20

Nico

They stopped at Chouteau long enough to collect Nico’s bags, and by the time they got to Jadon’s house, it was near two in the morning. It was hard to make out much of the house in the dark—a ranch, brick, bars on the windows. Jadon carried the bags to the porch and let Nico inside. He led Nico through the living room and kitchen, where all the signs of bachelor living were on full display: the massive TV, the obligatory leather sectional, the black-and-white prints in black frames. A few throw pillows, Nico thought. And next time, he’d bring something with some color. Something for the coffee table, maybe.

“Let me change the sheets,” Jadon said as they moved into the bedroom, “and you can sleep here. I’ll make up the sofa—”

Nico pulled his hair hard enough to get Jadon’s attention, and then he kissed him. Jadon was a good kisser—responsive, intense, demanding.

Then Jadon pulled back, breathing a little more quickly, and said, “You need to rest.”

Nico started unbuttoning Jadon’s shirt.

“Nico.” Jadon wrapped his hand around Nico’s. “Tonight—”

Nico met his eyes, and Jadon released his hand.

He undid the buttons carefully, parted the shirt, and ran his hand over the spandex Super Gay suit. Jadon’s body was so warm it almost felt hot. The muscle beneath the thin layer of fabric was dense and firm. He pulled the spandex up and over Jadon’s head, exposing his chest. Wide, dark nipples. enough chest hair that he looked like a man and not a boy. And so much muscle—broad, hard-packed muscle. Nico kissed Jadon’s collarbone. He mouthed downward and took a nipple in his mouth, and Jadon let out a breathy, satisfied noise. His split lip still hurt, and his jaw ached from the gag. Jadon slid his fingers into Nico’s hair, half-holding him in place, half-caressing.

Kissing his way down Jadon’s belly, Nico got to his knees. He undid Jadon’s belt and the button on his waistband and lowered his pants. He untied Jadon’s shoes.

“Let me—” Jadon said.

Nico shushed him and helped him out of shoes, socks, and pants. Jadon’s dick was hard. Nico leaned forward and rubbed his cheek against the head. He breathed in the musk, the slight sourness of Jadon’s body and a day’s sweat. Slowly, he slid his hands up and down Jadon’s quads. Then he leaned in further, burying his nose in Jadon’s bush. Jadon’s hand found his hair again, tighter this time, gripping. Nico’s tongue darted out to lick the root of his cock, and Jadon let out another of those pleased breaths.

He took Jadon’s balls into his mouth one at a time, and then, for a while, he played around, trying to fit them both in his mouth. Jadon liked that; he made noises, and his dick got, if anything, harder, occasionally slapping Nico’s face. One hand was still firmly tangled in Nico’s hair. The other petted Nico’s shoulder, careful of the bruises even while, at the same time, he tried to be an attentive partner. Nico wanted to tell him he didn’t care, not right then. Right then, he wanted a dick. Specifically, Jadon’s dick.

So, he took it. Jadon moaned as Nico wrapped his lips around his dick, as he ran his tongue along the underside. He tried to take more, gagged, backed off, and tried again. It took him a few more attempts to get Jadon into his throat, and then Jadon grunted, and his hand knotted in Nico’s hair until it hurt.

“Shit,” Jadon gasped. “You are so fucking tight.”

Nico settled in and went to work. He used his tongue. He used his lips. He stroked the base of Jadon’s cock with one hand sometimes, and then he took him into his throat again. The beauty was that there wasn’t any rush. Even with his lip throbbing and his jaw aching, Nico loved every second of it. Part of it was the pleasure of giving a good blow job—knowing he was making Jadon happy, enjoying the taste and smell and feel of a dick in his mouth, even the forcefulness when Jadon couldn’t control himself anymore and started to rut, driving his dick toward Nico’s throat, his hand pulling at Nico’s hair again. Jadon’s dick hardened more, until Nico could feel every vein outlined against the skin, the head ballooning in Nico’s throat.

“Stop,” Jadon said hoarsely, and he made a weak effort to draw Nico off him. “I’m going to come.”

Nico sucked harder, and a moment later, Jadon groaned—the sound part pleasure, part surrender—and shot, his hips bucking wildly. Nico looked up the length of his body, past all the hard muscle to the sculpted beauty of his face. Jadon’s eyes were half-closed, and his lashes were dewy.

“Oh my God,” Jadon said, his hand sliding to cup Nico’s nape as Nico pulled off. “Oh my fucking God.”

Chuckling, Nico nudged him toward the bed.

“I think my knees locked up,” Jadon said as he sat heavily. He flexed one knee in demonstration. “I think you broke me.”

Nico maneuvered him onto a pillow. Jadon caught his arm and drew him down so they were lying next to each other. Nico’s hard dick was trapped between their bodies. Jadon’s erection had only partially subsided, and it was wet, still leaking against Nico’s thigh. Jadon kissed him, his tongue demanding again. One hand followed the curve of Nico’s ass before settling at the small of his back. His kisses moved to Nico’s ear, and Nico made a weak little noise of pleasure. Jadon doubled down on his attack, using teeth and tongues, until Nico was whimpering, sliding his dick against Jadon’s belly.

