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Evan smirked at him. “That’s a good position for you, Josh.” He laughed and waved them off. Nick didn’t hesitate, his long legs eating up the distance to the stairs. Josh thought he probably should have been a little concerned about them tumbling down the stairs, but Nick had slapped his hand over Josh’s ass, his long fingers digging in deep enough to bruise—Josh hoped, he
loved
wearing a lover’s marks. After that, his only fear was shooting against Nick’s shoulder each time he climbed a step. The friction to his cock was a delicious taunt, not quite enough pressure, but so very very close.

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“Keys,” Nick said, his voice so low it took Josh a couple of seconds to process what he’d heard.

“In the bag,” Josh said, his hands itching to coast over the firm swells of Nick’s ass.

Except he was pretty sure that would get him dropped on his head. He absolutely
had
to remember Nick wasn’t gay. Obviously, the guy wanted to get off, probably had to see what it was like to have a man suck him off, and even as it made something cold bounce through Josh’s insides, he understood. He even accepted it, although he didn’t like it. As long as he didn’t think he could convert Nick into a gay man, it would be okay. A little fun, let Nick see what it was like, whether it was a handjob or down and dirty fucking, anything and everything in between, Josh wanted the man to experience all Nick wanted to. And Josh would keep his stupid-ass heart out of it. That organ screwed him over every damn time anyway.

“Gotta put you down.” Nick didn’t sound happy about it, but Josh was relieved. The temptation to grab Nick’s fine butt was just too great to resist much longer. Josh was lowered to the ground with a care that surprised him. He didn’t expect anything more from Nick than lust and hopefully several climaxes. He wouldn’t let himself expect more than that. Nick unzipped the bag and poked around. Josh was about to tell him exactly where to look when Nick unzipped a small inside pocket and pulled out the keys. He slid the handle of the bag over one forearm then pulled Josh to his side with his other arm. A twist of his wrist and Nick had the door open. Josh started to take a step only to find himself lifted and heaved onto Nick’s shoulder again. One big hand popped Josh on the ass hard, startling a yelp out of him.

“What—”

Nick caressed the smacked flesh through Josh’s sweats as he walked through the door with Josh still settled on his shoulder. “Because I wanted to,” Nick growled, his hand rubbing a small circle before lifting and slapping Josh’s ass again.

Damn, it was one of Josh’s fantasies, one he’d never been able to figure out how to bring up to a lover. Asking for someone to whack him on the butt every now and then just wasn’t something he could do. Nick swatted him again, this time cupping and squeezing the stinging flesh hard. Heat speared through Josh, driving his balls up to his body as he moaned.

Nick’s hand stilled. “You really like that?”

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Josh heard a thunk that he guessed was his bag hitting the floor. He nodded, rubbing his cheek against Nick’s lower back. “Yeah, I…I haven’t ever, but I’m gonna come all over your shoulder if you keep that up. Not sure you’re ready for that.”

Nick squeezed his cheek again before gently setting him on his feet. He cupped Josh’s chin, tipping his head back so that he had to meet Nick’s gaze. “I don’t know what I’m ready for, I don’t know why this is happening—why I’m feeling like I have to have you or die, why you’re letting me after I… It started out as pretending so I could find out about Annabelle and Rory, but I swear to you”—Nick slid his fingers up Josh’s jaw, his other hand taking a similar route on the other side—“this has
nothing
to do with either of them.”

“I know.” Josh did know. Nick’s cock had been hard the entire time he’d been around Josh today. That wasn’t a reaction to a sibling, at least not in this state. He’d heard rumours about some other states, though.

“All right, then,” Nick murmured, then he crushed his mouth to Josh’s, and Josh

couldn’t think about anything other than the way his lips were being mastered, his tongue flicked and sucked and pushed where Nick wanted it to be. Nick’s hands fisted in Josh’s hair, the bite of pain making Josh clutch at Nick’s chest as Josh humped against Nick’s thigh.

“Ahh, baby,” Nick whispered, pulling his lips from Josh’s. “I don’t know what to do—

”

Josh was almost frantic to come, but even more, he wanted to watch Nick lose it, wanted to blow his mind, shake him and bring him so much pleasure he wouldn’t run off screaming in horror once he realised he’d just had another man make him shoot his wad.

