Nico blinked down at him. “How do you know their ship name?”
Mal’s brows drew together. “Do you know how many fan accounts the Mulvaneys have? There are people who legit stalk them into coffee shops and take candids of them on the street. Sometimes, people take their cars in just so they can talk to a proxy Mulvaney.” When Nico continued to stare, Mal said, “What? Sorry that I like to scroll TikTok on my breaks. Stop looking at me like I’m running the Mulvaney Fam Stan account.”
Nico blinked at him. “The what? You know what? Never mind. We will circle back to this at a later time because I have many follow-up questions.”
“So, we can fuck?”
“We don’t have lube,” Nico reminded him. “And I’m way too sore after you blew my back out last night.”
“I bet you ten bucks and a blowjob there’s a bottle of lube in one of these drawers or the bathroom medicine cabinet.”
Nico glanced around the room like there might be some clue to let him know if he would win or not. “Fine. You’re on.”
Nico hopped off the bed and yanked open the first drawer, stopping short when he saw the tube of lube. It was more than half empty but it was there, staring him dead in the face. Nico snapped his head around to glare at Mal. “You knew that was there already. Someone told you it was in there, didn’t they? Levi, probably. That traitorous bitch.”
“Stop being dramatic and take your pants off. You look nice, by the way. Was that for our date?” Nico looked down at his sweater and jeans, face turning pink, his ears burning a bright red. Mal grinned. “Is it? Aww, baby. Don’t be embarrassed. I would have let you dress me up, too.”
Nico still looked embarrassed, but there was a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he stripped out of his clothing. “Shut up,” he muttered.
“What was that, Fidget?” Mal asked, sharpening his tone.
Nico’s whole body flinched, his pink tongue darting out to lick over his lips. “Nothing.”
“That’s what I thought,” he murmured.
When Nico was naked, his clothes in a pile at his feet, Mal made a low noise of approval, his gaze hungrily roaming Nico’s body, noting he was already painfully hard, cock flushed and wet at the tip. Mal ached to take him into his mouth, swallow him down.
One day, Mal was going to take his time and trace every single tattoo with his tongue. Nico deserved to be worshiped and Mal was his most devoted acolyte.
“Are you sure this isn’t going to hurt you?” Nico asked, anxiety creeping into his voice.
“I promise, baby. Now, get over here and put your dick in me,” Mal demanded, schooling his features into a pout, even as he rid himself of his own underwear, stroking himself. “I’m starting to think you just don’t want to fuck me.”
Nico snorted like that was an absurd notion, then crawled back onto the bed, settling on his knees between Mal’s thighs. “Fine, but, for the record, my stroke game has never been called life-affirming. It’s average at best.”
“I highly doubt that’s the case, but I’ll take it either way.”
Nico surged forward, crashing their lips together, whining when Mal responded in kind, tongues battling for dominance. Mal hissed as Nico’s weight settled over him, accidentally elbowing him in the ribs. Nico retreated, sitting back on his knees, brows pinched.
“I’m already hurting you,” Nico wailed.
“Okay, and…?” Mal said.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
Mal gave him a flat stare. “Were you not the one beggingmeto hurtyoujust last night?”
Nico gave him a pleading look, his hands skating over Mal’s thighs. “That’s different.”
Mal snorted. “How?”
Nico floundered, then blurted, “Because someone else hurt you, not me.”
Mal chuckled. “I think you might be splitting hairs, Fidget.”
“Don’t make fun of me,” Nico cried. “I don’t want to injure you further. Freckles said you’re lucky to be alive.”
Mal snorted. “Really? He told me that I was being dramatic and to suck it up.”
