Chapter 6 #3
Harry’s intention was to both give Nikky a taste of what he was clearly curious about and to hopefully turn him off enough to keep him from getting into trouble.
He walked Nikky over to a small table at the side of the room that offered a selection of nipple clamps and chains, glaring over his shoulder at the two oafs with a warning that their game was over.
They backed off, which freed Harry to take two clamps connected by a chain from the table and to show them to Nikky, squeezing them to open and shut the clamps playfully a few times.
“You want to give them a try?” he asked, mischief in his expression.
“Yes!” Nikky said with way too much enthusiasm. He downed the last of the drink the guys had given him, then lifted up his mesh shirt to show Harry his already pert nipples.
His golden boy was going to be the death of him. And he was going to get himself into all sorts of trouble if he didn’t have someone seriously watching out for him. Ending up under the thumb of a producer like Dean Albion was only the beginning.
“Okay,” Harry said in an almost singsong voice. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you. You can take them off if you don’t like them.”
Nikky nodded tightly, then held his breath as Harry clamped first one, then Nikky’s other nipple.
Nikky growled at the pain, pinching his face and baring his teeth. “Fuck!” he hissed, writhing as he got used to what was probably a whole new, excruciating sensation.
“You want them off?” Harry asked, reaching for the clamps.
“No!” Nikky shouted, then growled again and let out another, “Fuck!”
Harry watched him closely, ready to swoop in and make everything better.
But instead of backing down and taking the clamps off, Nikky made a sound that went straight to Harry’s cock, pulled his shirt off over his head, nearly snagging it on the collar he wore and ruffling his sweaty, blond curls, and said breathlessly, “Let’s dance. ”
Harry’s brow shot up, and the corner of his mouth twitched. There was a distinct chance that he’d just created a monster.
It was both hilarious and terrifying.
And sexy as fuck.
They headed back to the dance floor. Harry kept his eyes and his hands on Nikky as he moved to the music, occasionally wincing at the pain that must have been slicing through him.
It did not help his resolve to be a good and responsible mentor at all that a distinct bulge had formed in the front of Nikky’s tight trousers that was in direct contrast to the man’s angelic expression.
The previously innocent young man seemed to be having the time of his life getting his kink on.
The drinks kept coming, too, whether Harry tried to stop people from buying them for Nikky or not.
Word spread pretty quickly through the club about who he was, and everyone wanted to show their appreciation for Nikky’s talent by buying him a drink, dancing with him, and taking selfies with him.
Harry didn’t have to worry about snapping enough pics for social media to take care of Nikky’s image.
The rest of the patrons of the club were doing his job for him.
Which meant his job was getting Nikky out of the club in one piece.
“Come on, sweetheart,” he said once the clock struck midnight, metaphorically, at least. It was probably closer to one, but Nikky was getting sloppy. “Time to get you home.”
“This place is great,” Nikky panted as Harry led him back over to the table where they’d picked up the clamps. “I could stay here—ah!” Nikky screamed bloody murder as Harry removed the clamps and tossed them back on the table.
Despite not having had a single drink all night, Harry laughed like he was drunk.
Nikky had no clue how adorable or how desirable he was.
“You alright there?” he asked as he rubbed Nikky’s chest, partly to get the blood circulating back into his nipples again and part out of pure, sadistic enjoyment.
“Harry,” Nikky gasped, then did the very last thing Harry expected. He threw his arms around Harry’s shoulders, leaned heavily into him, and kissed him with all the power and passion of someone who had been part of the scene for years.
There was no way Harry could resist what he’d been thinking about all night.
He grabbed Nikky’s hot and sweating torso and held him tight, parting his lips and letting their kiss get out of control in a hurry.
His hands flew everywhere over his naughty angel’s body, returning to his nipples for a moment before he gripped Nikky’s face possessively with one hand.
Nikky was too tempting for him to hold back.
The man was drunk, but that only made him as uninhibited as fuck.
Nikky Smith was a fucking amazing kisser.
He took Harry by surprise and turned his world upside down.
All Harry wanted to do was press the bright young thing in his arms up against the wall and enjoy the hell out of him in every way possible.
The only thing that stopped him was a tap on the shoulder and someone clearing their throat behind him.
“None of that here,” Freddy warned him as Harry pulled away from Nikky and glanced over his shoulder at him. “You know the rules.”
“Right,” Harry just managed to say. “Sorry.”
“Can we go home now?” Nikky asked, eyes glassy and more than a little dazed.
“Definitely,” Harry said. “We’re definitely going home.”
His work at the club was done anyhow, and they would both be feeling the consequences of everything for a long time to come.