“Just,” Josh glanced at the couch. Probably not the best spot, and the bedroom was too far. Josh settled for shoving Nick against the wall. Before Nick could so much as draw a breath, Josh slid to his knees, his hands already unfastening Nick’s belt. “Just let me, just let me, I need to, fuck, I need to taste you.” Josh scrambled to get Nick’s jeans open, more than a little scared Nick was going to freak out and shove him away. When Nick’s hands fisted in his hair, Josh whimpered, sure he was about to be yanked away from his treat when he was so very close to it finally.

“Josh.”

Josh ignored the rumble of Nick’s deep voice, instead shoving frantically at Nick’s jeans and boxers. He dipped his hand down into Nick’s underwear and couldn’t stop a long moan as he felt hot silk encase steel, a dripping wet head, and thick veins.

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“Josh, baby—”

The hands in his hair tightened. Josh jerked against the hold as he pulled Nick’s cock free. Damn, it was perfect, fat and dark red with blood, and so thick his jaw was going to ache just trying to fit that broad crown in.

“Josh! Look at me!” The tug on his hair was hard enough that Josh didn’t have a

choice, not if he wanted to keep the vertebrae in his neck where they belonged. He glanced up under his lashes, hoping the flirty look might come off as feminine if that’s what it took to keep Nick from taking his big dick away. He fisted both hands around Nick’s length, determined not to make it easy on Nick. Nick shuddered, his head dropping back to thud against the wall as he hissed. “Fuck, I can’t—Josh, I,” Nick panted, his chest heaving as if he’d just run the Boston Marathon in record time. His head flopped forward, his dark eyes burning into Josh’s. “I can’t do this back, I—”

Oh. That’s all?
Josh didn’t need it back. He needed to do it, to taste—
actions and words
, Josh thought. Gaze locked with Nick’s, Josh leant forward and licked a string of fluid dangling from Nick’s slit. Josh caught it on his tongue, following it up until he could lap at Nick’s glans.

Nick shouted, his legs quivering, and Josh was hooked. Everything about this man appealed to him, and that didn’t bear thinking about, so he loosened his jaw and went to work blowing Nick, mind and body.

Nick yelled as Josh’s soft, wet tongue slicked over his cockhead. He’d nearly shot all over Josh’s face when he’d gobbled up the stringy pre-cum dribbling off Nick’s dick. How the hell was he going to last long enough to really experience this?

Josh flicked that spot under the crown of Nick’s cock that always sent chills over his skin. Nick couldn’t do anything other than moan and grab Josh’s hair. Then Josh moved his hands from Nick’s shaft as he sank more of it into his mouth. His hands went to Nick’s jeans and underwear, which were shoved down roughly, then Nick’s balls were held in a grip so perfect, firm enough to feel but not hurt. Nick thought his brain was going to melt and run out of his ears.

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“God, baby…just…” Nick stopped, gasped, swallowed, repeated until he could

continue, “just like that. You’re gonna fucking kill me with that mouth.”

Josh hummed, a long series of vibrations as he swallowed more of Nick’s cock. He rolled Nick’s balls, tugging and pushing, knuckling between them, scraping a nail over the seam. Nick couldn’t stop quivering, couldn’t stop gasping, couldn’t do more than cry out wordlessly when Josh shoved Nick’s cock all the way into Josh’s throat. Nick had never been deep throated, had never even given it much thought except maybe as something that was only used in porn, but holy fucking shit, he’d been wrong!

Nick’s shaft was squeezed, the muscles around it contracting and pulsing, and he nearly lost his mind. “Guuh!” He shouted, his hips bucking as exquisite tendrils of pleasure shot down his dick, into his balls and ass, then rocketed up his spine, through his stomach and chest, infusing him with an ecstasy he’d never thought possible. He never wanted it to end.

Josh sucked hard on the upstroke, his tongue always twirling and flicking, his cheeks hollowed out, his lips dragging. He teased at the spot on the underside again while fisting the base of Nick’s cock, then he began to really work the head while he pumped his hand.

Josh couldn’t help it, he couldn’t hold back the scream when Josh worked the tip of his tongue into Nick’s slit and sucked. Nick’s ass clenched, his hips jerking. Josh pulled off and Nick started to beg, plead, bargain—whatever, but Josh smiled up at him, his full lips swollen and now a deep red, his green eyes hazy with lust.

