Chapter Thirteen #2
“What?” Jake rubbed Nico’s ass rhythmically. “You can tell me. You can always tell me.” He wanted to know everything. Excavate Nico’s brain, discover his secrets. Hell, as much as he was dying to fuck him, Jake wanted to talk to him almost as much. Almost. “What do you want?”
Another lick of lips. “To let go.”
“To just feel and not think?”
Nico’s breath quickened. “Yes. You know what I mean?”
“I do.” He stroked Nico’s hip. “You’ll be with me. I won’t let you fall.”
“I know.” Trust shone from Nico’s eyes, a smile of relief and joy flickering across his beautiful face.
Jake wanted to crush him in his arms. He wasn’t supposed to feel so much. He wasn’t supposed to fall for this kid. But as he kissed him again, longer this time, deeper, their tongues and bodies meeting, Jake knew the dominoes had been tipped, and gravity was in control.
Nico was already hard, and Jake reached down to stroke him through the denim. “Did you put on underwear?”
Lips parted, he shook his head.
Fuck, it made Jake’s dick swell to see how eager Nico was. “You ready to play?”
“Yes,” he breathed, thrusting his hips into Jake’s steady touch, the denim straining. Jake stopped moving, and Nico frowned.
Jake said, “We need a safe word.”
“Oh.” Nico blinked. “Okay. Something random, right? Like, armadillo or whatever?”
Laughing, Jake kissed his nose. “Armadillo it is.”
“I’m not saying it has to be that!” Nico sputtered, laughing too.
“No, it’s good. I like it.” He squeezed Nico’s dick, their laughter fading. “Does that feel good?”
“Uh-huh.” Nico leaned into him, his breath hot on Jake’s neck. Tentatively, he nuzzled and sucked, their stubble rasping.
Jake bit back a moan. Part of him wanted to let Nico suck a hickey onto his skin, but it wasn’t professional to show up on the field with a love bite. Besides, it was time to take charge. He leaned back and lifted Nico’s chin with his finger, angling his head to see the desk.
The room was like countless others over the years—a king bed with cream duvet, pale carpet, and art displayed on the faintly striped wallpaper, abstract swirls of green and gold trees in this case.
The desk was like any other too, off to the side against the bathroom wall, sturdy dark wood with a lamp, room service menu, blank pad of hotel paper, and a branded pen.
But the chair was missing, tucked in a far corner.
A fluffy white towel rested on the desk’s polished surface, folded in half.
By the lamp stood a new bottle of lube and a foil-wrapped condom.
As Nico swallowed forcefully, his eyes flicking wide, Jake took the back of his neck, whispering, “Get naked. Now.”
Almost tripping out of his jeans, Nico ripped off his clothes. His cock stood, curving out from the thatch of dark hair, his balls hanging low. He waited, gaze flicking back between Jake and the desk, chest rising and falling rapidly.
Jake ran a fingertip down Nico’s hairy chest, taking in the firm, lean muscles with a sly smile. “You know what to do.”
Still dressed in jeans and a tank top, Jake’s bare toes curled into the plush carpet as he watched Nico approach the desk, two steps that were almost a run, and then slower.
With a glance back at Jake, Nico bent over the shiny wood, displaying his round, muscular ass in all its glory.
Jake couldn’t quite swallow his groan and ground the heel of his hand into his crotch through his jeans.
Nico pressed one cheek into the towel, his feet spread and hands splayed on the corners of the desk, gripping.
Mastering the compulsion to stride over, pull Nico’s cheeks apart, and slam inside, Jake slowly removed his own clothes, Nico craning his neck to watch.
Jake gave him a show, arching his back as he peeled off the white cotton tank, then undoing his jeans with slow, deliberate movements.
He hadn’t bothered with underwear either, and Nico’s breath caught as Jake kicked off his jeans.
Stroking his hardening shaft slowly, he prowled toward the desk. He’d always loved these moments, when his partner was positioned and waiting, trusting him, giving themselves over to him. And with Nico, Jake’s blood ran even hotter and thicker.
