by Shea Balik
“What is this made of? Some sort of bendable titanium?” he grumbled.
Tim only laughed harder. As much as Nick wanted to bitch about the situation not being funny, he had to admit, it kind of was. Not that his prick thought so, as it was all but punching its way out of Nick’s form fitting pants.
Nick arched one eyebrow up as he looked at Tim, who was still giggling. “You know, if I can’t get those off, we aren’t going to have sex.”
That stopped Tim mid chuckle. His blue-grey eyes widened in horror. A heartbeat later, he stuck his hands into the waistband of those stupid tights and shoved them downward. If only it had been that easy. But the material that Nick swore was doing its best to cock block him, somehow managed to twist around Tim’s legs causing him to tumble to the floor.
As much as Nick wanted to fuck Tim until the man was screaming Nick’s name, he couldn’t help but bust out laughing himself at that point. Tim only glared up at Nick, which he had to admit made the whole ridiculous situation even funnier.
Note to self, no more tights when choosing a costume.
In three quick strides, Nick went to one of the kitchen drawers and yanked it open. Triumphantly, he grabbed a pair of scissors. Quickly, yet careful not to let the blades hurt Tim, Nick cut the material off.
Tim stared opened mouth at the damage. “You… you… how…” Tim stammered for a full minute before finding the ability to get the words out. “You ruined them. Now I have no costume for next year.”
Like Nick would have allowed Tim to wear the stupid tights again. “We’ll get you something else next year,” he said as he put the scissors away, thinking they would get back to what they had being doing moments ago.
By the stormy look on Tim’s face, that wasn’t going to be the case. Between the lines around his lips as he scowled and the way his jaw was set as he glared at Nick, there was a good chance Tim would never want Nick to touch him again.
“I can’t just afford to buy a new costume. I had to skip meals and take two extra shifts to afford that costume.” Shit. Nick hadn’t thought about Tim needing to sacrifice for a stupid costume.
“I’m sorry. I ruined it. Why don’t you let me pay you back for it?” That only seemed to piss Tim off more.
“I’m not a charity case, Nick. I may not have a lot, but I can pay my own way.” There was so much determination in Tim’s expression as he stood there in nothing more than his boxer briefs. Nick was in awe of this sweet man.
Hoping he hadn’t spoiled their night, Nick moved into Tim’s personal space and leaned his forehead against Tim’s. “I know that, love. You are the strongest, most resilient man I’ve ever known. I’m sorry I cut the tights, but…” Nick pulled in a steadying breath. “I was so damn desperate to get you naked I wasn’t thinking straight.”
Lips, too damn soft to be real, kissed Nick, causing his whole body to shudder in relief. Not in a million years would Nick want to bruise Tim’s need to believe in himself. He’d feared he’d done that by insinuating Tim couldn’t take care of himself. Thankfully, even if Tim didn’t know it himself, he was stronger than that.
If it was the last thing Nick did, he would find a way to make his love believe that too. But first, he wanted to lay Tim out on his bed and worship his beautiful body.
CHAPTER 17
Tim’s nerves were at an all-time high. What if he screwed this up? He’d been lucky enough that Nick had wanted to spend time with him, but if Tim was bad in bed, would that continue to happen?
He doubted it. On the other hand, would Nick still want to continue seeing him if they didn’t have sex? When it was them groping as they walked in the house, Tim hadn’t been half as nervous. Now that the lust had cooled a bit after the tights incident, he wanted to throw up.
Nick was becoming his everything. If Tim fucked up, he honestly wasn’t sure what he’d do. Would there be a point to fighting so hard to exist? The constant grind of working three jobs was wearing…
Lips crashed over his, forcing all thoughts from his mind. All Tim could do in that moment was feel, and what an experience that was. Naked flesh pressed up against his own while firm hands grabbed the cheeks of his ass hauling him closer.
The minute he felt Nick’s cock glide along his, Tim was sure all the blood in his body headed south, leaving the ability to do more than hold on as he struggled to even breath impossible. Needy little whimpers rang in his ears but it was minutes before Tim realized they were coming from him.
