“Nick. Nick, please, please I’m ready. I’m ready, Nick. I want it, I want it, come on, Nick, please. Give it to me. Come on, come on, come on!” Peter groans and presses farther back onto Nick’s tongue and hand, and Nick growls and pulls himself away slowly, like it’s painful to leave and it really kind of is.
“Fuck, Peter. Fuck. God, I can’t wait. I can’t.” Nick’s frantic now, his own cock is full and heavy, curving up towards his stomach and leaking desperately.
He reaches down and urges Peter up onto his knees with a hand to his hip. He strokes himself with the other, uses his palm to spread the pre-cum down his shaft, to make himself slick enough to not hurt Peter but still dry enough for them both to feel the tug and pull of it. He wants that, wants that extra side of sensation to add to this memory. Then he’s pressing inside of Peter who’s loose from his orgasm and Nick’s tongue and fingers, and it’s like heaven. He has to slam his eyes shut and grit his teeth to keep from coming like a teenager at the first silky clasp of Peter around his cock.
Then Peter’s moaning and pressing back onto his cock like he had on his fingers, and Nick can’t control himself anymore. His hips snap forward, burying him deep inside of Peter in one swift, brutal stroke, and they both cry out. Nick doesn’t pause, he keeps moving, hips thrusting desperately as he curves himself over Peter’s spine as he braces himself against the mattress with one hand and wraps the other around Peter’s half hard cock.
He strokes him as best he can, gets as close as he can to the punishing rhythm his hips have set, and it doesn’t take long before Peter’s hard and heavy in his hand again. Nick mouths at the sleek skin of Peter’s neck and shoulders. He drives himself deeper and deeper inside of Peter with each thrust of his hips and drives Peter closer to the edge with each flick of his wrist. He can feel it when they’re both at the edge, can tell by the tightening in the base of his spine and the way Peter’s cock has thickened in his hand and the way his muscles are fluttering where they’re connected.
Nick tightens his grip on Peter’s cock, strokes him harder and faster, adds a twist to his wrist when he reaches the tip and then rubs his thumb over the weeping slit. Peter goes stiff and tense, his muscles clamp down tight around Nick, and then he’s coming, spilling wet and warm across the ring of Nick’s fingers and moaning hotly. Nick speeds up his own thrusts, works his cock in and out of Peter’s fluttering hole faster and harder as he feels it building within him even higher. He thrusts forward hard one more time and then he’s following Peter over the edge, spilling into him with a wet rush as he collapses across his back.
When he’s regained his breath Nick pulls out with a wince and flops over onto his back, chest still heaving and skin flushed and sweaty. The unbelievable knowledge that he’s finally gotten Peter swims around his head and leaves him dizzy with delirious happiness. He hears Peter groan and then there’s a nose nuzzling into the scruff of his cheek and a warm, happy sigh being blown out against the skin of his neck.
He lies there for a bit, basking in the afterglow, when a thought slams into him suddenly, and he can’t stop himself from asking Peter.
“You said earlier that you’d been waiting for me. What did you mean by that?”
Peter chuckles into the skin of his throat, his voice husky and heavy with sleepy satisfaction. “Hmm. I’ve wanted you since that last year of high school, Nick, when you came out of the locker room shirtless and sweaty and helped me put up flyers for the debate team. I would have fucked you up against the lockers then if I thought you were the least bit interested.”
“Bullshit.” Nick knows his voice is disbelieving and bordering on horrified.
“No, it’s true. But then you left for college, and I figured I’d never see you again. I was really surprised when you came back, but you only ever dated women so I figured I wouldn’t stand a chance. Then your sister told me you were going to play Santa so I jumped at the opportunity to get close to you. Still I honestly spent half of my time alternating between thinking you were cute and thinking you were a bit of a dick.”
Nick doesn’t even waste the time to get offended, well aware of the fact that he has always had a solid foot to mouth act going on whenever he gets around Peter. He’s more concerned with the fact that he’s stumbled full on into horrified territory.
“You mean to tell me … that all of this time … all of these years I’ve spent fucking pining and drawing hearts in my diary we could’ve been doing this instead?” He does his best to keep his voice level, but he feels like he’s going to scream at any second.
“Yeah. It was pretty obvious actually. I think the entire town knows I’ve had a crush on you for years. Did you know that they have a betting pool at the school for when I was finally going to crack and throw myself at you?” Peter sounds amused and sort of self-deprecating, but Nick’s focusing on other things.
“The whole town knew?”
“Yeah.”
“All of them?”
“Yeah.”
“My sister?”
“Oh yeah, especially your sister. She always picks on me whenever she’s in the library and we see you out doing patrols. Kind of embarrassing really.” He chuckles under his breath like the situation is funny and not horrifying like Nick knows it is.
This whole time, all of these years he’s spent moping about, slinking around corners and stealing covert pieces of information about Peter when he could have walked straight up to him and asked him out without any problems. And Lana. Lana knew the entire fucking time.
“I’m going to kill her. I am going to send that she-beast back to the hell she spawned from.”
“What?” Peter sounds startled now.
“Lana. She knew. She fucking knew and she let me creep around corners and make a fool of myself. All of this time wasted when I could have been fucking you across every surface known to man. She deserves it.”
Peter presses a kiss to the side of Nick’s neck and then reaches down and wraps a hand around his softened cock. Nick sucks in a sharp breath at his touch.
“Now don’t be like that, Nick. Why waste time being mad at her when we could be doing other things?” Peter strokes Nick’s cock lightly with his fingers, chuckling when it stirs to life beneath his hands.
Nick spends a minute or two thinking about that, but tosses it aside for better things when Peter rolls on top of him and sets his teeth to worrying one of his nipples. Lana and the rest of the town could get fucked. Nick was going to spend his time enjoying his librarian instead of worrying about them. Even if the fact that Lana had managed to win the pot at the school grates on him a bit.
He smiles then, a sharp slash of teeth, because she’s so getting coal for Christmas this year, and he’s going to get inventive with it.
The End
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