Nico’s young, wide eyes as he watched Jake over his shoulder, licking his parted lips, fired the primal urge to dominate and protect. It was a drum pounding in Jake, stronger with each beat of his heart.
Nico fidgeted as Jake stood behind him, a few inches between them.
Reaching out, Jake feathered a fingertip down Nico’s spine to the crack of his ass, then back up again.
Their thighs grazing, Jake’s cock nudging Nico, he slipped his other hand underneath to caress Nico’s nipple. Nico moaned, his back arching.
When Jake pinched hard, Nico’s gasp sent a pulse of hot need straight to Jake’s balls. He did the same with the other nipple, Nico trembling in anticipation as he lightly teased, making him wait for it. When the pinch came, Nico jerked, his mouth falling open and eyes closed.
Jake repeated the pattern on both sides again, rubbing slow circles on Nico’s ass with his cock. “Open yourself for me. Let me see you.”
Hands shaking, Nico reached back and spread his cheeks, displaying his hairy crack and dusky hole. Jake crouched, ignoring the protest from his knees. This view was sure as hell worth it.
His hands gentle on the back of Nico’s thighs, rubbing and making circles with his thumbs, Jake leaned in so he knew Nico could feel his breath fluttering against his hole. Just once, Jake licked it, then pressed a kiss to it before standing.
Without warning, he struck with his flat palm. The smack was as sharp in the air as Nico’s cry. Jake hit his ass again in the same place, the tan skin already pinking up.
“Remember—armadillo,” Jake said, his throat already going dry.
“Don’t stop,” Nico begged. “I love it.”
“Yeah?” Jake spanked his other cheek once, twice. “You love this? Want me to slap your ass until it’s red as a cherry?”
Nico moaned, “Please.”
Another strike, loud in the stillness of the anonymous room. “You won’t be able to sit on the bench tomorrow.” Smack! “And I’m not going to just spank your ass. I’m going to fuck you. Going to fuck you so hard you won’t sit down for a week.”
“Uh, uh, God. Yes.” The prettiest little noises flowed from Nico, and he humped the desk.
“You want that? Want to take my cock?”
Nico nodded desperately, wriggling his ass. Jake smacked him again on each side, the red skin warm now. His palm tingled, and he could imagine how the strikes must burn for Nico, how his ass must have been on fire.
But Nico trusted him not to go too far, which filled Jake’s chest with a sweet pressure. He had to bend over him for a kiss, tangling his fingers in Nico’s hair to yank up his head. With the awkward angle, it was all teeth and tongues, wet and messy.
Jake dug his teeth into Nico’s lower lip, pulling it until he whimpered, then straightened up and gave Nico’s upper thighs their smacks as well.
“Wish you could see how red your skin is. How pretty you look bent over for me. I’m going to fuck your tight hole.
Going to pull out and come all over your bruised ass when I’m ready. You want that?”
“Yes!” Hands scrabbling on the desk, Nico pushed back. “Do it!”
“I will. You have to be patient.”
Nico glared over his shoulder.
Jake grinned. “Just for that, I’m going to take even longer.” As Nico whined, Jake flicked open the bottle of lube and spread some on his fingers. He pressed two just behind Nico’s balls, holding for a few seconds.
Time to explore. Pressing harder and then softer, testing different pressure and movement, Jake massaged Nico’s perineum between his hole and his balls, looking for the sweet spot. Nico panted softly, the little sounds going straight to Jake’s dick.
Rubbing his fingers in small circles around Nico’s hole, Jake murmured, “Are you still hard?”
“Is that a trick fucking question?” Nico gasped as Jake massaged with more pressure. “Please. Need you inside me. Do it.”
With his forefinger teasing Nico’s hole, Jake used his thumb to press on the sensitive flesh below, still looking for just the right spot to externally massage the prostate. When Nico cried out, Jake pressed harder, asking, “How does that feel?”
“Fuck!” Nico shuddered. “Like I have to piss, but it’s so good. Oh, Jesus. Jake, please. Please fuck me now.”
“I will, baby. Going to fuck you so hard as soon as you’re ready.”
“I’m ready!” He shoved back with his ass. “I can take it.”
