Chapter 24 Nico and Packy
nico and packy
NICO
Pack took my hand as we left the living room. Every few steps, I looked over; each time, he was already looking at me. His eyes were bright with the same stunned amazement I felt in my chest.
Boyfriends.
We’d said it out loud. After years of circling each other, pretending not to notice or care how we felt, we’d finally claimed it: us.
In the bedroom, he tugged me closer. “Come here.”
It wasn’t the first time we’d kissed, but it was the first time everything about it made sense.
When we pulled apart, I ran my hands down his arms. “Want to get naked now?”
He grinned. “We’d better.”
I took off my shirt and dropped it on the bench at the foot of the bed. When I looked up, Pack hadn’t moved. He was staring, his hands at his sides and a smile on his lips.
“Everything okay, babe?” I asked. “Want me to undress you?”
“No, I’ve got it.” His voice was rough. “I like watching you.”
He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it toward a chair.
Piece by piece, we took off our clothes, watching each other closely. My pulse kicked every time more skin appeared. The curve of his shoulder, the line of his stomach, the way his breath caught when I pushed my jeans down. All perfect.
When we were both naked, he climbed onto the bed and reached for me. We knelt facing each other, our knees touching. The energy arcing between us was electric.
I wanted to tell him we could take our time, but I couldn’t get the words out. Instead of speaking, I cupped his jaw, and the touch calmed both of us. He bit his lower lip and looked into my eyes.
“You okay?” I asked.
He nodded. “You?”
“Getting there.”
“What’s wrong with us, Nix? It’s not like we haven’t done stuff before.”
I grazed my thumb along the plump lower lip he’d bitten a moment earlier. “Not as boyfriends. Everything is different now.”
When I leaned in and hugged him, my heart went into double time. Pulling him closer made the noise in my head fade away. The first brush of our lips was a question, and the second was the answer I’d waited years for. He put his hands on my sides and kissed me back.
Pulling apart was natural. I rested my forehead against his, and we breathed the same air as I tried to memorize every detail.
“Still okay?” I whispered.
“Much better than okay.”
He slid his hands onto my chest and dragged his fingers through my chest hair.
My skin was supersensitive, and I flinched and pulled my forehead away.
When our eyes met, a trickle of sweat ran down the side of his face.
I groaned as his free hand’s fingers found my nipples and tweaked them. The sting went straight to my dick.
Chuckling, he swept a hand down my body and wrapped it around my cock.
I let out a loud groan and looked down at his dick.
Swollen veins pulsed under tight skin, and a drop of precum hung from the tip.
I traced his shaft with a fingertip, making it twitch, and then closed my fist around him and squeezed.
“Fuck!” He leaned in to kiss me. His lips, rough from spending so much time in cold air, were warm and insistent.
I moaned into his mouth when he gave my cock a long, easy stroke.
Our scruff caught, shooting heat across my neck.
We started thrusting into each other’s fists, and damn. Everything about him felt new.
When we pulled apart, I whispered, “Want to be the captain and rookie again?”
“Maybe in the morning.” He was so close his lips moved against mine. “Can we just be us this time? I want to be with my boyfriend.”
I nodded as tears stung my eyes.
Almost crying during sex? What the hell?
He thrust faster, pushing deeper until his thick shaft filled my hand every time. I did the same, loving how it made my balls tingle.
“Nix?”
“Mm?”
“I’d really like to… If you’re up for it, could I fuck you?”
My heart stuttered, and I was somewhere between euphoria and disorientation as I tried to make sense of what he’d said. He wanted to fuck me? I usually topped, but bottoming for Pack would be a dream come true.
He let my cock go and fixed his smoldering eyes on mine. “I really want to be inside you, but I understand if you’re not ready.”
“No.” I reached for his hands. “I want you to fuck me, but have you ever done anal before?”
His cheeks turned red. “A few times, with women.”
I nodded. “Mechanics should be about the same. I’m totally up for it, so let’s go.”
