Chapter 38
Chapter thirty-eight
Liam
This movie is awful. Some cheesy romcom. But I’m curled up next to Nicky on our comfortable sofa, and the world feels as if it is glowing.
I am with the man I love, and soon we are going to be making a beautiful new home together. It is all far too good to be true.
“Ow!” I exclaim as I rub my arm.
Nicky raises an eyebrow at me. “Everything alright?”
I grin. “Yeah, just pinching myself to make sure this is real.”
He shakes his head slowly at me, as if I’m a lost cause. But his eyes are sparkling. Warm and gorgeous.
It’s a look that makes me swoon, as well as igniting something in my soul. He can’t look at me like that and be all the way over there, it’s not fair.
I grab a fistful of his tee shirt and yank him towards me for a kiss. He groans as our lips collide. Heat rushes through me. Passion blossoms from a flame to an inferno.
I love that I get to kiss Nicky. I adore kissing him. I’m going to do it a million times a day for all of eternity.
His tongue slips into my mouth, and I tangle my fingers into his hair, holding him close. I kiss him as if I’m trying to merge our bodies.
In the background, the TV talks to itself. The film forgotten. Nicky is the only thing that exists in my universe. Kissing him is everything. It’s making my body heat and heat. Lust, desire and need have replaced the blood pounding in my veins.
“I want you!” I gasp.
Nicky groans. A helpless sound of hunger and passion. Matching me completely.
Then, he pulls away from me and almost falls off the sofa. He scrambles to his feet.
“Stay there!” he pleads, then he runs to the bedroom.
I stare after him, blinking. My hair is a mess, my tee shirt and boxers askew, and my cock is very hard.
Nicky returns a few heartbeats later, baby oil in one hand, and a towel in the other. “Supplies,” he grins.
“Dufus,” I chuckle.
He rejoins me on the sofa, and his lips find mine. The baby oil drops to the floor with a thud, and the towel lands somewhere. Nicky’s arms wrap around me. He lies down on the sofa and pulls me with him until I’m more than half on top of him.
He stops kissing me, and he stares at me with wide, dark eyes instead.
“I want you to top me,” he says.
All the air leaves my lungs. The oxygen escapes in one big whoosh that makes me dizzy. The room tilts a little, and my cock leaks.
“Fuck,” Nicky whispers in awe. “Keep looking at me like that and I’m going to cum before we do anything.”
Laughter flows out of me, free, easy and unashamed. Nicky grins back.
“Is that why you took so long in the shower?” I tease.
Nicky flushes a deep, beautiful red, and he nods. My tough mafia man is suddenly all bashful.
I lean forward and kiss him again, while my hand slides between us and finds his cock. I stroke him and drink down the moans he spills into my mouth.
“You are wearing too many clothes,” I say in between kisses.
He doesn’t seem to hear me at first, or maybe it just takes his brain a while to process the words, because suddenly he jolts as if electrocuted, and then he is yanking off his tee shirt as if it is on fire.
I chuckle. He glares at me with messed-up hair. “So are you,” he points out.
He’s right. I back away from him, just enough to give us room to work. Then, I pull my tee shirt over my head and yank my boxers down my legs and kick them across the room.
“Much better,” says Nicky.
I turn to face him and find him staring at my naked body, with an intense, appreciative look in his eyes, as if he is observing a great work of art.
Now, I’m the one blushing. Why does he always look at me like that? I’m nothing special.
I lean forward, place my hand on his chest and push him until he is lying on his back on the sofa, one of his legs on my lap, the other one dangling over the edge of the sofa.
I scoop the bottle of baby oil off of the floor and pop the lid. I’m just about to start pouring it everywhere when I remember the towel. It probably is a very expensive sofa, and the cream color isn’t going to hide any stains.
Maybe we should take this to bed? But we are here now, and I like the idea of doing it on the sofa, it feels naughty and decadent.
But as I look at Nicky sprawled out like some sort of delicious feast, I can’t think of a way of doing this in any way that is remotely sexy.
Sighing in defeat, I retrieve the towel and hold it aloft. Nicky blinks, and I see him come to the exact same conclusion as me. This isn’t going to be erotic.
He laughs, and his amusement spreads to me. With both of us chuckling, we manage to get the towel under him.
As we settle back down and he stares up at me, my heart fills full enough to burst. This easy laughter feels far more intimate than the hottest sex ever could, I swear.
“Are you just going to stare at me all night?” he teases.
“Maybe.”
I snap open the baby oil and drizzle it over my fingers. Nicky’s eyes heat, and just like that, the atmosphere turns from soft and warm, to fiery and hot.
With oil-slicked fingers, I caress his cock.
He grunts and his eyes fall closed. I watch pleasure bloom and dance across his face while I play with his cock.
This moment is incredible. He is hot and heavy in my hand, and the look of joy on his face, joy that I am giving him, is the most divine thing I have ever seen.