With a smirk, Jadon pulled back. He bit Nico’s neck. Then his shoulder. And Nico realized, with a start that sent a flush through his body, that Jadon was finding all the spots he’d marked the last time, marking him again. He arched his back, his head falling back, leaving him more exposed. A day’s worth of stubble scratched and burned against sensitive skin, followed by the wet heat of Jadon’s mouth—which soothed at first, and then made him writhe in a different way.

When Jadon got onto his knees and began to move down the bed, Nico caught his wrist.

“I want to make you feel good,” Jadon said.

But Nico shook his head. Vic pressing his thumb against the softness of Nico’s dick. Vic pushing and poking and manipulating.

Maybe Jadon saw it in his face. He lay down again, the length of his body pressed against Nico’s. He ran a hand down Nico’s flank. Then he rubbed Nico’s belly in slow circles. He took Nico in his hand, and Nico caught his wrist again.

“Okay,” Jadon murmured, releasing him. “That’s okay. What can I do for you?”

Another time, another place, another Nico—he would have turned it into a fight. But his heart was thumping wildly in his chest, and those waves of heat kept rolling through his body, and Nico was closer to the brink of crying than shouting. And hard. He was still hard.

Jadon made a quieting noise and took Nico in his arms. He kissed him again, tightening the embrace, adjusting their bodies until they were pressed together. Nico’s dick brushed Jadon’s belly, and then it pressed more firmly there as Jadon drew them even closer together. Jadon was hard again too, his cock sliding along the crease of Nico’s thigh. He kissed Nico again, kissed Nico’s jaw, kissed the side of his throat. He attacked his ear, but slowly and steadily, and Nico whimpered. He rutted against Jadon’s belly. The need was incredible, but every time Nico thought he was getting close, Vic flashed into his mind, and his hips stuttered, and he fell back from the brink.

Jadon shushed him again, and then he moved back to look Nico in the eye.

“I think it’s not going to happen tonight,” Nico mumbled, glancing down.

Strong fingers carded the hair above Nico’s ear. “That’s all right. If it doesn’t happen, it doesn’t happen.” Then those same fingers moved to Nico’s chin, tilting his head back. “Will you try something else, though? One more thing.”

“I don’t—”

But surprisingly, Jadon’s fingers tightened on his jaw—not enough to hurt, but the message was clear. Jadon’s darkly sandy eyes met Nico’s, held him, and the silence was a second message that Nico couldn’t mistake. Then Jadon said, “Suck my cock.”

Nico let out a ragged little breath.

“Did you hear me?”

Nico nodded.

“What?”

Wetting his lips, Nico gave a little bob of his head. “Yes. Yeah, okay.”

Jadon propped himself up with pillows, hands behind his head, biceps swelling. His cock lay heavy and hard against his belly. Nico took him into his mouth again. His lip was still throbbing from the kisses and the first time he’d sucked Jadon off, but he ignored it, focusing on the sound of Jadon’s breath when he took Jadon into his mouth. Jadon took him by the hair, and this time, there was no mistaking the suggestion of control. But Jadon didn’t face-fuck him. He didn’t thrust at all. He made Nico work, and for some reason, that only made it hotter. Nico’s sore jaw made it harder to get the perfect seal he wanted. Drool ran down Jadon’s shaft, glistening in thick strands in the dark hair at the root.

“Look at me,” Jadon said.

It was hard, with a cock halfway down his throat, but Nico did. Jadon didn’t look angry. He didn’t look mean. He looked like Jadon, but…more intense: the set of his brows, the line of his mouth. This was the guy who ate vegan power bowls and ran every morning and did Brazilian jiu-jitsu for fun. The guy who, when he chose to exercise it, had a will like iron. Jadon’s fingers tightened as a reminder, and Nico moaned around him.

“Rub off on my leg while you get me off.”

Nico crawled to straddle Jadon’s thigh. It changed the angle of the blow job, and he found himself gagging more, struggling to take Jadon as deeply. If the tightness of Jadon’s grip was any indicator, he liked it more that way. Dividing his attention between taking Jadon and rutting against his thigh meant that, for a few minutes, Nico wasn’t doing either well. Then he found his rhythm, his hips bucking as his dick scraped across Jadon’s hairy quad, his head pumping up and down, the taste of Jadon filling his mouth. To his own surprise, Nico suddenly realized he was close, and he started to whine.

“Look at me,” Jadon said again.

Nico met those darkly sandy eyes, the smooth firmness of Jadon’s expression. The orgasm seemed to start by inches, rising in him. And then Nico made a low, helpless noise as he came. It felt like something bearing him up. It felt like something pulling him apart by the arms and legs. Somehow, he kept Jadon’s dick in his mouth as his world imploded. When his brain kicked on again, he was vaguely aware of the head of Jadon’s dick between his lips, Jadon’s fist twisting beneath him, and then Jadon’s grunt as he sprayed his load.

Nico ended up draped across Jadon. One of Jadon’s hands tickled his back, running lightly back and forth. Nico already felt himself sinking under the weight of exhaustion and trauma and excellent sex.

He mumbled, “Well, that was embarrassing.”

“That wasn’t embarrassing.” Jadon laughed. His hand slid slowly back and forth. “That was hot.”

Nico put a hand over his eyes.

Another laugh. A surprisingly long one. Jadon shifted them around until they were under the covers, and Nico realized he was about to fall asleep.

He did, however, manage to murmur, “Twice, Jay?”

The last sound he heard before he crashed was more of that gentle laughter.