Chapter 38

38

Nick

It’s late when I sneak into my own dorm room. I texted Neal earlier to make sure he wasn’t coming back tonight or tomorrow before I left SeaTac so I know we won’t be rudely interrupted.

The door closes with a soft click and I set my bag down carefully before stripping down to my boxers and sliding into bed with Joey. He’s on his side, facing the wall, so I wrap myself around him and sigh. He jolts when I touch him but I shhh him back to sleep.

With my cheek pressed between his shoulders, I inhale his clean scent and my entire body relaxes. He’s here with me. It’s all I’ve needed for days. To know beyond a shadow of doubt that he’s okay.

I fall asleep quickly with a smile on my face.

The next time I can think, there’s a very insistent jock rubbing his hard cock against my hip. Sometime in the night, I ended up on my back with Joey half on top of me, his thigh currently dragging across my balls every time he thrusts his hips. His breath is hot against my neck, his whimpers filling my ears.

“Ung hunf fuck.”

I’m awake now. My boy is about to come already? Fuck yes.

“Gimme your mouth,” I croak. Joey shivers, latching onto the top of my shoulder and sucking on the skin hard enough I hiss. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

I grab his hair, pulling his head back, but he doesn’t break the suction. My dick throbs at the dull pain mixing with the pleasure in my groin. Reaching for my dick, I jack myself, needing to get off with him. Him waking up needing me this much is hot as fuck.

Joey’s hips pick up speed, which makes his thigh rub my balls faster. It feels so goddamn good.

“Dirty boy, are you gonna come in your underwear?”

He lets out a sound that’s somewhere between a whimper and a sob but nods his head and finally releases my skin.

“Give me your fucking mouth. Those sounds are mine.”

He shivers but adjusts so he can reach my mouth.

I don’t care about the morning breath, it disappears in a minute anyway. I need his moans in my lungs. I need his pleasure to fill my soul.

Joey slides his hands under my back to grip my shoulders and uses the leverage to get better pressure on his aching dick. My boy grunts and whines into me, making me feel alive, breathe life into my heart, chase the darkness from my soul.

I love you.

The words whispered in my head have me wobbling on the precipice of orgasm. I fucking love him. It’s as terrifying as it is exhilarating.

His face is red, glistening with sweat and lust. I love how he’s using my body to get himself off.

“I. Fuck. Hung ah. Coming.” Goosebumps erupt on his skin and he shivers as he comes. God damn, it’s a beautiful sight, watching him lose himself to pleasure. It makes me want to cuddle him, fuck him harder, and paint him with my cum.

His thrusts slow down until he stops and he drops his forehead to mine, panting and flushed and glassy-eyed.

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re cum-drunk.” I smirk at him, still pulling on my dick. Joey huffs a laugh and looks down at my hand and bites his lip.

“Want a hand with that?” He gives me a cheeky grin and I love that too.

“Put your mouth on me.” I nip at his lip and he slides down my body to settle between my legs. With his eyes on mine, he cups my balls and rolls them in his hand before licking up the bottom of my cock.

“Choke me with it.”

Fuck.

Gripping his hair, I pull his mouth onto me. The urge to be balls deep in his throat is strong and I really want to know if he can do it. I give him some test thrusts before I change my mind and want a different angle.

“Hang on,” I say as I pull him off and he pouts. “On your back, head off the edge.”

He hustles to obey and grimaces when he lays on his back.

“What’s wrong?”

“Cum is making my underwear sticky and slimy. It’s fine.” He opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out. I don’t even try to hold back my groan. Holding my cock, I feed it to him. Thrusting shallow at first before testing his limits. He’s clearly getting irritated with me because he wraps his arms around my thighs and pulls me in deeper.

My eyes roll back and I let out a “Fuck” on a moan. Leaning on his chest, I watch my dick stretch his throat. In, out, in, out. Joey gags and when I try to pull back, he tightens his grip on my thighs. God damn, this boy is going to be the death of me.

If he wants me to fuck his throat, I will.

