Chapter 7

7

Joey

Nick comes into his room where I’ve been hiding out for the last few days with a devious smile on his face. Pausing Thor on the TV, I watch him stalk toward me with purpose, holding a paper bag.

“Whatcha got there?”

The smile on his face becomes dangerous and seductive.

“How do you feel about food as masturbatory aids?” Nick asks with a lift of his eyebrow.

Now I’m confused.

“What?”

Nick opens the bag and lifts out a big cinnamon roll. “You see, I am falling hard for your dick, and I also love cinnamon rolls. So, putting them together should be next world.”

I flick my gaze between the pastry and his face.

“I’m definitely curious to see what you’re going to do with that.” I swallow thickly, a little nervous and a little turned on.

“Take your pants off,” he demands, and I quickly shove the sweats and underwear down my legs and drop them on the floor. His eyes zero in on my half-hard dick lying against my stomach. “Get it hard.”

Just giving me the command makes my dick twitch. I love when he takes charge. I don’t have to think, just feel.

Reaching for my cock, I stroke myself a few times until I’m hard, and he climbs onto the bed and kneels between my legs.

“You’re about to be a very messy boy,” he teases, shoving two fingers into the cinnamon roll and scooping out the center piece. It’s vulgar and indecent. His fingers are covered in frosting and the cinnamon-sugar mixture.

Lifting the soft, gooey bread to his mouth, he takes a bite and moans before leaning over me enough to offer me the rest of the piece.

I use my tongue to take it, chewing and swallowing quickly. When my mouth is empty, he shoves his fingers into my mouth.

“Suck them clean.”

A shiver shudders through me as I hold on to his wrist and clean his fingers with my tongue.

He growls as my eyes meet his with his fingers deep in my throat.

“Such a sweet mouth,” he murmurs. Removing his fingers, he leans on the bed and takes my mouth. Cinnamon and frosting dance on our tongues as we explore each other.

Pulling back, he sits up again and takes my dick in his hand, sliding the now centerless cinnamon roll onto my dick. It’s still warm and sticky as it slides down my shaft.

Nick leans forward and sucks on my tip, groaning deep in his chest so it rumbles around me.

“Fuck.” The word is breathy and quiet, but he hears it and looks up at me.

He moves around to get settled and bobs on my head while moving the pastry up and down my dick at the same time. It’s not a tight pressure, but the strangeness of it is hot. I never would have thought to try this, but he’s obviously into it, and that turns me on. The sweet mixture in the cinnamon roll makes my skin sticky, but Nick licks it off like he’s catching melting ice cream on a cone.

I’ll never be able to look at a pastry or ice cream again without blushing.

Nick unrolls part of the treat and wraps it around my balls, then sucks on them between nibbling the sweet bread.

Holy fuck.

My cock throbs at the gentle brush of lips and the light graze of teeth.

“You taste so fucking good, baby,” Nick pants against my balls. He reaches for the lube we have stashed between the bed and the wall and pops the cap. Once his fingers are slicked up, he presses them against my hole and goes back to nibbling the dessert around my base.

My body tightens, and he smirks that knowing fucking smile that tells me he knows exactly how good it feels.

“Think you can come from just my fingers in your ass?”

I have no fucking idea, but I’m willing to let him do anything he fucking wants to me right now.

“Or should you fuck this pastry while I fuck you?” Nick curls his fingers, searching for my prostate, and I brace for it. It’s such an intense pleasure. It’s almost too much, but if I relax into it, it’s so fucking good. “I do love when the devil comes disguised as sweets.”

My back arches, and I let out a pathetic whimper when he finds it.

“There it is,” he says, and I don’t have to look at his face to know he’s grinning. The fucker loves watching my face when he’s toying with me.

“What do you want, dirty boy? Do you want me to fuck you? To fill you up? Or should I drag it out until you’re desperate?”

“Uh. Hng. Hu.” I can’t form words. I can barely make sounds, and he wants to have a fucking chat?

