8. Nash

CHAPTER 8

NASH

It might have been crass of Nash to all but demand to see Damon right after his date with Taylor, but he'd been on the edge of his seat all night. It wasn't that he was jealous. Was he? That's something he'd thought about for hours. But he wasn't angry or upset they were together. He'd genuinely wanted them to have a good time.

So it couldn't be jealousy he was feeling. But it might've been, at least a little, because the minute he opened his door for Damon, he'd yanked him inside and pressed him against the wall. No time was wasted in kissing Damon. He tasted the way he always had, and Nash found that he was in fact disappointed that he couldn't taste Taylor on Damon's mouth. But he could smell him on his clothes. A light, spicy scent clung to Damon.

He wasn't jealous that Taylor was out with Damon. He was… God, he wanted Taylor to want him too, and it stung to know that he didn't. Not enough to worry over, though. He'd still be happy for Damon and Taylor.

"Miss me?" Damon laughed against Nash's mouth.

"How'd it go?" Nash asked.

"It was…" Damon sighed. "It was fucking great, actually. We talked about you a lot."

Nash's eyebrows hit his hairline, and Damon laughed at him again, seemingly content to stay where Nash had plastered him against the wall.

"Don't look so shocked, Nash. Of course we were going to talk about you. He had questions about us."

Nash kissed Damon again to hide the flicker of disappointment. Of course that's why they were talking about him. Because he'd said he was okay with the two of them dating. And he was. That hadn't changed. It made no sense to be upset about a thing he said could happen. And he didn't think that's what was bothering him.

"Did you kiss him?" Nash had to know. Not knowing was eating at him like a sickness. He was so fucking curious about what it would've looked like.

Damon wrapped his arms around Nash. "I did." He looked almost sorry that he had and that was something Nash didn't want.

"Tell me about it." Nash kissed the side of Damon's neck, knowing full well that it was his weakness. Predictably, Damon melted with a little moan.

"He tasted like ice cream. Chocolate, because he says he likes the basic flavors the best. His mouth is soft. It's the softest thing I've ever kissed." Damon groaned when Nash scraped his teeth across his earlobe.

"What else?" Nash asked. He tried to picture what Damon and Taylor would look like together. Taylor was a bit shorter than both him and Damon, so of course Damon would have to lean down. But was Taylor short enough that he'd have to tiptoe?

"He's surprisingly strong. And his ass looked hot as fuck in the skinny jeans he wore. We're going out again."

"When?" Nash had figured there would be more than one date between them.

"I don't know yet." Damon's grip on Nash tightened, and he rested his head against Nash's shoulder.

"Damon?"

Damon took a deep breath. Then another. "It's weird, okay. To get home from a date and tell my boyfriend about it. A boyfriend no one knows I have."

"Did you want to tell people about us?" Nash pulled Damon into his arms and held him tight. "It might be hard now that you've taken Taylor on a date."

"I know." Damon turned his head and kissed Nash's neck. "It was nice, though, to be out in the open with him like that. I want the same for us."

"We'll have to talk about it with Taylor. If he's seeing you, he's part of this too now. And we can't make these kinds of decisions without him."

Damon pressed an open-mouthed kiss against Nash's neck. "You should've seen him tonight."

"Hot?"

"Scorching. These fucking red skinny jeans and this off-the-shoulder sweater thing. Holy fuck. And he had makeup on, I think, because his mouth was shiny and his lashes were so long."

Nash shuddered when Damon flicked his tongue against his earlobe. He pressed Damon against the wall harder and fumbled with the button to Damon's pants before easing his hand down the front, gripping him through his underwear.

"Tell me more." Nash rubbed Damon's length, not at all surprised how hard and hot he was. Or that he'd leaked precum into his underwear. The wet spot had to be uncomfortable, and Nash hid a smile as he tucked his hand inside Damon's underwear.

"Oh, fuck," Damon groaned and gripped Nash even tighter. "Tell you what?"

"Tell me about the kiss." Nash kept his strokes slow and teasing. He loved using pleasure to torture Damon, and Damon loved everything Nash did to him. His words, not Nash's.

"I walked him to his door. But I'd wanted to kiss him all night by that point." Damon moaned when Nash's thumb brushed over the head of his cock, paying special attention to his slit and the drop of precum that beaded there. "He looked…oh, fuck. So good, Nash. He looked so good." Damon clung to Nash and took a deep breath to collect himself because Nash wasn't going easy on him.

"Did you kiss him or did he kiss you?" Nash asked. He closed his eyes and tried to conjure up the image of the two of them together.

"I kissed him. Then he kissed me. Then we were kissing. It was…fuck, Nash. Soft. And sweet. Like ice cream, but also sweet because it was him and I could tell he wanted that kiss, you know. Like maybe he'd die if I didn't."

"Were you hard?" Nash pumped Damon's cock a few times with the strong grip he knew Damon liked best. The one that almost hurt, but didn't. Damon shuddered and bucked in Nash's hands, and he backed off before Damon found his release.