If he had any brain power left, Tim was sure he’d been embarrassed as hell, but at the moment he just didn’t give a damn, so long as Nick continued to stroke along every inch of skin he could reach. They had barely even started and already Tim was sure this was the best sex he’d ever had.
What he didn’t understand was, how? Normally, he loved a fat cock deep inside him but this time, it was only taking a kiss that had Tim’s toes curling and his dick twitching as if begging to get closer to Nick, not to mention those amazing hands on his skin, for Tim to be ready to come apart in the greatest orgasm of his life.
A sob tore from Tim’s lips when Nick took a step away and took Tim’s hand. This couldn’t be the end, could it? Was he that bad at kissing that Nick was ready to be done with him before they had even come?
Before his addled brain could come back online, Tim felt his feet moving as Nick led him through the house and up a flight of stairs. He had no idea where they were going as he’d never been to this part of the house before.
Wait. They were headed further into the house instead of out the door. Did that mean Nick wasn’t kicking him out?
His brain finally caught up with what was happening as they entered a very masculine room with dark wood furniture, moss green walls, and darker green bedding. He was in Nick’s bedroom. Tim was actually in Nick’s bedroom. They were going to have sex like they had talked about, with Tim spending the night.
Go him!
Almost giddy with excitement, Tim shoved down the nerves that tried to take over, which was easier to do when Nick spun them around and pushed Tim onto the bed. The next thing Tim knew, Nick was crawling over him until their bodies were aligned before lowering himself onto Tim.
Oh fuck, that feels amazing.
No way was Tim going to make it to the good part before coming if just having their naked bodies pressed together made his body ready to erupt. It should be a crime for anything to be so fucking fantastic.
“God, you feel incredible,” Nick whispered as his mouth ran along Tim’s jaw line to his ear. “You taste so sweet, like all the best kinds of candy rolled into one.”
Considering how much candy Tim had actually eaten that night, he wasn’t too surprised that Nick could still taste them when they kissed. Needing to do more than just let Nick have his way with him, which was definitely something Tim was willing to let happen, he slid a hand along Nick’s chest, down his washboard abs. Holy hell, he must work out a lot to have so much definition, until he reached Nick’s hot piece of silky flesh that was jutting out as if it were trying to reach for Tim all on its own.
Wrapping his fingers around Nick’s length, Tim gave him several sure strokes, eliciting a guttural moan that had him feeling like he was the king of the world. He’d done that. Him. Tim Richards. A kid who’d never been good at anything.
If this was all he’d ever excel at, Tim would count himself lucky because pleasing Nick, to him, was equivalent to winning the Nobel Prize. An achievement he’d never forget.
Lips latched on to Tim’s shoulder as Nick sucked up a mark. So long as it was something he could cover with a shirt at work, Tim didn’t care. Who was he kidding? He arched up into it to encourage Nick to make it bigger.
There was something primal about being marked by this man. Like Nick was trying to show the world that Tim belonged to him. “Fuck, yes,” Tim called out as his other hand went to the back of Nick’s head to hold him there.
But Nick didn’t stop. No, he continued to pull up another hickey closer
to Tim’s heart. Damn, this man was going to drive Tim insane with need. Already his dick was pulsing out a beat, begging to be allowed to come, but there was no way Tim would allow that to happen this soon, nor before Nick was buried deep in his ass.
Fingers trailed down Tim’s chest, stopping just long enough to tweak his nipples. “Ungh,” he said as if it were a word. Talk was overrated anyway. Those hands roamed over Tim’s body, kneading and pinching his flesh as if Nick were imbedding it in his memory.
As good as it all felt, and it was bone melting, Tim was losing his damn mind. “Please Nick, I need you inside me,” he cried out as his body arched up when Nick’s lips had finally started to move downward and suck one nipple before going to the other. “Please,” he begged again.
