Chapter 23

Mo

It's the worst case of déjà vu.

The Cadillac's engine rumbles beneath us as we idle outside of Nico's residence building, neither of us saying a word as I wait for Nico to get out of my vehicle.

Except this time, I don't want him to go.

My grip on the steering wheel tightens as another minute of silence ticks by, the tension between us thickening until my skin feels like it's on fire.

Clearing my throat, I fight to maintain my composure, "We've arrived."

Nico nods, his dark eyes boring into mine. It feels like we're having a silent power struggle, each of us waiting for the other to make a move. Normally I would break the barrier and invite him back to my place except now I'm in a precarious position. I don't know how much Nico has had to drink and as his coach, I should see to it that he gets home safely.

Not fuck his brains out.

Gritting my teeth, I break our stare and look out the windshield. My dick has been rock hard since we left the club and it's not making this situation any easier.

Why the fuck did he have to drink so much?

Frustrated with my lack of self-control, I'm just about to snap when Nico finally breaks the silence.

"Walk me to the door?"

I nod and guide us into a nearby visitor lot. Turning off the engine, I follow Nico into the night as he leads me to the entrance of his residence building. I don't say a word when he swipes his access card and the light flashes green. The tension between us builds as he casts those dark eyes over me, the lingering glance at my zipper not going unnoticed.

"Your pants seem tighter than usual, Maurice. Anything I can help with?"

"Nothing that won't get me arrested. Get inside and get sober. Then we'll talk." Tamping down the flames coating my skin, I turn to leave but Nico grabs my arm.

"Come inside with me." His hand trails down my arm and disappears into the front pocket of my jeans. His fingers brush against my aching cock and I hiss out a breath.

"You're drunk."

"Am I?" Nico grins, withdrawing his hand, "One cooler and one shot is not what I call a heavy Saturday night, mi amor."

My chest tightens at the slip of the nickname. The first time it happened, I brushed the text message off as a simple drunk miscommunication. But now Nico is looking at me like…

No. Absolutely not.

"In any case, if I was really that drunk, I wouldn't have been able to do this."

A set of keys dangle in front of my face and it takes me a second to recognize them as my own.

Son of a bitch.

Nico smirks, "Might be tough to make it back home without these."

I hold out my hand, "You have five seconds to hand those over. Five."

He tosses them to his other hand, holding them in front of my face like bait. I smirk, tilting my head without making a move to grab my keys.

"Four."

"Babe, the countdown is a little condescending but I'm kind of into it." Nico shimmies on the spot, creating his own impromptu dance to whatever music is playing in his head.

"Three." My lips pull into a grin as he starts to inch towards the open door.

"You really don't handle authority well, do you?"

"Two."

"Fine. You can have them." He tosses me the keys before bolting through the open door. A laugh escapes me as I sprint after him, shoving the key ring back in my pocket as we go barreling down the narrow hall of the residence building.

It doesn't take me long to close the distance between us, Nico's inability to stop laughing has him wheezing before he makes it to the end of the hall. Grabbing his waist as I round the corner, I lift him into the air and slam his back against a nearby door. He groans from the impact, but I don't give him a chance to speak before capturing his lips with mine.

His fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as he wraps his legs around my waist. Sharp foil edges bite my fingers as I run my hands down his torso, the ridiculous condoms he tapped all over himself acting as a protective shield.

"Is this your room?" I breath the question into Nico's mouth as I press harder against him, my erection throbbing painfully against the zipper of my jeans. He mumbles unintelligently against my mouth, his nails raking down the back of my neck.

"Montez. I need an answer."

Leaning back to give him thinking space, I chuckle at the dazed look on his face. If he wasn't drunk before, he sure looks it now.

He gives me a lazy grin, "One more floor to go."

Locking his legs more securely around my waist, I lift him off the door and start carrying him towards the elevator down the hall. He purrs, folding himself more tightly around me as I walk us into an open elevator. I press the button for the second floor, but before we can pick up where we left off, a girl walks into the elevator.

"CeCe! How have you been?" Nico shifts in my arms to give her a bright smile. The girl crosses her arms, giving us a thorough once-over.

"What do you want?"

Nico gasps, "Since when do I have to want something to be considerate?"

A pierced eyebrow goes up, "You don't like me."

"I don't not like you."

I snort, catching the girl's attention. She jerks her head towards me.

"Who's your new playmate?"

Nico groans under his breath before giving her a bright smile, "This is my assistant coach. You can call him Tiny."

I roll my eyes and the girl gives me a smile, "I like this one."

Nico's jaw drops, "You just met him!"

"So?" She flicks a piece of green hair over her shoulder before giving me a sly smile, "You're hot."

"Thank you."

Nico slaps my shoulder, "Don't encourage her. She's already gunning for Wes."

The elevator lets out a screech as it comes to a stop at Nico's floor, and CeCe throws me a salute.

"When you get tired of his dramatics, hit me up." She exits the elevator, leaving Nico staring after her, mouth hanging open.

"Can you believe she called medramatic?" He scoffs, "As if dying your hair green isn't a dramatic act for attention."

I chuckle, feeling another condom wrapper cut through my shirt, "Says the man wearing condoms-

"For the sake of a good party."

-refusing to walk through his own residence building." My brow raises, "Shall I continue?"

He grins, those dark eyes shining as he plants his lips back on mine.

