Chapter 11

" S o, I heard you got up to some interesting stuff this weekend."

Nic closed his locker door and turned to look at Tim, another one of his teammates.

"What? The party?" Nic figured that was what he had to be talking about. It was Monday morning, the first day back at school since the game. After his victory, his family, particularly his father, had made a big deal out of celebrating nearly all weekend, and Nic was exhausted. As a result, Nic ended up driving himself to school, trying to squeeze in a few more precious minutes of sleep. "Yeah, it was a kickass night. Weren't you there?"

"That's not exactly what I'm talking about." Tim paused as he looked around to see if anyone was watching. "People are saying some stuff about you."

"What are you talking about? What kind of stuff?" The way the guy looked around made Nic nervous.

"Well… Someone said they saw you fucking that Cory kid at the party. People are saying you're ga—"

" What the fuck!? " Nic grabbed Tim by the shirt and slammed him into the locker behind him. "Who the fuck is saying that shit about me!?"

"Hey, man, chill!" Tim put hands up in surrender. "I'm just telling you what I heard. I thought you'd wanna know."

"Well, it's a fucking lie! Who the fuck is saying that?" Nic was really freaking out. Had somebody caught them at the party? They were totally alone in that garage, weren't they?

"I heard it from some of the cheerleaders." Nic's heart sank as he suddenly thought of Amy. Did she already know? "I don't know where they got it fro—"

Nic released his hold on Tim wordlessly and stormed off down the hall. He was going to get to the bottom of this. Now.

"I don't even know where to start."

"The beginning, Cor."

Cory gave Stephanie his best bitch face. The two of them had skipped their first period together at Stephanie's insistence and took off for the auditorium, a quiet place to talk. She wanted to know everything Cory had been keeping from her. And Cory wanted to tell her… He was just trying to figure out how . Funnily enough, they were in the same auditorium where he and Derek… Anyway…

"You know this isn't easy for me, right?" Cory was so nervous he was almost shaking. This was worse than coming out.

"I'm sorry." Stephanie pulled Cory in for a hug. "Start wherever you want."

"Okay." Cory took a deep breath. "So, I guess first thing is: I don't have a boyfriend. At least, that's not what … this thing we've been doing is."

"Okay." Stephanie nodded. "So you've just been hooking up with someone?"

"Kinda… It's not exactly a relationship, but it is something ." Cory buried his face in his hands before he continued. "I call them sir ."

"Oh. Wow. Okay." Stephanie sat up straight as she took in the info. "So it's a … kinky thing?"

"Yeah… It's a kinky thing." Stephanie was hardly a prude, but Cory wasn't sure how well she was going to react to the full details of what exactly he had been getting up to. "Part of why it's so hard for me to talk about it to you is that I don't even know what any of it really is. What it means. It all started so suddenly and so weirdly. I don't even think they consider themselves gay or even bi…"

"Wait, them ? They?" Stephanie clung to his choice of words. "Are we talking a pronoun kinda sitch?"

"No." Well, here goes nothing. "There's … two of them. Two guys. Two sirs."

" Holy shit , Cory." Stephanie's eyes were wide. "How did you land two guys—two kinky, apparently straight guys—at our high school!?"

"I don't know. I didn't see it coming, didn't expect them to figure that out about me…" Cory watched as the wheels seemed to be turning in Steph's head.

"Oh fuck, Cory…" She turned to him in realization. "It's Derek and Nic, isn't it?"

"I, uh, no, it's not—" Cory's eyes went wide as soon as the names left her mouth.

"Cory." He was caught.

"Please, Steph." Cory's voice was low and shaky. "Please don't say anything to anyone. If someone found out, they cou—"

"Cory, I promise." Stephanie drew him into another hug. "I won't say a word to anybody. I swear."

Cory held onto Stephanie until he felt his heart stop racing, letting go when he felt calm enough.

"So… Tell me how it started."

"It was up at the cabin," Cory explained. "Started like a normal weekend, playing video games and hanging out. Derek's brother got him a case of beer as a gift, and we were drinking those."

"Uh-oh."

"We started playing a drinking game," Cory pressed on. "But by the time I was on my third beer, it changed from a drinking game to something like strip poker. Not long after that , I was the first one naked. That's when they … talked to me. They told me they knew I was gay. I let them borrow my laptop one night, and well, they found some of my porn. A lot of my porn. All the kinky shit."

"That's kinda fucked up," Stephanie said defensively.

"Yeah, but they didn't do it on purpose, I don't think," Cory tried to reassure her. "I wasn't exactly worried about being stealthy on my own computer. It was my own fault for lending it to them."

"I don't think that's accurate, but we can circle back." She squeezed his arm. "What happened next?"

"I started to freak out," Cory continued. "I wasn't exactly expecting them to tell me I was gay. They calmed me down. Told me they didn't care. That they liked what it could mean."

"What it could mean?" Stephanie was trying really hard to hide the concern in her voice, but so much of this sounded very concerning.

"They wanted to … help me out," Cory hesitated. This sounded so much worse now that he was saying it out loud. "Train me, like the subs and doms in the porn I had been looking at."

