I look him over and my cock thickens.
Yeah.
That eager frat boy I was considering looking for earlier?
I think he’s right here.
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Oliver
Oliver, watching Niko two weeks ago, Monday, 9:12pm
Username: Hercules2210
I watch Niko’s Dragonfly account and I see a man who has the whole world wrapped around his finger.
He posted a set of pictures where he’s in a leather Gladiator costume, his muscles filling out the straps in all the right places.
His cock is out, resting up against his lower stomach.
In one picture, he’s positioned the camera right between his legs.
“You know this is where you belong,” the caption reads.
And it’s all I think about as I lose control.
Niko turnsto gently close my bedroom door, and I watch him from behind, feeling like I’m about to vibrate off this plane of existence.
What the fuck did I just do?
I watch him like I’m studying the person who’s about to destroy me.
And I’m so turned on I practically feel like I’m in restraints, being teased and tortured by someone who knows a whole lot more about sex than I do.
Is it possible to want something so much, for so long, that you disintegrate the moment there’s a possibility it might happen?
Is something going to happen tonight?
With fucking Niko Berlant, of all people?
One of Niko’s other new tattoos is a rose on the back of his upper arm. The red ink shifts a little as he moves to cross his arms. Tendrils of his black hair curl at the ends, and I think of every time I’ve watched him rake his fingers through that hair in videos.
I’m hard just from looking at his fucking arm.
I’vebeenachingly hard since he seemed to know, just from intuition, how badly I want to be fucked.
I’m overheating now. I’ve gone too far into territory that I definitely don’t belong in.
Focus.
Just chill out.
I throw off my jacket and loosen my tie to pull it off, then I start to unbutton my shirt. I shove it off and root through my dresser drawers for a T-shirt.
Niko’s silent now, but I see that same liquid fire in his eyes when he turns to look at me again.
“So the frecklesareall over your body,” he muses, almost like he’s talking to himself.
