Chapter Thirteen
One moment, James was falling apart inside at the idea of Nolan going on a date.
The next, he kissed the man senseless.
He’d kissed many people in his time, but he knew how rare this was.
This kiss wasn’t just electricity crackling through the air. It wasn’t just relief that made his bones melt, that made him want to sag to the floor. It wasn’t just heat and lust in an inexorable twist.
No, this kiss was like the first hit of spring rain.
The gentle warmth tickled his skin, awakening his senses that had been dormant for far too long.
James had always loved something about the rain—the saturation, the thickness in the air, the steady sound that soothed him.
However, there had always been something magical about spring rain.
When he’d been out practicing for baseball and the storms had swept in quickly, the air warm, and the raindrops a quiet shiver.
James drank in the taste of Nolan, his mouth scorching as their tongues tangled.
Nolan’s sharp, crisp scent surrounded him, and he drank it in, letting it consume.
He wove his fingers through Nolan’s strands, just to feel the silky smoothness, and he gave a light tug.
Nolan’s moan vibrated against his lips. Fuck, he was so addictive.
James’s heart thumped so hard it almost leapt out of his chest, and his mind spun.
His cock began to thicken, the desperate lashes of their tongues together, the crash of their mouths feeding into the lust that had been percolating between them for awhile now.
He drew back for breath and tugged Nolan’s hair sharply, exposing his neck.
Nolan’s moan was immediate and louder than before.
God, James wanted more of them. He wanted all of this man’s noises.
He sank his teeth into Nolan’s neck, just a light bite, just to taste.
Nolan bucked against him, his whimper desperate.
James swallowed hard, a frisson of sheer desire rolling through him. Fuck, this man was so delicious.
He nipped and sucked at his neck a little more before sinking his teeth in again, right at the apex between the neck and shoulders, and Nolan gripped his waist and ground his cock against James’s thigh.
The hard length against him rewired something in his brain, sparked him online for the first time in far too long.
Because it was Nolan’s. Because he’d come to care deeply for this man since he moved home.
He reached down and rested his palm against Nolan’s cock, continuing to press kisses along Nolan’s neck.
“Mmph,” Nolan whimpered again. He bucked against James’s hand, the movement so brazen and needy, and fuck, James loved it too much.
His whole body hummed like a live wire, tuned in on this moment.
He stole another kiss from Nolan’s lips, all lush and delicious, and pleasure burst through him from the contact alone.
Something he hadn’t believed possible for him anymore.
He nipped Nolan’s lower lip, sucking it into his mouth and then biting again.
Nolan ground into his palm, and he glided his hand down that thick length.
Nolan wasn’t exactly small, and James’s mouth watered.
He loved bringing his partners pain, but he also loved bringing them pleasure too. Reducing them to whimpering messes.
He stole kiss after kiss, losing himself to the sensations, to the heady bliss swirling around through his veins with each one.
Those plush lips, the needy little noises he emitted.
His sweet, smooth skin begging for more marks.
Fuck, James wanted to leave his ass black and blue, eat him out, then fuck him until he cried.
Images parading through his head hit fast and fierce after he’d tried to hold them back for so long.
But with this delicious man in his arms, he couldn’t restrain them any longer.
Nolan’s grip in his shirt tightened, and a sexy little mewl escaped him. God, he’d be so stunning unraveling for him. The heady thump, thump, thump pounded through James, the ramping desire to dominate, to take a sub and peel them apart until they were bare to him, both body and mind.
James nipped at his neck again and rubbed his palm against Nolan’s thick length. “Can I?” he asked, his voice low and raspy to the point that it didn’t even sound like him.
“Please, please, please,” Nolan said, a tremble running through his body, strong enough that James could feel it. “Just…let me get the zipper undone. My tests are negative.”
James didn’t question the request—something Nolan needed in the moment—and instead, he lowered to the floor on his knees. “Mine are too.”
Nolan zipped once, twice, three times, then he shoved his briefs and the waistband of his jeans down in one go. His cock jutted forward, long and thick with a curve, the head almost purplish, and pre-cum drooled from it.
James swiped the bead with his thumb and sucked it into his mouth.
The salty taste burst on his tongue. He glanced at Nolan, whose eyes were wide, the pupils blackened to the point that they almost took over.