I pick up a little speed, a little more force, and he groans. Fucking groans.

“Such a good boy,” I moan. His noises vibrate my cock and it takes me three more thrusts before I’m coming in his throat. He doesn’t bat an eye, just swallows around me, making my toes curl. “Fuck, you’re never leaving me.”

My body is weak in the aftermath of having my soul sucked out through my dick but I want to taste him too. It’s been too long since I had him on my lips.

I pull my cock from his mouth but don’t move to let him up, instead I reach for his pants. He stiffens a little and I hesitate to give him a chance to tell me no, but when he doesn’t, I continue. His trimmed pubes are a sticky mess and so is his soft cock. I want it in my mouth. Lifting onto my toes, I lean over him and manage to get the head of his dick to my lips. He gasps when my tongue swirls around the tip and under his foreskin. I groan at the salty tang of him.

He lets me play with him, licking and sucking on anything I can reach. I let him go when he starts to chub up.

He glares at me but sits up. “I need a shower.”

“Yeah, you do.”

I grab his neck and pull him to me for another kiss, sharing his taste with him and getting some of my own. He brings his body to mine, making as much of our skin touch as possible, and wrapping his arms around my back to keep me close. The kiss is slow but intimate. It’s deep and calming and sensual. It’s reconnecting. I don’t know how long we stand there, just absorbing the comfort of being together, but when I release his mouth, my lips are chapped and his are swollen.

“Shower with me?” He’s chewing on the inside of his lip again like he’s not sure I’ll say yes. Silly boy.

I wink at him and grab his hand, leading him to the bathroom.

Once we’re cleaned up, he goes to his room to get clothes. I see his teammates, Paul and Brendon, and have an idea.

“Hey, I have a favor,” I tell them and they look suspicious. Okay, Paul does, whereas Brendon looks excited.

“What’s up?” Paul asks.

“Can I borrow your car for an hour or so?”

He narrows his eyes at me. I get it, he doesn’t know me well. “For what?”

“An errand. I’ll bring you a cinnamon roll…”

Brendon immediately perks up. “Give him the keys, P Man.”

Paul sighs and shakes his head but gives me the keys.

“If you don’t come back with a cinnamon roll, I will be your worst nightmare.” Brendon pokes me in the chest, and I believe him. He’s so random that I believe he could actually fuck with me.

“I promise.”

A smile breaks out on his face and he bounds away to the elevator with Paul muttering something about puppies behind him.

Joey comes out of his room and looks at me suspiciously. “Why are you standing out here alone, like a creeper?”

“I was talking to Paul and Brendon.” I hold up the keys. “Come on, I have plans.”

“That should make me nervous, shouldn’t it?”

“Oh, absolutely.”

But he follows me out of the building and while it takes us a minute to find the car, we do, and I head to the bakery. I need a hug from Debbi and some pastries.

“I don’t want to hide you anymore,” Joey says, forcing nonchalance. When I glance at him, he’s picking at his fingers and chewing on that damn lip again. He’s out to the team, since half of them saw me kiss him, and no one gossips like jocks, but I don’t know about his family or anyone else.

“That’s cool, I’m here for it.” I’m really past the point of anyone giving a shit about my sex life. “Does that mean I can introduce you to someone important to me?”

He glances at me, a soft smile on his face, and nods. “Yeah, I would like that.”

While the light is red, I give him a quick kiss and squeeze his thigh.

Since Joey wasn’t with us when Brendon and Paul met Debbi, he doesn’t know where we’re headed until he sees the bakery name, Whisk Me Away.

“No.”

I smile like the Cheshire cat. “Yes.”

“I cannot face that woman after you ate her dessert off my dick!” He points toward the shop like I don’t know who he’s talking about.

“She doesn’t know that unless you tell her.” I pat his cheek. “If you’re easily embarrassed, I suggest not telling her that.”

I climb out of the car and turn to see Joey in the front seat with his arms crossed. Pulling open his door, I duck down to look at him.