“Drag it out, it is.”

With his fingers slowly dragging over my prostate, his hand stroking my sticky dick, and his mouth on my balls, I’m not going to last long. I’m overstimulated and drowning in sensations.

I slam my eyes shut to focus on my breathing, but it’s useless. All it does is let the thoughts in. Is he going to let me come if I get there, or will he back off at the last second?

The what-ifs start circling my brain, and I can’t stop them. Fuck. The anxiety starts swirling, and I can feel my hard-on deflating. Clenching my fists, I try to only think about the sensations, but I can’t block out the nagging voice telling me I’m going to disappoint him.

“Joey,” my name is a command, and my eyes pop open, meeting Nick’s hard gaze. “Eyes on me.”

My breathing slows a little, and the noise in my head quiets as I watch him touch me. His mouth wraps around my dick, sucking and bobbing until I’m hard again, and my hips jerk off the bed.

“Come in my mouth, give it to me.” His fingers stroke me inside while his mouth and other hand work together to fuck me—and I’m done. The hot, wet suction of his mouth while he plays with my hole is too much. I fill his mouth only a few pumps later, my hips thrusting my dick deep into his throat, but he takes it and keeps going. He sucks my soul from my cock, leaving me panting and weak.

“Holy fuck,” I groan, dropping my arm over my eyes.

Nick chuckles and slides up my body. “I’m going to fuck you, Joey, while you’re weak and your cum is on my tongue.”

He kisses me hard for a minute, and the click of the lube bottle sounds just before his slick tip presses against me.

“Yes,” I moan against his lips. “Use me.”

Nick shudders as he sinks all the way in, then grinds against me for a minute.

“You like being used, don’t you? My little gutter slut,” he growls, and goosebumps break out across my skin.

“Yes,” I hiss. My dick twitches like it’s going to try to rally, but it doesn’t matter if I come again, it feels so fucking good to be used without having to worry about it. The pressure is off, and I can just enjoy the way he feels. The grip of his fingers on my flesh, the slap of his pelvis against my ass, and how full I feel with him buried deep.

Nick pulls the cinnamon roll off my dick and drops it onto the bag, then leans over me, pinning my wrists to the bed and teasing my mouth while he brutalizes my ass.

“Come for me, use me. Please,” I whisper against his lips, and he shudders. “Make me your cumwhore. I want it.”

He trembles and grinds against me, then fucks me harder as he comes. Heat blooms inside of me, and he moans the sexiest sound before dropping down onto my chest, panting. His grip on my wrists lessens, and I pull them away to wrap my arms around him and run one hand through his hair slowly.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he mumbles into my neck, and I smile as I close my eyes. I could fall asleep like this. Warm, sated, relaxed. His weight is comforting, and I find myself starting to drift off, but when he sits up, my eyes open.

“We should clean up, and we can’t let the cinnamon roll go to waste.” Nick climbs off the bed, and I look at the poor dessert that we violated. It’s falling apart and messy but will probably still taste good. Is it weird to eat food that was on my dick? I’m not going to think too hard about it.

Nick goes into the bathroom and comes back with a wet rag and cleans me up. I like that he takes care of me afterward. I’ve never let anyone else do it before, but he insisted, and after just a few days, I’ve started to look forward to it. Why is it so easy to let him take care of me? To give up that control? How does he know I need it?

He kisses me soft but deep while he drags the warm cloth over my skin. He lingers, enjoying my body in the relaxed state he leaves me in.

While he puts the rag in the laundry, I grab my clothes and get dressed.

We sit on the bed and eat the pastry without talking much, just sharing knowing looks and quick smiles. My cheeks are a little red, but I’m surprised at how not embarrassed I am by this.

“You know I’ll never be able to look at one of these again, right?”

Nick laughs, his shoulders shaking as he shoves another bite into his mouth and licks his fingers. “Yeah, that’s the point.” He looks at me. “You can’t ever forget me now.”

“I don’t think that would be possible, even before this.” I nod at the food in his hand.

