Sober

Despite Deja’s outburst in the middle of the night and the entire situation with Zeke, I woke up refreshed. I glance over with a yawn where Nick’s still beside me, snoring as he clings to my arm.

I smell the breakfast Deja’s cooking, but I’m too unprepared to deal with her at the crack of dawn. I’m better off pretending she doesn’t exist for now so I can finally relax. I mean, it’d be nice to have a stress-free day for once, and I knew that wasn’t gonna be today, but I could procrastinate the confrontation that was soon to bite me in the ass.

I watch as Nick shuffles in his sleep and try not to laugh at his insane bedhead, but he eventually leans away from me and stretches, opening his eyes a little.

“Morning,” I say softly, greeting him with a smile. “How’d you sleep?”

He sits up and returns the expression after yawning. “Um, surprisingly well, to be honest. You?”

I scoot back and lean against my pillow. “Same here. I could use like another hour, though,” I admit, and he chuckles while scratching his head. “You don’t feel hungover?”

He shrugs. “Eh, I mean, my head hurts a bit, but I’m fine.”

“Do you...remember last night?” I mumble.

Nick blushes a little and grabs his arm, looking at the sheets. “Kinda. It’s all a blur, but I know you practically saved my life, so...thank you for that.”

I smile. “Hey, don’t mention it! You know me—I just want you to be okay.”

“I should be checkin’ in on you,” He chuckles and glances at me. “Yeah, you destroyed Zeke, but he still got some good hits on you.”

I stretch again, only being a bit sore in a few places. “Nah, I’m good. I don’t break that easily,” I brag and flex my arm.

The boy smiles. “That’s a relief.” He says quietly and moves some hair out of his eyes. “I was honestly terrified,” He mutters. “I’m sure I just looked drunk and half-dead, but internally, I was having a panic attack.”

He leans back onto the headboard and exhales. “I wanted to help out so bad but...I couldn’t do anything.”

I place my arm around him. “Meanwhile, I was worried as hell about you!”

We laugh, and he begins to get off the bed. “Well, he’s hopefully learned his lesson. Anyway, I’m kinda hungry—”

“W-Wait!” I blurt, grabbing his arm and pulling him back onto the bed. “Don’t go out there!”

He cocks an eyebrow. “What? Why?”

I rub my face. “I kinda got in another disagreement with Deja…” I mumble. “But it’s not even my fault! It was just a misunderstanding—she wouldn’t hear me out!”

“What? What happened? And when?”

Nick sits in front of me, confused as hell. No matter how I put it, it was gonna be awkward.

“In the middle of the night.” I groan. “You were still sleeping.” Nick waits for me to continue, and I hesitate. “I-It doesn’t matter—it’ll work itself out, just like before.”

“What? Don’t just push it off! What if she never talks to you again!”

I comb my fingers through my hair, Nick blushing a little as I do so. Based on how last night ended, I wouldn’t be surprised if Deja never talked to me again. But I was being the good guy! Just, at a cost…and that cost happened to be her.

“She got mad that I deserted her again and…saw you sleeping next to me and thought I’d taken advantage of you or some shit.”

Nick turns red.

“And I told her I didn’t! I tried to explain, but she wouldn’t calm down!”

Nick stands up in a huff. “Well, fuck that—maybe she’ll listen to me.” He says on his way to the door, but I grab him again.

“N-No!” I yank him back, and he falls onto the bed, flustered as hell.

“What are you doing?!”

“Please. I can’t handle this right now,” I admit, unsettled. “Last night was stressful enough as is. I just—I just wanna stay in here with you.”

Nick looks up at me as I peer over him a bit, sitting beside him. He chuckles harshly.

“So, you’re gonna ignore your childhood friend for some twink you found at a frat party?” He asks blankly, referencing what Zeke said.

I flinch. “N…Nick.”

“Don’t use me as some shield to hide behind, dude.”

“I’m not trying to! Technically we didn’t even fight that long ago, and I don’t even know what to say! I’m still processing everything!” I exclaim as he sighs.

Nick sits up. “Then why can’t I do it? S-So she thinks we fucked,” He mumbles. “Even if she doesn’t believe us, she can’t be mad because she’s gayer than the both of us combined.”

I snicker, and Nick glances at me.

“But whatever, you do you. I just…I don’t think you should have to live a lie.”

I tense up.

Man, I wish he wouldn’t bring that up.

We sit in silence for a while as we hear slight movements coming from Deja in the living room. Eventually, Nick sits back up as I lean on my pillows again.