“If you don’t come in and meet her, she’ll think you hate her, and her pastries.” I shrug. “Up to you.”

Joey growls but pushes me back so he can get out.

“Good boy.”

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” I wink at him and open the door for him to enter. The little bell on the handle rings and Debbi pops her head out of the back.

“Nick!” She dusts her hand off on her apron and comes around the counter to give me a hug. I hug her right back, not giving a single fuck if I’m covered in flour afterward. “It’s been too long. How are you?”

“I’m good, busy trying to finish my classes.”

I watch Joey inspect the display cases like he’s from the health department and stifle a snort. It’s so painfully obvious that he’s trying to avoid talking to her.

She glances over at him too and gives me a weird look. I smile and shake my head before loudly saying, “This is my boyfriend, Joey.”

Joey spins around to stare at me, wide-eyed, but a little smile is tugging on his lips. I wink at him and Debbi gives him a big smile.

“It’s so nice to meet you!” She reaches for him and he gives her a hug with red darkening his cheeks. It’s cute as fuck.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” Joey stammers and when she steps back, I reach for his hand to bring him to me.

“I introduced him to your amazing cinnamon rolls, along with some of the other guys on his hockey team.” I wink at him and the blush is now crawling down his neck. It’s so fun to embarrass him. “Any chance you’ve got some today?”

She waves a hand at him. “Of course I do, they’re my best seller.”

Joey groans quietly and I cough into my hand to hide my laugh.

“I hate you so much right now,” he whispers in my ear.

“Not as much as you’re going to.”

He groans out loud this time and I snort. Fuck, I love this.

“What else do you have today?” I step up the glass display and take in all the options while my mind goes crazy. “Donuts, we’re going to need some of those too.” I turn to look at a very red-faced Joey. “Do you think Brendon would like donuts? He seems to like…everything.”

“I’m sure he would enjoy donuts.”

“I already promised him a cinnamon roll.” Debbi gets a box down and sets it up for my order. “Okay, I’m going to need three cinnamon rolls, six donuts—two frosted, two chocolate, two old-fashioned—two apple fritters, and… a croissant.”

Joey sighs and steps up next to me. “You do realize that Brendon is going to attempt to eat half of this box?”

“I’ll distract him, trust me.”

“Oh God,” Joey says under his breath.

Debbi gets it all packed up for me, and gives me a massive discount, which I add to her tip jar. She comes around the counter and gives me a kiss on the cheek.

“Don’t be a stranger, you hear me? And take some business cards for the boys who need more pastries,” she says with a wink. Joey takes the cards and puts them in his back pocket. “You too, don’t be a stranger. It was good to meet you.”

Joey smiles at her and gives her a hug. “It was nice to finally meet the infamous cinnamon roll baker.”

She laughs and we say goodbye.

We’re almost to the car when Joey says, “I’m not fucking another cinnamon roll.”

“How do we feel about bagels? Donuts? Danish? Apple fritter?” I ask him seriously, because I have plans. Lots of delicious plans.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” He turns his back to the car and leans against it with his arms crossed.

“What? I like my pastries with a side of dick.” Duh.

“You’re broken.”

“Don’t yuck my yum.” I lean into him, holding the box to the side so I can get close.

“I’m not yucking nothing.”

“Good, then get in the car, open your pants, and let me suck your dick until we give this donut a new glaze.” The fact that heat flares in Joey’s eyes is a damn miracle. Fuck, I love this guy.

He reaches into my pocket, eyes locked on mine, and grabs the keys.

“I think you owe me road head for embarrassing the shit out of me in there.” He quirks a brow and, yeah, fair is fair.

“Done, get that glorious dick out.” I hustle to the passenger side, putting the bakery box in the back seat and grabbing a donut with icing on it. Joey adjusts the seat so I have room to suck his dick.

“Why is this so hot? You’ve ruined me for baked goods.” Joey eyes the donut in my hand as he opens his pants and releases his beautiful cock. I really could worship this thing like it’s a god.