"Jesus, Cor." Stephanie was no longer pretending to hide her shock.

"I didn't really know what they were talking about at first. I mean, they're both straight. I had never gotten even a hint that either of them was into guys. I never even thought about either of them like that before, not really," Cory pressed on, things were about to get graphic. "But, the beer, being naked, the shock of them outing me and then asking to basically sleep with me… It didn't end up being that difficult to say yes. And after that night, it just turned into a regular thing for us. It felt kinda … natural. For me, at least."

"Cory, that all sounds so—"

"—Weird?"

"Rapey."

"Oh god, I know." Cory buried his face in his hands. "But… Fuck, Steph, this was like one of my biggest fantasies, ever, coming true right in front of me. And it's not like they forced me, but … that also added to how hot the whole thing was."

"Right, but that's a fantasy, Cory," Stephanie reasoned. "They got you drunk… They took advantage of you. It sounds like they knew what they were doing. Like they planned it."

"I know." Cory sighed. "And even after that night, there have been other times where it didn't really feel like I had the option to say no." Cory would spare her the details of the other dudes he'd been "loaned" to over the months.

Stephanie was silent for a few moments, leaning back against the wall.

"It's a lot, isn't it?"

"That's an understatement." Stephanie sat up. "How do you feel about the whole setup now?"

"Good, for the most part," Cory said honestly. "Sometimes things are a little confusing. The line between friends and the sex stuff can get blurry. And I have no idea what happens in the future. It's not like either of them thinks of this as a relationship."

"Are you okay with that?" Stephanie watched his face for his reaction.

"I think so? I'm not exactly mad about not being a virgin anymore. And there are way worse people to lose your virginity to." Cory was blunt. "I can honestly say I have enjoyed everything we've done together, even the stuff I wasn't sure about at first."

"But you know you need to talk to them about this, right?" Steph said gently but firmly. "There's so much about this that is messed up. At the very least, you need to be able to talk to them about how it makes you feel."

"I know. I've needed to talk to them for a while now." Cory sighed again. "Thanks for not thinking I'm a kinky freak for any of this."

"Oh no, I absolutely think you're a kinky freak for all of this," Stephanie countered with a smile. "I just don't think there's anything wrong with being a kinky freak."

"Thanks?"

"No problem." Stephanie paused, her face sobering. "You know I'm here to help you however I can, right? Want me to come with you to talk to either of them?"

"No, that's okay," Cory reassured her. "I think this is something I need to do on my own… but can we skip second period too? I'd rather not talk to Derek right now…"

"Of course." Steph pulled him into a side hug. "Whatever you need."

Nic paced the hallway outside of Derek's first period class, Spanish, waiting for the bell. He had spent the last forty minutes trying to track down the source of the rumor, which turned out to be very difficult when everyone involved was in class. When the bell finally rang a few minutes later, Nic made a beeline for Derek, still standing up from his desk.

"Dude, we gotta talk, now ." Nic looked around to see if anyone was looking at him, paranoid.

"Sure, man. Everything okay?" Derek looked Nic up and down. Something was wrong.

"Not here. Come on." Nic took off out of the class, forcing Derek to jog to catch up when he made it out of the door. He led Derek outside and around the building, a spot where normally smokers would gather to hide from administrators.

" Leave ," Nic growled at the sole student in the area, a punky looking sophomore with pink hair. The look on Nic's face alone was enough for him to stub out his cigarette and hightail it out of there.

"What's going on, bro?" Derek asked once they were alone. "You're freaking me out."

"Someone knows." Nic paced. "Someone found out about me and Cory."

"What do you mean?" Derek was still confused.

"Someone saw us, man!" Nic almost yelled before remembering that he was trying to be discreet. "There's shit going around school today. People are saying that they saw me fucking Cory. That I'm gay."

"Oh, shit." Derek's eyes went wide. "Who's saying that? Who saw you?"

"I don't fucking know!" Nic dragged his hand through his hair in frustration. "That's why I'm talking to you. I hoped you would."

"I'm sorry, dude. I have no idea." Derek shrugged. "You know I wouldn't tell anyone."

"So what the fuck do I do, man?" Nic yell-whispered. "I need you help me find the asshole spreading this around and kick his ass."

"Nic, man… You gotta calm down," Derek tried to reason with his friend. "You're just working yourself up. Freaking out isn't exactly gonna make them seem untrue."

"Fuck you, dude!" Nic was no longer whispering. "This is all your fucking fault anyway! I wouldn't have done any of this shit if it wasn't for you. There wouldn't be rumors to spread around!"

"Nic—" It was too late. Nic had already turned away and took off.

Derek sighed. This wasn't going to end well. He spent the next couple of hours trying to figure out just what was going on and where the rumors were coming from. On top of Nic freaking out and running away, Derek also didn't see Cory in their chemistry class and also worried what that meant. If people were giving Nic shit, who knows what they were doing to Cory.

