Mom (10:25 p.m.):Friday or maybe Saturday. That okay?
Alex (10:25 p.m.):yep! have fun and tell tammy i said hi
Alex (10:26 p.m.):goodnight <3
My mom texted me earlier, too, and I know she was fishing for information, wanting to know how Nico reacted to our talk. I didn’t really give her any details, and I can tell she’s curious but giving me space.
I set my phone face down on the nightstand just as the door creaks open and Nico steps into the bedroom. My eyes dart over, and my breath catches in my throat.
He’s wearing a towel around his waist. Nothing else. And his cheeks are some adorable shade of pink, tinged with embarrassment. He gives me a quick, tight smile and then turns away and heads over to the laundry basket in the corner, where he’s been keeping his clean clothes. I shouldn’t be watching him since he’s obviously feeling self-conscious, but when he bends over slightly to sort through the clothes, the towel stretches over his ass and I have to tear my eyes away, forcing myself to look down at my hands instead.
That doesn’t help much. I’ve got too active an imagination, and I can still see it. His perfect, pale skin and lean muscles. The thin trail of hair leading down from his belly button and disappearing under the towel. The water droplets sliding down his back.
I swallow back a groan and reach down to adjust myself in my pants.
Across the room, Nico straightens back up, and I lift my eyes to see him glance over at me, his cheeks still pink but his lips twisted up in a teasing half smile. He holds up a change of clothes. “Forgot these. Be right back. That is, unless you want me to just sleep naked tonight.”
My face heats up, and I suck in a sharp breath as I stare at him openly now. God, his abs and that happy trail, just the faint hint of dark hair. I want to—
He takes a step toward me, his free hand moving to where the towel is tucked in to secure it at his waist. He tugs at the edgelightly, loosening it, and my heart stops.
Fuck. Fuck, is he serious?
“Wha—what are you—?” I stammer, but Nico doesn’t answer. He just chuckles and then winks at me before disappearing back into the hallway and heading toward the bathroom.
And I let out a long breath and fall back onto the bed, groaning loudly this time as I bring a hand up to cover my eyes. My body continues to betray me, my dick reacting as though Nico were still in the room with me. Stepping closer. Tugging off the towel and letting it drop to the floor. Pushing me back onto the bed as he straddles me, then—
“So, Friday, you know if you want to go to that thing in Omaha—”
Nico’s voice stops abruptly, and my eyes fly open to see him standing in the doorway. He’s dressed now—just in a pair of navy sleep shorts and an old gray T-shirt that might actually be mine. And that should probably help me, but it doesn’t. Not at all. I watch as his tongue wets his lips and his eyes drink me in, stopping at where my hand rests impatiently against my thigh, only inches from my cock. My sweatpants definitely don’t hide how aroused I am, and I hear him hiss out a quiet “ah, fuck” as he steps all the way into the room and closes the door behind him, not taking his eyes off me the whole time.
I should probably feel embarrassed, like I was when he interrupted me jerking off last week. But his eyes just look hungry, and that sends a new pulse of heat through me. I prop myself up on my elbows, and he takes another step closer as he drags his eyes up my body to my face, his teeth now biting at his bottom lip.
Ah, fuckis right.
“I-I wasn’t going to go,” I stammer.
“Go?” He’s closer now, his smile teasing and sexy at the sametime.
I swallow hard as he stops in front of me. “T-to Omaha.”
My heart hammers in my chest and heat floods my cheeks as he leans over, climbing on top of me onto the bed. His knees cage my thighs, and I drop down onto my back as he lowers himself to his elbows over me. His mouth pauses, his lips nearly brushing mine, and holy god, he smells good. All fresh soap and vanilla.
In a raspy whisper, he says, “Mmm. But you can. If you want.”
“If I... Oh, fuuuuck.” I screw my eyes shut and push my head back into the bed as he relaxes his hips down into me. He’s as hard as I am, and his thick cock throbs against mine as his mouth skims down my skin, stopping at the base of my neck.
He stays there for several seconds, breathing hard, and I start to feel it. He’s trembling, the muscles in his arms and legs shaking, and even his breath shudders on each exhale. I’m not sure what to do about it or whether it’s just muscle fatigue and exhaustion or something else. So I give him a few more seconds.
Gently, I lift one hand to his waist, and at the contact, a small sound escapes him. It’s not quite a groan or a whimper, but it tears through my heart with its pain and sadness.
“Nico?”
He immediately shakes his head and starts to push himself back up to his elbows. “Sorry. I—fuck, I’m sorry. I’ll just...” He shifts slightly, and his lips capture mine, and he starts rocking his hips against me with a rhythm that doesn’t quite work. His kiss, too, it’s forced, detached. Or something.
Something’s wrong.
I bring my hand up to his chest and push lightly. “Mmm, Nico, wait. What’s... what’s...”
