Chapter 8

CHAPTER EIGHT

Nicky was overly attentive over the next two days. He stuck to my ass like glue. Cass tried to give me space, as did Sam, and I wasn't sure if that was what I needed or not, but I felt better just knowing they were there.

Another thing I noticed? Nicky was very handsy. He was just an affectionate guy by nature, and I knew from observing him that he was constantly horny, like every second of the day. He couldn't seem to keep his hands off me. Maybe because we were becoming closer and he felt safe with me? I wasn't sure what the reason was, but one thing I did know was that I didn't mind at all.

I liked the way his touch felt—familiar and comforting, but also, he made my dick hard. The whole game of me constantly wondering about his motives was exciting and kept me on edge. Was he just being sweet, or was he flirting with me? I hoped both.

I was even getting used to his giggling.

On the day before we were to leave for Key West, Sam and Cass went to the store to stock up on supplies, leaving me alone with Nicky.

"I'm gonna go take a shower," I called out, grabbing a clean pair of clothes from my duffel bag.

He was in the kitchen, getting a head start on dinner. I didn't take long in the shower since I'd already jacked off earlier that morning, but when I pulled the curtain, there was Nicky, sitting on the countertop, swinging his legs.

"Jesus Christ, warn a guy first." My heart pounded furiously. He'd fucking jump-scared me.

"Just came to ask if you wanted garlic bread or breadsticks."

"Uh, either? Both?"

He had his answer, yet he remained seated on the countertop, his gaze raking down my wet body. Such a little flirt. I didn't even bother to hide my reaction, stepping out from the shower stall proudly.

"I love your body," he admitted shyly. "We're the same age, but you look so different from me, so… manly."

Laughing, I asked, "Manly? And what does that make you?"

"Please," he scoffed. "My body looks like it did when I was twelve. "

He wasn't wrong. His chest was hairless, smooth, and flat. There was no muscle beneath his pecs. The hair leading down to his groin was so sparse and fine that it could barely be defined as a happy trail. More like a complacent path than a happy trail. Nicky was skin and bones packed into a five-foot-six frame. Hell, his mop of dark, wavy hair probably weighed more than his entire body.

"You should see my dick," he announced, hopping down from the counter.

He dropped his pants enough to pull his dick out, and he was right; I couldn't even tell if it was hard or soft. There were only about three inches showing. No, make that four. It was growing the longer I stared.

"Daddy and Uncle Sam call it a baby pricklet."

"A what?" I choked, trying not to laugh.

"A pricklet. They said that you can barely feel it when it pricks you. They have dicks and cocks," he advised me, giggling again. "And so do you," he pointed at my now hard cock.

"Do you want to touch it?" Please say yes, please say yes.

"I can't, not until I ask my Daddy for permission. But," he bit his bottom lip, "I want to."

His eyes continued to linger, and I tightened the muscles in my ass, making my dick kick for him. His eyes flared wide, and he giggled. And just for that moment, I forgot all about my father, and the fact that I was now homeless, my future uncertain. I was happy, genuinely happy, just for a fleeting moment, but that was all I needed. Snagging him around his bare hip, I pulled him close to me, smashing his cock against mine. Nicky gasped, his plush lips parting. I stared at it, my head descending closer to his, feeling his warm breath puff across my lips, and knew that I was going to kiss him. I had to.

I caught his bottom lip between my teeth, and when he didn't stop me, sucked it between my lips, taking long pulls until it became puffy. When I released it, he chased my mouth, and I caught his lips in a crushing kiss, sliding my tongue inside his mouth to tangle with his. I only meant to taste him for a moment, but the kiss went on and on, crushing me with explosive desire. I pushed my hips against his and he whined, pushing back.

"Mattie," he whimpered. Nicky was a bottom, which meant he was begging for my cock.

A dozen thoughts entered my mind, making me pause just long enough for Nicky to come to his senses and pull back.

