“Lube.”
“Lube?” Where the hell had that come from?
He must have said that second part out loud, because Oliver chuckled as he leaned down to kiss Nick where the bottle had landed. It would have been sweet, except Oliver’s entire body shook with laughter as he did it.
“It was on the coffee table. I was trying to be prepared.”
“What are you, a Boy Scout?”
“Lawyer.”
“Right.” He groaned and rolled his head until he could see the bottle of lube that lay on its side on the carpet. Oliver pumped it a few times into his hand. Then he slid his slicked palm between them to grasp their erections together.
Nick’s eyes rolled back in his head at the feeling. The lube was cool to start but warmed up quickly as Oliver worked them. Nick had to bite his tongue to hold back the string of curses as his balls ached, and his toes curled into the rug.
“Better?” Oliver said.
“Mm-hmm.” Nick’s lips were clamped tight.
“How’s your nose?”
“Shut up and come here.” Nick wrapped his arms tight around Oliver, crushing them together. He rolled, until he was on top again. Oliver had to pull his hand free to keep from crashing into the coffee table, but that was fine. Nick knew what he needed now. He grabbed the bottle and lubed up his palm before settling onto his knees and taking both of them in his hand. Oliver’s cock was longer and cut. The head was flushed purple and leaked against Nick’s wider uncut one. He shuddered when Oliver growled underneath him.
“Ready?” Nick said.
Oliver’s face was flushed, and his breathing heavy, but his eyes went wide in mock innocence.
“For what?”
Nick thrust again, then stroked them together a few times, letting his hand twist as he came to the end, then slid back down. The innocence vanished from Oliver’s face, and he swallowed hard.
Nick placed a hand on Oliver’s chest as he started to move, his other hand twisting while his hips rocked. The image was pornographic, almost dream-like, but still better than all of that, because the sound of their heavy breathing and the sight of Oliver’s hair spread out around his head were accompanied by the sensation of them gliding together and the sizzling heat in Nick’s balls.
Oliver’s palm slapped over his chest, fingers pressing into his pec. His tongue darted out to swipe at his lip before he started to pant. In Nick’s hand, Oliver’s cock pulsed and lengthened farther. Nick was going to come apart, but the fact that Oliver was equally into it fired Nick’s blood.
“I want to come like this,” Oliver said between gasps. Nick laughed as he leaned forward to kiss him, but the change in their positions made it hard to keep jerking them together, so he settled for a quick peck before he sat up again. His vision narrowed until all he could see was the long blond man underneath him, writhing as the pleasure grew between them.
Nick’s orgasm was building, tingling in his lower back, when Oliver shouted and bucked. He groaned, long and low, as come slicked over Nick’s hand and out over Oliver’s chest. The sight of it, white lines on his skin and hair, was enough to make Nick curl in on himself as his body locked down and pumped hard in his fist. He clamped his teeth shut and grunted through it as his semen landed on Oliver, mixing with what was already there. The moment was messy and perfect, and Nick didn’t know why he’d been so nervous before.
He sagged as they both softened in his palm. Beneath him, Oliver was getting his breathing back under control, and he smiled lazily as he lifted his head long enough to glance at Nick.
“Not bad,” Oliver smoothed his hair so it lay flat against the carpet.
Nick laughed, still out of breath, and rubbed at the bridge of his nose. “Got a bit awkward in the middle there.”
“We don’t have to talk about that.”
Fair point. Nick rolled off and heaved himself onto the couch, still basking in the warm post-sex haze.
“Watch it.” Oliver sat up on his elbows, still beautifully naked and with come on his chest. “Your ass and your bits will stick to that couch if you’re not careful.”
Nick raised an eyebrow. “My bits?”
“I don’t want to mention your balls and my couch in the same sentence.”
Nick really couldn’t help his laughter this time. “You should get more acquainted with my balls. You might like them.”
“Next time.” Oliver stood, and his eyes widened. “That’s quite the scar.”
