“Fuck off,” Nico muttered, trying to push him away half-heartedly.
“You sure, Fidget?” Mal rasped, flexing his thigh.
Pleasure shocked through him, dragging a low moan from the back of his throat. He managed to put just enough distance between their upper halves for him to make out Mal’s knowing smile in the barely-there light of the computer screen. He flexed his thigh again, a near euphoric feeling crashing over Nico, making him whimper. He couldn’t escape, so he leaned into it, trying to halt his movements.
Nico’s heart was in his throat. He was clinging to Mal for dear life, silently begging him to go easy on him. Mal ignored Nico’s silent pleas, holding him in place as he continued to rock his meaty thigh over Nico’s aching cock, pulling impassioned cries from him each time. He dug blunt nails into Mal’s skin, but that didn’t deter him even a little. If anything, he seemed to like the pain.
“Doesn’t sound like you really want me to fuck off,” Mal taunted, his low register wrapped in pure velvet.
Nico whimpered. Mal wasn’t playing fair.
He tried to put words together that formed a cohesive thought even as he found himself rutting against his best friend. “You… I…We… Fuck, I can’t think straight when you’re doing that.”
“What’s to think about?” Mal asked, staring directly into Nico’s soul. “Earlier you were begging to come. Making the prettiest noises.”
Nico’s face grew hot. At least Mal couldn’t see it with the lights off. “I know, but…”
“If you want to stop, just say so,” Mal said calmly, stilling both their bodies. “Say ‘Mal, please stop.’”
“Mal…please…” Nico couldn’t finish the sentence.
Mal started to move his leg away. Nico wailed, wanting to cry at the sudden loss of pressure, of delicious friction. “Say it. Say ‘Mal, please stop.’”
He was trying. Couldn’t Mal see that he was trying to do the right thing? He could definitely come just from humping Mal’s leg like a whiny little puppy. The thought alone had every one of Nico’s nerve endings standing at attention, his brain warring with his body. “I don’t want to…but we should…right? We shouldn’t do this…right?”
Please, say no. Please, say no. Be stronger than me.
“Why?” Mal asked, in that genuinely curious way that made Nico feel like he truly was from another planet.
He tried to think of a good reason, he really did. But Mal’s fingers were suddenly in his hair, his blunt nails scratching at Nico’s scalp in a way that made him want to stretch like a cat in the sun. Why should they stop? Nico was sure he had good reasons. Almost positive.
Mal tugged at Nico’s curls, earning him a startled squeak where Nico’s lips rested against Mal’s Adam’s apple. He smelled so good. He was so warm and he just smelled so, so fucking…edible. Nico felt high. The heat of their bodies, the rasp of Mal’s breathing, the way his hands soothed over his body even as his thigh teased at more. It was causing some kind of chemical reaction in his brain that rendered him useless.
This boy had Nico in a metaphorical chokehold; he always had. He blamed his dry spell. That had to be it. That had to be why he ached so badly for his best friend. It had to be why he was crazed at the thought of darting his tongue out to taste Mal’s skin, at the thought of his cock in Nico’s hands, his mouth, his body. He wanted to know what Mal looked like when Nico was taking him apart. He just knew Mal was beautiful when he came.
Nico was still rock hard, even with Mal’s thigh only resting against him. Fuck. He wanted Mal. He wanted him so fervently, he ached with it. Not just between his legs but in his core. Did that make him a bad person? Mal was hot and sexy, and he touched Nico like he’d found the cheat codes to his pleasure.Nobody knew him better than Mal. Nobody. Who better to make him feel good than his best friend? Right?
But it wasn’t right. It would ruin things. Ruin them. Nico’s heart tore in half at the thought. He couldn’t be without Mal. He just couldn’t. What if this ruined everything?
Nico’s mouth was suddenly so dry. “We should stop. Friends don’t do this together,” he said, his voice lacking the courage of his convictions.
“Friends with benefits do,” Mal countered, tugging Nico’s head away from his hiding place in his neck, forcing him to look at him.
Friends with benefits.
It’s not like Nico hadn’t considered it. In some ways, it seemed like the ideal solution. But there was that one little issue. Well, onebigissue. He dropped his gaze from Mal’s face, ears burning red, as he managed to say, “Our sexual…interests…just aren’t…compatible.”
There was a long silence before Mal asked, “How so?”
Nico bit down on his bottom lip until he tasted blood, then sucked the wound, letting the taste of metal on his tongue ground him. He tried to hide his face in Mal’s neck again but the fingers knotted in his hair forced him to stay put.
Dread flooded his system. His proclivities were hardly a secret amongst their friends, but he’d never explicitly told Mal about his kinks. Why would he? He knew Mal had feelings for him that went beyond friendship. Going into detail about his kinks just seemed cruel, especially when Mal was so sweet to him all the time, so thoughtful of his feelings.
Nico should just go ahead and rip off the Band-Aid. “I like it rough,” he blurted, his already overheated body exploding with shame. “I want it to—to hurt. I need to feel…used. I need someone who can just get me out of my head.”
Mal blinked at him in that lazy feline way he had, the one Nico called his Dumpling look. “And?”
Nico swallowed again, throbbing against Mal’s thigh as he studied Nico like a butterfly pinned to a cork board. How could someone just looking at him make him ache like this? “Someone who will…” He trailed off, chest rising and falling rapidly. Why was this so hard? “Take control. Someone who can just make decisions for me. I don’t…I don’t want to think for myself.”