“I want you to fuck my mouth, Nick,” Josh rasped, his words coiling around Nick’s dick in a stroke as smooth as Josh’s hand. “Do it. I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”

As much as Nick thought he should protest, he didn’t. Hadn’t he been the one telling everyone Josh was a man? So Nick had to trust that Josh knew his limits, wouldn’t push them so far he’d let himself get hurt. And he had to trust himself to stop if Josh asked him to.

He would, whatever it took. Hurting Josh wasn’t an option.

“Okay,” Nick said, his voice cracking. Josh’s smile was so fucking gorgeous, Nick thought it should be the eighth wonder of the world—and he’d staple his lips together before he
ever
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asked, and that wouldn’t do. Nick gave a tentative nudge of his hips only to have Josh growl—growl, with a mouthful of dick!—and pull at his hips.

“Okay, okay, I can…ohhhh God!” Nick shoved deep, his spine arching as pleasure

wrapped each cell in his body, blending with his DNA. Josh moaned and cupped his balls again, and Nick lost it, trusting Josh to stop him if it was too much. He pulled out completely and pressed in slowly, just to enjoy the hot mouth and the control. Josh’s whimper was a bonus that spurred Nick on, forcing him to pick up a faster rhythm than he’d wanted to yet, but his climax was boiling and bubbling inside, his balls snugging to his body as Josh pushed at them. Nick held Josh’s head still and pumped into his willing mouth, grunting with the tight pressure, the feel of tongue and cheeks and throat.

Josh sucked harder the harder Nick thrust. It was maddening in the best way, pleasure too intense to not leave him permanently touched by it.

Nick’s toes curled in his boots as the quivering spread all over, goose bumps

springing up as heat lightning shot through him, his vision going bright and white as he screamed and buried his cock deep. Josh swallowed, shoved his face down further and did it again, then Nick was coming, his dick spraying the first load into Josh’s throat. Nick felt the battered muscles tighten, then Josh lifted his head back until the next shot spurted onto his tongue. He gasped and bucked and cried out as his dick continued pouring out his release.

Josh hummed and swallowed and lapped and sucked and Nick figured he’d died or was asleep ‘cause sex this good just didn’t happen in real life, at least not to him.

Josh placed a last kiss on the tip of his cock and Nick slid down the wall, completely boneless, or so he thought. Josh’s whimper sounded frustrated, painful, almost. Nick pried his eyes open and saw Josh staring at Nick’s softened prick. Josh was rubbing his own dick through his sweats.

“Can I…” Josh gasped and shimmied his hips, his lids flickering. “I need to…don’t want to…to gross you out, but can I—”

Nick’s sluggish brain was confused for all of half a minute as he frowned in

concentration. Josh needed to come, he assumed, and he didn’t want to
gross Nick out
? Nick growled as he lunged away from the wall, ignoring the soft thunk behind him. It was either Josh’s phone, or not. He had more important things to deal with right now. Scooping Josh up in his arms was easy enough, walking while his pants were down low on his thighs, not so much. Still, he managed to get Josh to the couch and lay him out, then Nick grabbed Josh’s WHAT MATTERS MOST

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sweats and pulled them down before he could second guess himself. Josh’s dick popped out, dark red, the cap slick with moisture, and…

“Damn, baby, you’re hung,” Nick muttered. Josh might even be bigger than he was, which, on a guy Josh’s size, made Josh look like he was carry a damn billy club between his legs. Nick palmed the wet crown and spread the moisture over Josh’s length then began pumping the fat cock hard and fast. He hesitated to grab Josh’s balls, not sure about such a step, which he knew was stupid considering he was jerking the man off, but still. He gripped Josh’s thigh and squeezed instead. Josh was a writhing, incoherent ball of need, coming undone for Nick rapidly. Nick flicked the underside of Josh’s crown with his thumb on the upstroke and Josh lost it, his green eyes shooting wide, his nostrils flaring, lips quivering, gorgeous little body tightening until his back was bowed and his hips jamming up. Josh bellowed as he came, coating his chest and Nick’s hand with cum.

“That’s the hottest goddamned thing I’ve ever seen,” Nick murmured, unable to keep the words back. Josh gave him a soft, satiated smile, his pretty eyes hazy and his lids drooping as if they were simply too heavy to hold up.
Damn, he really is pretty, but so…so
much a man
. Nick glanced from the semi-erect cock to Josh’s swollen lips, up to his closed eyes, to the very top of his dark head. Then visually went over Josh again, wondering where the panic was over what had happened and what it meant. So far all he felt was like he’d had the best sex of his life, which was a massive understatement.