Chapter Nineteen Locked and Loaded #2
Nathan knew exactly what he was doing. He sucked Freddie down with maddening control, dragging him closer to the edge with every upward pull, then grounding him again with every deep, swallowing descent.
He gripped Freddie’s hips, holding him there as if he owned him. As if letting go wasn’t an option.
It was dominance without cruelty. Command without a single word.
Possession without pressure. Nathan worshipped him with his mouth, lips, and tongue.
Reverent and ruthless all at once. And Freddie couldn’t stop trembling beneath it as Nathan devoured him as though he meant to unravel him, to take him apart piece by piece.
And Freddie, helpless and aching, wanted nothing more than to be undone.
And Nathan didn’t stop until Freddie was gasping, dangerously close to the edge, when he pulled off with a final flick of his tongue.
“Easy,” he said, voice like grit. “Don’t want you coming yet.”
Freddie whimpered at the loss, but he obeyed. “Then get up here.”
Nathan slid up Freddie’s body, dragging every inch of him along Freddie’s skin and when their mouths met, the kiss was deep and claiming.
Freddie wrapped his arms around Nathan’s shoulders, curling his legs around his waist, pressing their cocks together.
Slick, hard, desperate. The friction made him groan.
Nathan, too. And that sound tore through Freddie’s last resolve as he rocked up instinctively, grinding against Nathan with a rhythm that spoke of years of want crashing into now . Right now .
“You got stuff?” Nathan rasped into his ear, breath hot, face flushed with heat and want.
Freddie didn’t want to let go. Didn’t want to stop touching him for even a second. But he forced one arm to break away, fumbling with the bedside drawer. His lips never left Nathan’s. “In there,” he mumbled between kisses, then yanked him close again, greedy for more.
Nathan pulled back, and Freddie kept his legs locked around his waist, refusing to give up the closeness, even as Nathan leant over to rummage through the drawer. He came up with the lube and a condom, tossing the lube down beside them as he tore open the foil packet with his teeth.
Fuck. That was hot.
Freddie had done it himself. He’d watched others do it, too.
But Nathan doing it—bare-chested, skin flushed, muscles taut and flexing, condom wrapper clenched between his teeth—rocketed straight to the top of Freddie’s all-time hottest moments.
It wasn’t just the act. It was the confidence .
The feral hunger. The unapologetic need .
It was Nathan, unleashed. And Freddie was here for it.
Still, his mouth had a mind of its own.
“You know how to put that on right, big man?”
Nathan cut his gaze to him, narrowed and devastating. “Had quite a bit of practice since.”
Freddie propped himself up on one elbow, curling his fingers around the thick, hard length of Nathan’s cock. “And this thing fits, does it? ”
Nathan sucked in a breath, jerking his hips into Freddie’s touch. “You’re about to find out exactly where it fits.”
Before Freddie could reply, Nathan gripped him by the back of the neck and yanked him into a fierce kiss. Claiming. Messy. All teeth and tongue, but he kept his hand steady as he rolled the condom down to the base, never once breaking contact.
When Nathan pulled back and let him go, Freddie fell to the mattress, dazed and aching, and Nathan moved with intent, sliding down between his legs, hauling them up and back, folding Freddie open like a gift.
“Fuck, Fred…” Nathan groaned. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
Freddie’s heart thumped as he watched Nathan grab the lube, slicking up his fingers.
He kept Freddie’s thighs spread wide, firm and controlling, while he traced lingering circles around his entrance with his fingers.
But it was Nathan’s focus that undid him.
The sheer concentration in his eyes, the way he looked at Freddie as if this was everything he’d ever wanted.
As if getting inside him was a privilege he wouldn’t waste.
Freddie couldn’t believe it. This was cautious, measured Nathan? Nathan, who used to overthink everything? He was all hunger and skill now, eating up every sound Freddie made as if it fed him.
With a grunt, he pushed Freddie’s legs even higher, grabbing him behind the thighs and shoving them back to get his face in close. Freddie couldn’t even react before Nathan’s tongue was on him. Hot, relentless, circling his entrance with filthy gluttony.
“Jesus… fuck,” Freddie gasped, head falling back and gripping his own ankles to give Nathan the best access to his hole. “Fuck, yeah. God, yes — ”
Nathan licked him as if starving. And God, like he loved this. As if Freddie was something to devour .
He then slipped a slick finger inside, never breaking rhythm. He spent a second, stretching him, curling just right, and all the while, Nathan’s tongue kept working, licking him clean, worshipping every twitch and clench.