I suppose he was right. Sure, I needed to calm down and form some sentences, but the longer I let this brew, the worse it was likely to get. I just can’t believe shit blew up over a measly misunderstanding.

As I zone out, Nick moves beside me and tugs at my shirt.

“So, you gonna talk to her?”

I shake my head.

“Then…can I ask you something?”

I nod, and he hesitates, fidgeting with the sheets. He refuses to look at me. 

“Last night…d-did you really mean that?” He asks softly.

“What?”

He stays quiet, and I tense up.

Oh.

Oh shit.

“Yeah,” I mumble. “My bad—I thought you were asleep.”

Nick stays silent, and I swallow the thump in my throat, still smiling somehow. “Sorry you had to hear that. I know how much you hate that flirty shit, yet I continue to pester you.”

His blush spreads to his ears, and I expect him to break down, yet he pushes me down onto the bed, peering over me. He grabs the collar of my shirt as if he’s about to pull me into a kiss, but then releases me, contemplating.

“W-What are you doing? Are you okay?”

He places his head on my chest. “God, you really aren’t like everyone else, huh?” He whispers with a chuckle. “Everyone treats me like shit and walks all over me, and I thought you were just putting up a front.” He grips my shirt. “I just kept waiting for the day you’d throw me away.”

Nick’s voice breaks a little, and I try to lift his head, but he won’t move.

“Everyone does eventually. Everyone just…gets bored of me, I guess. Or finds me uninteresting.” He sniffles. “None of my friends have stuck around for that long, everyone I’ve dated has cheated on me—all I have is my family. And they pretty much have to be around me.”

“N-Nikki…”

He finally looks up, his face full of tears. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me...” He sobs.

“Nothing’s wrong with you!”

I sit up as he stays in my lap, clinging to me. I go to rub his cheek, but he smacks me away.

“Exactly! That’s what you think! You see me as the complete opposite, and I don’t know what to do! You’re always so nice and sweet… Nobody would’ve done what you did for me last night, especially after I yelled at you like a maniac, and I can’t thank you enough for that.”

He wipes his face. “I-I love seeing you smile and hearing you laugh—I’m sorry that it seemed like I hated you or that I wasn’t grateful I…I just…” Nick looks down. “I just couldn’t stop waiting for you to turn on me and leave another gash in my heart which, at this rate, is in shards…”

He places his hands on his chest. “I just got so used to people hurting me that when I met you, everything felt wrong. B-But what’s the point?” He goes on. “If I were you, after this whole mess, I’d hate me.”

I smile. “But you’re not me.”

Nick looks up.

“I love you.”

Tears start pouring from his face again, and I wrap my arms around him, pressing him against me.

“I love you too,” He sobs into my neck, laughing. “I love your smile, I love your laugh—I love your stupid little man bun!” He exclaims and runs his fingers through my hair, which I had still yet to put up. “You’re so fucking flirty, and it’s obnoxious, but it’s adorable at the same time, and you smell so good and look so pretty a-and just…fuck….” He trails off, my heart racing as he holds me.

“I’m just so tired of being stabbed in the back.” He cries. “You make me so happy, but I’m terrified of getting my heart broken again. I… I wouldn’t be able to take it.”

I pull away and wipe his face. “Nick, I’m not gonna abandon you. You’ve become one of my greatest friends, and I really, really like you. I don’t wanna see you in distress.”

Nick stops crying and smiles, his whole face a tomato.

“W-Wow. You’re…really something else.”

I smirk. “So are you,” I tease as he gazes at me with his watery emerald eyes.

Though quickly afterward, he closes them and leans in to kiss me, causing a warm feeling to rush over my body. He starts hesitant, but the more I touch him, the looser he seems to get. 

Nick wraps his arms around my neck, deepening the kiss as my hands caress his back, and despite it not being our first, it still feels like it and manages to be ten times as hot. I hold him close and lean him back onto the bed as we part, leaving a string of saliva between us. I wipe his lip as his fingers trace my neck, but he looks away, despite us both smiling.

“God, you’re so cute,” I whisper into his ear as he flinches.

“S-Shut up.”

I snicker as I sit up and take my shirt off, and Nick has his eyes locked on my chest, completely mesmerized.

“You gotta thing for dudes with abs?”

“Be quiet. You’re just…” I try and keep myself together as his soft fingers trace my muscles. “…really handsome.”

Nick then takes off his shirt, though it wasn’t even covering much before due to how much it hung off his shoulder. Honestly, I don’t even think it fits me.

“I’m just a twig,” He mutters, smiling a little. “You can almost see my ribs! Isn’t that weird?!”