“Why’s that?”

I take a minute to answer him, not sure what to say or how to say it, I guess. I’m afraid it’ll sound weird or clingy.

“I—” I cut myself off and take a deep breath. “You make me feel worthy? Important?”

His eyes meet mine, questions and determination swimming in the depths. “What do you mean?”

“I obviously had sex before we met.” I shrug and try to hold his gaze but end up looking down at my lap. “No one cared enough to make sure I got mine or noticed when I didn’t, but even before we got to know each other, you cared. You made sure I was good.”

“Sex is only good if both partners are satisfied.” He lifts my face to see him. “Otherwise, why would you go back for more? I knew after that first time that I needed more, so I made sure I gave you a reason to come back.”

I smile at him and give him a quick kiss, just a brush of lips.

“I appreciate you.”

Nick winks at me and offers me the last piece of the cinnamon roll, but I shake my head, and he eats it.

“I should take you to meet Debbi, she will like you.” Nick lies down on the bed on his side and pats the mattress in front of him.

“Who is Debbi?” I lie in front of him, and he pulls me flush against his chest. Nick settles his face against my neck and kisses my skin.

“She makes the cinnamon rolls,” he says around a yawn.

“I can never meet her!” I turn my head to try to look at him, but he holds me tightly so I can’t roll over. “I violated her masterpiece!”

Nick chuckles and throws his leg over my hip. “It’ll be fine. She’s supersweet, you’ll like her.”

He quickly falls asleep, wrapped around me like a damn octopus, and I can’t stop myself from following him.

The next day, we head down to the dining hall after our workout. The moment I step inside, I smell it and my face heats. Cinnamon.

I stop dead in my tracks and look at Nick with what I’m sure is a horrified expression. We can’t eat in here. My dick is already thickening just from the memory the smell brings flashing into my head.

“Let’s find a diner or something.” I grab his hoodie sleeve and pull, but he doesn’t budge.

“Cinnamon roll day is my favorite.” Nick is smiling so big it reminds me of kids on Christmas. I’m going to kill him.

“Nick!” I whisper-yell as he pulls out of my grip and hustles toward the line. Oh, fuck my life.

I get in line behind him, cursing him under my breath and thinking about hockey stats to stop my head from going to sex, but I can still feel how hot my damn cheeks are.

Nick loads up on food, and of course takes a damn cinnamon roll and throws me a wink, the bastard.

Once I’ve gotten food, we find a table and sit down. I glare at Nick while he smiles like the Cheshire cat as I shove eggs into my mouth.

Since I’m staring at Nick, I don’t notice anyone approaching, so I jump when trays hit the table. Oiler and Johnson drop down next to us, obviously in the middle of a conversation.

“Movie marathon today,” Oiler mentions and shoves food into his mouth as Johnson nods.

“What are you guys going to watch?” I ask.

“Star Wars,” they say together.

A woman walks past us with what looks like the center of a cinnamon roll on her plate, she dumps it in the trash and puts her plate into the dirty dish bin. The memory of eating that same part from Nick’s hand, then sucking his fingers clean hits me like a freight train. It’s immediate and overwhelming. My face flushes and my breathing shallows as I relive it.

Nick makes a sound of disbelief, and it pulls me from the memory playing like a movie in my head.

“Why the fuck would anyone throw away the best part? Is she broken? What kind of trauma does that to a person?” Nick is so shocked by this that I laugh. He turns on me with wide eyes and indignation flaming his words. “That is a crime against humanity!”

“Dude, chill.” Johnson is looking at Nick like he’s crazy, which isn’t wrong.

Nick looks at me half crazed and shoves two fingers into his cinnamon roll like he did yesterday and scoops out the center. Our eyes lock as he shoves his fingers into his mouth and sucks the sweetness from his skin. A groan gets stuck in my throat, making a weird squeak sound instead.

“Uh, are you having a moment with your breakfast?” Oiler’s voice pulls my gaze from Nick. “Did you ask if it consented to public violation?”

