just
that she wants us. She wants us both. Not you, not me. Both of
us. I like that. I like being part of something with you, part of a
whole. Does that make
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