14. Booker
Chapter fourteen
Booker
T his evening is not going how I thought it would, and I couldn’t be happier.
I was expecting to watch in solidarity as Meredith went through her “pick me, choose me, love me” speech, but it turns out, I can’t relate.
Because my man did pick me.
And now he is naked, lying spread out on my bed. I stare at him, frozen, not able to decide where to start first. Eating his ass, sucking his dick, frotting, or getting straight to stretching him out so I can stuff him full of my dick. I know I came less than ten minutes ago, but I am ready to go again. I just don’t know where to start.
“Booker, this is torture. Please, baby, I need you,” whines Nicky. He fists his dick and slowly strokes himself. It’s enough to get me moving. I slap his hand away from his cock and blanket his body with mine, claiming his mouth.
Nicky in any scenario is amazing, but like this, putty in my hands, whining, desperate, needy for me, I think this might be my favorite. Happiness bubbles within me. I have him. He’s mine. He chose me.
I angle his face so I can kiss him deeper, loving that he still tastes like my cum.
“I need lube. I wanted to eat your ass, but that’ll have to be next time. I want to watch our cocks explode together.” I say against his lips. His whimper tastes delicious.
I reach under the pillow for the bottle of lube. “I’ve been jerking off a lot since I met you. I needed it close by” I say in response to his raised eyebrow.
“And the nightstand isn’t close?”
“It might as well be Australia.”
His laugh stops before it really gets started as I wrap my lubed up hand around our cocks, bracing myself with the other.
I slowly start moving, enjoying the feel of his hardness against mine. Looking away isn’t an option. His tight, fat balls, rubbing against mine, the way Nicky’s hips start trusting, fucking himself in my hand, his hands in gripping my hair. There isn’t one thing I don’t love about this moment.
“Booker.” I look up, and his eyes, practically black with lust, are on me. “I need more. Please.”
Like fuck am I going to deny him anything?
“Fuck my hand.” I gasp out and begin to thrust in my hand, the tip of my dick catching the underside of his mushroom head.
Nicky lets out a groan that could wake the dead. He pulls my lips to his in a sexy, sloppy kiss, and jackhammers his hips.
I’m surrounded by him completely. My dick doesn’t care that I came minutes ago. I’m ready to explode again. Mark his delicious abs in my cum. Fuck, I need to get him there, too.
“You’re mine, Nicky. I’m going to fuck you over my bike while you wear my cut, with my name tattooed on your skin. I’m keeping you.”
I feel his body tense underneath me, his mouth open in a silent scream. His hot release coating my hand sets off my own orgasm. I look down and watch as my cum mixes with his, pooling in the grooves of his abs.
Perfect.
Nicky’s hands cup my jaw, and he pulls me in for a slow kiss. “I’m keeping you too, Booker.”
We stay like that, slowly kissing until our mess gets uncomfortable.
Once I’ve finished cleaning us both up, I wrap my body around his and bury my head into his shoulder like a fucking snuggle bug.
“Booker?” Nicky says, barely veiled uncertainty lacing his voice.
“Yeah?”
“Do you want to help me pick out a house this weekend? I know it’s too soon to move in together, but it’s somewhere I want you to visit. Regularly. So I want you to be comfortable as well.”
I swear I stop breathing for a second. “Yeah, of course I will. Fizz’s brother is a realtor, so I can ask him to find some places.”
“Thanks, Dimples,” he says with a yawn.
I stay awake, mind racing.
I have the prospect of keeping this man that has burrowed his way under my skin. No way am I going to let him escape now.
It feels like I’ve been asleep for five minutes when I’m being woken up by the overhead light blinding me.
“Booker? I need your help finding–oh,” Reed’s voice pierces through my sleepy brain. “I guess I found him.”
“Found who?” Nicky grumbles from underneath me. I open my eyes, blinking like a fucking owl as I try to get used to the bright sudden light. I start to sit up but fall back down on Nicky with an oomph. “It’s too early to get up, babe. Who did you find?” His eyes are still not open.
“Reed found someone?”
Now Nicky’s eyes are open. “What? Who did they find? Is he okay?”