Unfortunately, it wasn't terribly easy to get information out of anyone in the middle of the school day. He did his best, but aside from some very, very light info he managed to overhear, he was forced to wait until lunch to do any real legwork. Once the bell rang, he started his search, trying to find people who had already heard the rumor without spreading it further. Derek really had to be careful about who he asked, not wanting to draw more attention to the rumors, or even worse, confirm them.

Eventually, Derek was also able to trace it back to the cheerleading team. Lunch was almost over, and he was seated, trying to figure out the best way to talk to the cheerleaders about this. The football players and cheerleaders were naturally very close, not to mention that Nic was dating their captain. The wrong question could get back to the wrong person, and if Nic was freaking out already, he might well have an aneurysm if Derek somehow made things worse.

"Hey, there you are." Derek looked up to see Cory speaking to him, looking no worse for wear. "Been looking for you all lunch."

"Oh, yeah, sorry." Derek wasn't sure what, if anything, Cory knew about. "Trying to figure some stuff out. What's up?"

"Well—" Cory was cut off by the bell signaling the end of lunch. "Crap. Can we talk after school? It's important."

"Everything okay?" Maybe he did hear about it?

"Yeah, it's just … not stuff to talk about at school." Cory started toward his next class. "See ya fifth period?"

"Yeah, Cor. Sure." Maybe not. "See you then."

As Cory turned and walked away, Derek hoped he hadn't noticed the few people who were watching them, talking to each other in hushed whispers. This was going to be a long day.

"Nic, baby, you have to calm down!"

Amy and Nic were sitting in a park not far from school. After Amy, who had heard but did not believe the rumors, saw how badly Nic was reacting to them, she took him off-campus to cool down. It didn't seem to be helping much, though.

"I can't. This is driving me nuts." Nic was pacing back and forth in front of the bench Amy was sitting on.

"They're just rumors, babe," Amy reassured him. "You know I don't believe them. In a week or two, no one will even remember this."

"That's easy for you to say!" Nic exclaimed. "It's not your reputation on the line."

"Why do you care so much about this?" Amy sighed. "It's just a stupid rumor. They go around school all the time!"

"Yeah because your teammates spread them around!" Nic accused.

"Hey, that's not fair; they don't start them!" Amy defended. "No one else on the team believes it either. I even told Jenna that Steve was probably just saying it because he was still pissed off at you over something stupid."

"Steve? Steve!? " Nic stopped dead in his tracks at the mention of that name, fuming. "I'm going to kick his fucking ass!"

"I didn't want to tell you because I knew you'd do this ." Amy sighed again. "Will you just sit down and chill out for a second?"

"No, fuck that." Nic was already making his way back toward the high school. "He's fucking dead ."

"So what did you want to talk about?" Derek asked as he and Cory walked toward his car from their fifth period chemistry class. The rest of the day had been surprisingly quiet, though that probably had something to do with there being no sign of Nic anywhere since that morning.

"Well, it's about the stuff between you, me, and Nic." Cory was understandably nervous to bring things up.

"Damn, I guess you did hear the rumors going around then," Derek said as he unlocked his car, throwing his backpack in the backseat. "Sorry, boy. They'll blow over soon enough though. Just stupid high school bullshit."

"Uh, what rumors?" Cory had no idea what Derek was talking about as he climbed into the passenger seat. "What's going on with Nic? I didn't see him all day."

"Shit," Derek cursed and started the car. "Okay, keep in mind that dumb stuff like this gets said all the time, and it always fizzles out, but … someone is saying they saw you and Nic having sex at the party after the game last weekend."

"What!?" Cory squawked. "Who's saying that!?"

"Don't know yet. That's what I was trying to figure out at lunch." Derek pulled out of the school parking lot and headed toward home. "It came from the cheerleaders, like it usually does, but because it's about Nic…"

"Asking them about it might make things worse," Cory finished Derek's thought.

"Right," Derek confirmed. "Nic found me after first period this morning, totally freaking out, but I haven't seen him since. He wasn't at lunch or in gym."

"I didn't see him at all. I skipped first and second period, but he wasn't in biology." Cory hadn't thought much of it at the time. "I hope he's okay."

"I think he will be; he just needs to calm down." Derek stopped the car at a red light and turned to Cory. "You seem to be taking it rather well, though."

"Enh. It's not like any of those people are my friends, and we've got what, a few months of school left?" Cory shrugged. "After you and Nic found out, and after telling Steph, it doesn't feel as scary."

"You came out to Stephanie?" Derek looked over in surprise.

"That's sorta what I wanted to talk to you about." Cory took a breath. "I talked to Stephanie this morning. She found out at the party that I had been fucking around with someone, and without meaning to, I kind of let it slip that it was you and Nic."

"Cory, you what !?" Derek's tone grew angry. "Fuck, that's probably where the rumor came from!"

"What? No. That's impossible," Cory reasoned. "I literally told her in the middle of first period today . She was with me through second. If Nic was already freaking out by then—"

"Okay, okay, it couldn't have been her." Now Derek sounded more annoyed then angry. "But you still shouldn't have told her."

"I didn't tell her," Cory continued defending himself. "She guessed after I told her that I had been messing around with two straight guys."

