Chapter Twenty-One #2
He was thrilled to have Nico back from the Caps’ road trip, but wished his eyes weren’t so heavy. “I’m fine. Pick something to watch. I’ll probably fall asleep halfway through it, so I don’t care what.”
“Okay, Grandpa.” Still in his jeans and tee, Nico picked up the remote.
With only a week left in the regular season, it was going to be close for the wild card spot, while the division win was definitely out of reach.
Jake had expected Nico to be much more on edge, but he was handling the stress remarkably well.
Jake tried to sound indignant and not smile. “Hey, they gave me a sedative for those tests.”
“Uh-huh. Sure.”
Laughing, Jake wished he’d taken an extra pillow so he could throw it at Nico now. “And don’t choose that crappy sci-fi show with thirty-year-old actors playing teenagers.”
“I thought you didn’t care?” Nico smirked. “Now I totally have to pick that. And I’m putting the remote over on the dresser.”
“If I could get up without a cane, you’d pay for that.”
“Oh yeah? What would you do?” Nico challenged with a smile.
“What would I do if you were a bad, bad boy?”
Adam’s apple bobbing, Nico swallowed. “Yeah.”
Jake’s heart skipped. “Hmm, where to start?”
Nico’s teasing smile transformed, and he licked his lips, a glint in his eyes as he took a deeper breath. “Tell me.”
The channel guide was up on the TV, SportsCenter playing in the top corner. “Turn it off.” To hell with the sedatives. Jake was wide awake now, and so was his neglected dick. They’d kissed and touched since the injury, but without heat. Jake had been in too much pain, but it was manageable now.
The TV went dark, and Nico went to flip off the pot lights, but Jake shook his head. Nico stood at the foot of the bed with his arms at his sides, fingers twitching. Waiting.
Heat sparked in Jake’s veins, and he worked to keep his tone even. “Take your clothes off.”
Yanking off his purple tee and dropping it to the floor, Nico unzipped his jeans and shed them along with his briefs, leaving everything in a pile on the carpet. Well, Jake couldn’t see beyond the end of the bed, but assumed they were in a pile.
As Nico straightened, Jake said, “No, no. Fold everything nicely.” Nico did, opening a drawer in the dresser and placing them inside even though the clothes would have to go in the hamper later.
Naked, he returned to the foot of the bed.
“Come over here.” Jake nodded to his left. “That’s good.” He raked his eyes down and back up Nico’s body slowly.
Fuck, he was gorgeous. The tufts of hair on his chest, red nipples matching his moist lips. More hair dusting his arms and legs, and a trail leading down from his belly to the thatch around his cock, which was getting hard with each passing moment. “What do you think I should do to you?”
Taking a shaky breath, Nico said, “Spank me.”
“Would that teach you a lesson?” Jake’s cock swelled in his boxers.
Nico nodded vigorously.
“Maybe I can give you a couple swats now. Would you like that?”
“Yes,” he breathed.
“Come here.” Jake reached out his left hand, rubbing it over Nico’s hip as he complied, then up over his chest and neck. He could just reach Nico’s chin, and he pulled him down for a soft, wet kiss. Brushing his thumb over Nico’s bottom lip, he whispered, “Do you want to let go?”
Another nod, Nico’s eyes bright, his pupils wide.
“Turn around. Brace yourself on your knees.”
Jake smoothed his hand over Nico’s ass, savoring the faint tremble he felt. Gripping Nico’s hip with his left hand, he smacked his other palm down. Nico gasped so prettily, barely moving.
Jake hit him again, and again, each gasp louder than the others. He could see Nico’s mouth open, his eyes closed. The sparse hair on his ass emphasized the reddening skin. Jake caressed the heated flesh, soothing before giving him one last crack that garnered a yelp and breathy moan.
Releasing Nico’s hip, Jake tugged his arm. “On me.”
Nico turned, frowning. “But your knee. I don’t…”
“You’ll do as you’re told. I’m in charge. Now come here.” He urged Nico to straddle him at the waist, well clear of the brace, his ass heavy on Jake’s dick. Jake inhaled through a throb in his knee as they settled. He’d pop an extra pill. This was worth it.
With Nico sitting on him, Nico’s flushed and straining cock was tantalizingly close. But Jake didn’t touch it. No, he had a better idea. “You used to jerk off and think of me?”
A nod and hard swallow. Nico kept his hands on his thighs, his fingers digging in, nails white.
“Show me.”
Nico’s eyes widened for a moment, and his chest rose and fell faster.
Lifting his right hand, he slowly licked it from palm to fingertips, then spit a few times.
He spit onto his cock as well, some of it missing and landing on Jake’s stomach.
Then Nico took his shaft in hand, stroking with a little twist of his wrist.
He groaned, his eyes fluttering, free hand still clutching his own thigh.
The slaps as he worked himself mingled with their heavy breathing, the only sounds in the room.
His ass pushed back against Jake’s hard cock, and Jake barely resisted the urge to buck.