Freddie was gone. Ruined. Barely holding together beneath Nathan’s skill and the heat of his mouth. And all he could think, in the wild blur of sensation, was that he’d never imagined Nathan— his Nathan—could be this confident, this experienced, and this fucking good .
And God help him, he never wanted anyone else again.
Nathan looked up from between Freddie’s thighs, lips slick, fingers still buried deep inside him, spreading him open. Gaze molten. Hungry. Focused and filled with wicked intent. Then he stroked that spot, and Freddie let out a high, helpless sound that was dangerously close to a squeal.
“You alright?” Nathan asked, voice smug but laced with care.
“No.” Freddie clutched his ankles in hope they might keep him from flying apart. “Need you in me. Now.”
Nathan grinned, licking one final stripe across his hole, then stroked his fingers inside him. “All in good time, pretty boy. Trust me, I’m worth the wait.”
“Fuck, Nate ,” Freddie groaned, body trembling, “I’ll fucking come just from this.”
Nathan chuckled low in his throat, full of dark satisfaction, and finally withdrew his fingers.
Freddie whimpered at the loss, body still twitching and open and desperate.
Nathan rose to his knees, rough hands gripping Freddie’s thighs, pushed them farther back and apart until he’d folded him nearly in two.
Exposed. Offered. Completely his .
He then prodded the blunt head of his cock to Freddie’s entrance, and Freddie drew in a breath at the promise of everything Freddie had craved for years.
“Waited a long time to do this,” Nathan rasped, tight with restraint.
“Then get on with it, soldier.”
Nathan smirked. “Sir, yes, sir .”
He pushed in.
The stretch was brutal. Blissful . And Freddie’s breath punched from his lungs as he arched his back, every muscle locking with the sheer intensity of it.
Nathan was thick, and the pressure was dizzying, almost too much.
Almost . And Freddie blinked up at the ceiling, mouth open in a silent gasp, as inch by glorious inch, Nathan filled him.
He felt everything . The burn, the stretch, the ache .
And beneath it, a wild, shattering gratitude.
Because this wasn’t just sex. This was Nathan.
His Nathan. The boy he used to hand wrenches to and laugh at his terrible jokes.
Nathan, who was now pushing deep into his body as if he belonged there.
Freddie moaned, legs shaking as Nathan bottomed out, buried to the hilt.
There was a moment where neither of them moved, pulsing with the tension that had been building for years.
Then Nathan leant in, bracing himself on his forearms, and kissed Freddie hard, messy and full of want, before pulling back just enough to look into his eyes.
“You feel so fucking good,” he rasped. “Better than I ever let myself imagine.”
Freddie reached up, cupping Nathan’s jaw, voice rough with emotion. “Don’t stop. Please, Nate. Don’t ever fucking stop.”
So Nathan moved .
And his long, drawn-out thrusts stole Freddie’s breath, each one grazing his spot again and again until Freddie was shaking apart beneath him.
The bed creaked. Skin slapped. Freddie’s cries turned to broken moans and frantic gasps as Nathan drove him towards the edge.
Physically and emotionally tearing down every wall he’d ever built, while filling in every hole he’d left with his absence.
Then Nathan changed the angle, hitting that perfect spot again and again, unrelenting, and Freddie’s vision blurred at the edges.
He scrambled for something to hold on to.
Shoulders, back, sheets . Until he found Nathan’s arms and clung.
There was no anchoring himself otherwise.
Not with Nathan above him like this, fucking him as if he wanted him to fall apart.
“Nate…fuck… fuck, I can’t…” Freddie gasped, every muscle in his body drawn tight.
“Yeah, you can,” Nathan growled, sliding a hand down to grip Freddie’s thigh, holding him open, keeping him exactly where he wanted him. “You’re taking it. So fucking good.”
The praise hit him like a punch to the chest.
Freddie bucked up against him, lost in the rhythm, in the stretch and slide and slick friction where their bodies met. Nathan’s breath hitched, his own control fraying, and he wrapped his free hand around Freddie’s cock, stroking in time with his thrusts.
It was too much. The skin slapping skin, the wet slide of Nathan’s palm, the weight of him, the stretch inside, the years of want crashing down into this .
Freddie came with a broken cry, pleasure ripping through him like lightning.
Hot, intense, and obliterating. He shook, clenching around Nathan as he spilled between them.
Nathan swore under his breath, hips stuttering as he plunged deep one final time and came with a guttural moan, spilling into the condom, trembling above him.
For a long, breathless moment, neither of them moved.