Chapter 14 Aaron #2
The kiss starts gentle with a soft pressing of lips, a tease of tongue.
Nick’s fingers pull my shirt from my waistband and find their way under the cloth to rest lightly on my back.
I run mine through his hair, tilting his head back so I have more leverage.
As far as passionate kisses go, I’m sure Nick has had hotter ones, but I’m not trying to outdo everyone he’s ever been with.
I only care about the here and now, who we are together, who we’ll be going forward, and I try to put all that into the kiss.
And then I feel it. Nick’s body relaxes against mine.
The tension that thrums through his muscles eases, and he becomes pliant in my arms.
His mouth opens wider, the pressure of his lips gets more insistent, his tongue tangles with mine, and his hands rise to my shoulders to press me closer.
It’s like he wants to erase all the space between us.
When he whimpers then gasps, I’m done for.
I break the kiss, panting hard, because I need to pause and catch my breath.
This time, when I pull back enough to see Nick’s expression, it’s full of wonder.
“All right,” he says as if he’s speaking the words for the first time. “Yeah. I want that, too.”
Fear flashes through his expression, too quick for me to be fully certain except that I know what it is. And I also know that this may be the first time someone’s wanted to make love rather than fuck.
“Let’s go,” I whisper, and Nick shivers beneath my hands.
“Yeah.”
His word ghosts across my lips, but before I can lean in for another taste of him, he slips his hands from beneath my shirt and takes hold of my hand.
“Downstairs,” he says and leads me out of the kitchen.
I follow willingly, more excited than I’ve ever been at the prospect of getting naked with a man.
Once we’re inside Nick’s bedroom, we pause to kiss again and remove clothing that’s becoming more cumbersome and unnecessary by the minute. Shirts get untucked and unbuttoned, falling to the floor at our feet while we explore each other with our hands and mouths.
Nick puts his hand on the waistband of my jeans, breaking the kiss only long enough to ask, “Can I?”
“Yes,” I breathe out. “And for you?”
“Absolutely.”
Jeans get pushed down to the floor, and we grin like fools against each other’s mouths as we try to remove them without breaking contact. As soon as I’m completely free, Nick drops to his knees.
I groan as he mouths me through my briefs, nuzzling at my balls until I can’t stand it and pull the elastic waistband lower so he can free my cock. Then I’m enveloped by the wet heat of his mouth, and I’m in heaven. I can’t recall anything feeling this good before.
I put my hands on Nick’s head, not to control him, but to steady myself, and also because I need to touch him.
His hair curls around my fingers, soft and silky.
I let them rest there, but Nick has other ideas and begins bobbing his head, taking me deeper then pushing back into my hands, and I understand what he wants.
My thrusts into his mouth get more forceful as I hold him in place, using his mouth as I want.
Tipping his head back gives me a better angle, and I thrust deep enough to make Nick’s eyes water.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask.
“Unh uh.”
His voice vibrates around my cock, and I draw in a sharp breath, groaning as I fight the urge to feel his throat around my glans.
Nick’s hands are on my ass, though, pulling me deeper.
His brilliant blue eyes stare up at me, urging me to let go, so I do.
I thrust hard and deep, hitting the back of his throat every time I surge forward.
He's taken almost all of me into his mouth, and one hand strokes the remaining bit while his other massages my balls. Tears leak from the corners of his eyes and spit from his mouth, but I can tell how much he’s loving this from the fire in his expression as his tongue strokes and caresses my length.
And then he swallows around me.
With a shout, I pull out, grab the base of my cock and squeeze until I know I’m not going to come. I hoist Nick to his feet and kiss him, reveling in the bitter taste of my precum in his mouth.
While we kiss, Nick works my briefs over my ass and down my legs until they shimmy to the ground, and I step out of them.
I do the same for him, and we both groan when our cocks finally touch.
As much as I would love to keep doing this forever, I want him on the bed so I can explore his body more fully.
It takes a surprising amount of time to accomplish the short move from the doorway to the bed because we can’t stop kissing. Eventually we’re stretched out alongside each other, face to face, and I am finally able to touch him the way I want to, finally able to experience his hands on my body.
Still kissing, our hands roam and tease, caress and stroke. I tangle our legs together, and Nick rocks his hips together so our cocks can touch. We both moan.
“Do you want?” I ask with a gentle thrust forward, just enough for my cock to rub alongside his.