A wet finger reached down along his crack. Tim had no clue where Nick had gotten the lube, nor did he really care, so long as Nick planned on putting that finger inside of him. Then wet heat surrounded the tip of his cock and Tim was gone.
He’d tried to control his body, or at the very least warn Nick, but all he’d managed to do was grunt as his hips slammed upwards to get further into Nick’s mouth as his balls unloaded.
“I’m so sorry,” he said as soon as his voice came back to him. “I didn’t mean to shoot in your mouth.” Embarrassed beyond measure, Tim threw an arm over his eyes, praying Nick didn’t toss him out on his ear right then and there. No way Nick was going to want him to stay after that.
A hard kiss that tasted of Tim caused his brain to become fried again. When Nick pulled back, he was smiling down at Tim. “You are always welcome to come in my mouth.” Nick’s brows went up and down comically. “In fact, I encourage it.”
Tim was stunned, but then again, he wasn’t exactly sure his brain had started functioning again after that kiss. Actually, he was sure it wasn’t, otherwise he would have noticed that Nick had three fingers in Tim’s ass, opening him up.
Even though he’d just had a mind blowing orgasm, Tim’s dick was already starting to fill once more, as if it just couldn’t get enough of Nick. Not that Tim could blame it, the man was sexy as sin.
By the time Nick pulled his fingers free, Tim was once more begging to be filled by this man. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted a second round so soon, like ever. Then again, his usual hookups didn’t inspire this much passion within him, either.
The crinkle of the condom wrapper brought Tim back to what was going on as he watched Nick roll the latex along his shaft. Damn. His breath hitched when instead of turning him over to his hands and knees, Nick lifted Tim’s legs, spreading them wide, and lined up his dick.
Tim’s gaze went from where they were about to be joined to Nick’s brown eyes. His heart nearly jumped from his chest as he saw the lust and need burning from Nick’s eyes as their gazes locked.
Then Nick slowly pushed forward. As if they were completely in sync, they looked back down for a moment to where they were now joined before glancing back at each other. They went back and forth several times until Nick’s balls were pressed against Tim’s ass. It was the most erotic moment of Tim’s life, one he prayed they’d repeat over and over again.
After they’d finished this round, of course.
Slowly, Nick pulled his hips back, the ridges of his cock sliding over Tim’s sensitive flesh. An almost wicked gleam entered Nick’s brown eyes as he slammed into Tim.
“Fuuuuucckk,” Tim moaned, his eyes closing as sheer pleasure erupted through him when Nick hit that one spot in his body that most men he had been with didn’t seem to give a damn about.
When he did it again, Tim knew, even though he’d just come, it wasn’t going to take long. It was as if Nick were already an expert when it came to fucking Tim’s body.
How long he’d lasted, Tim had no clue. Time had ceased to have meaning as he came apart again. Dazed, he lay there as Nick slammed into his body twice more before freezing with a blissed out expression on his face. Even through the latex, Tim could feel Nick’s heat filling him up.
One day, if he was really lucky, they might have the chance to have no barriers between them. Tim had never imagined that would be something he’d want, but as he was learning, when it came to Nick, the impossible didn’t just become possible, it became reality.
CHAPTER 18
“It’s about time, big brother.” Theresa had texted him twenty minutes ago that she was, again, waiting for him to show up for dinner. “I was beginning to think I’d have to go to your office and drag you out.”
“Brat,” Nick mumbled, not really meaning it. “You know right before the holidays is always busy for us.” Especially just before Thanksgiving, as commercials and print ads were finalized for Black Friday shopping.
The only thing good about the holidays was his job slowed down once Thanksgiving arrived. Not that they weren’t already planning for spring ads, but their biggest rush was for the holidays. It was one week before Thanksgiving and, for the most part, Nick could coast until the New Year.
His work was done. Now it was just a matter of making sure everything ran when they were supposed to, but the lower level marketing employees and interns handled most of that.
“Have you decided if you’re coming home for Thanksgiving this year?” Before Tim had come into Nick’s life, Theresa had always come home. Now, she was seriously considering going with her dorm mate’s to Maine for the holiday.