“No!” I laugh and give him a tight hug. I feel his heart beating rapidly just like mine, and it’s kind of comforting. He’s so warm against my body, and it’s driving me nuts.

“Nonetheless, you’re my twig now,” I snicker against his ear, and he squirms a little.

“Fuck off.”

I laugh and lean into him, nibbling on his neck a bit. He flinches at the sudden action and clings to my back while wiggling, letting out a small moan.

“W-Wait—don’t do that,” He pleads, causing me to quickly sit back up.

“S-Sorry! I just got a little carried away.”

“No, you’re fine! I’m just… I’m not good at this.” Nick mutters.

“Yeah, you are. It’s fine.” I assure him and press my lips to his again. He tangles his hands in my hair once more, and I groan as he lifts his waist a little, pressing it into mine.

We part after a while, solely because we need to catch our breath, and his smile is so damn cute. I spot him licking his lips, and it’s such a turn-on.

I wanna eat him up so bad.

It’s been so long since I’ve been with a guy—that or have at least been with a guy who gave me this much of a rush. I don’t think I’ve ever liked anyone as much as him.

“U-Um,” I glance around the room. “Have you done this kind of stuff before?”

Nick slides his hand down my waist. “Sorta. Well, I’ve at least kissed people before,” He mumbles. “But that’s it, I think.”

“Wait, really?”

He tenses up. “Y-Yeah. I don’t know, it’s whatever.”

“So, you haven’t done it with anyone before?”

He shakes his head.

“No one at all?”

Nick hesitates and then shakes his head again. He starts laughing, but it seems forced as he talks. “You probably know what the hell you’re doing though, I’m sorry.” He smiles, but he looks hurt. “I’m such an amateur…”

“Dude, you don’t have to apologize,” I say and peck him on the lips. “It’s perfectly fine.”

“…You sure?”

I move some hair out of his eyes. “Yes Nikki, I’m sure. I just…don’t wanna hurt you or make you uncomfortable, y’know?”

He blushes and hugs me. “Thanks…for that.”

I return the gesture, and we stay like that for a while. It feels weird to know I’m the first guy he’s been with, still, it’s a bit of an honor. Although, at the same time, it’s terrifying since I don’t wanna fuck up anything.

“I…um.” Nick stutters. “Most people I dated never really wanted to take stuff to the next level,” He admits awkwardly. “Everything was always kinda dull.”

“What the hell?”

“Or, if anything, we’d be sort of intimate alone, but he’d—they’d refuse to even hold my hand in person.”

I crack my knuckles. “Keep going, drop a name and address so I can beat the shit outta ‘em.”

Nick snickers, his face red. “You, uh. You sorta already did,” He mutters under his breath.

“W-What?”

“Nothing! Never mind!”

I scratch my head but then shrug it off, for why would anyone wanna talk about their ex with someone who had just been making out with them?

“Anyway,” The kid goes on. “Most people were busy entertaining others anyway, or at least that’s what it seemed. I feel like I managed to be the sidepiece in all of my relationships.”

“Dude, that’s awful!”

He laughs again. “Eh, it’s whatever. I mean, at least I have you now…right?”

A smile creeps onto my face as my cheeks burn. “Hell yeah!” I kiss his hand. “I’ll make sure to fulfill all your desires,” I state proudly as I lean back. “I’ll do anything you want.”

He flushes red. “O-Oh.”

I slide my hand down his chest, and he squirms a little. “So…what do you want?”

He attempts to hide his face, but I pin his hands down for a few seconds, stopping him.

“I-I just want you to kiss me,” He admits softly, completely flustered, and I grin.

“Yeah?”

He nods as I lean back in, and we make out, Nick moaning into the kiss. I run my hands all down his body, eventually kissing his neck, and he squirms like crazy, clinging to me, but he doesn’t tell me to stop.

The sounds he makes drive me mad, and I keep overheating, now placing kisses all over his chest. He starts laughing, and I look up as I massage one of his thighs.

“You good?”

He keeps giggling as I kiss around his belly button. “D-Don’t judge! I’m ticklish!”

“Man, you’re so cute,” I laugh with him, and he shuts his eyes. I eventually lean back just to watch him laugh, despite not touching him.

Eventually, he realizes and calms down, and it’s hilarious.

“You’re so weird!”

“Yeah and? That makes you weird for liking me!”

I lock eyes with him, sliding his sweatpants down. “Damn right.” I lift his leg. “Am I allowed to kiss you here?”

He tenses up but still nods.

“You sure?”

