Chapter 15 #2
Harry hated seeing him look so vulnerable, like he’d had faith in the goodness of people and in the music industry and that faith had been squashed.
“Hey,” he said, reaching across and resting a hand on Nikky’s knee.
“It’s not as bad as all that.” When Nikky looked up at him like he didn’t believe that at all, Harry shrugged and went on.
“I’m still making a living off my royalties.
Albion’s arseholery hasn’t stopped me from playing music or from getting involved with hot young superstars in ways that are entirely inappropriate. ”
The slightest hint of a smile touched Nikky’s lips and lit up his eyes with heat. “Our relationship isn’t inappropriate,” he insisted, the most adorable flush spilling across his cheeks.
“Oh yeah?” Harry asked, scooting as close to Nikky as he could on his stool. “Are you telling me this is appropriate?”
He rested his hands on Nikky’s thighs and slid them up until the guitar blocked his way while standing and leaning close enough to brush his lips lightly over Nikky’s at first, then diving in for a fiercer kiss.
Nikky let out a breath and smiled into Harry’s kiss. “Definitely inappropriate,” he hummed, then pushed into Harry as much as he could with the guitar standing between them.
Harry would have been satisfied to leave things there, but when he pulled back, intending to sit down and take up his guitar again, Nikky quickly set his aside and stood to follow Harry. He slipped against Harry, holding his sides, and pressed in for another longer, hotter kiss.
Harry was so unprepared for Nikky’s show of want that he gave in to it immediately.
He tugged Nikky into an embrace with one arm and rested his other hand on the side of Nikky’s face.
The way the younger man plied his incredible body against Harry’s was intoxicating and made him want so much more.
He wanted to see Nikky on his knees for him and splayed in his bed in a dozen different ways.
But more than anything, he wanted to connect with the amazing young man. He wanted to feel him inside and out, to share his fresh take on life and his enthusiasm. And yes, he wanted to protect him from the wolves of the world.
“Can we go to bed?” Nikky asked breathlessly when they came up for air.
The hope and courage in his eyes melted Harry’s heart. “We can absolutely go to bed,” Harry growled, holding Nikky tighter against him.
He dove in for another kiss, commanding Nikky with his mouth and with the insistence of his body. He was already hard and straining against his jeans, and he made damn sure Nikky felt that.
Nikky groaned softly as he surrendered to Harry’s lust. It was adoration in its highest form, and it filled Harry with a sense of responsibility that he took very seriously.
He would worry about the intensity of his emotions and all the ways he wanted to keep Nikky safe and keep him to himself later, though. He stepped back enough to take Nikky’s hand and lead him out of the music room and down the hall to his bedroom.
They’d been lazy earlier that morning and hadn’t made the bed, which seemed like more of a convenience now than an embarrassment.
As soon as they were through the door and near the bed, Harry turned to Nikky and grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt, pulling it off and tossing it aside.
Nikky was easily one of the most beautiful men Harry had ever laid eyes on.
He was fit and lean and obviously worked out, though he had no idea when the man fit the gym into his crazy schedule.
Nikky’s body was amazing, but it was the man’s heart and soul that Harry was falling so ridiculously in love with.
Once Nikky’s shirt was off, Harry swept his hands over the man’s chest and sides before pulling him close for another kiss.
Nikky had been about to tug Harry’s shirt off, which meant his hands were caught between them.
There was something fun and potent about the sudden restriction that made Harry think about more ways he could master Nikky as he kissed him hard.
He wanted more than thoughts and ideas. They both did. Harry stepped back enough to help Nikky to get his shirt off. The two of them made quick work of the rest of their clothes before tumbling into bed together.
“I want this,” Nikky sighed as Harry kissed and licked his way across his chest, sucking one of his nipples. “God, I want this!”
Whether he meant the touches and kissing, sex in general, or the two of them together, Harry didn’t know.
He wanted all of it, even the relationship.