“Hmm.” Jake continued rubbing without penetrating him yet, loosening Nico’s hole and massaging his taint until he kicked back restlessly, his heel striking Jake’s calf.
“Shit.” Nico froze. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re forgiven.” Jake leaned over, whispering in his ear. “Just this once. I’m in charge, remember? No kicking.”
He nodded. “I’m sorry. But…” Nico bit his lower lip.
“What?” Jake circled his fingers around Nico’s rim.
“I’m ready. Please, please. Need it.”
He relented. “Put your toes together. Heels out.” Nico scrambled to comply. “That’s it.” Jake rubbed up and down the ridges of his spine. “This way it’s harder for you to clench. Hold on to the desk.”
Nodding frantically, Nico’s fingers went white as he gripped the wood.
“Not going slow this time. Not going easy on you.” Jake grabbed the condom and tore the package, rolling the latex on his painfully hard dick.
He squeezed the base, taking a long breath before flicking open the lube again and coating himself.
With one slick finger, he pushed into Nico’s ass now, shoving right past the ring of tight muscle as Nico cried out.
“That’s only my finger. Think about how my cock’s going to split you open. You still want it?” Nico was so tight it had to be painful even with the massage, and Jake eased out his finger, waiting to see if he balked.
Nico glared over his shoulder, eyes wild, and gritted out, “Don’t you fucking stop.”
Grinning, Jake spread Nico’s ass and thrust inside, making sure not to push with full force despite what he’d said about not going easy. They both cried out this time, Nico gasping, his body rigid.
“How does that feel?” Jake asked, shaking with the struggle to control himself. “Can you take it?”
“Just shut up and fuck me!”
Laughing, Jake didn’t give him any mercy now, pulling back and slamming in again, digging his fingers into Nico’s hips. He was so fucking tight and amazing. Jake braced his legs wider, pistoning his hips, their skin slapping together loudly.
Nico’s pants and cries increased as Jake angled deeper and tried to hit just the right spot. He knew the moment he found it when Nico actually screamed and threw his head back.
Jake slapped his hand over Nico’s wet mouth, going for his prostate again and again, pinning him down, fucking him relentlessly.
Nico spasmed, wracked by full-body quakes as Jake lifted Nico’s hips to jerk his cock with his free hand. It only took two strokes before Nico’s toes curled and his whole body tensed as he shot his load, spraying the towel. He moaned against Jake’s hand, going limp, his eyes shut.
Letting go of Nico’s mouth, Jake leaned his palms on the desk, circling his hips, rubbing Nico’s tender prostate, making him twitch and whimper.
“Jake… Fuck.”
“You’ve always called me that,” Jake whispered, his lips at Nico’s ear. “Everyone else but my mother calls me ‘Fitz.’ But never you.” Brandon didn’t either, but that was a distant memory now. All that mattered now was Nico.
Nico opened his eyes. “Should I?”
“No.” He rammed suddenly with his hips. “I like it.”
“You were always Jake to me. I don’t know why.”
Jake’s heart swelled, and he couldn’t explain it either. Suddenly he needed to come, needed to mark Nico. Rearing up, he pulled out and ripped off the condom. “Watch,” he ordered.
As he jerked off, Nico did as he was told, lifting his head and staring over his shoulder, gaze torn between Jake’s eyes and his cock.
The tingling in Jake’s balls transformed into an unstoppable flood, and he groaned, spraying his cum on Nico’s red cheeks in thick white stripes.
“Oh, baby. Fuck, look at you,” Jake muttered.
When he’d squeezed out every drop, he spread his seed over Nico’s hot flesh as Nico shivered. Then he dropped to his knees on the forgivingly thick carpet and dragged his tongue over that red ass, tasting his own cum, gathering it in his mouth.
On his feet again, he hauled up a boneless Nico, turning him and supporting his weight. Jake gave him a salty kiss, and Nico groaned, licking into his mouth hungrily even as he sagged in Jake’s arms.
Easing back, Jake kissed Nico’s cheeks and forehead, stroking his back gently. “Did you like that, baby?”
“Nnngh.” He nodded with a giddy laugh, heavy in Jake’s embrace, but clearly so much lighter.