I. Am. Horrified.

My eyes are wide and the blood drains from my face. I grab my tray and start to stand, but Nick puts his feet in my lap. The bastard is smiling like this is the funniest thing he’s ever seen while I’m trying to forget that I have a hard-on in the dining hall in front of my teammates. My knee starts bouncing, and the pressure around my ribs increases. I’m not ready for the team to know about this. While I don’t think they’ll care much, you never really know how someone is going to react.

“I really like cinnamon rolls.” Nick winks at Oiler, and Johnson snorts. “All warm and gooey and sweet.” Nick hums, and I have never wanted to punch him, but I do right now. He’s about to learn how violent hockey gets.

Oiler looks skeptical, but he’s eyeing the pastry like he’s considering it.

I can’t sit here anymore. Standing, I grab my tray, and Nick’s feet fall to the floor. He watches me with a lifted eyebrow and a smirk on his face. He thinks this is hilarious while I’m trying not to panic. Great.

I deal with my tray and leave the hall toward the dorms. It’s probably time for me to sleep in my own room. Why does that thought make my chest ache?

There’s a dull pain in my breastbone that I rub the heel of my hand against as I open the dorm building door.

“Hey!” With the door handle in my hand, I turn to see Nick jogging to catch up. Why does my heart hurt? That was a close call. I’m not ready for anyone to know yet. Fuck, I don’t even know if this is anything more than just sex while we’re here on break with nothing else to do.

We walk inside and wait for the elevator in silence, but it’s not comfortable, at least not for me. He’s watching me from the corner of his eye, so maybe he’s as uneasy as I am. The doors open and we step on, then I reach for the five button, but he grabs my wrist.

“We should talk,” he says, not giving anything away in those three words. Is that a we’re done talk or a let’s label this talk?

I nod and he pushes the three. When the doors close, he threads our fingers together and holds my hand. Slowly, I drag in a deep breath and let it out. Why does his touch soothe me like this? This can’t be bad, right? He wouldn’t be trying to comfort me if he wanted to end it, right?

When the doors open a minute later, he gives me the chance to pull away, but I don’t want to. Am I ready to tell everyone I’m sleeping with him? No, but right now, I need his comfort more than I need the secret.

He gives me a small smile and leads us to his room.

Once we’re safely inside alone, he turns to face me and wraps me in a tight hug. I breathe him in and relax in his hold. How did he know I needed this when I didn’t? Can he read me that well already?

“No one on the team knows you like men, right?” he says while keeping me tightly against him.

“No.”

“I’m sorry I pushed it.” Nick cups the back of my head and leans his forehead against mine. “That was a dick move, I’m sorry.”

I nod and press a light kiss to his lips.

“I don’t want this to stop,” he says against my lips. “It feels too important to let go.”

“I don’t either.”

Our breaths mix between us, and the warmth of our bodies surrounds us.

“I can wait until you’re ready.” Nick holds my gaze. “I’m not exactly out either, but I just don’t care. I’m not going to make an announcement to the team, but if someone sees me with a boyfriend, I’m not going to lie either. You know?”

“Yeah, I get that.” Some of the tension drains away. “I kind of like that. My sexuality isn’t an announcement, but I don’t think I want to hide who I’m with either. That’s shitty. But I don’t want the questions.”

“If you need to wait, it’s okay. I understand. You get to decide who knows and when.” Nick kisses me again. “But I don’t share.”

I smile. “I don’t share you.”

“Good.” Nick slides his hands down my back and cups my ass, rubbing our hips together. “I need you.”

I chuckle and bite his lower lip. “Again? You got off two hours ago.”

“Cinnamon rolls now give me a hard-on.”

I drop my head back and laugh at the most ridiculous sentence I’ve ever heard but let him push me back onto the bed and welcome his weight on me.

We don’t have to have all the answers right now, we have time to figure it out, and together, we’ll do just that. We are worthy of love and happiness.