"Fuck, Cory! Why not just show her a picture of my dick in your mouth? You didn't think to lie a little to cover our tracks?" Derek groused as he pulled away from the now-green light. "Why were you even talking to her about it anyway? You should have just told her to mind her own business."

"Because I needed to talk to someone! A friend—someone who isn't you or Nic!" Now Cory was getting annoyed. "Not that either of you talk to me much these days anyways."

"What was that?" Derek's voice was icy.

"You and Nic never actually talk to me about any of this stuff!" Cory had started, and he wasn't going to stop until he got everything out. "You don't even really give me the option to say no to anything! You just tell me what I'm going to do or put me in a position where it would be hard or weird for me to not go along with it."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Derek gripped the steering wheel tightly. He did not like where this was heading.

"Everything! Blowing you guys at school, loaning me out to the daddy at the porn store, blowing Taylor, and now Julian! All of it!" Cory started listing his grievances. "Even how you started this. You guys got together and planned to get me drunk and then basically made me your sex slave! And you just assumed I'd be cool with all of it!"

"Well, you were, weren't you?" Derek was trying (and failing) to not raise his voice. "Or are you trying to tell me you haven't loved every second of this? That you haven't been having some of the best sex of your life?"

"That's not the point!" Cory was frustrated that Derek seemed to be completely ignoring what he was actually saying. "I hadn't had any kind of sex until you decided to change that for me! "

"Decided for you? You mean forced you, right?" Derek practically snarled. "Just say it, Cory. You're saying we raped you."

"What!?" Cory practically choked on air at the "r" word. "No, Derek, that's not what I mean—"

It was too late—Derek was already slowing the car down, pulling over to the side of the road.

"Get out of the car." He was not about to sit here in his own car and let someone accuse him of … that .

"Derek—"

" Get out of my fucking car, Cory ." Derek wouldn't even look at him, the anger radiating in waves.

"…Fine." Cory opened the door and stepped out, slamming it behind him. He heard the passenger window lower and turned to face it. Derek had made his point, hadn't he?

"Wouldn't want to force you to have to ride around in a car with your rapist ." As soon as he spat the last word out at Cory, Derek peeled off, leaving Cory on the sidewalk, mouth agape as he watched the car fade away down the road.

Nearly shaking with anger, Cory forced himself to turn again and start walking toward the Burger King. His hands shook as he reached for his phone, eventually managing to pull up his mother's info and call her.

"Hey, mom." Cory did his best to hide the emotion in his voice. "Can you come pick me up? I'm at the Burger King on Middleton."

"Sure, honey. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's fine," Cory lied. "I was hanging out with Derek, but he had an emergency and had to leave before he could bring me home."

"Okay, I'll see you in a few minutes."

"Thanks, Mom. Love you."

Cory ended the call and sat on a bench outside of the restaurant. He felt like crying or screaming or even laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. Instead, he stood up and walked inside. French fries helped everything.

"Where is he?" Nic stormed into the locker room, a man on a mission.

"Uh … who?" The poor confused JV football player looked around nervously.

"Steve," Nic spat out. "Where is that son of a bitch?"

"Aww, what's wrong Nicky? Your boyfriend too busy?" Steve taunted as he walked in from the showers. "Sorry, man. Not into dudes."

"Shut the fuck up, you lying sack of shit." Nic tore across the locker room and grabbed Steve by the shoulders, slamming him into the lockers behind him.

"Woah, man, relax." Steve held his hands up in feigned innocence. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"I'm going to knock your fucking teeth in."

"But Nic," Steve whispered low enough so that only Nic could hear him. "We both know I'm not lying. I saw you and that fag walking out of the garage together looking very, very cozy."

Nic's face paled slightly, though the look of rage never left it. Fuck. He did see them.

"Yeah, thought so," Steve sneered, still whispering. "Go ahead and kick my ass, Herrera. Really makes it look like you got nothing to hide."

"Dude." Nic felt a hand on his shoulder.

It was Taylor. He said nothing else, but that was enough. Nic looked around the locker room. Everyone was staring at him and Steve. Fuck. Nic let go of Steve and punched the locker behind him in anger before storming back out of the locker room wordlessly.

"What the fuck was his problem?" Steve asked no one in particular, not even bothering to hide the smirk on his face.

Cory couldn't stop checking his phone. He wasn't sure why—even if Derek had texted him, he didn't want to talk to him. He was still too angry. And hurt. And sad. Ugh. After his mom had picked him up, she had to head to work, having picked up a night shift at the warehouse. Not long after she left, it started raining—a storm off the coast would be sending them bands of rain all night. That left Cory alone with just the rain and his thoughts to keep him company. And the TV.

After setting his phone down for what felt like the hundredth time, Cory went to the kitchen to rustle up something for dinner. Cory eyed the leftovers in the fridge—cold spaghetti and meatballs—before deciding the day's events called for something a little more comforting. Mac and cheese it is!

