6. Nicholas

6

I felt like I was in a fever dream.

I'd only gotten home a few minutes ago, the sun coming up behind me as I pulled into the driveway. I'd assumed that Parker would still be asleep, unconcerned and unbothered with thoughts about our hook up at the bar. It made me nervous, walking into a situation where I didn't have all the information, where Parker would've definitely had the upper hand.

But I knew that if I was ever going to nip this in the bud, I needed to confront it head on.

There was no getting around Parker running through my head, which meant that it was time to cut things off at the source. Even if it resulted in a rather painful rejection, it was better than driving myself crazy thinking about touching him again, having him on his knees again, when there was still a chance that Parker may have wanted to keep things platonic between us.

Imagine my surprise when I heard Parker calling out my name.

It happened as soon as I stepped into the house. At first, I wondered if he'd left the TV on, if there was some kind of muffled video playing on his phone. But when I heard him say my name for a second time, desire dripping off every letter, it sent sparks straight through me. I couldn't stop myself from heading to the bathroom, from walking through the steam and getting a good look at him, drinking in every part of him.

Parker.

My Parker.

That usual tinge of possessiveness flowed through me now, too. I wanted to own every part of him. I wanted to take him into my arms and make him say my name like that again, this time between the sheets, my hands eagerly exploring every bit of his skin.

Instead, I was going to settle for meeting him where he was, specks of water flying onto me as I stood on the other side of the shower. Once he told me that he wanted me, I hastily made quick work of my clothes, letting them fall to the floor as my gaze remained locked on Parker's. When I was fully naked, I stepped into the shower, pressing my chest against him, not stopping until his back was resting against the wall.

"You smell like smoke," Parker whispered as he looked up at me. "Is that how you always smell? After one of your shifts?"

"Only if there's been a fire," I murmured back as I ran one of my hands through his wet hair. "Otherwise, I think I tend to smell pretty good."

"The smoke smells good, too," he replied. "It smells like…"

"Like what?"

"Like it belongs on you." He smiled after he spoke. "Like it's some kind of cologne that nature picked out just for you."

"Thanks for the compliment, I think." I lightly chuckled, taking his face into my hands before pressing a kiss against his lips. Despite our casual conversation, the kiss was laced with urgency, my tongue sliding into his mouth, exploring it like I was down to my last breath. He kissed me back with the same sense of urgency, like he was desperate for oxygen, and he wanted us to share that same breath between us until neither of us had anything left in our lungs.

Eventually, I broke off the kiss, curiosity forming a question that soon formed on my lips.

"What were you thinking about?"

"What?"

"When you were calling out for me," I clarified, warm water cascading down my arms. "What were you thinking about?"

"Oh. Uh…" Parker let out a nervous laugh. "I don't know if we really need to get into it?—"

"Tell me," I commanded, my voice deepening with the request. "Now, Parker. Tell me right now."

"Fine… Okay…" Parker took in a deep breath before he went on. "I was just… I was thinking about… what it was going to be like when you came home…"

"Did you figure I was going to jump into the shower with you? First thing?" I smirked.

"No. I…" Parker's cheeks burned red as he avoided my gaze. "I thought maybe I would end up on my knees in front of you again…"

"In front of me doing what, Parker?"

"Sucking you off," he answered, his eyes suddenly coming back to meet mine, something heated behind them. "I was thinking about how good it would feel to blow you again, Nicholas. That's what I was thinking about."

"Huh. Interesting." I nodded, as if I was giving it consideration, as if I hadn't already made up my mind the second that I'd stepped into this shower with him. "How about we find out right now?"

"Nicholas—"

"Get on your knees for me, Parker," I instructed.

And soon enough, Parker did exactly what he was told, carefully maneuvering down to the bottom of the shower before finding his place on his knees.

"Open your mouth."

Parker subtly nodded before he parted his lips for me, patiently waiting for my next instruction. I didn't say another word as I slowly slid my cock into his mouth, not stopping until I could feel the length of it resting comfortably against his tongue. Parker winced underneath me, but it didn't look like he was in pain.

More like he'd been taken by surprise.

"Good boy, there you go," I murmured as I grabbed a fistful of Parker's hair, starting to guide his mouth up and down my cock. "Just like that…"

Parker moaned against my shaft as he bobbed his head up and down, following in the same direction as my guiding palm.

Fuck.

Parker's mouth on me felt like absolute magic. I could tell my cock was growing harder and harder between his lips, the tip already leaking with precome. I groaned as I continued guiding his head, as he eagerly sucked me off, all at the same time. There was a certain pattern to it, a push and pull that was driving me closer and closer to the edge.

But just before I went all the way over, I moved away from Parker, pulling my cock away from his lips.

"Nicholas?" Parker seemed puzzled as he stared up at me. "What's wrong? Did I do something?—"

"Come to bed with me." It was all I said as I started to move out of the shower, reaching for a nearby towel. Honestly, if I'd tried to say anything more than that, I probably would've fumbled over my words. All the blood in my body felt like it was all going to the same place, thoughts of Parker bent over for me too tempting to resist, too impossible to ignore.

By the time I reached the bedroom, I didn't need to turn around to know that Parker was right behind me. When I felt his hand lightly brushing along my back, I turned toward him, pulling him in tight as I kissed him again, like the whole world was threatening to melt around us. I then brought my lips down to his neck, kissing him there just as fiercely, before reaching for his palms and pulling him toward the mattress.

