Except, it turned out only Oliver had been so committed.
Nick’s hands washing over his hips, moving down his thighs, kneading at the muscles there with his knuckles, snapped Oliver back from his thoughts. Oliver groaned and might have slipped if it weren’t for Nick’s other hand pressed against Oliver’s stomach, holding him close.
“I want to touch you,” Oliver said. He was hard, his cock heavy between his legs, and it was all Nick, his mouth, his hands, his hot breath on Oliver’s wet skin, giving him pleasure. “Please, I need to touch you.”
Nick turned him, and now Oliver pushed back. The shower was big. He hadn’t thought about sex and whether the house would fit a partner when he’d rented it, but now Nick was here, he was glad it did. Nick’s back hit the tiled wall, and he hissed, but Oliver was on him a second later, hot and needy. He hadn’t been able to the night before, while they’d been on the phone. He needed to touch, needed to complete what they’d started last night.
His teeth grazed over one of Nick’s nipples. Nick grunted, and his big hands came down on Oliver’s shoulders. They squeezed, massaging again, the sensation working up his neck to the back of his skull. And then the grip changed, pushing down. Oliver knew what Nick wanted. He’d promised to give it to him.
He slipped to his knees on the hard tile. They were out of the spray from the shower, but the air around them was humid and warm. Oliver kissed the line from Nick’s navel downward, then raised his head and one hand up.
“Soap?”
Nick’s dark eyes bored down at him as he passed him the bar. Oliver lathered his hands and ran them over Nick’s flat stomach. The hair on his belly was soft and dark, nearly black, growing thicker at his groin. Oliver watched the suds spill through the dark curls and then down over his thighs, muscled and just as hairy. Cooper had never managed to grow more than the faintest smattering of hair, mostly between his nipples and around his cock. By contrast, Nick was covered in it, and the difference delighted Oliver.
Except why was he thinking about Cooper?
He explored more, cupping Nick’s sack, and was rewarded with a deep groan.
“You said I might like your balls.” Oliver rolled them in his palm, making Nick shudder above him.
“Quit playing and suck me.”
Oliver’s confidence gave way to something hot and needy. He was still getting to know Nick, in every sense, but he liked this directness. They weren’t here for games. Nick wanted something from him, and Oliver was only too happy to give it to him.
He swiped his tongue over the tip of Nick’s cock, tasting salt. Nick groaned again while Oliver licked at the head, his hand moving up and down his shaft. One of Nick’s big hands came down to rest on the back of Oliver’s head, the fingers tangling into his wet hair, and Oliver went to work.
Nick was big in his mouth. He wrapped his lips around him, letting his tongue explore as he worked his head up and down. Above him, Nick cursed. His skin was flushed, and it seemed impossible that he could be so turned on so easily, but then again, he’d been waiting for this for hours, and Oliver had already gotten off in the middle of the night. Not that he wasn’t aroused too. His erection ached for attention, but he had one hand on the base of Nick’s cock, and the other braced against one of Nick’s thighs.
The fingers in his hair tightened as Nick pushed himself deeper into Oliver’s mouth. Pre-come leaked against Oliver’s tongue, and he closed his eyes and focused on relaxing enough to take what Nick was trying to give him. He gagged when Nick thrust too far, bumping the back of Oliver’s throat, and Nick pulled back immediately.
“Sorry.”
Oliver glanced up at him again. Nick’s lips were slick and open, his eyes hooded. Oliver focused on keeping his jaw loose as he took Nick all the way in, then another inch farther, into his throat.
The fingers in his hair became a fist, pulling enough to sting, but they didn’t fight him as Oliver pulled back to breathe and then sucked Nick down again.
“Oh God,” Nick groaned. Under Oliver’s hands, the muscles in Nick’s thighs jumped. Oliver swallowed him down again, letting his throat work around him, and was rewarded when Nick’s hips flexed, pushing himself deeper. Oliver gagged once more, but it didn’t matter. He was so turned on, watching Nick come apart above him. His own cock was leaking, and he’d only need a couple quick tugs in his fist to make himself come.
But Nick was going to come first.
His eyes were squeezed tight as Oliver changed tactics again. He tightened his lips around Nick’s cock, sucking hard and fast, working with the rhythm that Nick set with his hips. Oliver’s neck and jaw ached, but he reached between Nick’s thighs to gently roll his balls between his fingers and was rewarded with a stream of hissed grunts and curses.
“So good. Don’t stop. Fuck. Please don’t stop.”
Oliver didn’t plan to. He planned to push Nick off the edge and follow him all the way down.
Nick shouted, and then his hands in Oliver’s hair twisted, wrenching his mouth off of Nick’s cock. Nick took over, jacking himself furiously. Oliver panted and groaned, taking the opportunity to do the same. He was right at the edge, the orgasm gathering in his balls, when a deep groan punched out of Nick’s chest as white streaks of come shot out from his fist, landing on Oliver’s shoulder and chin.
“Oh my God,” Oliver moaned as his own orgasm overtook him. He shuddered and rested his forehead on the crest of Nick’s hip, growling and panting. He’d already come no more than six hours before, but somehow this one ripped out of him like it had been months.
When he came back to himself, Nick was pulling him to his feet. He kissed Oliver’s throat and cheeks, soft lazy kisses that didn’t ask for anything in return.
“Thank you,” he said in a raw voice.
“My pleasure.”
Nick bent to pick up the discarded bar of soap. Then he turned Oliver to face the water again, supporting his body against his own solid one. Oliver had been trying to blow Nick’s mind and now here he was instead, being manhandled like a rag doll, as Nick washed the come out of his chest hair.
