Chapter 23 Niko
Niko
Niko, naked on camera before the New Year’s party, sending a direct video to Oliver
Username: Dragonfly
I run my fingers along the underside of my cock, taking the video at the angle Oliver loves the most.
Between my legs, looking up.
It’s just a tease, and I’m not coming. Yet.
And I’m not wearing a mask as I film. Because this video is going straight to his direct messages, and to nobody else.
Dragonfly: This one’s just for you.
Dragonfly: I want to give you all of me.
The week between Christmas and New Year’s is quiet.
And quiet has never felt so good.
The college administration reopens again a few days after Oliver’s break-in plot, and all of us are nervous that day, waiting for potential repercussions.
But they don’t come.
Oliver is right that the college has no reason to check the security footage if they don’t know anything was ever missing. No other letters were taken, and we locked up and left the building like we’d never been there in the first place.
Oliver executed the plan perfectly… for me.
He did all of it solely because he wanted me to stay at Crimson, and I’ve been turning that fact over in my mind all week, and it’s still hard to believe.
I love him.
And even for me, it feels like a first time.
Everything I’ve been involved with in the past was… murky.
But with Oliver, it all feels fresh.
The New Year’s party happens a week after we get back onto campus, and before we head over to the event, I’m actually fucking nervous.
“You realize that is the fifth time you’ve checked the mirror in the last thirty seconds?” Oliver says from where he’s leaning on the wall in the entryway.
I step away from the full-length mirror in the hall and turn to him.
“Because every time I look at you I’m more tempted just to steal you away upstairs and fuck you all night, instead.”
“Christ, what did I just walk in on?” Noah asks as he comes down the hall. “And can I request more of it?”
“For fuck’s sake, Noah. You know that movie, Everything Everywhere All at Once? That’s you,” I protest.
“I just know where the fun is at all times,” he says with a smile.
Rayne, Hunter, and Weston come downstairs at the same time, and I realize that’s another thing that’s flipped itself upside down in my life, too.
When I see Weston and Hunter, I feel trust.
I have brothers that I actually trust. I don’t care if they’re half-brothers, and I don’t care that I only met them when we were all in college already.
They actually care about me.
Just another thing that makes my life feel fucking surreal right now.
Like I don’t deserve it.
Like I couldn’t possibly deserve any of this.
But for years, I listened to that voice in my head that told me I didn’t deserve to be around good people. I believed it. And all it got me was a steady stream of shitty situations, and all I ever did was get involved with people like Callum.
Who’s now going to be in jail for years.
So maybe, for once, I shouldn’t listen to my own doubts.
I should just charge ahead, even if I don’t know where I’m going.
Even if it’s scarier than being alone, sometimes.
“In your head again?” Ollie says close to my ear, pressing a little kiss to my neck.
“Pretty sure you’re a mind reader.”
“No. I just pay attention to you.”
The best part is the simplest.
When I’m with him, I don’t have the instinct to disappear, anymore.
The New Year’s party is nothing like the winter formal party.
It’s about half the size. The lighting is dim. It’s held in the Colossus dining hall, but all of the tables and chairs have been cleared out, making room on the big, wooden floor for people to dance.
It’s smaller than the ballroom at Student Hall.
Each stained glass window high up above the wooden beams in the room has a little glowing light in it, and each chandelier is lit in a low light, too. Strings of golden twinkle lights fall from the ceiling in little cascades.
If the winter formal was like a massive, expensive high school prom on steroids, the New Year’s party is more like…
Something out of a Victorian fantasy novel.
Like we’re in some sort of magical place.
Like you wouldn’t be surprised to see a tiny fairy flitting around up there somewhere near the tall ceiling, spreading pixie dust onto everyone below.
Oliver’s wearing a plum-colored suit and I’m in slate grey.
He looks fucking incredible, because he always does.
I slide a hand under his jacket and squeeze his hip, tucking my fingertips past his waistband a little.
“Grey’s a good color on you,” he tells me.
“And purple makes you look like royalty.”
I take him out onto the dance floor, grabbing one of his hands and putting my other hand on his waist.
“Dance with me. Before we go take pictures, or get drinks, or any of that. This is the first time I’m at a big party with you and I’m not drugged.”
“Hey, you’re right,” Oliver says. “First time for everything, I guess.”
