Mal leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Nico’s forehead. “Well, you guys already know how weird I am. I guess it could have been worse.”
Nico’s face fell. “How are you feeling?”
Mal studied Nico’s face, taking in his long lashes and slightly rounded cheeks. Nico’s tongue darted out to lick over his own bottom lip, fidgeting with the fingers on Mal’s free hand.
“I’m fine,” Mal promised, abandoning the fondling of Nico’s cute little butt to thread his fingers in his tangle of curls, pulling his mouth to his, kissing him deeply, tongue slipping inside as Nico’s lips parted on a low whine.
Nico jerked away, giving Mal a stern look, while covering his hand with his mouth. “Stop. I haven’t brushed my teeth since this morning.”
Mal couldn’t stop the snort that escaped, earning a glare from Nico. “Brushed your teeth? You’ve kissed me after my tongue’s been in your ass. I think we’re past that.”
Nico’s mouth fell open. Mal took the opportunity to capture his mouth again, sweeping his tongue inside, trying to coax Nico into kissing him back.
Nico resisted for about fifteen seconds, then melted against him, his tiny whimper going straight to Mal’s half-hard cock.
After a moment, Nico wrenched himself away a second time, like he was fighting some inner demon…and losing. “What areyou doing? You just got jumped. Why are you trying to make out with me?”
“I’m not trying to make out with you. I’m trying to fuck you. Or, more to the point, to get you to fuck me.” Mal took Nico’s hand and led it to the bulge in his underwear, chuckling softly when Nico looked at him with wide eyes.
“You almost died,” Nico cried, slapping his chest. “How are you horny right now?”
“Sex is very life-affirming,” he said, folding Nico back in his arms to attack his neck. There weren’t nearly enough bruises marring his skin. How would the world know he was Mal’s if he didn’t mark him as such?
“You want to have sex in Jericho’s spare room?” Nico managed, sounding borderline scandalized.
“Levi jerked my brother off while sitting in their living room with our entire crew in attendance. I think they’ll forgive us getting off in the guest bedroom. Hell, I’m pretty sure anyone who stays here overnight probably does. This mattress is surprisingly springy.”
Nico trapped his bottom lip between his teeth, worrying it as if contemplating Mal’s logic. Mal tugged it free, rubbing his finger along Nico’s spit-slick mouth.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Nico whispered.
Mal gave him a wan smile. “Relax, Fidget. I’m fine. I have an extraordinarily high pain tolerance.”
Nico scanned his face, like he expected to find the wordliarcarved into his forehead. When he appeared satisfied with what he saw, he gently captured Mal’s lips, keeping the kiss soft but deep. Mal groaned, hands sliding into Nico’s jeans to squeeze his bare ass cheek. Nico released another broken high-pitched whine into his mouth. Mal swallowed it greedily, already hungry for more. Mal loved Nico’s sounds. Loved how he already sounded desperate and fucked out from just a couple of kisses.
Nico’s hand slid beneath Mal’s waistband, closing around his cock, stroking him until he was fully hard. Mal lazily fucked into his fist, his gaze locked on Nico’s face. Nico released him, swinging a leg over and settling his denim-clad ass onto one of Mal’s thick thighs.
He pitched forward, catching his weight on his palms, looking down at Mal with an expression that looked like something akin to fear. “What’s wrong?”
“I almost lost you today,” Nico whispered, eyes filling with tears.
Mal’s chest ached like someone had put his heart through a shredder. “Baby, I wasn’t ever in any real danger. They were just sending a message. They kicked the shit out of me and didn’t even break my ribs. I promise I wouldn’t do that to you.”
Nico nodded even as his tears dripped down his puffy cheeks then fell onto Mal’s skin. When he tried to settle his weight on him, Mal couldn’t stop the hiss of pain.
“See!” Nico cried. “I knew this was gonna hurt you. You should just let me blow you or jerk you off. It would hurt less.”
“One, your zipper grinding against my dick with only a thin layer of cotton is what hurt. Two, I want to fuck you or you can fuck me. Whichever.”
Nico moaned wantonly.
“If you don’t stop talking like that, I’m going to come before either of us gets our dicks wet,” Nico warned. “Besides, we don’t have lube or anything. You can’t expect me to go out there and ask Freckles for it. They’re already waiting on us to figure out how to deal with the assholes who jumped you. I don’t think they’d look too kindly on us delaying the meeting to fuck.”
Mal scoffed. “Please, I think team Jeckles out there would be disappointed in us if we didn’t test out their mattress.”
“Jeckles?”
“Jericho and Freckles. It’s their ship name.”