“I’m fine.” I look down at the end of the bed and see Reed standing there looking nervous as shit in his pj’s and winter coat. He looks between the two of us. Finally, settling on Nicky. “You’re the person I was looking for. You weren’t in your room, so I came to wake Booker up to help me find you and, well, here you are.”
“Maybe we should sit up?” Nicky lets go of me, and we both lean up against the headboard. I am so thankful we both put sweats on before we went to sleep last night. “You know I’m leaving right after breakfast, right? We don’t need to speak anymore.”
“We do. I-I’m sorry, Nicky. I’ve been a raging jerk to you, and it’s not even your fault.” He takes a deep breath and all I want to do is give my baby brother the biggest hug. “Dad was just so excited to meet you and have a son. All he talks about is Nicky, his new son, and I just felt so shitty because, well, like I know he’s supportive of me being a demi boy or whatever, I don’t give a shit about that label. It just felt like he feels he finally has a proper son. I feel like a boy 90% of the time it’s just that of 10% I feel like I’m every gender and no gender. I don’t know, I guess I just got really insecure, and I took it out on you.” He blows out another breath.
“I really am sorry. I know what it’s like to not feel like you fit in around people, and I treated you the same way jerks at school used to treat me. I really am sorry. Please don’t leave.”
“Wow, Reed, I don’t know where to start,” Nicky says, running a hand through his hair. “Can I hug you?”
Reed gives a small nod, and Nicky strides over to him, pulling him into a bear hug. My eyes are so fucking watery. It warms my heart seeing them there like this. Reed doesn’t always understand it’s okay to have more people in your corner. It looks like he sure as shit is about to have Nicky.
“The first thing Kenny told me when he started talking about his family was that you use he/they pronouns, and Booker was gay. He then told me it was a deal breaker if I wasn’t okay with that.” Nicky says, pulling back from the hug. “He loves you fiercely. I wouldn’t be here if he thought I wasn’t okay with you. Son or not, you and Booker mean the world to him.”
“So do you,” Reed says, nervously picking at his fingers. “After you left, he started crying. The only time I’ve seen that before was at Grandpop’s funeral. He didn’t even cry during the season five finale of Grey’s Anatomy.” Nicky looks at me, and I just shrug. It was a great fucking show. “Even though it was my fault you were leaving, he gave me a kiss, told me he loved me, and then went to bed. That’s when it sank in. How shitty I was being. To you, Dad, Booker.”
“Me?” I ask, startled.
Reed looks at me like I’m an idiot. “Did you think your obsession with Nicky was subtle? Everyone knows you’re gone for him.”
He’s got me there.
“You’ll be okay with Booker and me being…Booker and me if I was to stay?” Nicky asks.
“Yeah. I mean, it’s weird that my brothers are together but also not. You guys seem to fit.”
“So, no more shitty comments or shady looks?”
“I can’t promise that completely. We are brothers, and we’re gonna argue. But I won’t try to make you feel awful anymore.” Reed says with a hopeful look.
“That’s fair.” Nicky smiles at him before turning to me. “Looks like I might need those listings a little closer than Tumbleton.”
My heart shoots up into my throat. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“I’m saying I’m here to stay, dimples,” I scramble out of bed so fucking fast and launch myself at Nicky. Thank fuck he catches me. I wrap my legs around him and attack his mouth.
“So glad I get to witness this,” Reed deadpans, making us pull apart.
“Sorry, kid, you’ll get used to it.”
He rolls his eyes, amused.“Yeah yeah. I’m gonna head home. See you both at breakfast?”
“Yes, to breakfast, no to home. It’s 2 am. Crash in Nicky’s room. For tonight.” I look at Nicky. “Shit, is that okay with you?”
“Yeah, the bed has fresh sheets, so you’re good to go.”
I un-koala myself from Nicky and pull Reed into a hug. “Proud of you, kid.”
“Love you,” he says in a muffled voice. We break apart and he heads to the room next door with a wave.
“I’m so fucking glad you’re staying, Nipples,” I whisper when the lights are out and we are back, snuggled up in bed.
“Me too, Dimples.”
I feel him kiss my temple, and I can’t help the sigh that escapes me.
Nicky is staying.
Nicky still wants to be with me.
Nicky is mine.