“Nix?”
“Mm?”
“I’d really like to… If you’re up for it, could I fuck you?”
My heart stuttered, and I was somewhere between euphoria and disorientation as I tried to make sense of what he’d said. He wanted to fuck me? I usually topped, but bottoming for Pack would be a dream come true.
He let my cock go and fixed his smoldering eyes on mine. “I really want to be inside you, but I understand if you’re not ready.”
“No.” I reached for his hands. “I want you to fuck me, but have you ever done anal before?”
His cheeks turned red. “A few times, with women.”
I nodded. “Mechanics should be about the same. I’m totally up for it, so let’s go.”
PACKY
I leaned across the bed and grabbed supplies out of the nightstand drawer. My hand jerked, and I dropped the lube, then had to lean over the side of the bed to get it.
When I turned back, he was grinning. “Sure you’re ready for this?”
My eyes dropped to the dip at the base of his throat, and the present slid away. College rushed in.
One day at practice, I catch an edge and go down hard, flat on my back. The rink lights smear into white stars, and for a moment, I can’t move. Then Nico’s face appears above me, breath fogging in the cold.
“Hey, Pack. You with me?”
His gloved hands grip my arms. He stays there, kneeling, until the dizziness fades.
When my eyes focus, I say, “Nix.”
“Can you sit up?”
He pulls me forward, and suddenly my face is inches from his throat. The smell hits me, sweaty Nix and a trace of his cologne, sharp enough to clear my head completely. Because just like that, I’m hard.
The fall confused my body, but the feeling doesn’t go away. I keep my girlfriend up half the night trying to get that moment with Nix out of my system.
The memory loosened its grip, and the college rink dissolved into Nico in the present, kneeling naked in front of me. I took his hand and kissed it. This time, it wasn’t confusion or adrenaline humming through me; it was certainty. Nix had always been the one who made things okay, but back then, I hadn’t known enough to see it.
“Hi,” he said, squeezing my hand. “We don’t have to fuck, babe. Want me to suck you off?”
I shook my head. “No. I want to be inside you. I’ve needed it for so long.”
He raised his free hand to brush the stubble on my jaw. “I think I’ve needed it longer than you have.”
“On your back.”
I tossed the lube and condom aside and crawled on top of him. The kiss was hungry, full of heat and need. My head spun the way it had back in college, but this time I understood why. This was Nix, solid muscle against my chest, with his familiar scent everywhere. Our cocks slid together, and a fresh jolt of desire burned through me. I ground against him while I slipped my tongue into his mouth and found his.
The kiss grew more insistent, and he finally pulled away. His lips were wet and swollen. “Need you, Pack. Stop teasing me.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I rolled off him and shoved a pillow under his hips. My hands shook as I knelt between his legs, and I clenched my fists to steady them before coating my fingers with lube.
Since I’d done this with women before, I knew I had to prep him. I pressed a slick finger against his hole and pushed.
He grunted, wiggling his hips and skewering himself on my finger. The sight made my dick throb. I kissed his cock, loving the rock-hard, pulsing heat of him. When I worked a second finger inside his ass, he groaned.
I played with him, fucking him with my fingers, and then scissoring them. He became more excited and started moaning.