"Shut up and get us to my room."

Nico

What type of idiot uses double-sided tape to stick condoms all over their body?

Me. The idiot would be me.

"That hurts!" I shriek and slap Maurice's hands away as he rips the third condom off my body. Why the hell did I think putting double-sided tape on my nipples was a good idea?

"You should have thought of that before choosing tonight's theme." A smirk tugs his lips as he reaches for another foil wrapper. I flinch, waiting for the rip that hurts a thousand times worse than waxing.

Maurice sighs and drops his hand away without inflecting any more red marks on my body.

"Contrary to popular belief, I don't want to hurt you. But we just need…" His eyes light up and I see the lightbulb flash above his head, "Come with me."

He grabs my hand, pulling me towards the tiny closet that is my dorm's bathroom. Maurice flicks on the lights, blinding us in an unflattering yellow hue that makes me cringe.

"Babe, this is the worst place for mirror selfies. Trust me, Wes and I have tested that theory too many times."

He rolls his eyes, "Your generation's obsession with selfies is ridiculous."

"My generation? We're basically the same age."

Maurice opens the grimy shower door and turns on the hot water. Steam starts to fill the tight space almost immediately, making my skin tingle with the humidity.

"I'm a good four years older than you." He smirks, crossing those delicious arms over that equally delicious chest, "Which explains a lot."

My face splits into a grin, "I've always been a sucker for older men. How old are you, anyway?"

"Twenty-four." Maurice nods towards the running water, "Get in."

"So bossy." Leaving the shower door open, I step under the hot water, "Aren't you going to ask how old I am?"

I close my eyes as the spray hits my face, the feeling of Maurice's eyes on me heating my skin more than the water ever could.

"I know how old you are."

Blinking water out of my eyes, I look at him with a smirk, "Been stalking my varsity profile?"

"Educated guess."

Heat fills his eyes as they follow the water trailing down my body, the hot water helping to loosen the tape's hold. I start peeling the condom wrappers off me, exposing more skin with each one.

Running my hands down my naked, condom-free body, I meet his eyes as my fingers tease the tip of my hard cock.

"Tell me, Maurice, how old am I?"

A smirk plays on his lips as he pushes off the bathroom counter, the predatory glint in his eyes making my fist pump faster.

"Twenty." Reaching out, he replaces my hand with his own, "And I'll tell you something else."

Pressing his thumb against my slit, I let out a moan. He grins, using the running water to increase the friction, "By the end of the night you won't remember your name never mind how old you are."

"Deal."

Grabbing his shirt, I haul Maurice into the tight shower stall with me. His head knocks the shower head, sending water everywhere as I press my wet body against him. He doesn't waste a second, using his arms to trap me against the tiled wall before dragging my leg over his hip and grinding into me.

I moan again, feeling his erection press against me through his soaked clothes. Gripping the ends of his t-shirt, I peel it off his body and latch onto the closest nipple I can find. He hisses out a breath as I tease the pink bud, the sting of my teeth making his hips thrust against me.

"Fuck, Nico."

The sound of my name on his lips has a smile painting my face as I hop to the next nipple. I continue my torture, switching between gentle sucking and not-so-gentle biting when Maurice snaps and hauls us both out of the shower.

"Get your lube. Now."

I go running out of the bathroom, slipping and sliding to my dorm room so I can yank open my nightstand and grab the lube bottle. By the time I make it back to the bathroom, the shower has been turned off and Maurice is waiting for me in all his naked glory.

My mouth waters as I take in the sight of him, the water glistening off his body and slicked back hair making him the sexiest thing I have ever seen.

If God created each of us, he sure took his sweet time with Maurice O'Brien.

"Get over here." The second I'm within reach, he hauls me against him, stealing the bottle from my hands and stealing my breath with his lips. My hand wanders down to stroke both of us together, the sensation paired with Maurice's hands kneading my ass cheeks making me harder than I would have thought possible.

I gasp when a lube-covered finger circles my hole, the tip of his finger mercilessly teasing me.

"Babe, keep that up and I'm not going to last much longer."

He releases my mouth with a grin, watching my reaction when he sinks the entire digit into me. I moan, pushing back shamelessly as he slips another finger in. Maurice leans forwards and plants a kiss on my neck, the softness of the action a complete contrast to the punishing thrusts of his fingers.

He pulls back and looks at me, eyes blazing, "Turn around."

Turning so my back is to him, I meet his gaze in the foggy bathroom mirror and smirk, "Better?"

A growl rips from his throat, "Grab the counter."

The sound of foil ripping is the only warning I get before he bends me over and pushes the tip of his dick inside me. I groan as he sinks in, the burning sensation making my muscles clench around him.

He hisses out a breath, "Fuck. You're so tight."

We both groan when he bottoms out, our eyes locking in the mirror as Maurice starts pumping his hips. Wet hair falls across his forehead as his thrusts turn savage, my grip on the counter the only thing keeping me from falling over.

My hand wanders down to my dick, increasing the pleasure strumming through me with a few good strokes. He watches me in the mirror, slowing his rhythm to match the pace of my hand. It's blissful torture as I watch the gorgeous man take control of my body, my strokes and his thrusts increasing in synch until we both reach the finish line.

I scream his name as I fall over the edge and the grin that crosses his face right before he comes is one I will remember until the day I die.