Mal lifted his weight just enough to wrestle Nico onto his back, letting his eyes rove over his sleep-swollen face. This was his favorite Nico. Groggy, soft, flushed cheeks and swollen eyelids, lips a little chapped and drool drying on his chin. Maybe it was crazy, but Mal thought he was so fucking beautiful like this.
“Wakey wakey, Fidget,” Mal sang softly. “We have things to do.”
Nico gave another sad little sound, then mumbled, “No. Don’ wanna. Sleepy. And my butt hurts.”
Mal snickered even as his blood rushed south. He wanted to flip Nico over, to yank his pants down to see the evidence of their encounter last night. Were their bruises? Was his skin red and raw? Were there still fingerprint-shaped marks from Mal’s handcoming down over and over again? He bit back a groan, forcing himself to focus.
“Too bad, pretty boy. You have to take your meds and get in the shower. Jericho wants us to go talk to some people before our afternoon classes.”
“Don’ wanna take my meds,” Nico pouted. “Wanna sleep. ‘is warm. Pillow smells like you.”
Mal’s stomach clenched. That was the other thing he loved about morning Nico. He was unguarded—too sleepy to filter his thoughts—saying whatever popped into his head without worry.
Mal prodded at the boy’s puffy cheek, only getting another beleaguered little wail in return.
“I can make you take them, Fidget,” he warned, the threat evident underneath his teasing tone.
Nico finally blinked open bleary eyes, chest rising and falling faster, gaze hot as he scanned Mal’s face.
“Go ahead, then,” he said, voice sleep-soaked. “Make me.”
Mal dropped the water onto the bed beside them, setting the first pill on his tongue. He wrapped a hand around the back of Nico’s neck, pulling him into a half-sitting position even as he tugged his jaw open with his other thumb. He swept his tongue inside, and Nico sucked on it greedily, dry swallowing the pill. He took the second just as easily. He was such a good boy for him.
Mal let him fall back onto the pillow as Nico stared up at him with those wide eyes Mal could never resist. “Need water.”
Mal grabbed the bottle, cracking it open. He was about to hand it to him when something made him stop.
“Open up, Fidget.”
Nico’s lips parted at the command. Mal took a swig, then settled on top of Nico, trapping him within the covers. Nico looked almost shy as Mal closed the distance between them, letting the water spill from his mouth into Nico’s.
“Swallow.”
Nico gulped it down audibly.
“My pretty baby is such a good listener,” Mal praised.
Nico’s pupils dilated, a tiny puff of air escaping as if against his will. “Am I?”
“Mm,” Mal assured him, his gaze roaming his face. “So good for me.”
It wasn’t the most imaginative dirty talk. But it was definitely having the right effect on the boy trapped beneath him. Mal dropped to his forearms, dipping his head. He kissed Nico’s top lip, then his bottom, then swept his tongue along the seam of his lips.
Nico opened for him, sighing into his mouth, his tongue sliding soft and wet against Mal’s. There was no intent behind the kiss. They just laid there, lazily exploring each other’s mouths, the only sound their quiet breaths and the smacking of their lips each time they parted.
Nico began to wiggle beneath him, working his arms free. His fingers knotted in Mal’s hair, pulling him against him harder, whimpering into his mouth. This kiss shot lightning through Mal’s blood. He wanted nothing more than to keep going, to strip Nico naked and take him apart. But there was no time for that. They had responsibilities.
When Mal pulled back, Nico chased his lips.
Mal pressed a finger against the boy’s lips, earning a frown and a huffy look. “Uh-uh. Up.”
“Nooo,” Nico cried. “It was just getting good.”
Mal chuckled softly. “Sorry, Fidget. Jericho wants us and it’s already ten-thirty. We both have classes this afternoon. You want me to call Jericho and tell him we can’t question someone for him because my Fidget is too horny to function?”
Nico blew a breath out through his nose. “Maybe,” he grumped.
Mal snickered. “Don’t make me drag you out of bed. I don’t think your ass could handle another punishment. But the choice is yours.”
