Chapter 20

"Teach me, please." Darcy's words make me want to scoop him up in my arms. What I do instead is grind my hips into his, knowing he'll feel how hard I am from dancing with him for the last few minutes. His sharp intake of breath makes my cock twitch, and I notice his own erection pushed up against me. I can't help but nip his throat, eliciting a small whine. I grab his hand, as if I don't move now, I'm going to be taking him in the middle of the studio floor. I pull him after me and up the stairs to his room.

Once inside, I claim his mouth with mine and walk him backwards to his bed, following as he lies down, and cover his body with mine. I want to explore every inch of him and if I don't slow down, I'm not going to get very far. I pull back and look down at him. His green eyes are shining. A slow smile spreads across his face.

"You okay?" I whisper, and he nods back.

It's then that I remember I've left my rucksack downstairs, which has supplies in it.

"Be right back." I roll off him, missing the warmth of his body already.

"Do you want a drink?" he asks, and I smile at his ingrained professionalism. It's one of the things I love about him. He's not wrong to ask, though. We've danced for hours and haven't hydrated. It would be a good idea.

"Yes, that'd be good, thanks."

When I return, he holds out a bottle of water and I take it, downing it in a couple of gulps, not realising how thirsty I am.

I reach for my phone and put on some music. It's a playlist I've spent a fair amount of time creating over the last couple of weeks, making sure it doesn't include any of the songs we're going to be dancing to. I don't want any interruptions about what would be a good step to include. I need no distractions from me extracting every ounce of pleasure I can from Darcy's lithe body.

I strip off my T-shirt, and head to where Darcy is sitting on the side of the bed. I hope the small break hasn't allowed any of his usual fears to crowd in, though if they do, I plan to kiss them all away again.

I crouch between his legs, resting my hands on his thighs. His hands reach out to explore my chest and I turn my head so I can kiss the back of one of his hands. He cups my face with it and directs it so he can kiss me. His tongue pushes against me and I open, giving his bottom lip a nibble in the process. After a few minutes, I stand and pull him up with me. I push his T-shirt up and he lifts his arms so I can pull it off over his head. I drop my head to kiss his shoulder while running my hands down his back and grasping his ass to pull him closer.

I want to feel more of him, so I slide my hands inside the waistband of his sweatpants. He yields against me and moans softly. I love it. I've just discovered my favourite sound and I want to hear it over and over. Grabbing his perfect ass, I hoist him up and he wraps his legs round my waist and his arms lock round my neck. I walk him the couple of steps to the bed and lower him down onto it. He releases me and stretches his arms above his head. He looks so perfect, well nearly; he has far too many clothes on. I want to see him naked. I tug off his sweatpants and socks, leaving his briefs on, and kneel between his legs. I pick up his leg and plant a row of kisses from his ankle, past his knee, and up his thigh. Placing the gentlest kiss possible on his cock which bulges through his briefs, I smile at the involuntary shudder he gives and continue down his other leg until I reach his ankle.

"I want to taste you, D. See if you taste as good as you look."

"Yes." It's all the encouragement I need, and I carefully pull his briefs over his cock, sliding them off.

He looks utterly sexy, stretched out on his bed. I'm about to feast on him when he lifts a foot and pushes it against my thigh.

"Take these off."

Well, I suppose it's only fair. I climb off the bed and take off my own sweatpants.

"Um, Nick?"

I turn round to face Darcy.

"What are you wearing?"

"What, these?" I run my hands down my abs and over the lacy shorts I have on. Not all lace, as I didn't want to be uncomfortable while dancing, but these are soft and stretchy and silky and a lovely soft blue colour.

"Fuuuuuck!" Darcy scrambles off the bed and his hands are on me. It feels so good. "They're gorgeous." His voice is full of wonder. "I didn't even know this was a thing."

His hands are exploring, running over my ass and he plays his fingers up and down my cock, feeling it through the lace.

"Fuuuuuck." His exclamation is softer this time, but no less potent to me and I see a dark mark of precum showing on the material.

"You'd like some?" I ask, wanting to kiss him, but he doesn't answer. He's looking down between us, one hand on me, his thumb teasing over the end of my cockhead through the fabric, which is giving me problems focussing. His other hand is fisting his own cock. I remember back to the park, and I can't tear my eyes away.

"Would you carry on? Doing that?" I indicate his hand and he raises his eyes to mine. They're luminous emeralds and I get lost in their beauty.

"To me or you?" He gives a small smile, and for a second, I forget what the question is.

"To you, I want to watch."

"Mmm, can you leave these on?" A part of me wants to rip them off and bring on my own release, because Darcy's fascination has my cock aching to be touched. But the thought of having his eyes on me while I watch him invokes some delicious edging and I can't refuse him.

"Sure I can, honey," I croak out. "Now on the bed."

He sits on the bed and scoots back so he's leaning against his pillows. I reach for my bag.

"I have lube," he says, and waves a hand towards the drawers by the side of his bed. I cross the room and fetch the bottle, handing it to him. He opens it and squeezes some into his hand. Then, with a coy smile, he goes back to stroking himself.

I'm captivated by the sight of him with his head thrown back, his eyes hooded as he watches me. His hand rhythmically skimming up and down his length. It's the sexiest scene I've ever witnessed. I kneel between his legs and lean over, capturing his mouth, meeting his tongue with mine, and not knowing which of us groans first when he runs a hand up my hard cock.

I rock back on my heels and reach for the lube.

"Bend your knees," I say softly and Darcy complies, half blissed out already.

"Oh, wow," he exhales, as I graze a finger across his hole.

"You like that?" I ask, doing it again.

"Mmmmm." He wriggles down the bed a little, giving me more access. I play my finger across it a few more times and then withdraw it. The whine Darcy gives at the loss of contact is adorable.

"Just need more lube," I explain, and he sighs slightly.

This time when I press my finger, he thrusts against it slightly.

"You want more?"

"Uh-huh." His eyes flicker to mine briefly before dropping back into their languid state.

I breach his hole and he jerks.

"Too much?" I ask, concerned I'd hurt him.

"Fuck no, do it again." He pushes down onto my finger and I go a bit deeper.

"You're so tight, D." I love how he grips me, and I thrust my finger in a few more times before adding a second one.

He makes a low moan and the noise travels straight to my balls, sending a tingle shooting up my spine. I can't take it any longer, the vision of him jerking himself whilst practically impaling himself on my fingers.

"Damn, D. Honey, you're so beautiful." I kneel over him, and with my free hand, manage to tug my shorts down to release my cock. I need to touch it, the ache has become unbearable.

I grab the lube and hand it to Darcy.

"Can you help me out here?"

He flips the cap and squeezes some into my hand. Throwing the bottle back on the bed, I take hold of my cock, smearing the precum round the end and coating the shaft with lube. I'm not going to last very long.

I shift my fingers slightly, hitting Darcy's sweet spot, watching as his abs contract, and he throws his head back further.

"Nick, I'm going to come." His voice is barely a whisper.

"Yes, come for me, D. I want to see that." I hit his bundle of nerves again and his hand speeds up. His eyes flutter closed as he jerks, cum spilling over his chest. I withdraw my fingers, and with a few more strokes, my release joins his, mixing them together. I lean down and kiss up his beautiful neck as he sighs and stretches languorously against the pillows.

"D, honey?"

"Hmmm?" He blinks slowly at me, a gentle smile on his lips.

"I think we should get showered."

"I, um, I don't think I can move. I don't seem to have any bones left." He stretches again with feline grace.

I laugh at him and head to the bathroom to grab a washcloth instead. After I clean us up and then climb onto the bed and put my arms around him, he's already asleep.