His sister’s gaze darted in Tim’s direction as he waited on a nearby table. But it was the way she bit on her bottom lip, which was a sign that she was about to lie, that had Nick ready to call her out for whatever bullshit story she was about to give him. “Cindy’s parents decided they only wanted family this year.”
Nick narrowed his gaze. “We both know that’s not true. You’ve been telling me about how Cindy’s family always has an orphan Thanksgiving for those who can’t go to visit their family for the holiday. Why are you lying?”
“I’m not…” Theresa started but Tim cut her off.
“She’s doing it because I told her I’m working for Thanksgiving and she doesn’t want you to be alone.” When Tim’s eyes refused to meet Nick’s, he knew something was up.
Nick didn’t necessarily think Tim was lying, because he usually crinkled his nose as if smelling something bad whenever he lied, but he also wasn’t telling Nick everything. The question was, did Nick really want to have this conversation at Rockin’ Robins?
No.
He would talk to Tim this weekend about what was going on, but in the meantime, he needed to set his little sister straight on a few things. “Hey, love,” he greeted Tim, who leaned over for a very quick peck on the lips. “Can I have that turkey pot pie special I saw on the board?”
Tim nodded, his gaze going from Nick, to Theresa and back to Nick again. “Sure, hon. Do you want coffee or water?”
Not needing to go back to work, Nick ordered the water. When Tim left, Nick turned on his sister. “You’re going to Cindy’s and that is final.”
Nick loved Theresa but she was in college. Hell, she would be graduating in another year. It was time for her to spread her wings and live her own life instead of worrying about him all the time.
When she opened her mouth to argue, he didn’t just hold up his hand to stop her, because he already knew that wouldn’t work. So Nick placed his palm over her mouth, effectively shutting her up.
“No. I’m not going to argue about this. I love you and I think it’s great that you want to spend time with me, but you have to get out in the world and see it, not be stuck at home with me.” That was actually something he’d learned from being with Tim.
For entirely different reasons, Tim hadn’t been able to experience so much of life growing up. There was no way Nick would allow that to happen to his sister, even if it meant spending Thanksgiving alone.
Not that he would. If need be, Nick had no trouble spending it at the diner with Tim.
After having his say, Nick took his hand away from Theresa’s mout
h. He waited for her to argue or tell Nick she would do what she damn well pleased. What he hadn’t expected was for her to grin. “Thank you, Nick. I really wanted to go and I have to admit, I was hating the thought of not being able to, even though I would have so you wouldn’t have to be alone.”
“Who said I’d be alone?” Nick shot back.
The gasp of surprise that didn’t come from his sister was all the warning Nick had that Tim had heard him. Fuck. He already knew, without even looking in Tim’s direction, that Nick had hurt his feelings.
That would be another discussion they’d have to have this weekend. Nick never planned on spending another holiday away from Tim. It was time his lover understood that.
****
“Uhng,” Tim moaned as he thrust his hips up to drive his dick deeper into Nick’s mouth. “Just like that.”
Nick smiled around Tim’s cock, loving that he was the reason Tim was making those noises.
Sunday was becoming Nick’s favorite day of the week. Tim had managed to rearrange his schedule so he only worked for a few hours each morning at Klassic Toys. The rest of the day was theirs. No café. No diner.
It was always just the two of them, doing things that Tim had never had a chance to growing up, then ending up spending the evening in bed exploring each other, which was what they’d been doing for the better part of the afternoon, since it had been too rainy and cold to want to be outdoors. For Nick, it was the perfect day. If only they could have more of them.
Fingers threaded into Nick’s hair as Tim tugged at the strands to try and bring him further down onto his long, slim dick. “Yessss,” Tim hissed. “Don’t fucking stop.”
As if Nick would. He loved driving Tim crazy with need. Hell, it was all he thought about whether they were together or not. Pushing down until his nose was buried in Tim’s pubic hair, he then started to pull back, making sure to add the right amount of suction to keep Tim on edge without tipping him over.
