Chapter Eleven
Toby
Nico tasted like lemon and sugar and aniseed, and there was a softness to his lips that surprised me.
I hadn’t been sure about kissing him. Maybe I’d read everything wrong and this was the worst idea of my whole fucking life.
But then his hand grasped the side of my face and he deepened the kiss, his other hand holding my waist like he couldn’t let me go. His tongue brushed the seam of my lips and I opened them willingly, groaning as he claimed me.
I didn’t know what I wanted from this. All I knew was that Nico was so hot that every time he touched me it felt like I was burning and that he seemed more interested in who I was as a person than anyone I’d ever even considered going on a date with.
He’d arranged a private lunch for us, for God’s sake! If that didn’t mean anything, then I’d eat my dance shoes.
My fingers tightened on the front of his tank top, my tongue sliding against his as I kissed him over and over, barely coming up for air.
There was frantic urgency building in my chest, like I couldn’t stop kissing him because who knew what would happen then?
My fears and desires and my sheer fucking loneliness were all churning together, and I had no idea which emotion was in control.
Nico pulled back slightly and I chased his mouth, gasping desperately at the thought of him ending this. “Please, Nico, don’t stop.”
“Not gonna stop,” he said, tilting his head to trail kisses down my neck, one hand brushing my hair over my shoulder. The touch of his lips sent shivers across my skin, and it felt like I was about to melt into a puddle of goo on the floor. “Tell me what you want.”
“Touch me,” I said as my hand ran down his stomach and slid under his tank top.
His skin was hot to the touch, and his body was somehow firmer than I’d expected.
I didn’t know why that surprised me given how fit he was.
It made me want to run my tongue across his muscles and explore every inch of him with my mouth.
“Where?”
“Everywhere.”
“Here?” he asked as he kissed under my ear.
“Yes!”
“What about here?” His fingers trailed lightly down the front of my chest, pausing to flick his thumb over my nipples one at a time, sending bolts of pleasure down my spine.
“Yes!”
“How about here?” His hand dipped lower and I pulled mine to the side under his tank top to give him more access to my body, gripping his hip as his fingers teased the waistband of my joggers. They were soft and slim fitting, and I knew they’d show off exactly how hard I already was.
But it had been so long since anyone else had touched me that my body felt like it was going haywire. It didn’t help that it was Nico, and I’d thought he was the sexiest man on television for years.
Which was a secret I was tempted to take to my grave because it just sounded embarrassing. Nico would probably love it, though. I could already imagine the way he’d tease me, all whispered words in my ear while I melted.
“Do you like that?” Nico asked as I groaned, turning my head so I could find his mouth again. Because if I didn’t keep kissing him, I was going to perish horribly. And I couldn’t let that happen. Not when we’d just started this.
“Yes!” I breathed the word into his mouth with a groan, my kisses turning frantic.
“Do you want more?”
“God, yes.”
I felt him smirk as he teasingly ran his fingers across the front of my crotch, caressing the outline of my dick. “Like this?”
“Mmm, yes. F-Fuck, that feels good.”
“Has it been a while?”
“Yes,” I said. “Mostly because it’s such a hassle finding people to hook up with. And I’m sick of making people sign NDAs.”
Nico paused, his hand withdrawing slightly. “Will I need to sign one?”
“No. I trust you.” Was that the most sensible answer? Probably not. But Nico knew the stakes of doing this with me, and if what we were doing came out, there’d probably be consequences for him as well.
I wasn’t thinking about that now, though. My focus was solely on getting his hand back on my dick. And working out how I could get my hand on his. Or mouth.
I wasn’t fussy.
As long as it involved me and Nico’s dick, I didn’t mind where it went.
“Okay,” Nico said and I groaned as his hand rubbed over my cock, making it jump in my boxers. I really was embarrassingly touch starved.
“C-Can I touch you?” I asked, my fingers itching with desperation. I was still holding on to his hip, and his skin felt like it was burning. “Please, Nico. Let me touch you.”
“Yeah, sweetheart. Want you to touch me too.” He kissed me again and fuck, there were a lot of things I’d do for those kisses.
“Should we… should we close the curtains?” I asked as I suddenly caught sight of the uncovered windows out of the corner of my eye. We were on the third floor, but it might be better to be safe than sorry.
Also because nothing was worse than the absolute rinsing I’d get from Malcolm if somebody saw us and put pictures online.
I highly doubted someone would unless they were going to scale the side of the building Spiderman style or with some of those comically large sucker things you saw in cartoons, but you could never be sure.
“Yeah, probably,” Nico said, giving me a final kiss before he walked away to pull the curtains across the window. I used that time to run across to the studio door and lock it from the inside, ensuring we wouldn’t be disturbed.
Nico pulled his phone out of his pocket and threw on some music, which would cover any suspicious sounds coming from the studio. Luckily, he’d picked something sexy, with a deep, slow, pulsing beat and soft vocals. The sort of music that made me want to have sex.
This man was going to utterly destroy me, and he didn’t even realise it.
We collided again in the middle of the floor, kissing frantically as my hands grabbed his top. We staggered slightly, our feet carrying us towards the mirrors. Not that I was really fussed about the where, but hooking up in front of the mirror was always going to be sexy.
