“I’m watching,” Andrew confirms, his own breathing labored as his eyes track the movement of Nicki’s hand as it glides from root to tip, his weeping cock revealed at the end of every desperate stroke. It’s not just Nicki’s body, which is undeniably gorgeous. It’s not just his dick, which really does nothing for Andrew without the man attached to it. It’s Nicki. Nicki, who once refused to care about anything or anyone, who loves Andrew so fiercely. Nicki, who is kind of a spoiled asshole yetalso the most loyal, good man Andrew has ever known. It’s that this man falling apart in front of him is his. His to love, to care for, to argue with, to protect. His partner in all things.
Tears prickle at the corners of Andrew’s eyes, the overwhelming need to be closer making it hard to breathe.
When Nicki notices them, he whines, crashing his lips into Andrew and kissing him while he comes all over Andrew’s stomach and chest. Without breaking the kiss, Nicki rubs his release into Andrew’s bare skin as if marking his territory. It’s ridiculously possessive, but Andrew likes it, his body buzzing with feel good endorphins.
The pleasure isn’t sexual, at least not for Andrew, who is practically floating. It feels good to let everything go. Nothing in the world matters right now except them and the feeling of Nicki’s lips against his own, a tender, claiming kiss that leaves Andrew breathless and boneless.
“I got you,” Nicki murmurs when they pull apart and Andrew is trembling.
He didn’t do anything, didn’t even come, but his legs shake and his heart pounds, and he feels decidedly vulnerable and slightly overstimulated. Something Nicki clearly senses. For once in his life, his first instinct isn’t to hide, but to let it out—taking in a shuddering breath as Nicki’s soaped up hands smooth over his chest washing away the evidence of what they just did. Because Nicki knows him—knows Andrew needs to be clean always, can tell Andrew is overwhelmed, but he’s still here. Still taking care of Andrew.
“That’s it, princess. Just close your eyes. Let me handle this now.”
Closing his eyes, he taps each finger to his thumb then repeats it, the smallest bit of his overwhelm fading as Nicki continues to wash every inch of him, moving him under the spray of water to rinse away the soap and leftover shampoo.Once they’re both clean, they step out of the shower, but Nicki won’t let him dry himself, growling something aboutprincesses don’t dry themselves.
Nicki draws the towel over his body with the same care he did the soap earlier. As if Andrew is something precious. It’s an intimacy Andrew gave up longing for, and one he won’t ever take for granted.
Suddenly exhausted despite doing nothing, he sways into Nicki, resting his forehead against his shoulder while Nicki hastily dries himself. Though the bedroom isn’t far, Nicki scoops him up and carries him to bed.
“I’m going to hold you all night,” Nicki proclaims, sliding beneath the covers with Andrew— every inch of him plastered to Andrew’s back from his toes to his head as Nicki tucks Andrew beneath his chin, slips a leg through his and throws an arm around his middle.
“Awfully presumptuous of you,” Andrew teases, not ashamed to admit he loves when Nicki gets growly and possessive.
“Not possessive, just the truth. You’re fucking mine.”
“Yeah,” Andrew says around a yawn, wiggling back into the embrace. He’s never been so glad to not have an ounce of personal space in his life.
“You’re always going to be mine, princess.”
A soft hum of agreement rumbles out of Andrew as he reaches for Nicki’s hand, removing it from his stomach to pull it towards his mouth. He kisses each of Nicki’s fingertips, hugging the hand to his chest as his eyes grow heavy.
The last thing he’s aware of is a kiss being pressed to the top of his head, followed by the familiar rumble of Nicki’s voice whisperingI’m keeping you forever,before he falls into a contented sleep.
23NICHOLAS
Nicholas has donea lot of difficult things in his life. Making it to the NHL, being an openly bisexual player in a professional sport that hasn’t always been the most welcoming, finally deciding to cut his parents off after last week’s fucked up trip to New York City. But knocking on the front door of Andrew’s parents’ house alone might be the most difficult of all. He’s pretty sure he’s never been as fucking nervous about anything in his life as he is about meeting the two people responsible for raising his boyfriend, especially since he’s late.
Technically, this is his own fault. Tony texted him after he and Andrew got home earlier this week under the guise of discussing some ideas for team building and training for next season. Given that Nicholas is neither the team captain nor a very sociable guy, he had no idea what the fuck Tony might want his opinion for. When he said as much to Andrew, it’d earned him a smile and a kiss before Andrew succinctly pointed out that Tony probably just wanted to hang out and assumed he needed an excuse, given how difficult Nicholas usually is.
Aware that he’d been a bit of an asshole, more than usual even, this last year since being traded, he’d decided to take Tony up on the offer. Unfortunately, Tony had to change their gettogether to the same day Andrew wanted Nicki to come over to his parents’ house for a belated celebration for Eden’s birthday. The moment he realized he’d be meeting Andrew’s parents at the party, he tried to cancel with Tony but Andrew would hear nothing of it, insisting it was good for Nicholas to foster his friendship with Tony. Given that Andrew is always right, he took his word for it, which is how Nicholas ended up spending the entire afternoon at the local brewery having pizza and beer, neither of which he usually eats, but Tony insisted it is a Santa Leon favorite.
With the afternoon running late, he’d called Andrew who told Nicholas to meet him at his parents’ place since he’d apparently decided to head over early to help set up. He was supposed to be here at three, but with Tony running his mouth and an accident on the freeway he’s nearly half an hour late, and while Nicholas has never minded making a fashionable entrance, he really wanted to make a good impression on Andrew’s parents.
Disgruntled and undeniably nervous, Nicki stalks up the driveway, taking in the brick lined pathway and perfectly trimmed hedges. The King family home is a stereotypical suburban house with roses under the front window and white shutters. It’s quaint and cute and makes Nicholas worry that he should’ve brought something. Andrew told him not to worry about a gift, that he already got something for Eden, but showing up to a party empty handed feels rude. Nicholas has never given a flying fuck about being rude, but now he does, and he wants to punch something. What kind of fucking boyfriend is he showing up empty-handed? A fucking disgrace.
He’s tempted to leave and go buy something, stopping only because Andrew is inside, and he hasn’t seen him since he had to leave for work this morning at eight. An entire day without his princess. It should be fucking illegal.
Lifting his hand, his knuckles barely make contact with the front door before it swings open revealing a King. Just not the one Nicholas was hoping would answer the door.
“You.”
“It’s me,” Alec confirms, hooking his thumbs in his jean pockets and rocking on his bare feet. “Anyone ever tell you that you’re charming?”
“No.”
Alec’s grin widens, the weirdly happy little fucker. He’s always so smiley and loud, and while Nicholas knows Andrew adores his little brother, Nicholas has no idea how to handle him. So much personality in such a small body. He’s like a smaller, less obnoxious Charlie.
“Come on in, Nicholas. We’ve all been waiting for you.”