The shock of that vulnerability was lost as he slid lower down Nikky’s body to the point where he could hold the man’s tight balls and draw his hard cock into his mouth.
It was pure joy pleasuring Nikky that way.
The man was so free in the way he enjoyed pleasure, like he didn’t think he had to hide anything at all from Harry.
It might have been the only time Nikky thought he didn’t have to hide.
They both lost themselves in the moment so thoroughly that Nikky didn’t try to push back or give Harry what he thought he needed, like sex was some sort of transaction that should be consciously made equal.
He just let Harry love him and play his body like the perfect instrument it was.
“Are you ready for more?” Harry asked as he adjusted to reach for the box of condoms and bottle of lube on the bedside table.
“God, yes!” Nikky sighed, then helped Harry along by grabbing his legs under his knees and pulling himself up and out, offering his hole like a feast.
There was no way Harry could say no to a sight like that. He hurried with the condom and lube, opening Nikky up with the eagerness of someone who didn’t want to hold back and wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.
When he lined up and pushed in, Nikky cried out with abandon.
It was so fucking sexy to watch him losing himself entirely as Harry worked himself home, slowly and carefully at first, then with unfettered need once he was in.
The two of them matched each other so perfectly that they were both lost to pleasure in no time and making noises that Maggie and Laura would probably tease him about later.
The sight of Nikky touching himself as Harry thrust and coming within seconds of that touch had Harry bursting before he could stop himself. “Nikky,” he grunted, the name feeling like a confession pouring from him.
If the moment had gone on forever, Harry wouldn’t have complained. But he had to admit that the aftermath, once the two of them were separated, the condom was dealt with, and the two of them lay entwined on the messy, disheveled sheets, was almost better than the intensity of pleasure.
“I love this,” he whispered against Nikky’s ear, then smiled when he realized his sweet lover had fallen asleep.
It was beautiful and perfect in so many ways. Nikky was so peaceful in sleep. It boggled Harry’s mind how anyone at any point in the man’s life could think he wasn’t worthy of holding and keeping forever.
Harry nearly drifted off to sleep himself, but the faint sound of his phone ringing in the other room stopped him from falling away completely. He ignored it and closed his eyes, but within seconds, the phone rang again.
By the third time, he knew whoever was calling wouldn’t give up.
With an annoyed sigh, he extricated himself from Nikky, being careful not to wake him, and tiptoed out of the room.
He really needed a shower, but whoever was trying to call him was on their fourth try, and he didn’t want the ringing to wake Nikky.
His phone was hot to the touch when he picked it up, which was weird, and the battery was almost dead again. There was enough charge to take the call from the unknown number, though.
He knew it was a bad idea as soon as he said hello and the deep, American voice on the other end of the call said, “Harry Bayonne. Good for you for answering me at last.”
Harry frowned. “Who is this?” The voice was very vaguely familiar.
“I’ll cut to the chase,” the man said. “I’ve got something of yours, and if you want it to stay private, I’d like five hundred thousand dollars wired to an account that I’ll give you.”
“What? Is this some sort of a joke? No,” Harry snapped, though a creeping feeling of doom slipped down his spine, banishing all the good feelings that being with Nikky had given him.
“Come on. That’s no way to talk to someone like me,” the American said.
“I still don’t know who you are,” Harry growled.
“I’m the man who is about to ruin your life,” he said. “Or rather, I’m about to ruin the life of your sweet little piece of ass, Nikky Smith.”
Rage welled up in Harry. “Listen, you—” he started.
He was cut off by the thin sounds of heavy breathing and moans that clearly came from a recording. Familiar sounds. Sounds accompanied by his own voice crying out, “God, Nikky!”
Harry leaned heavily against the wall to stay upright. “I don’t know who you are—” he began, seething.
He was cut off again as the American said, “I’m the man who is in possession of a wicked little video that you and Nikky made the other night.
” Harry started to shake. “And if you don’t do exactly what I say, the whole world will see your little plaything with his ass in the air, being fucked by a has-been like you. ”