“I want you,” I murmured, my mouth barely leaving his as I spoke. “I don’t care what we do, but fuck, Nico, I need it to involve me and your dick.”
“Touch me then. Show me what you want.”
My hands pushed his tank top up, exposing his torso, and I tipped my head down so I could kiss and lick as much skin as I could reach. It was a bit awkward, but I didn’t really care.
I dropped to my knees in front of him, not caring that the floor was cold and hard. My mouth trailed down his stomach and across the front of his joggers, teasing the hard length of his cock through the material. Nico groaned, his hand flying to the top of my head and sinking into my hair.
“T-Toby,” he said, the tiniest whimper sliding from his lips. That was a sound I’d never be able to forget. And I wanted to hear it again.
“Let me suck you?” I asked as I tilted my head to look up at him.
“Yeah, but… don’t make me come. Wanna do that with you.”
“Okay. Let me know when you’re close.”
As much as it would’ve been super hot to swallow his load, I was very happy with the idea of us jerking off together. Especially if it meant I could watch his face in the mirror.
I tugged the front of his joggers down around his thighs, taking his underwear with them, and groaning as his hard cock bounced in front of my face. It had a slight curve in the shaft, and the silken mushroom head had a bead of precum dripping from the slit.
Nico moaned as I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, my tongue flicking out to lick up his precum. It had been a while since I’d sucked cock, but I assumed it was a little like riding a bike. And if it turned out I needed more practice, then hopefully Nico would be a very willing test subject.
I groaned as I wrapped my lips around him, taking him slowly into my mouth. Because the last thing I wanted was to gag and spit him out. That would be very unsexy.
His cock felt perfect on my tongue as the musky scent and taste of him flooded my senses.
I’d never really thought of myself as someone who was attracted to sweaty men after their workout, but if it was Nico…
I could definitely get used to it. It was hotter than I’d ever imagined, especially knowing I was the one who’d made him like this.
That it came from dancing with me.
“Fuck, baby,” Nico gasped as I began to work his cock, using my hand and mouth in perfect tandem. Spit dripped down his shaft, slicking my grip and filling the room with filthy, wet sucking sounds.
This couldn’t be the only time we did this. I wouldn’t be able to cope if it was. Because there was something about how Nico was falling apart in my hand that turned me on in a way nothing else ever had.
“S-Stop,” Nico said, tightening his hand in my hair and tugging gently. “Toby, stop. I’m too close.”
“Already?” I asked as his cock slipped from my mouth and he chuckled breathlessly as he looked down at me with flushed cheeks.
“It’s been a while, okay? Don’t be a dick about it.”
I smirked. “I’m not.”
“Don’t be smug either.”
“No promises.” I kissed the head of his cock again, pleased when he groaned and cursed.
“Come here,” he said, holding out his other hand to help me up. My feet tingled as I stood and I wobbled slightly, putting my hands out to stabilise myself on his shoulders. “You okay?”
“Yeah. My feet have gone numb. Sorry.”
“I’ve got you,” he said as his mouth found mine. He reached down and shoved my joggers and pants down as far as he could before wrapping his hand around my aching cock. I groaned, my own hand grasping his shaft.
We panted and gasped, our breath and moans mingling as we jerked each other off. Nico’s grip on my cock was hot and tight, his pace fast but not quite enough. I needed more.
“F-Faster, please,” I said, trying to focus on something like a steady rhythm with my own hand.
“Yeah? Like this?”
“Yes… oh fuck, yes! Don’t stop.”
“Tighten your grip for me, sweetheart? Please.”
I was happy to oblige, tightening my hand on his shaft. Nico gasped, so it must have been what he was looking for.
“Nico, I’m close,” I said, gasping the words against his lips as I kissed him.
“Me too.”
“Fuck, I wanna feel that,” I said with a groan. “Come for me, Nico. Please, baby. Come all over me.”
Nico moaned as his body tensed, his cock pulsing in my hand as he came, ropes of hot cum spilling across my skin. Watching him fall apart was all it took to send me over the edge, and I kissed him hard to muffle my cries as I painted his skin with my release.
We stood there for a long time, breathing into each other’s mouth and kissing slowly, our hands still on each other’s softening dicks as we came down from the high of our orgasms. It hadn’t really hit me what we’d just done, and I was happy to live in denial about the ramifications for as long as possible.
It was Nico who broke away first, his face still flushed. I could see the realisation starting to hit him, so I smiled and said, “I have some tissues and hand sanitiser in my bag if you want them.”
“Yeah, I think that would be good.”
“Then… do you want to practice again?” I didn’t really feel like doing any more work, mostly because my legs felt like jelly. But I didn’t want Nico to freak out and start cursing my name. If I had to distract him by pretending nothing had happened, I could do that.
It would get us through the rest of the day at least.
Nico gave me a long look and nodded. “Yeah… Yeah, we should do that. The tango steps need practice.”
“Sounds good.”
I resisted the urge to give him another kiss before I stepped away.
I didn’t regret what had happened, and I hoped Nico didn’t either.
But only time would tell if we’d just torpedoed our relationship. Or taken the first step into something we both wanted.