His cheeks were flaming red, and he was breathing heavily. "I really need to ask my Daddy for permission before we do that again." He cupped his dick, squeezing it, and I tugged his pants back up.

Look at that, he made it to five whole inches.

"Do you want to do it again?"

"I wouldn't be asking permission if I didn't."

"I've never…" I swallowed hard, looking into his eyes.

"I know, but you have nothing to worry about. From what I just saw, you'll do fine."

I grabbed a towel from the hook on the wall and wrapped it around my hips. Nicky didn't budge. Leaning against the tiled wall, I tried to look casual, but felt anything but inside my chaotic head. My chest was just as messy, with my heart threatening to beat right out of it. "I want my first time to be with you, Nicky."

He couldn't have looked more surprised. "Me? Not Sam?"

"Maybe he'll be there, and Cass, but I want it to be with you." I grabbed another towel to dry my hair, staring into the mirror as I explained. "I feel safe with you. My feelings come naturally and, I don't know, I feel like if I mess up or something, you don't care."

Nicky snorted. "Not to mention that with Sam, you're the one getting fucked, and he's got a huge, thick cock."

I shivered, wondering what it would feel like to take his cock. It'd probably hurt like hell the first time.

"Maybe we could practice? So I could work up to him."

"Sure! That's what I did. But if you really want to learn, you should ask Sam. I know he'll make you feel safe."

"He probably thinks I'm an idiot. "

"He does not!"

"He does. He's constantly pointing out what I'm doing wrong."

"Maybe because he wants the best for you."

"Or he thinks I'm an idiot," I insisted.

"He wouldn't waste his time with you if he thought that. You should ask him how he feels. He'll tell you. Sam is the most honest person I know."

I stared at him in the mirror. "You always have such good things to say about him. It's like you see someone entirely different than I do." Although he was there when I needed him, and although he had a funny way of showing kindness to me, I could feel that he cared.

"What do you see?" Nicky asked.

"Someone incredibly loyal to his friends. Someone that doesn't let newcomers in easily. Sam is hella smart and capable and strong, and sometimes he's even funny, but sometimes, he makes me want to crush him in my fist," I finished in my best He-Man voice. Nicky laughed, like I'd hoped he would.

"I bet you'd be surprised what he thinks of you. You should definitely ask him."

The morning we were to leave, I finally had Sam all to myself as we drove together to the marina in the early morning hours.

"What's on your mind, Mattie-boy? I can hear you thinking."

I stared out the window, watching the scenery pass by. There was no way I could look him in the eye as I asked him, "Was just wondering what you think of me."

Sam snorted, then full out laughed, until he realized I was serious and quieted down.

"I think," he said, sliding his arm around the backrest of my seat, "that you're not so bad, when your mouth is shut, or you're not standing around in my way, and when you're not cooking up schemes with your sidekick."

"So, basically, you hate me."

He rubbed the shell of my ear, making me shiver. "Don't kid yourself. I never hated you. I just have a low tolerance for brats, and you were such a fucking brat." His fingers toyed with my earlobe. It felt intimate, and I wanted to lean in and push him further. "But you've been a lot less bratty lately. Maybe you're not so bad after all."

I glanced sideways at him, afraid to meet his stare full on. "Thanks?"

Sam chuckled. He pulled into the marina, parking in his usual spot by the boathouse that doubled as a mechanic workshop. Sam shut the truck off, but didn't move to get out. Instead, he unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to face me. He caught my chin, his thumb brushing over my jaw.

"I think you're smart as hell and you've got a huge heart. I think you're capable of things that you haven't even begun to imagine yet, and I think you could be a lot more trouble for me than I originally guessed."

Fuck it, this was my moment, and I wasn't letting it slip away. I leaned across the console, intending to kiss him, but he stopped me with a hand on my chest.

"Don't play with me, boy. Figure out what it is you want before you pull my chain."

Swallowing past the knot forming in my throat, I nodded slowly. "I'm starting to get a very clear idea of what I want."