God, I hate disappointing him. None of this would be possible without him. He helped me transform from a meek littlekid to the strong badass man I am now. He handles so much to make this possible, and I can’t even do the little things I’m responsible for properly.
“Dude, whatever you’re thinking right now, it’s bullshit,” he says, reading my mind.
“They started over a month ago,” I confess.
“And you didn’t tell me?” The hurt on his face feels foreign and wrong.
“I thought I had it handled,” I say honestly.
“Elliot, we’re a team. You don’t have to handle anything alone. No, not even your mental health,” he stresses when I interrupt. “We’re taking a break,” he announces.
“What?No, that’s unnecessary,” I protest.
He shakes his head. “It’s final. We can’t make mistakes. What we do is too dangerous. I did not have any active suspects anyway before you give me the whole tirade about how this is bigger than us,” he counters.
I nod meekly.
“Now tell me about the dreams.”
***
Nicholas shows up at the clinic with sandwiches for lunch the next day. Natalie, an adorable Shih Tzu’s mom, fawns on him foran hour, so lunch break gets delayed until I’m hungryandcranky.
“Dude, stop glaring at her. She’s a regular client, and that’s not even a good way of feeling someone’s arm. She’s too transparent for him to fall for it,” Ashley says.
Nicholas laughs at me when Natalie finally leaves and drags me to my office. When I say drag, he literally pulls my arms until I follow him. He slams the door behind him, then me against the door.
His mouth crashes on mine, teeth clattering. He slows down to adjust me to his liking before shoving his tongue into my mouth. Technically, a bad kiss in every way, but my body heats up, dick taking immediate notice. I pull him close while he licks into my mouth with his stupid tongue.
He pulls back. “Even if it’s casual, it can’t be right only tomeet once a week,” he says against my lips.
I nod, but I have a feeling I’d agree with everything he says to get him back to kissing again. I’ve never really been a fan. But Nicholas kisses with his whole body. His hands gliding over me, my brain scrambling to keep up with the sensations. His body easily covers mine, but it doesn’t make me feel weak. Just safe.
I bite his lip hard to make that particular thought go away.
He walks back, pulling me with him. I mouth at the stubble on his jaw, lightly biting the skin. He pushes me against the desk this time. I climb up to get better access to his mouth. He parts my legs and closes the gap between us.
The shift brings his dick right there with mine. I gasp when he rubs against me.
“Fuck, this is perfect,” he sighs.
He moves down, nipping my neck, grinding against me.
“Wait,” I say. He immediately pulls back.
I unzip his pants, taking out his hard, heavy cock. “Fuck, baby,” he moans as I give it a couple of tugs.
I unzip my pants and take out my cock too. I place my palm near his mouth. “Lick,” I tell him.
He holds my wrist with his large hand and does just that. His eyes meet mine as wet heat coats my hand. Suddenly, my palm feels like it’s made of live wires that are directly connected to my dick.
It gets difficult to breathe.
I snatch my hand when I realize he has no intention of giving it back. Shit to do, dicks to jerk, Nicholas.
I slide our cocks together and tug at them. Hard to do with the monster he carries in his pants. So, I lick my other hand (to save time) and get it in there too. I move my hands up and down, in a quick, firm rhythm.
Nicholas’s eyes are wide with amazement. “I—I love this. Why… haven’t I been doing…. this all along?Fuuuuck, Elliot,” he blabbers. His words are broken, but that doesn’t stop him.