Maybe soon Nico could ride him, but this would be enough strain on his leg for tonight.
“I can’t wait to fuck you again,” Jake muttered. “Spank your ass so red. Tie you up in all sorts of ways. You want that?”
Nico groaned. “Yes, yes.”
“I’m going to take you so hard. Make you scream.”
“Yes. Please. Oh, fuck.” He jerked himself faster, the motion vibrating through Jake, the sweet endorphins of desire enough to blot out any discomfort.
Jake kept talking. “I’m going to spread you open. Fuck you with my tongue first. Push your knees up to your shoulders and shove my cock in. Going to tie your ankles to your wrists. Make you beg.”
“Please!” Biting his lip, Nico moaned, flushed and sweaty.
“Give me your other hand.”
Nico whipped it up, almost smacking Jake in the chin. Jake sucked his index finger, wrapping his tongue around it and getting it as slick as he could while Nico gasped, his rhythm stuttering, their eyes locked together.
Jake released him. “Fuck yourself.” Panting, Nico reached back, crying out as he pushed his finger inside. Jake said, “Think about how much bigger my cock will be. Think about what it feels like raw. Nothing between us. I’ve only ever done that with you. Only you.”
“Oh God.” Finger still in his ass, Nico jerked his dick again, the head dark red now, curving up so deliciously.
“Want me to come inside you? You’re such a good boy. Should I give you my cum?”
Nico tipped his head back, mouth open as he shuddered with his orgasm, painting Jake’s skin in thick pulses. Leaning forward, he pressed his palms to Jake’s chest. “Fuck,” he whispered, breathing hard.
Part of Jake wanted to just watch Nico come down from the high, but he ordered, “Get off. On your knees beside me.” He patted the mattress.
Looking torn between scrambling to comply and being gentle, Nico lifted his leg and scooted back until he knelt by Jake’s hip. Jake’s dick was already glistening with pre-cum. “Suck me.”
Nico did, and it was glorious. Watching his lips stretch, his mouth fill as he took Jake deep, watching him swallow as much as he could when Jake came until it dribbled out.
Jake tangled his fingers in Nico’s sweaty hair and eased him down for a long, deep kiss, loving the taste of himself on Nico’s tongue.
Nico flopped onto his side, licking Jake’s sticky chest before resting his cheek there. “Thank you.”
“Thank you. I needed that. We both did.”
“How bad does it hurt?”
“It’s fine.”
Nico raised his head, eyes narrowed.
Jake laughed, wincing as he shifted and tested his leg. “Okay, it hurts. Physio kicked my ass today, and after that… I think you’ll have to help me get out of bed.” He brushed back Nico’s curls. “It was worth it.”
“Good thing bed’s exactly where I want you.” Nico winked and pressed a kiss to Jake’s nipple before resting his cheek again.
When the pressure on Jake’s bladder became too much, he sighed. “I don’t want to move, but it’s time to get Grandpa out of bed so he can piss and have an early night.”
Nico nodded seriously. “I’ll get a glass for your dentures. Did you have enough fiber today?” He crawled off the mattress. “Oh, how is the bench in the shower stall? The guy came while I was gone?”
“The bench and everything is great. It’s heaven being able to shower myself. You didn’t have to go to the trouble.”
Nico screwed up his face. “It wasn’t trouble.
You live here now. If it’s something you need, we’ll get it.
” He hesitated, watching Jake carefully.
“Now that I think about it, I guess we never discussed it officially. I just think it makes sense. For you to move in for good.” He shrugged nervously, looking at his feet. “If it’s too fast…”
“No.”
Nico frowned. “Can you be more specific?”
A laugh shook Jake. “Sorry. I mean, no, it’s not too fast. It’s perfect.
Once the season’s over, we could go down to California.
I have a great house near the water. I don’t think we want to experience an Ottawa winter, so we could live there until spring training.
” That he wouldn’t be on the field sent a powerful pang of regret through him, but he shook it off.
A smile bloomed over Nico’s face, his dimples out in full force. “Winter in San Francisco would be awesome.”
“So it’s settled.”
“I guess it is.” Nico laughed. “Should we talk about it more or something?”
“Nah. I think we’re good, right? Just don’t leave dishes in the sink. I hate that.”
“Cool. I guess we’ll figure out pretty fast what drives us nuts about each other. Just tell me, and I’ll tell you. Like you always said, we’ll take it pitch by pitch.”
“Deal.” Jake extended his hand.
Smiling, Nico shook it firmly, then looped his arm under Jake’s shoulders. “Ready?”
Even with the damn cane in one hand, Jake had to lean on Nico all the way to the bathroom. As he pissed, Nico stood by him, a steady hand on his shoulder. The thought of months of limping and rehab to come were depressing as hell.
“Sure you’re up for living with an old man?” Jake asked.
Nico’s grip was unwavering. “Shut up.”
Jake’s life had been smashed right out of the park again, but with Nico, it was a grand slam.