When he approached, Nico’s gaze shot up to his face.
Stone stopped directly in front of him. “What’s with the insecurity, Nico?”
Another shrug. “I don’t know.”
“Tell me,” Stone insisted because he could tell something was on Nico’s mind.
“I guess I never considered what a one-on-one thing would be like.”
“You mean with me?”
Nico nodded.
“Are you opposed to it?”
“No.”
“Good.”
Unable to resist, Stone leaned in and pressed his lips to Nico’s. Just a light brush of their mouths.
“I’m interested in what you’re interested in,” Stone whispered, reaching for his hand. “And right now, I’m interested in watchin’ a movie.”
“You were serious?” Nico chuckled, and it sounded strained.
“This is a date. That’s what you do on dates. You have a nice meal, watch a movie, talk.” He stopped before they reached the couch, turning so he was toe to toe with Nico. He leaned in and lowered his voice. “Unless you want me to strip you right now and torture you until you beg me to fuck you.”
God, Nico’s shocked gasp made Stone’s dick hard. Well, he figured harderwas a better description because the damn thing had been making his jeans uncomfortably tight ever since Nico walked in the door.
When Nico didn’t say a word, Stone gripped his jaw, sliding his thumb along the smooth contour. He smelled good. Not like he had back then. Back then, Nico had smelled like sweat and man, and damn, that sensory memory still got Stone off at night. But now … now, Nico had a spicy, fresh scent that told Stone he wasn’t a rambunctious teenager anymore. He was a grown man whose desires had transformed over the years.
“Have a seat,” Stone told him, enjoying that he could feel Nico’s pulse beating faster.
Nico nodded, responding like Stone had asked a question, but then he took a seat. Awkwardly at first, but then he seemed to snap out of it. Stone went through the house and turned off the lights, leaving only the mood lighting above the kitchen cabinets on.
Stone joined him on the couch, grabbing the remote and passing it to Nico.
“You pick.”
The tension began to ease as they talked their way through the menu of movie options. A few they discussed at length while Nico continued to scroll through. By the time they landed on one, the tension had dissipated completely. That lasted until about twenty minutes into the movie when Stone grabbed the throw blanket off the back of the sofa and scooted closer to Nico so they could cover up. Reilly had warned him that the house was drafty due to the high, vaulted ceilings, and she wasn’t wrong.
Stone lasted for another half hour before he couldn’t resist the urge to touch Nico’s leg, which was now pressing against his, their bare feet resting on the ottoman.
“Keep watchin’ the movie,” Stone instructed when Nico’s gaze shifted to his lap.
“It’s kinda hard when you’re doin’ … that.” He gasped on the last word because Stone dipped his fingers into the waistband of Nico’s sweatpants and brushed against the head of his dick.
“Are you tellin’ me to stop?”
“God, no.” Nico moaned, his hips lifting as Stone pushed his hand deeper, stroking the long, thick length of him.
Stone chuckled, unable to pretend he was even slightly interested in the movie. He appreciated the light that came from the television, though, because when he pulled the blanket down, he was greeted by the glistening tip of Nico’s cock.
“You’re fuckin’ hard for me,” he growled as he got to his feet, sliding the large ottoman so that it butted up against the couch. “Do you remember the rules?”
Nico’s eyes were glassy as he peered up at him. “Yeah.”
“What are they?”
