Chapter 20 #2
“And that person is you?” Nally asked with a smug grin.
“That person is absolutely me,” Jude said, tilting his chin up imperiously. “I don’t trust anyone else to do the job.”
“Neither do I,” Nally said with endearing affection. He pivoted so that he could cup the side of Jude’s face with one hand and leaned in for a kiss.
It was just their luck that Jude’s face was in far too much pain and Nally’s attempt to kiss him bumped their noses together. Jude let out a shout of pain, and Nally pulled back…laughing.
“Bastard,” Jude said, sounding silly and pathetic with his swollen nose.
“I love you,” Nally answered him, picking up his hand and kissing his knuckles instead of his lips.
Jude had no idea how he’d won life’s lottery and ended up with Nally by his side from the start. All he wanted to do was will his nose to heal, throw their phones aside, and roll around in bed with Nally until the two of them were exhausted from fucking each other silly.
That definitely wasn’t happening anytime soon, though.
Broken noses took time to heal, and Jude’s doctor told him no vigorous activity with a particularly stern expression.
It was probably better in the end. Nally ended up twice as busy as he’d been before, since a lot of his previously scheduled meetings and recording sessions had to be moved to make way for follow-up doctor’s visits and interviews at the police station, not to mention appearances in court.
At least Quentin was remanded into custody pending a trial, and from what one of the lawyers they’d consulted at The Chameleon Club told them, the likelihood of Quentin being sentenced to ten years or more for what he did was very high.
Jude was also busy packing up most of his earthly belongings and moving them to Hawthorne House as his nose healed as well.
It didn’t take much of a discussion after the shock of Quentin for him and Nally to get over their ridiculous hesitations and to embrace the fact that they were born for each other.
“Your parents really didn’t have to give me my own recording studio,” he commented to Nally just over two weeks after the miserable night. “But I’m not going to say no to any of this.”
Nally laughed and joined Jude in looking around at the collection of drapes and backdrops, the old furniture that could be moved around to create scenes, and the racks of clothing from the clothing room.
“They’ve basically given you your own production studio,” he said.
“You could make your own films in here if you wanted to.”
“I just might,” Jude answered. “Everyone loved the reenactment of our hospital visit that we put together.”
In fact, they’d received so many panicked messages and such an outpouring of fearful and tearful support that they’d decided, for their own sanity as much as anyone else’s, to reenact the whole night in a slightly comedic way to deflect from the horror of it all.
“Of course, this could also mean that Mum and Dad want you to teach classes on creating social media content,” Nally went on with a sly grin. “Especially since I don’t have time to teach composition anymore.”
“I wouldn’t mind teaching a class or two,” Jude said with a shrug. “I taught you how to manage your own socials, didn’t I?”
Nally’s grin widened as he pulled Jude in close and wrapped his arms around his waist. “You did,” he said. “And the very best thing you taught me was how to turn off my DMs.”
Jude laughed. “I should turn my own off someday,” he said, sliding his hands down to squeeze Nally’s backside. “Although, speaking of turning things off, or more particularly, turning things on, have I told you how amazing you look this afternoon?”
Nally hummed and splayed his hands across Jude’s back. “Not enough times.”
Jude pinched Nally’s backside. “Cheeky,” he growled.
“Horny,” Nally answered.
That would have made Jude laugh even more, but he kissed Nally hard instead.
That kiss turned into another, then another, and within seconds, Jude’s thoughts flew straight out the window. Kissing hadn’t hurt for days now, and even though it would forever have a slight bump in it, his nose was in perfect shape. Definitely good enough for kissing and more.
“You know,” he said between kisses, tugging Nally’s shirt up so he could slide his hand across warm skin, “we never had that night at the hotel that we were planning before things got weird.”
“We never did,” Nally hummed in return. “And I was truly looking forward to that.”
“Were you?” Jude smiled and kissed Nally again. He angled his hips against Nally’s and felt just how exciting the conversation was for both of them.
“I believe we were going to practice being vers?” Nally said, arching one eyebrow.
“I am so ready for that,” Jude said.
He stepped back and grabbed Nally’s hand, dragging him to the doorway of his new studio.
They paused and peeked into the hall to make sure none of the family were nearby.
It was the middle of the morning and they wouldn’t have stopped them, of course, but they would have grinned and teased and made all sorts of comments.
They managed to make it back to their flat without any major encounters. Most of the family were in the middle of teaching classes, and even though Early spotted them hurrying through the lobby and waved to them, they were the last person to interfere with a little morning excitement.
“I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks,” Jude said breathlessly once they reached the flat and shut themselves in the bedroom.
