Mal grimaced. “Let’s just say that Freckles and I now know each other on a much more intimate level.”
An ugly feeling shot through Nico. “You let Freckles see you naked?”
“He’s a doctor, Fidget. Would you be mad if a doctor saw me naked?”
Nico thought about it, hating how slippery the thought made his insides feel. “Yeah, probably a little bit if he was hot, rich, and gay.”
Mal looked offended. “You think the only reason we’re together is ‘cause I couldn’t bag a hot, rich, gay guy?” He lifted his shirt, showing Nico his abs. “Have you seen me?”
Nico rolled his eyes, giving him a catty look. “No, I know you’re with me ‘cause I’m adorable and good in bed.”
Mal snorted. “I literally just had to coach you through fucking me. You—with your own mouth—told me your stroke game was mediocre at best.”
Nico’s mouth fell open. “I can’t believe you’d bring that up now,” he said, scandalized.
“Hey, no judgment, Fidget. I’m just saying…the sex isn’t why I love you.”
Nico’s heart cartwheeled in his chest at Mal’s casual admission. Fuck, would he ever get used to hearing him say that? They’d said it before, but as friends, not as…more.
Nico didn’t want to get too in his head about it, so he forced himself to keep the conversation surface level. He looked over his shoulder and down at the curve of his butt. “You have to admit, though, this ass is top tier. Besides, what I lack in rhythm, I make up for in…blowjob skills.”
“I wouldn’t know, pillow princess,” Mal taunted.
Nico’s mouth fell open again. “I’ve sucked you off.”
“No, you let me fuck your throat.” Lightning shot through Nico’s whole body at the memory. “That’s a whole different skill set. Though, I do admit, you take it better than most.”
Most? No, he wasn’t going down that rabbit hole. “How is that different from a blowjob?”
Mal grinned. “One requires stamina, the other actual skill.”
Nico scoffed. “Are you saying I have stamina but no skill?”
“I’m saying even your stamina could use work, Fidget,” he teased. “But that’s okay. I like teaching you. You’re an excellent student.”
Nico knew he was taunting him, egging him on, but he couldn’t let it go. “I’ll have you know, I’ve been told I could suck a golf ball through a garden hose.”
Mal arched a brow, eyes lighting up, his smug expression making Nico want to punch him. “Care to prove that, baby?”
He’d walked right into Mal’s trap…again. His confidence faltered almost immediately.
“Are you asking me to blow you less than five minutes after telling your brother we wouldn’t be having sex?” he tried, hoping to distract him.
Mal shrugged, cupping himself through his borrowed sweatpants, drawing attention to his half-hard cock. “One: is a blowjob really sex? Two: I promised nothing.”
Saliva pooled in Nico’s mouth as he stared at the outline of Mal’s dick through the thin material. It really was perfect. Mal was perfect. Nico wanted him in his mouth. Hell, he wanted him anywhere he could get him.
He dragged his gaze to the wall connecting the two bedrooms, chewing his lip thoughtfully. After a minute, he said, “Fine, but you have to stay quiet. I don’t want to get yelled at again.”
Nico gasped as Mal’s arm went around his waist, yanking him until they were pressed together. He looked so imposing when they were this close.
“Are you giving me orders now?” Mal asked, his tone just menacing enough to make the blood in Nico’s head rush south.
“No,” Nico said, pouting in a way that always drove Mal crazy. “But I know you’d never hurt me. The same can’t be said for your brother. I love him but you know he can be coo-coo bananas when he snaps. I don’t want to be the thing that sends him over the edge again.”
“See that’s where you’re wrong, Fidget,” Mal said, digging his nails into the meat of Nico’s ass. “I can’t wait to hurt you. I just know how much you love when I do.”
Nico bit back a desperate sound, letting Mal push him away. Nico watched, transfixed, as Mal hooked his thumbs into his sweatpants and dragged them down, underwear, too, leaving him in only his shirt, like he was Winnie the Pooh. It should have looked ridiculous but he just looked hot.