PACKY
I leaned across the bed and grabbed supplies out of the nightstand drawer. My hand jerked, and I dropped the lube, then had to lean over the side of the bed to get it.
When I turned back, he was grinning. “Sure you’re ready for this?”
My eyes dropped to the dip at the base of his throat, and the present slid away. College rushed in.
One day at practice, I catch an edge and go down hard, flat on my back. The rink lights smear into white stars, and for a moment, I can’t move. Then Nico’s face appears above me, breath fogging in the cold.
“Hey, Pack. You with me?”
His gloved hands grip my arms. He stays there, kneeling, until the dizziness fades.
When my eyes focus, I say, “Nix.”
“Can you sit up?”
He pulls me forward, and suddenly my face is inches from his throat. The smell hits me, sweaty Nix and a trace of his cologne, sharp enough to clear my head completely. Because just like that, I’m hard.
The fall confused my body, but the feeling doesn’t go away. I keep my girlfriend up half the night trying to get that moment with Nix out of my system.
The memory loosened its grip, and the college rink dissolved into Nico in the present, kneeling naked in front of me.
I took his hand and kissed it. This time, it wasn’t confusion or adrenaline humming through me; it was certainty.
Nix had always been the one who made things okay, but back then, I hadn’t known enough to see it.
“Hi,” he said, squeezing my hand. “We don’t have to fuck, babe. Want me to suck you off?”
I shook my head. “No. I want to be inside you. I’ve needed it for so long.”
He raised his free hand to brush the stubble on my jaw. “I think I’ve needed it longer than you have.”
“On your back.”
I tossed the lube and condom aside and crawled on top of him.
The kiss was hungry, full of heat and need.
My head spun the way it had back in college, but this time I understood why.
This was Nix, solid muscle against my chest, with his familiar scent everywhere.
Our cocks slid together, and a fresh jolt of desire burned through me.
I ground against him while I slipped my tongue into his mouth and found his.
The kiss grew more insistent, and he finally pulled away. His lips were wet and swollen. “Need you, Pack. Stop teasing me.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I rolled off him and shoved a pillow under his hips. My hands shook as I knelt between his legs, and I clenched my fists to steady them before coating my fingers with lube.
Since I’d done this with women before, I knew I had to prep him. I pressed a slick finger against his hole and pushed.
He grunted, wiggling his hips and skewering himself on my finger. The sight made my dick throb. I kissed his cock, loving the rock-hard, pulsing heat of him. When I worked a second finger inside his ass, he groaned.
I played with him, fucking him with my fingers, and then scissoring them. He became more excited and started moaning.
“Please, Pack,” he croaked. “I’m ready.”
“One more.” I pushed a third finger in, and as I slid deeper, I found a hard, walnut-sized bump.
“Fuck!” He jackknifed off the bed, eyes wide, and cried out as I brushed over it again.
I wrapped my free hand around his cock and found a rhythm, stroking him with one hand and rubbing his prostate with the other.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
His voice was so raw and desperate, I nearly came before I ever got inside him.
When I let his dick go and slipped my fingers out of his ass, his long, broken moan was one of the hottest things I’d ever heard. I tore the condom open with my teeth and rolled it down my shaft, then slicked myself. The glide of my hand made me hum with pleasure.
“Now, Pack! For fuck’s sake, stick it in.” His eyes burned with need.
I moved into position and wiped the remaining lube over his entrance. “Ready?”
He raised his legs, and I lined up, pressing the tip of my cock against his hole.
“Okay?” I asked.
I waited until he nodded before I pushed. At first, there was only resistance, but then he yielded, and I slid halfway home in one smooth glide. His sharp hiss was barely a whisper against the roar in my ears.
Jesus, I forgot how good this feels. Or maybe I never knew.
His tight heat enveloped me, lighting up my entire body. He’d scrunched his eyes shut, and his forehead was beaded with sweat. Bracing my weight on one arm, I leaned over him and brushed our lips together.