“Goddess, so have I,” Nally said, pulling off his shoes as both of them stripped as fast as they could.
“Sleeping every night with you and waiting for your nose to heal has been torture.” He froze after pulling his shirt and jumper off over his head in one piece and said, “Your nose is up for this, isn’t it? ”
“As long as I don’t use my nose for penetration or push my face into the pillow while you’re nailing me, yes,” Jude answered with a heated grin.
“We’ll have to do it facing, then,” Nally said, eyes bright with excitement.
Jude could hardly keep his enthusiasm contained as he finished undressing and threw back the bedcovers. There were probably a dozen things they should have done to get ready, but as far as he was concerned, there wasn’t time.
“Here,” he said, pulling open the small table on what had become his side of the bed and pulling out a strip of condoms. He tossed them to Nally, then grabbed the bottle of lube from the drawer and flopped onto the bed on his back.
As Nally climbed onto the bed and crawled to kneel between Jude’s open legs, fiddling with the wrapper to get to the condom, Jude clicked open the lube, rolled back, and squirted way too much over his tight hole.
“What the fuck?” Nally laughed, stroking himself so he was good and hard to roll the condom on. “Eager much?”
“I’ve wanted you to fuck me since we were way too young for me to be thinking about being violated like that,” Jude panted. He tossed the bottle aside and held one of his legs up and back under the knee with one hand while reaching around to push some of the lube into his hole with his fingers.
Nally stopped to watch him once his condom was on. “Fuck, Jude. If I didn’t want to be inside you so badly right now, I would make you fuck yourself with a vibe or something while I watched.”
Jude’s dick jumped at the idea. “That’s definitely going on our list of things to try,” he panted. “But only if I get to watch you do the same.”
He pulled his fingers out of his hole and held both of his legs so that Nally could position himself between them.
“We should get some of those remote-control vibrators and trade controlers and play vibe poker or something,” Nally said as he balanced on his arms above Jude.
“Vibe poker?” Jude panted letting go of his legs and wrapping them around Nally’s torso so he could grab Nally’s face and kiss him.
The kiss nearly interrupted the conversation, but as Nally pulled back, rubbing his erection against Jude’s tight balls, he finished with, “Yeah, whoever wins the hand gets to up the intensity of the other one’s vibrator.”
“Yes,” Jude gasped. “I’m all in.”
“No,” Nally said with a wicked grin, positioning himself so his flared head pressed insistently against Jude’s hole, “I’m all in.”
Jude let out an almighty sound of pleasure as Nally pressed hard into him. The sensation of being stretched was intense, but he’d always loved it anyhow. It was even better knowing Nally was the one giving it to him.
He only closed his eyes to enjoy it for a moment, though.
As Nally worked deeper and deeper, he opened his eyes and met Nally’s, making a powerful connection.
The lust and need and love in Nally’s eyes made every physical sensation feel so much better.
Nally picked up his pace, pausing only to lower himself enough to kiss Jude, then started up again.
Jude reached between them to grab his dick, stroking in time to Nally’s thrusts as they continued kissing. They went slow at first, but the connection was so heady and the pleasure so pure that they were working hard and gasping for breath in no time.
Jude knew Nally’s sounds so well already that he could tell when his beloved started to come.
He let himself go, reaching for his orgasm as well, and though the timing wasn’t entirely perfect, before Nally started to go limp and sag over top of him, Jude jerked his hips up as cum started to spill from him.
What they lacked in synchronicity, they made up for in the absolute joy of being together. They rolled to the side, and Jude tightened his legs around Nally, holding him inside for just a little bit longer.
“I love you,” he panted, kissing Nally to prove his words.
“I love you,” Nally groaned back as they clasped each other, mouths continuing what their bodies were done with…for the time being.
Even that couldn’t last forever, and eventually they slipped apart, cleaned up as much as they could without getting out of bed, and came together again to cuddle and kiss in the drowsy afterglow.
“So,” Jude said once he’d just about caught his breath. “Marriage and kids? Summers in the tropics and retirement in Italy or something?”
Nally laughed. “How about we just be us for now,” he said. “Though I’m perfectly okay with fiancés for the moment, if you want to rush to be all official and everything.”
“I don’t want to rush anything with you,” Jude said, smiling into the warm truth that wrapped itself around them, giving them their own little space in time. “I just want to be in your pocket all the time.”
“Good,” Nally said, kissing him again, “Because if we’re going to be vers, I want you in my pocket as much as I’m in yours.”
Jude laughed and grabbed Nally’s arse. “Deal,” he said.
They were going to drive everyone crazy for years to come, but they’d be incredibly happy together doing it.