The music playing sounds something like Frank Sinatra, some sort of old big band music that makes me feel like I’m in a movie.
“You want to know something?” I tell him. “I think I might have had a crush on you when I thought I hated you.”
He snorts. “Of course you did.”
I drop my jaw, pulling back and looking him dead in the eye. “Don’t act like it’s all obvious, like that.”
“It kind of was, though.”
“You trying to fight me right now, Ollie? I love you, but I’ll fight, if you want me to.”
His smile makes the skin near his eyes crinkle, and I hate how weak that makes me feel.
“I always thought that if you’d ever let me get close to you, we’d be great friends.”
“Think we’re a little more than friends now, Ollie. We’ve both railed each other hard every single night this week.”
“That’s what friends are for,” he says.
I swallow. “I want to try with you. For real.”
“Is this where you ask me if I’ll experiment with you?” he asks. “If you want to coat me in latex, or force me to wear lacy panties, or pour hot wax on my skin, I’m down, you just need to give me a heads up.”
“Not what I meant, but noted.”
My cock throbs a little at how eager he is, but it doesn’t surprise me anymore.
Oliver is the most sexually adventurous person I’ve ever been with, and we’ve barely touched the iceberg of what we can do together.
“What’s up, Niko?”
“This is about to be cheesy, and I hate myself for it.”
“God, I’m so ready.”
“Hush.”
“Love you.”
Something inside me fizzes when he says those words to me.
“This is me, formally asking you,” I tell him. “I want to be your boyfriend, Oliver Ashford. Your actual boyfriend. Will you have me?”
I expect him to laugh it off again. Maybe make fun of me, a little more.
But he takes it seriously, and it gives me a funny feeling inside again, like I’m a virgin again, finally making plans with my first crush.
“You want to be my boyfriend?” he asks in a soft tone.
“I really do. I think you deserve better, but I don’t want to live a life without you in it, Oliver.”
“I would love to be your boyfriend,” he tells me.
And I can see a glimmer of something behind his eyes.
It’s the first time anyone’s asked him that, for real.
And I fucking won the lottery getting to be that person for him.
He leans in and crushes his lips to mine, hard and possessive. And unlike at the winter formal, the only thing that makes me feel intoxicated is him.
“I’ll stop posting videos on the Camboy site,” I tell him, gripping him close. “You belong to me, and I belong to you.”
“I mean, if you want to stop posting, you can. But I can guarantee you that it’ll only continue to turn me the fuck on if you do keep going with it. You can express yourself however you want, boyfriend.”
“How do you exist?” I ask him. “You’re too perfect. What’s the catch?”
“The catch is that I’m massively demanding in bed, sometimes still nervous socially, and… I’m needy.”
I kiss him again.
And then a second time.
“Be needy. Be even needier. I want to give you everything you fucking need.”
“Alright, alright, break it up, lovebirds,” Hunter says as he comes up beside us, grinning as he claps me on the back.
“Give me a fuckin’ break,” Oliver tells Hunter. “I watched you and Rayne suck face earlier in the semester, so I’m allowed to do it at a party.”
Rayne’s not far behind Hunter, and he comes up, dancing a little with a bubbly red drink in his hand.
“Hey, freshman,” Rayne tells Ollie. “Seems like you’re having a good night.”
“Kind of the best night of my life.”
“Holy shit. Wait,” I say, nodding over toward the far wall. “Did Sev actually come out tonight?”
I see one of the other Double Daggers guys helping Sev out onto the edge of the room, positioning his wheelchair.
“Let’s go say hi,” Oliver offers.
We head over and Sevan looks up at me and immediately rolls his eyes.
“Save it, Niko,” he tells me.
“Look at you,” I say anyway. “Incredible suit. You look good in baby blue.”
He looks like a badass with the tattoos that peek out of the bottom of the sleeves, and one that just inches out from the top of the few undone buttons of his shirt.
“I didn’t think I was going to bother coming, because I can’t dance for another month, at least. But I needed to get the hell out of my room.”
Weston appears at our side, balancing three different red drinks in his hands.
“Here. Take one,” Wes tells Sevan.
Sevan glares up at him. “Did you poison it, Wes?”
“No. I’m not a fucking asshole, even if you are,” Weston tells him.
Sevan takes the drink and nods. “Right. Forgot you’re the good cop. You’d never hurt me, even if you wish I’d get hurt.”
