“I’m trying to be honorable.” For another ten seconds, anyway.
Nick let him go and pushed past him, making Oliver sigh in relief. At least one cooler head was going to prevail. But then Nick closed the workshop door and turned, his back pressed to it. The look on his face, the need and the determination, had Oliver standing to attention, even while his knees wobbled.
“Here’s what we’re going to do,” Nick said as he closed the small space between them.
Oliver swallowed hard. “I’m listening.”
Nick pulled their mouths together, his tongue pushing in brutally, his fingers tangling in Oliver’s hair. Oliver groaned under his control. Whenever Nick got like this, Oliver had to fight not to turn into a puddle. He needed Nick to take control—of him, of his pleasure. All of it.
“Do you want this?” Nick ran a hand over the front of Oliver’s jeans.
Oliver went to nod, but Nick still had a tight grip on his hair, and the pull when he tried to move brought a few bright tears to his eyes. “Yes.”
“You want me to make you come? Here?”
Oh God. Oliver would always want that.
“It’s going to be fast.” Nick pressed against him so he was pinned to the workbench.
“Okay.” The feeling of Nick’s hand on Oliver’s dick made it hard to concentrate.
“And you need to be quiet.” Nick punctuated his point with his tongue in Oliver’s mouth, swallowing his agreement. “If you make too much noise, I will stop. Do you understand?”
Oliver could only whine against Nick’s lips while his hips jerked in the man’s grip.
Nick wasn’t kidding about fast. One second, they were devouring each other. The next, Nick was on his knees, with Oliver’s pants undone and pushed around his ankles.
Oliver’s cock bobbed, free from his boxer briefs, and he stroked himself while Nick kissed his thighs. He only had a second to prepare himself before Nick took over, jerking him hard and rough. Oliver gasped. Just as suddenly, Nick’s hand was gone, leaving Oliver feeling exposed. He shivered as he glanced down. Nick, his perfect face turned up, was watching him. When their eyes met, he pressed a silent finger to his lips in a warning, and Oliver nearly came on the spot. He gripped the bench, the rough wood biting into his hands and nodded, then nearly lost it all over again when Nick opened his mouth to take in Oliver’s cock.
Nick’s mouth was perfect. And hot. Wet and tight. Oliver squeezed his eyes shut to block out the image of his cock disappearing between Nick’s lips, but it didn’t matter because the sensation alone would set him on fire.
He bit his tongue to keep from shouting when he bumped against the back of Nick’s throat. Nick choked and slid off him, going back to working him with his hand. The friction was hard, but Oliver wouldn’t ask him to stop, not in a million years. He arched back, focusing on staying quiet and also on staying upright.
“You’re so beautiful,” Nick said. “So fucking beautiful. Do you know what you do to me?”
He sucked Oliver back down, head bobbing to nearly the same pace as his hand. Oliver clenched his lips shut, mesmerized. His breath came in heavy gusts, while his hand came down on the back of Nick’s head to hold him in place. Nick gagged as Oliver thrust, hitting his throat again, but he didn’t pull away. He braced one hand against Oliver’s hip and kept going.
So good. You’re so good. Keep going. More.Oliver chanted it silently in his head.
When his cock slipped deeper into Nick’s throat, he stuffed his remaining hand into his mouth to smother the choking sob threatening to burst out of him. He glanced down, and Nick’s eyes were watching him intently as he sucked, taking Oliver all the way to the base of his shaft.
Oliver bucked when a single finger pressed against his ass, circling the tight muscle. Tears leaked out of the corners of his eyes, but he fought down the moans as Nick continued to tease him.
More please. Fuck me. Please.
There wouldn’t be any fucking tonight, but that didn’t keep Oliver from picturing the deep concentration on Nick’s face as he pushed himself into Oliver’s body. It didn’t keep him from shuddering at the remembered sting of Nick’s thick cock taking possession of him.
He nearly fell as his orgasm erupted out of him. He definitely had to let go of Nick’s head to clap both his hands over his mouth, muffling his shouts while his cock pumped itself dry down Nick’s throat. The neon tube lights above them dimmed, or else Oliver was trying not to black out as he panted. Despite it all, he heard Nick’s grunt, even while Oliver was still in his mouth, that said the other man was coming too.
Oliver needed a long time before he was sure he wouldn’t embarrass himself when he uncovered his mouth. So many things he wanted to say all at once. He wanted to praise Nick, call him a million dirty names, or pour all the softest and most desperate things in his heart all over the basement workshop. The depth of it terrified him. So he kept silent.
His cock went limp in Nick’s mouth, and Nick released him, head resting against Oliver’s thigh. His pants were open—though when he’d had time, Oliver had no idea—and his fist was slick with come.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said again, nuzzling above the line of Oliver’s pubic hair. He groped blindly on the workbench until he found a rag, which he used to clean them both up as best as he could before he sat back, tucking himself into his pants.
Oliver ran a shaking hand over Nick’s skull, then froze as the small room was filled with the sound of stomping feet upstairs. Nick pulled himself to his feet, and they stared wordlessly at the ceiling. Above them, Hayden made his way to the kitchen. There were a number of muffled banging noises—cupboards being opened and closed—and then the feet marched back up the hall.
They stayed still for a minute longer, but with no further noise upstairs, Nick planted a kiss to Oliver’s temple. “Stay here tonight?”