A few seconds later and he landed softly on his back, my body soon hovering over his.

"Fuck, Parker. You have no fucking idea how much I want you," I whispered against his ear as I reached for the bedside drawer, my fingers feeling around for a familiar sort of plastic. "You have no fucking idea."

"Oh, I think I have some idea…" Parker chuckled. "I think your idea is driving into my thigh right now."

I wanted to say something stern in response but all I could do was chuckle, too.

Fuck.

How was he this disarming? Even while he was submitting to my every whim, there was still something so playful about him, something so present. I'd never experienced anything like it before, someone so submissive while still holding their own.

Someone who always presented a challenge.

A challenge.

I went still at the realization, at the sudden understanding that even though things with Parker felt strangely familiar, I'd never been with a man before. While I'd have nothing to compare Parker to, there could've been a laundry list of experiences Parker could compare me to, mentally cataloging me among his best or his worst.

A few seconds later, I shook myself out of it, finally grabbing the condom out of the drawer. I convinced myself that if I was doing a bad job, Parker would have no problem letting me know, his frankness typically shining through with no effort. I placed the condom into one of Parker's palms, before I sat back on the bed, waiting.

"Put it on me," I said, filling in the gaps I was certain had just appeared in Parker's head. "Roll it down my cock."

Parker nodded and rolled the condom down my cock, his movements thoughtful, like he wanted to make sure he got it absolutely right. When he was finished, I pressed him back toward the bed, but was met with resistance, his frame not complying with my unspoken command.

"Wait." Parker held up a finger, soon shuffling away from the bed, entirely. He moved toward his things in the corner, rustling through them before he pulled out a small, clear bottle. When he came back, he placed the small bottle into my grip, which was when I immediately realized that it was lube.

"You should probably use that on me first," he suggested, before he shifted back into place in front of me.

Right. Of course.

I took a deep breath as I pushed his legs back toward him, giving me complete access to his waiting hole. I then spread the lube across my palm, rubbing my hands together, warming it before I brought a finger toward him. I started to massage his hole, running the lube across it, wanting to make sure that he was truly ready for my cock…

And then, I slipped a finger fully inside of him.

"Nicholas! Fuck!" Parker groaned as his head fell back against the pillows. Satisfied with myself and his reaction, I began to move my finger, gently thrusting it in and out of his sensitive hole, loving the way he writhed against the bed.

A second finger soon joined the first, still moving in and out, stretching him until he could've comfortably taken every inch of my cock. Parker seemed to be lost in the pleasure of it all, his eyes closed as his hips bucked against my fingers, like he was trying to get them even deeper inside of him.

Just as Parker shamelessly bucked his hips yet again, I replaced my fingers with my cock, pushing up to meet him as he came down against me.

"Fuck! Oh, my God…" Parker cried out as I grabbed for either side of his waist, keeping him in place as I started to move.

My pace was merciless, without giving Parker a chance to match it, without giving him a chance to catch his breath. I was mesmerized by the look on his face, the way his mouth fell open with moan after moan, the way his eyes were completely blown out by desire, like he never wanted this to end.

Fuck.

I didn't think I wanted it to end, either.

"Nicholas… Nicholas…" My name was on Parker's lips, as his cock bounced against my stomach with my every thrust. "I can't… I can't…"

"Yes, you can, Parker," I replied, still fucking him just as hard as before. "You can take this. You can handle every fucking inch of me."

Parker whimpered underneath me, his bouncing cock now leaking with precome. A few more thrusts and his come was spraying all against my chest, marking my skin with white rope after white rope. I watched as his hands desperately grasped for the sheets as he came, twisting them between his fingers as he completely fell apart for me, as he gave me everything he had.

Fuck.

That was so fucking hot.

I thrust against him a few more times, my own shaft surging with pleasure as I finished inside him. When all was said and done, I collapsed beside him on the bed, my breaths heavy and deep as I called on a breathing technique that I'd picked up during my days as an athlete.

"That was…" Parker started, his words trailing off. "I mean… Fuck."

"Fuck, indeed." I nodded in agreement, my mind still blown from the encounter. "You're something else, you know that, Parker?"

"Something else like what?"

"Something else like I don't know," I admitted, before letting out a small laugh. "I just… I know that I really like fucking you."

"Aww. What every guy wants to hear." Parker laughed, too, before his gaze drifted down my chest. "Shit. Are you going to hop in the shower again? Or did you want me to grab you a towel or?—"

I shook my head as I casually dragged a finger through Parker's trail of come, right before sliding that same finger between my lips. "No need. I've been curious about how you taste…"

I watched his reaction as I tasted his come, a mix of awe and desire lighting up his expression.

"I…" Parker mumbled as he stared over at me. "I think I need to…"

"You think you need to what?"

Parker started and stopped, his mouth opening and closing like he was searching for the right thing to say. "I think I need to lie down. Just for a minute."

"You're already lying down, aren't you?"

"I mean, take a nap. Maybe?" he suggested. "Or is that not a cool thing to say when you're an adult?"

"A nap sounds good to me, too, actually. I woke up so early to go in…"

"Okay. Good." Parker nodded as he spoke. "So, we'll get a few hours of shuteye, and then maybe we'll figure out whatever the hell this is?—"

"Go to sleep, Parker."

"I was just saying?—"

"Seriously. Go to sleep," I commanded, throwing him a serious look. "You're no good to Mother Nature when you're tired."

"What's Mother Nature got to do with anything?"

"I'll tell you when we wake up."