Experiment 1.02 – Subject Rhodes, N.
Title: Gemini Reactivity in Controlled Suck-off Conditions
A case study in competitive oral performance and throat-based dominance.
Nix has only himself to blame for the situation he’s in right now.
Mostly, it’s because he’s competitive as fuck; always has been, and probably always will be. To the detriment of his own health sometimes, if Logan Frost is to be believed.
Not that this bet with Luca is bad for his health, not at all.
Quite the opposite, really.
It’s fun and sexy, and Nix loves giving head. It’s true. It’s on his kink list, after spanking and before nipple-stuff.
Nix could show you the already very long list of things he loves in the bedroom (and anywhere else the mood strikes, when there are no children present).
Anyhoo, the bet.
Good, not-so-clean fun.
The dicks-periment seemed like dirty fun when he’d agreed.
Of course, he felt he’d had a leg up (pun!), given that Luca had reported that Grayson and Rowan had already implied that he was ahead in the game.
All he had to do was convince the others of his winning technique, and he’d be a shoo-in. He liked to hear he was the “best” at something, sure, but when Luca had upped the ante to include topping for an entire month?
Well, Nix couldn’t lose now.
No way, no how. He’d die, and then the world would collapse. His children would cry. Sunday nights would be ruined. Nope, he had to win; there was no other option.
Hence, the “to his own detriment” portion of the competition. Of course, he’d forgotten that Geminis were notoriously competitive and that Luca Wilde was even more so than the average twink.
Add to it that Luca is bound to be motivated by his tarnished perfect record and thwarted genius-level ego. Well. Nix had better bring his A-game (or was that D-game?). Or that’s what Luca had told him before he’d pinched his butt, kissed his cheek, and disappeared up the library’s stairs.
Nix hadn’t warned him that Finn was asleep, because all’s fair in love and bets. There was a loud smack, and the growling alpha’s angry diatribe was followed by a squeal and a slammed door.
Nix had to laugh as quietly as he could, though, because the only thing worse than a sore loser was a bad winner.
“That was mean,” Finn calls from upstairs.
Nix checks that the kids are still outside, and Gideon is offering juice and snacks from a small cooler bag. They’re sitting in the grass, and Gideon has replaced his parenting book with one about loving them to the moon and back.
It’s his favorite.
Nix thinks he might have enough time to ply his wares with Dr. Merritt if he has the Goddess’s favor.
Nix takes the stairs to Finn’s room two at a time, where he’s lying like a nerdy, debauched god. He drops his phone on the nightstand just in time for Nix to launch himself from ten feet away directly into his arms.
“Have you been awake up here the whole time, Dr. Merritt?”
“Fuck, no. You wore me out. Luc just woke me up from a dead sleep. I’ll probably be sorry later that I spooked him.”
“Probably?” Nix asks and throws a leg over his mate’s hips.
Finn almost always sleeps with his pajamas on. A t-shirt and sleep pants are common, but this morning, he is still handsome and bare from their night before.
“Or not. How are the kids?” He asks as he slides his hand around the back of Nix’s neck, intent on drawing Nix in for a kiss.
Nix’s lips are almost on Finn’s when he flashes him an image of the kids outside over their mental link. “They’re outside with Artem and Gideon. We have a few minutes.”
“We do? For what, pray tell?” Finn smirks, and it presses Nix’s buttons like it does every time.
“Well…” Nix lowers his voice and reaches for Finn’s glasses from the nightstand so he can place them gently on the doctor’s nose. “I was wondering if I could show you how much I missed you.”
“You missed me? You got up from this bed two hours ago.”
It’s still a long time, Nix says over their mental link, pouting and making his eyes extra wide. Finn doesn’t stand a chance.
“I missed you, too, Nix.”
Yeah? Then you won’t mind if I help myself. He smiles, slow and dangerous. I’m hungry for you this morning.
Nix grabs the edge of the blanket and pulls it down while he backs up toward the end of the bed. He pulls the elastic from around his wrist and ties his hair up over his head while Finn watches, enraptured.
It’s one of the things the alpha loves best—when Nix shows off his slim neck and his mating bites.
Maybe Nix can win this thing easily, after all. He pauses and thinks loud and clear, I’m going to keep my clothes on while you just lie back and let me make you feel good, Dr. Merritt.
Finn whimpers, and his beautiful pink cock jerks against his belly. “You’re going to kill me. So beautiful, Nix.”
No, you are. Look at this gorgeous cock. And it’s not just pretty. It tastes good, too.
He slides between Finn’s legs and lowers onto his elbows, fingers wrapping around the base of Finn’s shaft to hold it steady.
His eyes stay locked on Finn’s face as he leans in and sucks the head in with a moan, teasing the slit with his tongue, then slowly sinking, inch by inch, until his nose is buried in soft curls and the weight of Finn’s cock fills his throat.
He bobs once, twice, then pulls off with a loud slurp, licking from base to tip like he was cleaning a lollipop dipped in sin. “So fucking good,” he murmurs around the shaft, letting his voice vibrate through Finn’s dick as he mouths at it.
Juicy. Sweet. Addictive.
Nix closes his eyes and pulls off so he can lick and suck the silky head, before sinking back down again. He finds a rhythm and brings every trick he has ever employed to bear.
Finn makes a desperate, choked sound and fists his hands into the pillow, but it isn’t long before instinct takes over. One trembling hand finds Nix’s ponytail and wraps it tight in his fist.
Nix shivers as pleasure shoots down his spine. Yes. Yes, use me.
He loves the contrast—how gentle Finn always tries to be, and how fucking filthy he gets when he snaps. The pull on his ponytail forces Nix’s mouth down, deep, fast, setting a punishing rhythm as Finn begins to fuck his face.
He relaxes his throat, opening wide, eyes watering as the head pushes deep. His lips are stretched wide, spit slicking his chin, but he doesn’t care. He’s never felt more desired than when they use his mouth like this—thrusting up into his throat, panting his name like a prayer.
“I’m gonna—fuck, your mouth—harder, Nix, ” Finn’s voice cracks, and Nix pushes him closer to the edge with an x-rated mental image: Grayson, naked and covered in paint, pinning Nix against a wall in the Art House, growling in his ear as he fucks him wild.
The effect is instant. Finn’s hips jerk, his cock twitching against Nix’s tongue.
Nix pulls off with a gasp, licking his lips, and his hand never stops clenching around Finn’s knot. “Give it to me, Dr. Merritt. Let me taste you.”
Finn groans so deep it shakes the bed frame as he hauls Nix back down by the hair, shoving his cock past his lips with a desperate thrust.
“Nix. Oh, my fucking god—fuck—”
He comes hard, spilling hot and thick down Nix’s throat in wave after wave. Nix swallows what he can, letting the rest smear across his tongue and lips. It’s obscene, glorious. He sucks him through it, humming, fingers curling tight around Finn’s knot.
“Mmm. Delicious.” Nix licks the tip one last time, teasing the oversensitive head as Finn collapses against the headboard.
“Holy fuck. Wow. That was…fuck.”
Finn reaches down to guide him up, and their kiss is soft as he licks his come from Nix’s lips.
It sends a full-body shiver through Nix. The whiplash between being used and being cherished always wrecks him in the best possible way.
With his ass still wet and aching, he curls into Finn’s side, listening to the frantic rhythm of his mate’s heart.