I Survived Seattle (13 page)

Dizzy with lust, he’d missed Nic pulling supplies out from somewhere, but when he heard the ripping of a condom package, his eyes snapped to Nic’s hands. Oh, fuck, it was really happening.

He felt a brief moment of apprehension before it was replaced by excitement, but by the way Nic froze, he’d seen it on Justice’s face. He went a little pale and his eyes widened. It would have been comical if Justice hadn’t been about to blow.

Nic eyed him warily and set down the bottle of lube he’d picked up. “Christ, you’re not a virgin, are you?”

He looked like a bucket of ice water had been thrown on his head. It looked like virgins scared the hell out of him, so he asked again. “You’re not a virgin…?”

“
God
, no,” Justice said with force. “I just haven’t…I’m usually topping.”

“So your ass is the virgin, not you,” Nic said with a little smirk.

“Yeah,” Justice answered with a roll of his eyes.

“So do you want me to stop?” Nic asked, gesturing with the hand that still held the condom.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growled, and Nic’s hard-on, which had faded a bit with the V-word, came back with a vengeance. Justice punctuated the statement with a couple of long pulls on his own cock.

Crawling onto the bed beside Justice, Nic urged him to roll onto his side facing away. Justice craned his neck so that he could look back at Nic, and stuck that plump lower lip out.

“I want to see you.”

“After you get used to it. Trust me, it will be easier this way.”

While Nic had gotten him pretty loose and lubricated with the rim job, he needed to get the rest of Justice’s body to relax. He plastered himself against Justice’s back, nestling his cock between those firm ass cheeks, and began running his hands all over Justice’s skin, which was what started the whole interlude in the first place.

He nuzzled Justice’s ear as he ran the pads of his fingers down his neck. Justice stretched his head back to give Nic better access. Nic slid an arm underneath Justice and wrapped it around him, so that he could use both hands to stroke and massage Justice’s well defined chest.

His fingers found Justice’s nipples and he tweaked them at the same time, causing Justice to jump and yelp. Nic paused as though he wasn’t sure if he was being too rough, so Justice rubbed his ass up against Nic’s cock, and that told him otherwise.

Not lingering in the same place too long, Nic ran his hands down Justice’s subtle six-pack, but completely skipped his cock and balls. Instead, he began massaging the muscles in Justice’s thighs.

Nic chuckled when Justice gave a disgruntled moan. “Patience, young Padawan,” he whispered in Justice’s ear.

That pulled out a nice belly laugh that relaxed Justice even more. “God, you are such a nerd,” he said, still a bit breathless.

“Guilty.”

Nic finally paid some attention to the part that was standing up and begging. He grazed his fingers along Justice’s steely erection, barely touching and taking the time to tease the underside of the head.

Justice honest-to-God whimpered. It was a sound he’d never heard come from his own mouth before. But he couldn’t help it. He was ready to crawl out of his skin. Every part of him was hypersensitive, aching with the need to be touched. He was afraid if he didn’t get relief, he might just blow apart.

“Please, Nic,” he muttered, eyes closed as he focused his attention on the single finger that was teasing his hole. “Fuck me.”

He meant it that time, much more than he had in the heat of the moment that first night, so he hoped Nic didn’t hesitate.

He didn’t. Justice heard the flick of the cap on the bottle of lube, and a rustling as Nic suited up. He sighed as he felt Nic’s fingers spread lube around and inside his ass.

Running a hand along the underside of his leg, Nic lifted it and hooked his arm in the crook of Justice’s knee. It once again left Justice open, vulnerable, and he shivered.

Nic stopped moving but said nothing.
Fuck if he’s going to stop now
, Justice thought. He reached behind him, grabbed a handful of Nic’s ass and squeezed. “
Please.
”

Nic swallowed audibly and placed a kiss just below Justice’s ear. Then Justice felt Nic’s gloved cock pushing at his entrance. He tried to stay in the moment and keep relaxed, but he couldn’t help tensing up at the breach. He let out a sharp gasp when the head of Nic’s cock popped inside.

“You okay?” Nic asked, his muscles shaking as he tried to hold still.