"Were you hard?" Nash repeated the question.

"So fucking hard. He was too."

"Tell me what you wanted to do."

"I wanted to take him inside and then…then…" Damon lost the ability to speak for a moment because Nash had gone back to stroking Damon the way he liked it best.

"Then what?" Nash asked, not easing up. He pulled Damon to the brink first, then eased off. He stilled his hand completely, letting Damon keep the warmth of his touch but nothing else.

"I wanted to kiss him everywhere."

"Everywhere? What would that look like?"

Damon's voice was barely there now. All husky and strained, like he needed to come, but didn't want to all at the same time. Nash slowly stroked him, marveling at the way Damon went to putty in his hands. It had always been a rush, being with Damon like this.

"I don't know," Damon admitted with a laugh.

"I'll tell you what I think." Nash leaned in close and ghosted a kiss against Damon's mouth. "I think you'd strip him bare and kiss every inch of newly uncovered skin. I think you'd tell him all the things you've stopped yourself from saying. I think that you'd put that mouth of yours to excellent use and you'd suck his brains out through his cock."

Damon whimpered.

Nash's cock was harder than granite. He could barely think from how fucking turned on he was and he didn't stop Damon when he reached for him and pushed his cotton pants down, freeing his cock. He'd gone commando and Damon made an approving sound as he grabbed Nash's cock.

"Please," Damon ground out.

Nash didn't keep lube by his front door, because who kept lube by their front door? No one. He gripped both their dicks in one hand. They'd have to make do with precum and spit, which Nash provided before going back to talking Damon through his dirty daydream.

"Would you eat his ass?" Nash asked, starting off slowly. He braced his free hand against the wall to steady himself. Damon clung to him with both hands and tried his best to fuck the channel Nash made with his hand.

"I'd do anything he wanted," Damon admitted. He sounded ruined already. So close to the edge that he vibrated against Nash, his body wound tight as the pressure built and built.

"Anything?" Nash inquired. "Anything means a lot of things."

"Nash…please. Anything," Damon begged. "I need to come so fucking bad."

"So desperate," Nash rasped. "So needy."

Even though he teased Damon, he wasn't unaffected by their conversation. Or the way Damon melted under Nash, greedy and needy in a way that made Nash's head swim.

"Nash. Nash, fuck." Damon was hot when he got too desperate to think. Too needy to be coherent. It was how Nash liked him best. He kept him there a bit longer, the novelty of being dressed but still doing dirty things never quite wore off for him, and the fact that they were both fully clothed except for their dicks made Nash feel crazy with how turned on he was.

Damon bucked into Nash's grip once. Twice. And Nash sealed his mouth over Damon's, kissing him hard and deep as he came. Damon moaned and writhed as Nash kept stroking. Kissing. Kept him pinned to the wall while he chased his own orgasm.

Sticky cum coated his hand, his cock. He used Damon's release to smooth the glide as his own came barreling down on him. He added to the sticky mess between them, panting and gasping against Damon's parted lips.

"I can't feel my feet." Damon huffed out a laugh. "Damn, babe. That was something else."

Nash wanted to crumple to the floor. He was boneless in the best of ways, jelly from head to toe after a spectacular orgasm. It was also new for Damon to use a pet name, but Nash wasn't going to call him on it. In the past, Nash hadn't liked it when men called him cutesie little names. But he liked it the way it sounded coming out of Damon's mouth. Like ownership. Like Nash belonged to him and he belonged to Nash. Even if they'd gotten off thinking about Damon fucking someone else.

Fucking Taylor Bennett.

That was a head trip and a half. But Nash couldn't get the image out of his head. Of Damon and Taylor together. Bare skin and unbridled passion. He could blame the writer in him for painting such a vivid picture. Or he could blame the fact that he was a horny bastard. But mostly it was because Taylor was stunning and Damon looked happy tonight. Happy and light, and being with Taylor had brought that out in him.

"You're so fucking beautiful like this," Nash told him, indulging himself in laying another series of open-mouthed kisses against Damon's throat.

"Like what? Half hard? Half dressed? Standing in your hallway with my dick out, covered in cum. You'll need to be more specific." Damon laughed and tried to dislodge himself from Nash's hold.

"Happy." Nash pulled Damon in for another kiss, and he went eagerly.

When the kiss ended, Nash finally let Damon go and he ducked into his kitchen to wash his hands. Maybe he could convince Damon to take a shower with him rather than do a post-orgasm spot wash.

Damon tucked his dick back in his pants and zipped them up. "I had a great time tonight." Damon bit his lip. He looked conflicted regardless of what he'd just said.

Nash went over to him and cradled his face. "I'm glad you did." Nash kissed him again, softer and sweeter, hoping to show him that it was okay.

"I was worried you'd regret letting me do this."

"I could never regret anything that makes you this happy," Nash promised. "Stay the night?"

Damon toed out of his shoes and kicked them to the side. "Try and stop me."