Chapter 20 #3
Nikky let out a huge breath, his whole body sagging, and smiled. “I believe you,” he said. “I trust you.” He paused, gazing deeply into Harry’s eyes, then said, “I love you.”
Something warm and wonderful unfurled in Harry’s gut. Never had three simple words touched him so deeply. No wonder people wrote songs about them. He could already feel half a dozen love songs composing themselves in his heart and soul. And in his dick.
He brought Nikky’s hand to his mouth and kissed his knuckles. “We definitely need to get home, fast,” he said, eyeing Nikky like the ridiculous lecher he was.
“Yes, please,” Nikky laughed, then let go of Harry’s hand so he could drive.
It was a miracle that they made it home without being pulled over for speeding.
By the time they made it upstairs, they were already pawing at each other and stealing kisses that threatened to stop them so they could attack each other’s bodies in the hallway.
Harry had no idea how he managed to get his key in the door, or to lock it behind them once they were inside.
“I want you,” he sighed as he pushed Nikky’s jacket off and reached for the bottom of his shirt. “And not in a sweet and sentimental way.”
“Fuck romance,” Nikky hissed as Harry’s hands brushed the bare skin of his chiseled torso. “I want you to fuck me.”
Never one to disobey an order, Harry clasped the back of Nikky’s head and slammed their mouths together.
Nikky might have been more comfortable in a slightly subby role, but he was just as aggressive a kisser as Harry was.
The taste of his mouth and the heat of his body as they tore at each other’s clothes and toed off their shoes, all while traveling across the room and down the hall to the bedroom, was heady.
Everything blurred once they were naked.
Harry couldn’t get enough of his hands and mouth on Nikky’s body.
He loved the taste of him, the scent of his skin and the sounds Nikky made as he licked and nipped all his sensitive spots.
Nikky reached for his cock, encouraging him with strokes before they were even horizontal.
“I love you,” Harry gasped between kisses, then pushed Nikky so he fell across his bed. He climbed over him as Nikky adjusted to splay wide for him, then kissed him again. “I didn’t think it was possible,” he panted, “but I love you so much.”
“Fuck me,” Nikky replied, hooking his thighs over Harry’s hips and reaching up to pull him down into another searing kiss.
It was everything and more. They kissed and frotted against each other, working each other up way faster than they should have.
Harry almost didn’t care if the whole thing was over like lightning.
They’d have many more nights like this, where they could lose themselves in each other in the hottest ways possible. He was sure of it.
He managed to pull himself away from Nikky long enough to grab the condoms and lube from the bedside drawer. Nikky watched him with uncontained hunger as he rolled a condom on and clicked open the lube. He was so eager that he squirted too much everywhere, but that just made them both laugh.
That burst of joy was exactly what they needed.
It carried them through the necessary prep, leaving the two of them grinning and laughing as Harry opened Nikky up, all while stealing kisses.
Nikky boldly stroked himself as Harry probed him, to the point where he was almost insensible with pleasure even before Harry lined up and pushed inside him.
“I love you,” Harry repeated as he slowly bottomed out, then began to work both of them into crazy pleasure. “I love you so much.”
He wanted to say a million other things, that Nikky had brought sunshine into his miserable life, that he had hope again, that he would support whatever Nikky wanted to do, whether in London or L.A.
He wanted to make promises and plans that would take them through their current predicaments and well into the future.
All he could actually manage was to fuck Nikky with pure abandon, driving himself to the edge of orgasm before easing up a little to make the moment last longer.
He was too zeroed in on Nikky to let things go on for very long, though, and as he let himself tip over the edge, Nikky shouted his way into a spectacular and messy orgasm as well.
The two of them were so in tune with each other that Harry would have laughed if he wasn’t so busy coming his brains out. Finishing together was so much better than finishing alone.
“I love you, too,” Nikky panted once they were spent and floating in the afterglow.
Harry had only just managed to dispose of the condom before pulling Nikky into his arms so the two of them could tangle up together and drift off to sleep. He hadn’t felt so content just to hold a man in his life.
“We’re going to be just fine, baby,” he told Nikky, kissing his sweaty forehead, then nuzzling against his neck. “You’ll see.”
Nikky hummed in contentment, which was possibly the most beautiful sound Harry had ever heard. The two of them were going to make amazing music together in more ways than one.