Chapter 11 Nikolai
NIKOLAI
Staring up at the ceiling, Nikolai wondered for the millionth time whether he was bisexual. He’d never considered himself anything other than straight, but clearly last night gave him something to think about.
He’d always found it a turn-on fucking a woman with another man. Watching a man plow into a woman, pulling orgasm after orgasm from her, always enhanced the sexual experience.
Hell, even watching Blade as he slapped his dick against a chick’s face, teasing her before feeding her his cock had been a major turn-on for him.
Did he ever want to kiss Blade? Fuck no.
The thought of having that filthy Irish mouth on his own turned his stomach.
Did he ever want to suck Blade’s dick? Well… the man did have a nice piece on him. Not as nice as Reid’s, but still, it was a good dick.
No! Fuck no! He shook his head in disbelief. Never in all the years they had been fucking together had he wanted to suck Blade’s dick.
Yes, he could appreciate a good dick, but no, he didn’t have any desire to swallow said dick.
He’d rubbed up against it from time to time while they were DPing a chick, or accidentally brushed up against it with his hand—each time feeling his dick get harder. Did that mean that he was gay?
No.
Bi. He had to be bi.
He liked fucking women and apparently enjoyed getting sucked off by Reid.
What about one of the other letters in the gay alphabet? Wasn’t there one about wanting to bone your friends? he wondered to himself.
He’d have to ask Ace. He was pretty sure that there was one about having an emotional connection with someone.
He was so confused. Clearly, he enjoyed being naked with men, but he wasn’t sure if he ever wanted to suck a dude’s dick. Reid’s maybe, but definitely not Blade’s… or any of the other guys from the crew.
But he liked to fuck. All the time.
Fuck! He was thirty-six. Why was his dick trying to confuse him at his tender old age? Wasn’t your cock supposed to decide what it liked once you turned eighteen? By the time you are thirty, you’re supposed to know what flavor you enjoy licking.
But feeling Reid’s warm lips wrapped around his cock had felt fucking amazing.
The way the man licked his shaft. Dove down on his dick.
The way he took his time. Savoring. Enjoying. Every… last… inch.
Niko could feel his dick getting hard under the bedsheet.
Fuck.
He needed to get his shit sorted before he fucked everything up with his friend.
Letting out a breath, he stared up at the ceiling.
There was a knock at the bedroom door.
“Yeah?” Nikolai called, too lazy to get up and out of his bed.
The door creaked open, slowly.
“You decent?” a male voice asked before appearing in the doorway.
“I’m never decent. You should know that by now.”
Reid chuckled as he pushed the door open the rest of the way. He stepped into the bedroom without being asked.
The man was dressed in joggers and a loose-fitting T-shirt.
“So? You coming?”
“Where?” Nikolai asked, looking at his best friend like the man was crazy.
“For our morning run.”
Nikolai’s mouth dropped open. “What? Today?”
Reid tilted his head as if Niko was the one who was now crazy and talking nonsense.
“Do I need to remind you that fat cells don’t stop growing just because you got old and lazy?”
“I’m not old… or… Okay, fine. So I’m a little lazy. But who works out this early on weekends?” Nikolai asked, shrugging his shoulders as he rolled his eyes.
“Guys who don’t want to get flabby.”
“When are you leaving again?” Nikolai huffed, really enjoying the comfort of his warm bed.
“In about five minutes.”
“That’s not what I meant,” Nikolai muttered.
“Yeah, I know. I’ll grab us some water bottles. Meet me at the door in four, flabby man.” Reid turned and started walking toward the door. Just before he was out of reach, he grabbed the bedsheet and pulled it along with him out of the bedroom.
“Hey!” Nikolai shouted as Reid's laughter echoed down the hallway.
Bastard.
It was official. He was old and out of shape.
When they were in their twenties, they used to go for a run every morning, and he loved them. They could jog for hours without breaking a sweat.
But now? Ever since he moved to New Mexico, the only workouts he did were in the gym… and plowing women. His cardio consisted of forty-five minutes on an elliptical or, if he was feeling adventurous, thirty minutes on a stationary bike.
Running outdoors… and in the fresh air? That was for millennials and other children who believed that water was the magical answer to everything and that all problems could be solved in a feelings circle.
No. Not him. He was a badass biker who believed that bodies were primarily made of vodka, and that the only way to solve a disagreement was with your fists.
He’d suggested running with Reid because he missed his buddy and didn’t want to feel left out.
Now he was regretting that life decision.
How Reid could be so chipper and energetic this early in the morning was beyond him. The man looked like a fucking gazelle as he leaped through the air, running circles around his tired, sweaty ass.
Fuck his life.
“So, we good?” Reid asked when they were about halfway from god knows where.
Nikolai looked over at his friend.
“Well, no. My legs are on fire, my back feels like it’s being beaten with a bat, and I think I lost my lungs a mile back.”
Reid chuckled. “No. I mean you and me, after last night.”
Niko glanced over at his friend once again. His eyes contained such worry and uncertainty. It broke Niko’s heart. Reid was his best friend, and he loved the guy to death. He hated seeing such doubt in his eyes.
“Yeah, we’re good. Always.”
“Good, because I was a little nervous that you might have freaked out about what happened last night and never want to speak to me again.”
Nikolai shook his head as he struggled to keep pace and not collapse and die.
Something told him that seeing a Russian body, collapsed on the ground, ass up, legs spread wide, arms left in some unnatural position, was probably not the sexy image he wanted to leave behind when he died.
Especially if Blade were to see. Niko was pretty sure he’d be able to hear Blade’s laughs and mocking jokes all the way up in heaven. The guy was a bastard like that.
“Don’t be stupid. We’ve seen each other naked so many times,” Niko added.
“Yeah, but last night was the first time I actually sucked you off.”
He had a point.
Nikolai shrugged.
“So? It was the first time that I shot a load in your mouth. How do you feel?” Nikolai asked, trying to lighten the seriousness of the moment.
Reid smiled back.
“Like I’ve got a million Russian babies swimming around inside my stomach.”
Nikolai chuckled. He fucking loved this guy.
They finished their run, even though Nikolai was ready to accept his fate and keel over and die—damned to hell, in whatever position Blade might find his body.
Man, he really needed to do more cardio.
“So, what do you want to do today?” Nikolai asked Reid as he pulled off his shirt and tossed it onto the bathroom floor. He turned on the shower and began pulling off his joggers.
Reid appeared in the doorway.
“Don’t really care. It’s up to you.”
Nikolai turned and gave him a cocky smirk.
“Just like old times. Always leaving it up to the big man to decide.”
Reid let out a snort and rolled his eyes before turning and heading into his room across the hall.
“What? It’s true.” Niko shouted as Reid shut the door behind him. He let out a chuckle, then hopped in the shower.