I stroke and stroke, until he is loose-limbed and languid. Then, I move my free hand to his hole. My finger traces around it while my other hand continues to pump his cock.
He moans and his hips rock. I pour more oil everywhere. The towel really was a good idea.
I smear the oil around and around his hole. Glorying in the way his body heats it up. My fingers are all but slipping in it, and it’s perfect. His hips are twitching, and his legs are falling open. He is really enjoying having his ass played with.
I watch his face closely as I carefully work my finger inside him. His eyes don’t crunch up. He doesn’t wince. All he does is throw his head back and let out a deep sound of pleasure.
My cock throbs in response. Fuck, this is how I die. Nicky is going to be so frigging sexy my brain is going to melt into goo.
He moans again.
Fuck it. Best way to die ever.
I slide my finger in and out of him. He is so hot, though I don’t know what I was expecting. And, lord help me, if he feels this good around my finger, having him on my cock really is going to kill me.
I add a second finger, and we both make depraved, unholy sounds. I move a little faster, even though I’m scared of hurting him.
“More!” he begs.
I close my eyes and grunt. I nearly shot my load right then and there. How is Nicky so hot? So hot and mine? How the fucking hell do I get to be the first person to see him like this? Be the first person to do this to him? It is unreal, and I’m quite certain I don’t deserve it.
I add a third finger. He clenches around me and tries to fuck himself on my fingers. He is so tight and soft, it really is exploding my brain cells.
“I’m ready!” he whines. “Please!”
I pull my fingers out of him. Shift my position.
Then I pause and look down at him. His eyes are closed.
He is sprawled on the sofa, decadent and relaxed.
His legs are spread for me. He is waiting for me, and he is utterly at ease.
He trusts me completely, and the only thing surging through him is lust.
I am delighted and pleased, of course I am. But I am also envious. A little jealous. I’d love to one day be this serene and peaceful for him, but I doubt I will ever be.
He makes a needy noise, and I shake myself out of my stupor. I lean fully over him and line my cock up to his hole.
Excitement and euphoria crash into me. I’ve never topped before. He has never bottomed. A first for both of us. A first we get to share. A moment I get to share with Nicky, the most wonderful person in the world.
My hips move and I sink into him, far easier than I was expecting. Sensation explodes, and I cry out.
Fuck!
My eyes snap open in panic. There is only sheer and utter bliss on his face.
Thank God! What a relief! I didn’t mean to go that fast. I guess I opened him up really well, or he is super relaxed, or I’m really tiny.
Whatever the reason, I didn’t hurt him, and that is the only thing I care about.
“Liam! Move! Please!” He groans and lifts his hips.
As my panic subsides, sensation really floods in. Nicky is tight and hot around my cock. Squeezing me exquisitely. It is the best feeling I have ever experienced.
My hips move, and Nicky grunts ferally. My eyes roll back. Instincts take over, and my body moves. It thrusts and fucks and pounds. Nicky claws at my back in ecstasy.
“Oh there! There!” he wails.
I shift slightly and try to hit the exact angle I had on my last thrust. Nicky’s loud, keening cry tells me I have done it.
Grinning, I get to work at hitting that exact same spot with every thrust.
Nicky twists and writhes. He screams and falls apart as pleasure undoes him completely.
I watch his orgasm rock his entire body.
I feel him clench and spasm around my cock.
He cums and cums and it is so fucking beautiful that I follow him right off the edge, and we fall together through rupture and euphoria.
I blink and find myself collapsed on top of him. Both of us sweaty and panting. My softening cock is still inside him, and I don’t want it to slip out anytime soon.
“That was incredible,” I wheeze.
“Told you I was that good,” gasps Nicky.
My lungs shake through a silent laugh. “Dufus.”
He chuckles, the sound so warm and happy, it feels like a caress.
I suck in a breath. “I really don’t know which way I liked more. What about you? How are we going to choose?”
Nicky’s fingers brush through my hair for a few moments.
“We don’t have to choose, sweetheart,” he says. Softly, gently, carefully.
I blink. My chest constricts painfully. Embarrassment and deep, deep shame tear through me.
“Hey, Liam, it’s alright. You spent five years away from the world, there is going to be stuff you don’t know.”
“I thought gay couples…” I blurt before swallowing my stupid words.
“Lots of people do,” Nicky says as he continues to stroke my hair. “And some gay couples do have set preferences. But being versatile, doing both, is totally a thing.”
I take in a deep breath and let it out. I’m an idiot, a stupid, clueless idiot, and there is probably a ton of other stuff I don’t know. But Nicky can teach me, and Nicky loves me even though I’m dumb.
“Sorry,” I say.
“Don’t be sorry,” Nicky insists. He kisses my head tenderly, and I melt a little more.
“I love you,” I tell him with all the passion of my soul.
He wraps his arms around me and squeezes tightly. “Love you more.”