53. Nick
FIFTY-THREE
NICK
I feel him tense against me. My hand stops, and he opens his eyes.
I’ve always been fascinated by Blue’s eyes.
When we were younger, he was an open book.
Every emotion passed across his face before he could stop himself.
Everything he felt was written plainly in that forest-green gaze.
Excitement. Annoyance. Happiness. Hurt. Love.
I never had to guess what he was thinking because it was right there.
But then I threw it all away.
And somewhere along the way, he learned how to hide things.
Except now. Now I see everything. Right now his eyes are open and soft and needy. He pushes his cock into my hand, every inch hard and heavy in my spit-slick palm.
He pulls my lips back to his and moans into my mouth. I run my lips down the side of his neck, licking and nipping at the soft skin. Each moan and gasp that falls from his lips makes me harder.
“Don’t stop,” he grunts as he thrusts into my hand more insistently.
He bucks against me, groaning, panting.
He fumbles between us, and then my cock is in his hand.
Blue’s hips rock, fucking into my fist, and I slam my hips forward, pushing my dick into his grip, and the only sound in the room is our panting breaths, and the vicious slam of my heart in my ears.
Pleasure climbs inside me. I chase it, greedy and voracious.
It’s fast and frantic. There are no thoughts of savoring anything.
Blue’s grip on me tightens, and I push our cocks together. The contact jolts me and sends a tremor through my whole body. It’s a missing piece snapping into place.
My skin and nerves, blood vessels and cells are all on fire. A surge of heat shudders violently through me. A hot mouth is pressed against mine, open and wet and desperate.
I come so hard my arms give out, and I collapse on top of Blue while liquid fire spreads through my body.
Blue’s hips jerk as he lets out a shout. Thick jets of cum spurt between our bodies, and I savor the feel of his cock throbbing against mine, and all I can think is finally.
We’re both silent for a long time. Just him and me, skin to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat, sharing the same air.
“Fuck,” Blue says softly, breaking the silence.
“Is that a good fuck or a bad fuck?” I murmur, my lips moving against his shoulder. Goosebumps race over his skin, and his dick gives a weak throb between us.
“It’s a what-the-fuck-are-we-doing fuck,” he says.
I can’t disagree there.
Can’t seem to really care either right now.
It’s a bad idea. Then again, all of this has been a bad idea. You could ask me why I asked Blue to stay. I don’t have a good reason. I just couldn’t let him leave.
“You wanted to pretend,” he says. “I’m game.”
He swallows and his fingertips drift over my bare back.
“From now until Monday morning, you’re mine,” he says.
“The past doesn’t exist. The future doesn’t exist. We don’t think about what a bad idea this is.
We don’t think at all. We pretend. And we’re honest with each other.
Whatever you say, you mean it. And the same goes for me.
” He slides his hand up my back and tugs at a strand of hair in the back of my head. “Do you agree?”
I nod.