He wrapped his arms around my back and found my mouth again. When he slid his tongue inside, the thrill made my hips move instinctively. I made small, tentative thrusts, testing the waters. His heart hammered against my chest in a frantic beat that matched my own.
I buried my face in the crook of his neck and inhaled the musky scent of his arousal. It was like a drug I’d been craving. I pushed farther into him, and he started moving with me, his hips rising to meet each thrust. It was all the invitation I needed, and I drove all the way in.
We groaned as I bottomed out, and I pulled back and pushed in harder.
He started moaning, and I did too. Nothing had ever felt this good.
His ass gripped me like it was made for my cock, and we moved together, communicating with gasps and sighs.
This wasn’t like any fucking I’d ever known; it was finding a missing piece of myself I never realized was gone.
“Nobody…” He panted, then tried again. “Give it to me, Pack. All of it.”
I pulled back until only the head of my dick was inside him, then slammed back in. His eyes flashed, and he cried out as I fucked him hard and deep.
Reaching between us, he found his cock and started jerking off. He clenched his ass, and when I shifted my angle and drove in, he muttered, “Don’t you dare stop!”
“Nix,” I croaked, needing to say it.
“Pack,” he whispered.
Somehow, our names were more intimate than a kiss. I started pounding him. “Like this?”
“Yes. Give it to me.”
I slammed into him wildly. He winced and blew out a hard breath. When his nails dug into my back, the harsh sting only made me fuck him harder.
“Like that,” he begged. “Use me.”
The room was gone, replaced by the sound of our bodies meeting in harsh slaps, the sharp smell of sex filling the air, and the overwhelming feeling of him. It was almost like all of me was inside him. I pushed up onto my hands, needing the leverage to give him what he was pleading for.
“Ahh!” His hand on his cock was a blur as he cried out again.
“Jerk it, baby.”
“Pack! Gonna come!”
“Do it. Come for me.”
His back arched off the bed. “Keep fucking me.” He gave a strangled cry as his cock erupted, and a thick, white jet of cum striped my abs and splattered back onto his stomach.
The beautiful burn started deep in my balls and rushed to the surface. After two more hard thrusts, I slammed into him and froze.
“Goddammit!” The word tore out of me. My orgasm hit like a physical blow, so intense I couldn’t move. I pulsed inside him, the spasms making me twist and twitch on top of him. Wild grunts filled the air as we came together, a messy, beautiful, perfect disaster.
The world slowly came back into focus. The frantic energy had bled out of us, leaving a heavy, satisfied stillness in its place. I collapsed on top of Nix, not caring that our bodies were slick with sweat and his cum. Our hearts hammered, then slowed to the same steady rhythm.
Eventually, I softened inside him and held the condom in place as I carefully withdrew. The loss of our physical connection seemed as intense as the fucking, and we both sighed.
I tied the condom off and tossed it toward a trash basket before rolling back to him. Needing contact, I scooted close, and he pressed himself against me. For a long time, we lay in silence.
I came to with a start. Nix was smiling at me, watching me.
“I’ve only bottomed a few times.” His voice was husky. “But you may have ruined me for anything else. I want to do that again.”
“Well…” I leaned in and kissed him. “It was so different from anything I’ve ever called fucking, it felt like I’d never really done it before.”
Lines appeared on his forehead. “Is that… good?”
“Oh, baby.” I stroked his cheek with my thumb. “It was the best thing ever. I’m already addicted to fucking you.”
His smile widened. “And that’s the best thing I’ve ever heard. So, want to do it again?”
I nodded. “Let me clean us up. We’ll start fresh.”
“You’re amazing.” He stretched out and sighed. “Made me like getting fucked, and now you’re a gentleman about it.”
I swung my legs over the side of the bed. As I stood, I glanced down and said, “Damn.”
The sheets rustled behind me. “What?”
I turned my head, and he was propped up on an elbow. I pointed at my cock. “Already hard again.”
We laughed before he gave me a mock-stern look. “Hurry up and get back. Next time, don’t be so gentle.”