Justice nodded. “Mmhmm, just gimme a minute.” He closed his eyes and breathed through the burn. It was almost enough to have him telling Nic to stop. But he felt something deep inside —a twinge, like an itch he couldn’t scratch.

Nic didn’t move his cock a millimeter, but the rest of him was busy. He stroked Justice’s chest, played with his nipples until his cock drizzled precum, and then moved down to tug on his balls. The whole time, Nic was nibbling on the large tendon in Justice’s neck.

Justice was on sensory overload. He forgot about the burn in his ass completely; it was overtaken by the need to rock his hips, to get some friction on his weeping dick.

He squeezed Nic’s hipbone lightly, pulling him forward. “’kay, move.”

Nic’s chuckle rumbled, vibrating Justice’s back where Nic was pressed up against him. “All right, but we’re still going to take it slow.” He pushed in a couple of inches, agonizingly slowly, and then pulled back until just the ridge of his cock head was inside Justice’s ass, stretching it.

“Fuck me, God damn it,” Justice growled. He’d gotten a taste, and he was hungry for more. The burn had receded into an aching need, a pleasure so strong he thought he could die from it.

That earned him another laugh from Nick, who didn’t seem to be in any particular hurry to get off, if his slow, shallow strokes were any indication. Taking matters into his own…hands, Justice reached back and grabbed Nic’s ass while simultaneously pushing himself back onto Nic’s cock. Finally, Nic sank all the way, balls-deep inside him. They both let out lusty groans.

This seemed to spur Nic on, because he began stroking in earnest. Justice curved his spine, working hard to push back onto Nic’s cock, deepening each thrust as much as he could. If he could’ve crawled inside Nic, he would have.

The hand Justice still had gripping Nic’s ass trailed down to his crack. He pushed his fingers along the crease, teasing Nic’s hole. There was a distinct hitch in his giddy-up, and that surprised Justice a bit. Nic seemed so, well, “toppy,” if one wanted to call it that. He didn’t seem like the type of guy to be turned on by ass play. The possibilities were endless, and Justice filed that information away for future use.

Justice tuned back in when a particularly well aimed thrust pegged his gland just right. “Oh, God,” he groaned as his eyes fluttered closed. Reaching down to fist his own cock, Justice began jerking in time with Nic’s thrusts.

Nic shoved his hand away without breaking stride. “Not yet.”

“But I need…” Justice whined.

“I know, baby. I got you.”

Nic abruptly pulled out and got up on his knees. Though Justice’s ass ached with emptiness, he couldn’t help but enjoy the view of a naked Nic, flushed and panting, cock jutting out straight from his body. Justice licked his lips and groaned.

Before Justice had a chance to try to start jacking himself again, Nic walked forward on his knees and straddled Justice’s right leg. He lifted Justice’s other leg higher, holding it by the ankle with one hand while using his other hand to guide his cock back inside Justice.

Justice tried to watch Nic’s face, but he just couldn’t keep his eyes open, it felt so good. “Fuuuck.”

“Hold on, baby,” Nic said with a wicked grin. He reared back, and plunged back into Justice, his balls slapping against his leg.

Oh, God, Justice could almost cum from that alone. But Nic kept going. He leaned forward, spreading Justice as wide as he could take, and pummeled him. With a free hand, Nic grabbed Justice’s cock and began pulling rapidly.

Feeling his orgasm building, the tingling that started in his toes and traveled all over his body, Justice reached down and gave Nic’s thigh a squeeze. “C’mon,” he grunted. He was about to blow and he wanted Nic to be right there with him. He’d never been that in sync with someone.

“Uh huh,” Nic said, through gritted teeth, in response. His thrusts became short and jerky, he was rapidly losing his rhythm. He threw his head back and closed his eyes, while giving Justice’s cock a long stroke, with a squeeze and a twist when he got to the head.

And that was it. Sparks flickered behind Justice’s eyelids as he blew, shooting ropes of hot cum onto his chest and chin. It hit him so hard that he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t make a sound; all he could do was convulse. Nic gave one more hard thrust and froze above him, shouting Justice’s name as he filled the condom.