“I want,” he says.
“I’m probably going to be tight. It’s been a while.”
Nick closes his eyes and takes a few deep breaths. “I’ll try to go slow,” he says.
And then we are moving. Nick reaches into a drawer and pulls out condoms and lube, I scoot up on the bed a bit.
He grabs a pillow and puts it under my hips, then settles himself between my bent knees, leaning forward to kiss my mouth before trailing touches and kisses down my throat, across my chest and abs.
Gentle nips outline my hips, and then Nick’s mouth is back on my cock, sucking gently as he opens the bottle of lube and gets some on his fingers. I tense at their first, cool touch, but Nick tells me it’s okay, he’ll take care of me.
“Tell me if it’s too much, and I’ll stop,” he says as his fingers stroke the sensitive skin around my hole.
“It’s good,” I say. “Very good.” My voice is nearly a purr as I push against his touch. When he finally breaches me, I gasp then moan. “More.”
Slowly, so slowly I’m nearly crying, Nick presses inside me.
One finger, then two, his thumb still stroking my taint, mouth caressing the length of my cock.
When he adds a third finger, the tip of his tongue dives into my slit, and I cry out.
It’s time. I want him inside me. I want to feel us move together.
I want to know how much pleasure we can give each other.
And then, I want to fall asleep with Nick, wake up, and do it all again.
“I’m ready,” I say.
“Okay.”
Nick withdraws his fingers and wipes them on his thigh, then opens the condom. He hesitates.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“Yeah.” He blows out a breath. “Yeah. I’m good. Just…you know…”
Ah.
I roll up to my knees. “Everything we’ve done has been amazing,” I say as I take his cock in hand. “You’re amazing.” I give him a good long downward stroke then pull back up and twist my fingers around his glans. “You won’t disappoint me no matter what we do.”
Bending down, I take his cock in my mouth, loving the burst of salt and bitter on my tongue. He’s so hard the veins press against my tongue, and I caress each one.
“Oh, God, Aaron, stop.”
I pull off, look up at Nick, and take the condom from his hand. Back on my knees, I unroll it down his length, then lie down and open up my arms. “I’m all yours,” I say. “Come take me.”
Nick smiles. He grabs the lube and puts some on the condom, then around my entrance. And then finally—finally!—he presses the blunt head of his cock to my hole.
Breathing out, I smile at him as the knot of muscle and nerves gives way. The stretch is intense, but it feels incredible. Once he’s fully seated, he bends down and kisses me.
“You feel amazing,” he says.
“Right back at ya,” I say and rock my hips in a way that makes him groan.
Our soft and rhythmic thrusts slowly build in power and intensity.
The incredible slide of Nick’s cock makes me cry out over and over again, urging him on until I can’t take it any longer.
I take hold of myself, timing the movement of my hand with Nick’s thrusts.
He looks down, his eyes blazing, and tells me to keep going.
“Fuck, Aaron,” he gasps.
“Yeah. Come on. With me.”
As soon as I say that, my body tightens, all my senses focused on where Nick and I are joined, to my cock which pulses.
One more stroke, and I am flying, the orgasm turning my vision white.
I peak a second time, a burst of cum spilling over my hand, when Nick comes, his body stilling, mouth open but no sound emerging.
He gazes at me, his eyes wild. And then he groans, gasps. I feel him fill the condom and sigh.
Every nerve in my body hums, and I welcome Nick into my arms as he lowers himself to my chest. I kiss his forehead. His arms wrap around me, and he turns his head so he can kiss my neck, my jaw, and finally my mouth.
We kiss for a long time, then get up and shower before falling back into bed again. Nick pulls the covers over us, snuggles into my arms, and sighs.
“I get it,” he whispers.
“Get what?” I ask, my voice equally as quiet.
Nick ducks his head, hiding his expression from me, but I reach down and lift his chin, so he looks at me.
“Get what?” I repeat.
“What Ty’s been talking about for the past year.”
His cheeks turn red, and I decide to let him off the hook. But, yeah, I get it, too.
In that moment of drowsiness before I fall asleep, I think about Zack.
There will always be a hole in my heart where my brother used to live, but I can’t help thinking he had something to do with Nick and I finding each other.
I kiss the top of Nick’s head again, lift his chin again so I can kiss his lips, and say a silent “thank you.”