His mouth hung open, and his face bled with want, with desire that twined around James like rope, like bonds he didn’t want to resist.
Then James settled in front of Nolan’s cock, wrapped his palm around the base, and sucked the head into his mouth. Nolan let out a sharp gasp.
The mushroom tip was spongy and soft, and James probed it with his tongue, getting used to it as he gave a few more light sucks. Then he swallowed down another inch. He might’ve been out of practice, but he loved sucking cock. And Nolan’s cock was a thing of beauty—just like the man himself.
“Oh fuck, James,” Nolan moaned. His hands balled into fists at his sides.
James sucked in a few more inches, relaxing his throat so it traveled in with ease, and another stream of expletives escaped Nolan’s lips.
Pride thrummed through James. He hadn’t lost his abilities at all.
He bobbed up and down on Nolan’s cock, getting his throat used to the long, large intrusion, and he breathed in through his nose as he took him deeper and deeper.
He wanted to engulf Nolan, wreck him with each thrust until the man lost himself. Until he unloaded down his throat.
James’s head swirled as he took his time, sucking Nolan’s cock down until he met where his hand wrapped around his base, his face close to his groin.
Nolan smelled musky and crisp, fucking delicious, and he loved it.
His light brown hair here was carefully trimmed.
James drew back and teased the tip with his tongue.
Nolan whimpered and moaned, his thighs tightening and trembling.
James swallowed him down again, using his hand to tug him toward his mouth.
He loved how the man sounded—how reactive and expressive he was.
“I’m not going to last long,” Nolan gasped out.
In response, James sucked harder, bobbing up and down on his cock with a faster, messier speed.
Spit dribbled down his hand in filthy waves with each pass, and Nolan’s cries grew louder.
His knees bit into the ground as his body hummed with focus on the moment, on the strike of lightning between them that couldn’t be fabricated.
Damn, he tasted good. Even with his hand around the base, Nolan was thick and long enough to tunnel down his throat, and fuck, he loved it.
He loved the lightheadedness as he sucked more air in through his nose, and he kept drawing Nolan back to him even as Nolan’s hips snapped forward in desperation.
Those thighs quaked, and fuck, they’d look so sexy wrapped around him.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” Nolan cried out, and the first burst of hot, salty liquid exploded in James’s mouth. The rest rushed in a second later, and James swallowed it down, his throat bobbing from the effort. Nolan leaned forward, sharp breaths escaping him.
James pulled off his cock and then licked his lips to catch any remaining residue. His throat burned slightly from the effort, which had been well worth it to see the hazy expression on Nolan’s face. His green strands were all askew, slipped from the bun, and his clothes looked rumpled.
Nolan’s gaze traveled to James’s crotch, where his cock currently tested the strength of his pants. His balls throbbed with need, but he’d wanted to undo that beautiful man. He had a long fuse when it came to his own pleasure.
“Please,” Nolan gasped out, sinking to his knees. He rested his hands on James’s belt and looked up.
James nodded, and Nolan undid the latch, then he went back two more times to repeat the motion.
James sank his teeth into his puffy lower lip, warmth spreading through him at Nolan’s actions.
He might view himself as a mess, but to James, his tendencies were part of the tapestry that created this gorgeous man.
Once he had his pants pulled down to his knees, he sank to the floor, his bare ass pressed against the floorboards.
Nolan prowled over him. “Fuck my throat.”
James arched his brow. “Need it rough?”
“Desperately.” Nolan’s voice came out low, raspy.
It’d be wrecked once James was done with him. Those words were an aphrodisiac to his sadistic side, which rarely got to come out and play as of late.
Nolan’s long, lithe body was a perfect fit here.
As he tilted forward, his hands splayed on either side of James.
Nolan’s breath puffed against his tip, and pre-cum pooled there.
James had a comparable sized cock to Nolan’s, though a little thicker, which meant this would stretch out Nolan’s throat.
Except those deep brown eyes stared at him with determination, and Nolan licked his lips, his pink tongue peeking out. Fuck. He was so damn beautiful.
“Come on, gorgeous,” James said, reaching forward to slide his fingers through Nolan’s strands. “Take me down. Let me fuck that sexy throat.”