This time, Nick didn’t hold back. His kiss was more like a lunge, pressing Oliver all the way into the couch. He gripped and he nipped, his hands roaming over Oliver’s beautiful long body while Oliver explored too, making Nick shudder. It had been such a long time since anyone had touched him like this.
When Oliver cupped him through his jeans, Nick’s whole body spasmed. Shit, he was worse than a horny teenager if groping was all it took to get him this hard. He tunneled his fingers deeper into Oliver’s hair, close to the scalp, and pulled. He was rewarded with Oliver’s gasp, while Nick tried to cover the entire length of his throat with kisses.
Eventually, the couch became confining. Oliver went to sit up, accompanied by a soft ripping sound where his skin stuck to the leather. He grunted, then buried his face in Nick’s neck to cover his laugh. “I think we’re going to have to move.”
“Okay.” Nick knelt on the floor. Palming himself in his jeans, he stared at the long outline of Oliver’s erection, pressed against the front of his pants. He’d felt it, pressed against his inner thigh, but the sight made his heart race. Oliver was as turned-on as he was. Maybe he even wanted Nick as much as Nick wanted him. Nick’s dick ached, and he flipped the button open at the top of his fly, trying to hurry this along.
Oliver watched him for a minute, smile turning crooked.
“As much as I don’t need another leather sofa skin peel, you know we’re risking some serious rug burn if we get down on the floor, right?”
“Rug burn’s no big deal. I know people in emergency services if it comes to that.”
Oliver practically tackled him.
The floor was better. More space to move. They wound up with Oliver on his back and Nick pressing his whole body down on him, their legs twining together.
“Take my pants off.” Oliver rolled his hips. Nick was only too happy to oblige. He undid the fly and pulled the zipper down slowly, watching Oliver’s face the whole way. His eyes were half shut, and his neck arched when Nick gripped him through his underwear.
“Never mind the pants,” Oliver said. “Just do that.”
“You really are chatty in bed, you know that, right?”
“Who’s in bed?”
Nick pumped him a few more times, loving the way Oliver shifted restlessly, before he sat up and worked Oliver’s jeans off. He squirmed and removed his own pants too.
Oliver rolled up onto one elbow to meet Nick as he came back down. His tongue pressed into Nick’s mouth while his hand slid inside his boxer briefs. Nick closed his eyes as the wave of pleasure crashed down on him.
“Yes.” Not like he didn’t jerk off from time to time, but being touched by someone else would always be better.
“Yeah?” Oliver sucked on Nick’s lip as he worked him. Nick rolled, taking Oliver with him so Oliver was half on top and Nick lay with his hands behind his head. He’d get back to touching Oliver in a minute, but right now, he wanted to feel.
Oliver kissed all over his body while his hand worked on Nick’s cock, making him shudder. How had he gone so long without being touched? Getting here with Oliver suddenly felt so easy.
Oliver pulled him free of his underwear and tapped at his thigh to get Nick to lift his hips. When he was fully naked, Oliver sat back on his knees, still in his own boxer briefs. His hand ran up and down the front of them as he bit his lip.
“You’re even better than I imagined,” he said as he gazed down at Nick’s body.
Nick rolled his head to avert his eyes and hide a blush. “I’m nothing special.” But he stroked his cock lazily and let Oliver look his fill.
Oliver spread himself on top of Nick. The fabric of Oliver’s boxer briefs on Nick’s dick made him groan and rock his hips. Oliver did the same, and they picked up an easy rhythm as they kissed on the floor, grinding in slow circles.
“You are gorgeous,” Oliver said in his ear. “Exactly what I hoped for when I kissed you the first time.”
Nick was aching and leaking in minutes, thanks to the heat of their bodies and the friction of the fabric rolling over his cock like silk. He tried to shift so he could touch himself, but Oliver’s longer body held him in place. If Nick was going to get off like this, he’d need to thrust harder, and then he really would go to work with rug burn.
“What are you doing?” Oliver asked.
“I need more.”
“More?” Oliver arched, lifting off Nick long enough to pull his underwear down toward his knees. He kissed Nick, tongue swirling over his lips and teeth. The hard, naked heat of him lined up against Nick made him whimper. Better. They could hump against each other like teenagers, and it would still probably be the best orgasm Nick had in years.
Oliver reached over them, and then something hard and heavy tumbled onto Nick’s head, bouncing off his nose. Bright pain burst through his arousal, and tears instinctively welled in his eyes.
“Shit, I’m sorry!” Oliver scrambled off.
“What was that?” Nick rubbed at his face.