After setting a pot of water to boil, Cory walked out to the living room and turned on the TV, flipping through the streaming apps until he found something funny and mindless to watch while he waited. Schitt's Creek re-runs seemed like just the thing he needed. Anything to take his mind off of the bullshit that was his day.

Eventually, Cory returned to the kitchen to add noodles to the now boiling water. Without the TV to distract him, his mind began to wander, always bringing him back to Derek. He kept replaying the conversation in the car over and over in his head. It just turned so quickly—Cory knew it wasn't going to be an easy talk, but when he was actually saying those things out loud, when he actually thought about the way things had gone, it just made him angry . And it was like Derek wasn't even listening to him. He just immediately got defensive. Was I too harsh?

Cory sighed as he drained the pasta. No. He said what needed to be said. It wasn't his fault that Derek didn't like hearing it. Hadn't he always told Cory he needed to stand up for himself more? Shaking the thoughts from his head, Cory finished making his dinner, mixing in the orange cheese powder as he walked back out to the living room. No one said comfort food had to be good for you.

For the next half-hour, it was just Cory, his food, and the TV. Cory finished eating just as an episode ended and went to the kitchen to throw his bowl in the sink before the next one started. He was just about to sit back down when someone knocked on the door. That was strange. Cory moved to the door and peered through the peephole. It was Nic.

"Nic?" Cory questioned as he opened the door. The football player looked like a drowned rat, like he'd been walking around in the rain all night. "What are you doing here?"

"Cory!" Nic offered a big smile. "I knew you'd answer for me!"

Nic stumbled in the doorway past Cory, who had an inkling of what was going on. Nic was drunk. Very drunk. And wet. But why? And why was he here?

"Are you okay?" Cory followed as Nic moved into the living room, almost tripping over himself as he tried to sit on the couch. "You are very drunk."

"Yes. No. Maybe." Nic stared at his feet. "I dunno."

"Yes, you're okay, or yes, you're drunk?" Cory wasn't sure why he asked. He knew the answer to both.

"Yes 'mdrunk. No 'mnot okay." Nic looked at, then cradled, his right hand for a moment. "Oww."

"What's wrong with your hand?" Cory held the offending limb gently. The skin was broken in a few places, and it looked bruised.

"Got angry. Punched a locker." Nic wiggled his fingers slightly. "Hurts. But the rum helped."

"Yeah, I hear it can do that." Cory chuckled at Nic's demeanor but noted that he could move all his fingers, so at least nothing was broken. "Come on. Let's clean this up."

"Okay." Nic allowed Cory to guide him from the couch to his bathroom, sitting on the toilet while Cory grabbed a towel and some bandages and peroxide.

"So what happened?" Cory knelt in front of Nic, holding his hand steady as he cleaned the injury.

"Steve saw us," Nic said plainly. "Friday, in the garage. He told people at school."

"Oh." Cory stopped what he was doing for a moment. "I'm sorry."

"'Sokay. Not your fault. Shoulda been more careful." Nic gave Cory a small smile. "Not like you get much of a say in it anyway."

"So, what happened next?" Cory chuckled again as he finished cleaning Nic's hand with the peroxide. If he only knew the headache he had from saying that earlier…

"Spent all day trying to find out who it was. Asked Derek, Amy…" Nic looked at his lap. "Amy told me it was Steve. Went to kick his ass. Didn't think. Everyone saw me freaking out."

"Shit." Cory wasn't sure what to say. "Maybe it'll all blow over?"

"Should've just ignored him. Did exactly what he wanted me to do," Nic mumbled into his lap. "Went straight home after. Stole Dad's rum, got drunk…"

"And then came here," Cory finished and started wrapping a bandage over the deep abrasions.

"No. Tried to go see Amy first." Nic got very quiet. "She won't talk to me."

"Oh." Cory tried not to feel slighted. "Sorry."

" Then I came here," Nic explained. "Knew you would help me."

"Yeah." Cory sighed. "That's what I'm here for, right?"

"Yeah, you're Cory." Nic used his uninjured hand to tilt Cory's head up toward him and smiled. "You're the best. You're always there for me."

Cory's face flushed at the tender praise and attempted to pull his head away.

"You always take care of me…" Nic held him in place gently, looking softly into the smaller boy's eyes. Then, wordlessly, he lowered his head, drawing Cory's closer to his, until finally, their lips were touching.

Oh. Oh wow. This is… This is nice . Nic slowly moved his lips against Cory's, finishing with a small smack before capturing his mouth again. Cory did his best to match what Nic was doing, never having actually kissed someone before. He suddenly understood why he was forced to watch so many horny straight couples sucking face at school. Kissing was great.

Some water dripped from Nic's hair onto Cory and suddenly his eyes flew open. Nic was kissing him. Nic was kissing him . Why was Nic kissing him?! Cory didn't have long to contemplate before he felt Nic's tongue gently swiping at his lips. Instinctively, Cory opened his mouth, allowing Nic to dip his tongue in and rub it against Cory's, who again did his best to follow Nic's lead. Cory moaned lightly as he closed his eyes again, tasting the spice of the rum on Nic's breath as he probed further.