When Nic finally came back to himself, he pulled out carefully and dealt with the cleaning up. They both collapsed on their backs, sweaty and naked, and stared at each other for a good minute before bursting out laughing.

“Wow,” Justice said between giggles. He wasn’t sure why it was funny, but he was so relaxed, he just felt like laughing. He eyed Nic’s cock, which was still half-hard, and for some reason, that made him laugh even harder. “Are you ever not hard?”

“Not around you, baby,” Nic answered, giving Justice a heated look that had the laughter dying in his chest. Justice swallowed and briefly considered going another round, but he didn’t think his aching ass could take it.

“How you doing?” Nic asked more seriously. “Sore?”

“Mmm,” Justice hummed, absently rubbing a hand over his chest. “I’m great. And yes, sore, but in a good way. I’ll be feeling you for days.” Justice couldn’t contain the huge grin that broke out on his face, and his heart leapt when Nic answered with a grin of his own.

* * * *

Nic was at the helm again, but he wasn’t sailing. They were still anchored. Justice had stayed below to take a quick nap, having had to take his medication earlier. He’d crash quick and hard, and be up in time for the sail home.

It gave Nic time to daydream. Nic had never had a fuck like that in his life, not even with Colin. Hell, he couldn’t even call it a fuck. It was making love. It had been down and dirty, but also sweet and tender. Nic was honored that Justice had trusted him enough to top him, and more than a little scared by it. He could already see that he was starting to have feelings for the guy, after only a second date, and fourth encounter.

It was ridiculous. It was too soon. But Nic couldn’t convince himself of that. Justice certainly wasn’t helping, as he climbed up the ladder from the cabin below, looking all sleep-rumpled and flushed. His hair was wild, his lips were swollen, and he looked thoroughly fucked.

Nic’s hard-on sprang back to full power as soon as he laid eyes on him. And, of course, Justice noticed. He was one perceptive guy. His owlish, sleepy eyes immediately turned sinful as he stepped down into the cockpit with Nic.

“Let me take care of that for you,” he said in a husky voice. He dropped down on his knees in front of Nic, and began attacking his zipper.

The cockpit was deep enough that Nic wouldn’t be seen below the waist by any passing boats unless they were mere feet away, but he gave a half-hearted protest anyway. “Jus, you don’t have to do that. We could be seen.”

“Don’t care,” Justice said, and he’d already freed Nic’s cock, pulling it and his balls through the fly of his jeans.

Nic couldn’t help letting out a long moan as Justice swallowed him down to the root. This was no teasing, licking blowjob. Justice hollowed his cheeks and applied heavy suction as he moved up and down on Nic’s cock.

Justice worked a hand into the back of Nic’s jeans, and Nic lifted his hips slightly to give him better access. Nic stared down at Justice. His dark brown curls fell into his face, his cheeks hollowed, and his pink lips stretched around Nic’s cock. Nic could’ve come on the spot, but he did his best to hold off, enjoying the view too much.

Justice never let up on the delicious suction, while he rolled Nic’s balls in one hand. His other snaked its way down Nic’s crack until fingers found his hole and nudged it. Justice barely slipped the tip of his middle finger inside Nic, but that was all it took. He choked on a cry and came hard. Justice swallowed every bit, and then licked his sensitive cock clean.

Nic could barely move, so Justice calmly tucked his softening cock back inside his pants and zipped him up. He stood and leaned over Nic to take his mouth in a kiss, sharing Nic’s flavor. Nic groaned at the taste and his cock twitched, but even Justice couldn’t get him hard again so soon.

Justice sat down beside him at the tiller and laid a head on Nic’s shoulder with a happy sigh. “Thanks,” he said quietly. “This has been the best date. The only real date, that is —but the best.”

Nic’s heart ached for the man beside him, because all of his quiet strength couldn’t hide the loneliness in that one statement. Even if they only had a little while, Nic was determined to show Justice what it would be like to be free.

Chapter Fifteen

The next morning, Justice’s phone rang just as he was stepping out of the shower. He hastily pulled on some briefs and hung his towel around his neck before hitting answer, even though he didn’t recognize the number.