Wes just flips him off after he hands me one of the other drinks and Ollie the final one.
“These are fucking incredible. They’re serving cranberry-orange whatever-the-fuck spritzers, but I also have this, if you want to jazz it up.”
Weston slides out a little thin bottle of white rum from his jacket pocket.
“Good cop, breaking a rule? Give me some of that,” Sev demands.
Weston hands him the liquor then all of us pass it around, adding some to our drinks.
“You have a date tonight, Weston?” Sev asks him.
“Nope,” Wes says proudly. “And I’m not ashamed of it. Have fun, guys. I’m going to go dance my ass off, but come find me if you need more of this good-good.”
He shakes the liquor bottle at us before sliding it into his pocket again, then bounding away, already starting to dance as he heads into the crowd.
“Quit giving him a hard time, Sev,” I tell him. “He’s really not so bad.”
“Weston’s awesome,” Ollie agrees.
Sevan just watches him from afar, his eyes narrowed. “Really not my kind of person. But I’ll try to be nicer. For you guys.”
We hang out with Sev for at least another hour, and I’m glad that he can feel like he’s part of the party even if he can’t dance. Eventually a few other Daggers guys come around and start chatting with him about a few of their upcoming events, and I take Ollie back out onto the dance floor.
And then I change my mind.
I grab his hand, pulling him off toward the hall at the edge of the room that leads to some bathrooms and supply closets.
“Come here.”
“Where are we going?” he asks as I duck into the dark hall.
I shove him up against the wall right there, pushing my hips up against him.
“Well, I wanted to drag you into one of the rooms at the end,” I tell him, leaning in to nip a little bite on his chin. “But now I think I might be too impatient.”
I push the front of my body against his as I kiss him, slow and deep, wishing I could take my cock out and fuck him right here.
“I can feel you,” Ollie says, reaching down to drag his fingers along the outline of my cock through the front of my suit pants.
“That’s because I’m shoving my dick up against your leg like I’m desperate,” I tell him. “Not going to lie, I’m kind of into you, Ollie.”
He hums, squeezing my cock through the fabric. “I’m fucking obsessed with you.”
Molten desire spreads through my whole body as I hear him say it.
He’s the only person I’d ever want to be obsessed with me. His attention is real. His love is actually worth something. And for the first time ever, I don’t feel like I’m tied down when I imagine being committed to Oliver.
Being with him feels like being free.
And that’s a rush like nothing I’ve ever known.
“You know, all the bullshit that led me to coming here,” I say, “to being basically forced into coming here… it was all worth it.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Because I get to fuck with you like this.”
I yank the bottom of his shirt up from where it’s tucked into his pants and I push my hand underneath, touching his warm skin at the small of his back.
Little moments like that with him are real euphoria.
The only kind I’m interested in, now.
I pull out a small, smooth toy I had stashed in one of my suit pockets. It’s a plug only about a couple of inches long, but it’s perfect for right now. I bring it up, spit on it, and slick it around the top.
“Niko,” he breathes, and his eyes widen even in the low light.
“Going to keep you hard all night. And I want you to clench your ass around this every time, knowing you’re getting worked open for me.”
“Niko,” he repeats again, going a little breathless as I put my hand with the toy past his waistband.
I spread his cheeks a little and line the end of the toy up with his hole, then slowly, agonizingly slowly, I push it in.
The way he moans for me is almost unbearable.
I want to fuck him right now.
Here.
I need to bury myself in his tight ass more than I’ve needed anything all night.
But patience makes it all even better.
I push it in all the way until the flared base tucks in snug against his hole. I give it another little push for good measure, and I kiss his mouth again, biting his lower lip.
“You’ll enjoy how that feels as we dance.”
“You’re diabolical. And I love you so fucking much,” he utters.
“You are everything to me, Ollie. Now get out there and dance with me while you know you’re mine the whole night.”
For the rest of the night we have our little shared secret.
But the most important thing now is that our other secrets are gone.
He knows me.
I know him.
And there’s still so much we get to learn about each other. All the cheesy stuff I thought I hated before, like his favorite songs and colors and pizza topping preferences.
There was nothing Ollie ever could have told me that would have been too much. I loved that he was a virgin, and he loved that I was broken.
And there’s nothing secret about our relationship anymore.
Because nothing in my life has ever been more real than this.