The two boys continued to lock lips in the bathroom for a few minutes longer before Nic pulled away, drawing out an involuntary whine from Cory who tried to chase his mouth. Still smiling, he stood and helped the boy to his feet, leading him by the hand to Cory's bedroom. Once inside, he pulled Cory toward him before pushing him onto his back on the bed and climbing on after him.

Cory watched as Nic climbed over him, settling between his spread legs. He held himself up with his arms, looking down into Cory's face, still smiling that same soft smile. Cory's face felt so hot, all the blood rushing between there and his crotch. Nic wasn't saying anything, and Cory didn't want to either out of fear of breaking whatever spell he was under, even if the wet clothes did feel cold against him.

Nic lowered himself atop Cory, his weight pressing them both down into the mattress. He again captured Cory's mouth with his own, this time grinding his rapidly growing cock against Cory's thigh. Cory groaned into Nic's open mouth as they kissed, the feeling of Nic against his own hard cock leaving him gasping. He felt the stubble on Nic's face scrape against his own, the hint of roughness pushing Cory further into his headspace.

All of Cory's moans and whines beneath him drove Nic to go farther, to get rougher. He began to push more into Cory's mouth, dominating his tongue as they battled, mapping out the interior of Cory's mouth. The aggression only turned Cory on more as he worked to move his tongue against Nic's without ever trying to take charge of the kiss. Nic drew his good hand up and cupped Cory's face, holding him in place and making Cory whimper as his mouth was plundered.

Spurred on by Cory's submission, Nic started using his teeth, biting at Cory's lips as they kissed. He growled, holding them between his teeth before driving his tongue deep into Cory's mouth. Cory could only moan and do his best to keep up.

As their kissing grew rougher, so did their dry humping. Nic ground his hips down, pressing Cory deep into the mattress. Cory whimpered with each scrape of Nic's hips, the rough denim of his jeans easily overtaking the thin cotton of his shorts.

After pulling back for a moment, Nic kneeled up, towering over Cory. He pulled his wet t-shirt up and over his head, revealing a damp furry chest and stomach. Smirking as Cory ogled him, he tugged on Cory's own shirt, silently instructing him to take it off. As Cory fumbled to pull it up, Nic undid the fly on his jeans, shucking them and his underwear down in one smooth motion. Cory threw his shirt from the bed just as Nic was leaning back down to kiss him again, somewhat awkwardly shuffling his jeans the rest of the way down his legs, kicking them off to join his shirt.

Nic and Cory quickly returned to making out. The rough hair on Nic's chest rubbed against Cory's own light fuzz. The skin-on-skin contact had Cory shivering, and he wrapped his arms around Nic's back to pull him closer. Reaching up into Cory's hair, Nic tugged his face to the side as he began moving his mouth toward his ears, making Cory buck and shudder as he sucked and nibbled along the ridge.

Tightening his grip to hold Cory in place, Nic moved from the ear down Cory's neck. At first leaving only a trail of light, wet kisses, he gradually began to scrape his teeth over his sub's skin. As Cory continued to moan, he tightened his arms and scraped his nails down Nic's back, all while Nic sucked on Cory's neck, worrying the skin between his teeth.

"Oh, fuck, sir," Cory exclaimed as he grabbed Nic's back more tightly. He was probably going to have a hickey, but he really didn't care anymore. He turned his head even farther to the side to give Nic better access to his neck.

Nic growled when Cory moved, seeing his canvas expand. He bit into Cory's skin, leaving marks up and down from his neck to his collarbone. He removed the hand from Cory's hair and brought it down to the waistband of Cory's shorts and tugged, attempting to pull them down under Cory's ass. When Cory felt what he was trying to do, he lifted his ass, allowing them to be pulled down to his legs, where he somewhat awkwardly attempted to help with their removal.

"Fuck it," Nic growled as he tore himself away from Cory's neck, lifting and then ripping Cory's shorts from his legs. "Lube."

Cory nodded his head in understanding, scooting himself farther up the bed so that he could reach his nightstand. He opened the top drawer and fumbled blindly inside for the tube. Once he had it, he moved back to his previous position, handing it to Nic before lying back beneath him.

Nic popped the cap on the tube, squirting a small amount of the clear slick liquid onto his fingers. Then he dropped back down onto the bed, this time next to rather than on top of Cory. He snaked his injured arm under Cory's neck, pulling him back in for another kiss while his lube-covered fingers dove between Cory's legs, behind his balls.

Cory still couldn't entirely believe this was happening. He whimpered in Nic's mouth as he felt a slippery finger rubbing against his hole. He spread his legs farther, silently urging Nic to do more. He smiled as he felt a second finger join the first before they began to slowly prod at his entrance.

As the whimpers grew louder, Nic grew bolder and continued to slowly stretch Cory's hole with his fingers as they made out. Soon Nic was pumping three of his fingers in and out of Cory's hole, nearly down to the last knuckle. Cory continued to moan and groan into Nic's mouth as they kissed, attempting to lift his hips to meet Nic's fingers. Cory felt Nic's mouth twist into a grin against his own, Cory's movements telling him that he was ready for the real thing.

