“You too. I don’t know what I would have done without you today.” He slipped the elastic in Oliver’s hair loose.
“It felt good to be able to help.”
Nick pulled Oliver’s perfect shirt out of the waistband of his pants. “I’m going to wrinkle the hell out of this suit.”
Oliver laughed and pushed him away. His eyes were hot as he pulled the tie from around his neck. “I’d like to see you try.”
* * *
Nick was deep inside Oliver, holding them as close as he could. They lay on their sides, and Nick thrust lazily, moving enough to keep them both hard, not enough to make them come. He could stay like this all night, listening to the rustle of the sheets on their skin and Oliver’s soft grunts and sighs as Nick worked him.
He’d half expected to be too tired for sex, but Oliver’s skin under his hands, his tongue in his mouth, was enough to keep him going.
“I love you.” Nick might never get tired of saying that.
Oliver writhed, twisting back to wrap one hand around Nick’s neck and pull him in for a kiss. His beard brushed against Nick’s cheek, rough on his skin, and it made his heart speed up. His. Oliver was his, to touch, to taste, to have. Finally.
His cock pulsed, making Oliver moan, and Nick thrust deep, loving the way Oliver responded under his body.
“More,” Oliver panted. “Please, baby. Give me more.”
Nick bit at his earlobe. “What did we say about pet names?”
“You love it.” Oliver laughed as he pinched Nick’s thigh, then growled deep in his chest as Nick palmed his cock to stroke him.
He did love it. With Oliver, the name went straight to Nick’s gut, something needy and desperate hidden inside of it.
He thrust in again, hard, and Oliver arched against him.
“Baby. Please. I need you.”
“What do you need?” He kissed the spot at the base of Oliver’s skull, burying his face in the coil of hair there.
“You. Oh god.” Oliver bucked as Nick pushed into him again. “You. I need you. Now. Please.”
Nick rolled away, pulling out of Oliver.
“What?” Oliver’s head turned toward him.
“Come here.” He sat up, bracing himself against the headboard. Oliver, hair tangled, eyes glassy, followed, crawling up his body, dragging his finger’s over Nick’s bobbing cock. The weight of him, the heat, as he seated himself back down on top of Nick, taking him deep inside, had Nick’s eyes rolling back in his head.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I am going to hang on to you with everything I have.” He buried his hands in Oliver’s hair, holding it tight, tipping Oliver’s mouth back to take it with his own. Oliver groaned, body tightening around Nick when he rolled his hips.
“I’m so glad we couldn’t do uncomplicated.” Oliver whimpered as Nick bit down on the heavy cord at his neck. Nick thrust up, holding Oliver down on him as he rocked, and Oliver went boneless against him.
“You’re so good,” Nick said. “Mine. You’re so mine.”
“Yes.” Oliver’s blunt nails dug into his shoulders while his hips rolled. “Yes. Yours. I’m yours.”
Nick rubbed his thumb over the head of Oliver’s cock, spreading the bead of pre-come over the tip, loving the way Oliver clenched and shivered. He explored further, knuckles dragging up and down, making him pulse and jump against his hand.
He thrust up again and again. With gravity working against him, he didn’t have much range of motion, but each thrust had Oliver crying out as his lips dragged over Nick’s skin, and that was all he needed. He stroked Oliver, who surged in his palm while fucking himself down on Nick’s cock.
“You’re doing all the work,” Nick said.
“Shut up and make me come.”
Who was Nick to say no to a request like that? He licked a stripe down his palm and jerked Oliver for real, his head moving in and out of Nick’s grip in rapid thrusts.