I’m basically salivating for the taste of him.

I watch him stroke himself a few times before I can’t take it anymore and slap his hand away. “Mine,” I growl into his ear while I slide the donut down his shaft. He groans into my neck and my own dick aches. “I love how you take what I give you, let me play with you however I want. Such an obedient boy for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” he moans as I stroke him.

“Look at yourself, look at how hard you are for me.”

He looks down at his lap, at the donut around the base of his dick that split in order to accommodate his girth.

“Your cock is fucking perfect.” I nip at his earlobe then bend down to lick him. I slip my tongue between his foreskin and the head of his cock. The taste of his skin is more intense here, it’s my favorite part. Humming, I surround his head with my mouth and he gasps, his hips jerking upward. “So needy.”

Sliding my mouth down the underside of his shaft, I take a bite of the donut then lick back up to his tip.

“Please,” he groans, his fingers flexing on my neck.

“Please what? Ask nicely.” I cup his sack and stroke him with my hand, sitting up to put us eye to eye.

“Please, Daddy,” he whimpers in that voice he knows gets me. “Suck me and make me come.”

I drag my teeth over my lower lip and pulse my grip on him. He’s trying so hard to keep eye contact but there’s something that makes it hard for him, maybe he’s embarrassed by having to ask? Or for liking it when I make him do it? That’s a convo for another time.

Bending back down, I suck him as deep into my mouth as I can, using my hand to make up the difference. Joey shouts out his surprise and slams his hand on the steering wheel, gripping it so hard the plastic creaks.

He’s a mess of noises, groans becoming whimpers that become moans. His hips keep moving like he can’t keep them still, and fuck if I don’t love the pride it gives me. I did this to him. Me. No one else. Hell, no one before me gave enough of a shit to try. This man was made for me and I am going to make damn sure he knows it.

Since we’re sitting in a public parking lot, I work him up fast and sloppy. The last thing I want is to get arrested for indecent exposure or something out here. Saliva drips down his beautiful, throbbing dick as I work him over.

“Daddy…” he whines and I hum around him. He digs his hand in my hair and flexes his hips to meet my mouth. Filling my mouth a pump later with cum. Luckily, I emptied his tanks once already today so there isn’t much and I don’t miss a damn drop. After ripping the donut off, I lick him clean and thoroughly enjoy the combination of him and sweet icing.

When I sit back in my seat, a smug smile on my face, he snickers and puts his dick away. I get my seat belt buckled and start eating the donut.

“Seriously?” he asks while starting the car and backing out of the parking spot.

“I’m not wasting a perfectly good donut, especially because it was on your dick. These things must be savored and enjoyed.” I shove another piece in my mouth and offer him one.

He glances at me skeptically but takes the piece and chews quickly. “It’s weird to eat food that was basically a masturbatory aid.”

I shrug and finish the piece in my mouth. “How is it different than putting olives or raspberries on your fingers and eating those?”

It’s quiet for a minute before Joey bursts out laughing. Full-on belly laughing. It’s a glorious sound, one I need to be able to play whenever I want. Grabbing my phone, I start recording him laughing while he drives. When he stops at a stop sign, he lays his forehead on the steering wheel for a second.

“It’s completely different!”

“Only because an olive would not fit, you would destroy it if you tried.” But the idea is kind of hot now that I think about it…

“Were you dropped on your head as a baby?” He gets the car parked at the dorm and turns to look at me.

“How is it different? You’re sticking food on a body part and eating it.”

“Because my fingers aren’t part of my reproductive system? They aren’t a sex organ?”

“Clearly you aren’t using your fingers to their full potential.” I open the door and get out, grabbing the box of deliciousness from the back seat. “Let’s go give Brendon his treats, I have more plans for you.”

“More? There’s no way in hell I’m getting off again today.” He holds the door open for me like a gentleman. Adorable.

“You got off twice, I did not.” While we wait for the elevator, I motion to my crotch which is still half hard. “And I haven’t had your ass in far too long. Time to rectify that.”