Nic pulled his hand from Cory's hole, moving to kneel between his spread legs. He grabbed the lube bottle, popping the cap and applying it up and down his shaft as he tossed the bottle to the side, close enough to reach if they needed it later. Nic grabbed Cory's legs and lifted them to his shoulders, shuffling forward until his cock met Cory. He rubbed the slick length up and down his boy's ass, swiping repeatedly over the hole and making it twitch and furl.

Nic locked eyes with Cory as he pressed forward, the head of his cock easily popping into the well-prepped hole. Once inside, he grabbed Cory's legs, moving them from his shoulders to his elbows. That meant he was able to bend Cory's body—and his own—enough for their mouths to meet. Nic eagerly kissed Cory again as he felt inch after inch of his cock slowly sinking into Cory's hole. Cory whimpered around Nic's tongue as his hole was stretched, sucking on the rum-flavored appendage from instinct.

Nic growled as he felt Cory's ass swallow the last few inches of his cock. He ground their hips together, flexing his cock and forcing more noises from the beleaguered boy. Without ever disconnecting their mouths, Nic pulled his cock back slowly, pushing it back once only the head remained inside. He kept up this languid pace as he continued to kiss Cory slowly and deeply.

If Cory's eyes were open, he was sure they'd be rolling to the back of his head. The kissing, the rough feel of Nic's stubble and teeth, the heat of their bodies and breaths, the fact that he was getting fucked … It was true sensory overload for the poor boy. He scraped his nails along Nic's back as the pace of the fucking picked up. He never wanted it to stop.

Eventually, Nic had to come up for air, and he tore himself away from Cory. Moving back to a kneeling position, he let Cory's legs drop to the bed as both boys caught their breath. He looked down at Cory's body hungrily, flushed and covered in sweat. He reached down and gave his cock a few squeezes, then once again grabbed Cory's legs, this time by the backs of his thighs. He pushed them back and down, as best he could with his injured hand, and spread Cory's ass to reveal his slightly gaping entrance. He shuffled forward, using his hips to guide his cock once more toward Cory's hole, resting the head against the ring of muscle.

"Oh, fuck," Cory whispered as he looked down, nearly able to see his hole as Nic's cock prepared to spear it open again.

The exclamation had Nic's eyes flashing up to meet Cory's, still wearing the same hungry expression he had most of the night. Gripping Cory's thighs tightly, he pushed forward, reentering Cory's ass with little resistance. He wasted no time, pulling back as soon as he was fully seated. He continued to pump Cory's hole at a languid pace, looking down at the boy as he moaned and groaned as his hole was used.

"Oh, fuuuuuuck," Cory repeated, biting into his wrist as he felt as his prostate was slammed.

Nic saw Cory's toes begin to curl, felt the way his hole was starting to spasm and grip him tightly—Cory was going to cum. He tightened his grip on Cory's thighs, pushing them even farther back as he sped up the pace of his thrusts. He made sure to angle his cock, grazing over the fun-button inside Cory's ass with each pass. He could feel his heavy nuts swinging, slapping into Cory's ass with each slam home.

Cory let out a high-pitched yelp as he felt Nic increase the intensity of the fuck. He could feel his muscles tightening and spasming without his control as Nic pushed him closer and closer to orgasm. His legs struggled futilely against Nic's solid grip as he gripped the bed tightly with his free hand when it finally washed over him, muffling a low moan with his wrist still in his mouth.

Nic growled as he felt Cory milking him as he came. His pace never let up as he continued to force his thick cock into a hole that was squeezing him tightly. He watched as Cory's body relaxed after he came, though only for a moment. Soon enough the signs of another approaching orgasm became apparent, and Cory was once again gripping the bed tightly. Nic fucked his cock in and out of Cory's hole as fast as he could, loving the noises Cory made as his body once again began to cum entirely by Nic's doing.

Cory felt Nic slow to a stop as he recovered from his second dry orgasm. He opened his eyes tentatively, looking up to see Nic smiling down cockily, dick still buried inside of him. Gently, Nic released Cory's legs, bending down once more to kiss him, cock fully hilted. Cory instinctively wrapped his legs around Nic's waist, pulling him in even closer. He had to tilt his hips up at this angle, but he didn't care.

Soon after they began kissing, Nic started thrusting again, though much shallower than before. The pace was more languid as they made out, Nic lazily fucking his way in and out of Cory. He grabbed onto the sub's hair, tugging it to the side and once again attacking his ears with his tongue and teeth. He slowly sucked and nibbled on the outside of his ear, hearing Cory's mouth whimper and feeling his hole spasm.

Nic continued to steadily drive his cock in and out of Cory's hole, moving from his ear once more to his neck. As Cory moaned into Nic's own neck, he gradually sped up his thrusting, though still not reaching his previous speeds. It felt less like fucking than it did a steady grind, his cock pushing and stretching the walls of Cory's hole. Cory's hands were on his back, gripping him tighter with each pass of his cock.

Cory felt Nic's breath against his neck grow heavy as he continued to bite and suck at the skin. It felt like he had planted both of his thighs against Cory's and was using his weight to keep his ass angled just right for his dick. He ran his hands down Nic's back, lifting himself from the bed so he could grab at Nic's ass. He felt the thick, hairy muscles flex and release as Nic thrust, and he held on tightly as they drove forward, as if attempting to pull his sir even farther into himself.

Nic rumbled happily against Cory's neck as his ass was gripped, the sudden contact making his hips stutter. That was new. He bit into Cory's shoulder as he sped up, enjoying the way Cory pulled him closer with every thrust. He felt Cory's hole spasm again, and the knowledge that the boy was once again close to cumming goaded him to start chasing his own. He released Cory's hair, placing both of his arms on either side of his head while gripping the top of the mattress tightly with his good hand. The added leverage allowed him to speed up as he ground his cock into Cory's ass, literally pulling himself up as he fucked.

No longer able to keep up with the pace or force behind the thrusts, Cory held onto Nic's back as he rode the remainder out. He could feel that he was about to cum again and braced himself as the tell-tale signs began washing over him once more. He wasn't even sure of the noises he was making. At this point, it was all he could do to hold on. As his stomach muscles tightened, he felt the explosion centered on his hole once more.

As soon as he felt Cory relax post-orgasm, Nic started slamming his cock home. It only took a few thrusts before he was pushed over the edge and buried his cock as deeply within Cory as he could. He felt the first shot of cum leave his cock and with each subsequent shot used his grip on the mattress to push farther into Cory. Six or seven blasts later, Nic collapsed on top of Cory, both of them catching their breaths as they came down from their sex high.

As his brain came back online, Cory remembered he still had no idea why this was happening and realized that it must be a fluke.

Cory bounced up and down as he rode Nic's cock. It was only a half an hour later, and the two were still in Cory's bedroom. After their first round, Nic had extracted himself and grabbed a towel from the hamper to clean the two of them up. Neither had spoken a word, a comfortable silence passing between them as Nic worked. As he wiped the cum and lube from Cory's ass, the boy whimpered, which in turn made Nic's dick twitch, the appendage already waking back up. Unable to resist, Nic continued to tease Cory's sensitive, used hole, squeezing his own cock with his free hand.

And so, only thirty minutes later, Cory was once again speared on Nic's cock, this time on top. He held onto Nic's shoulders as he rode his lap, using the larger boy's frame to keep himself steady. Nic's hands were on Cory's ass, helping to lift and lower the tight hole he was currently occupying. He squeezed and gave one of Cory's cheeks a smack as he ground his hips down onto Nic's.

Cory's eyes were closed until he felt Nic's warm mouth suddenly encase one of his nipples. Looking down, he watched as Nic licked and bit at his chest, first the left side and then the right. He sucked each of Cory's nipples into his mouth, biting gently at the pink nubs. He opened his mouth wide to take in as much of Cory's pec into his mouth as he could, growling around the flesh in his teeth as Cory continued to ride him.

Cory wasn't sure if it was the angle or the added stimulation of Nic's hands and mouth, but he felt yet another orgasm approaching. This one also felt like it might be more on the wetter side of things.

"Fuck, need a towel," Cory managed to get out. "Gonna pee."

Nic nodded but never removed his mouth, reaching blindly on the bed for the towel he had just used to clean them up. He stuffed it between their two stomachs and encased Cory's cock in the fabric. That would just have to do for now. He continued to bite and suck on Cory's chest as he was ridden, no intention of stopping regardless.

Satisfied with the towel, Cory stopped fighting his orgasm, nearly collapsing forward onto Nic's chest as he felt his cock begin to spray, soaking the towel. As the damp material grew warm, he just hoped it would be enough to prevent any leaks.

An hour later and Cory was in the bathroom, starting up the shower. Nic had fucked him for another thirty minutes before cumming and had wrung orgasm after orgasm from Cory's hole. The towel had long been soaked with Nic eventually tossing the offending material from the bed. He didn't fucking care, and if Cory had been able to think coherently, he probably wouldn't have either. Once Nic finally came, the two passed out, collapsing together in a wet, sweaty heap on the bed.

Cory had woken up after a small nap, though Nic was still snoring deeply, probably because of the alcohol. After using another towel to clean up what he could, Cory moved to the bathroom to clean himself up. As he waited for the water to turn warm, he started to replay the day's events. Or at least he tried to until the bathroom door opened behind him just as he was stepping into the shower. It was Nic.

He crossed the bathroom quickly, stepping into the shower behind Cory without saying a word. He didn't really need to—Cory could see that he was once again hard. He grabbed Cory and kissed him hard before spinning him around and pushing him against the shower wall. At least Cory hadn't had a chance to clean the cum and lube from his ass just yet.

It was well after midnight when the two boys finally slept, both passed out in Cory's bed after one last fuck session. It was 2:00 a.m. when Nic woke up, finally having sobered up from all the rum. And it was 2:15 a.m. when he quietly climbed off of Cory's bed and got dressed, leaving the house and locking the door behind him as he returned to his own.

What the fuck was he thinking?