“M-Mhm.”

Nick shuts his eyes again, whimpering as I peck his inner thigh. He attempts to stay quiet by biting his lip, but it doesn’t work. Besides, he slightly thrusts his hips into my face as I slide my tongue across his leg, making it obvious how much he’s enjoying it.

“Your thighs are shaking…” I whisper to myself, but I feel the boy flinch.

“I-It’s fine—I’m fine. Ignore it.” He huffs, trembling more now that he knows I’m aware. He’s so goddamn sensitive, and I don’t know if it’s because no one had kissed him all over his body before, or if it’s just because that’s the way he is.

I smile a little, my lips still pressed against his skin. “Nikki, relax.”

“I am!” He groans. “I-I’m trying!”

As I scrape my teeth against his thigh, I hear him crack his knuckles with a soft whimper. The lower half of his body keeps quivering and I sit up.

“Why are you stopping—I’m an anxiety-ridden dork! I’m gonna shake, that’s what I do!” He blurts, covering his face with his arms. I can’t help but laugh as I return my gaze to his legs, but end up noticing that his boxers are already a little wet. I try to ignore it, but as with most minor things that had recently happened, it just makes me harder, which, at this point, I didn’t think was possible.

I continue violating his thighs, not only because of how soft his skin is or the taste of his sweat, but because his whimpers are so fucking hot. The closer I get to his groin, the louder he becomes, although I can tell he’s trying to stay quiet.

“Ugh,” Nick moans. “I think I’m gonna die.”

I look up as he places his hand on his forehead, combing back some of his hair, all while gazing at the ceiling.

“D-Do you want me to stop?”

His emerald eyes land on me. 

“N-No. No, please keep going.” He begs.

I freeze up a little. I swear I could pass out at any second just from his words and reactions, even though nothing was even being done to me.

When Nick notices my hesitancy, he sits up and wraps his arms around me, pulling me back down onto the bed and into another kiss. He takes my hand and drags it down his chest, humming as he does so. I lean back to catch my breath, smiling, but unable to form any sort of logical or even flirty sentence.

“W-Wow.”

All he does is snicker, and another wave of heat rushes through my body as he pulls me back in.

“Please touch me,” He whispers against my ear, and I lean down, sliding my tongue across his neck. I feel kind of bad for having already left so many discolored areas, but at the same time, he’s asking for it.

“I fucking love it when you touch me,” He mutters. “I know I act the opposite and curse at you and call you weird, but I was just…fuck, dude, I don’t even know.”

“Trying not to give in?” I glance up at him and he grins.

“S-Sure.”

I snicker. “No wonder… I would’ve had no problem if you started making out with me in the bar though.”

He pushes me off him, covering my mouth. “No shit! You’re Kyler!”

“Hell’s that supposed to mean?!” I laugh.

“I don’t know!” He huffs, flinching as I lean out of his grasp and drag my fingertips down his sides. “You’re a perv!”

“Nuh-uh!” I snort. “I would never do this in public!”

The smaller boy clicks his tongue, clearly not convinced. Nonetheless, I lean down, pressing my nose against his.

“I just wanted to kiss you,” I whisper, closing my eyes and pecking his lips again. “Sometimes it was all I could think about.”

I feel Nick smile as we keep our lips interlocked. He slowly runs his hands up and down my back, eventually resting them above my waistband. Though, when I pull away to take a break, Nick barely leaves any gap between our faces.

“Then kiss me.” He pleads softly, raising one of his hands to caress my bottom lip. “Kiss me, bite me, devour me—I don’t care. Just please don’t let me go.” He whines, and I notice his eyes get watery.

“Nikki…”

“Please,” He whispers, barely audible this time.

It was obvious that no one had really ever held him like this. The thought of it made me feel like I was shot in the chest. He was treated so poorly for so long that he just became…hopeless.

No wonder touching him always made him shaky or caught him off-guard. He wasn’t used to it. Or maybe he was more used to people like Zeke who always caused harm whenever he was touched.

I continued kissing him until I lost my breath, and even then, I barely paused before he pulled me back into him. The truth was heartbreaking and part of me wanted to cry, but his sincerity was such a turn-on. The trust he put in me to let me even get this far was one thing, but I loved it when he was honest. Knowing he was so closed-off…it always made me feel important.

“Kyler…” He moans again as I slide my tongue down his neck, eventually kissing his collarbone. Honestly, I think I could explode just from him begging in my ear.

He combs his fingers through my hair, and I feel him lightly pushing my head down his chest. We lock eyes for barely a second before my teeth graze his nipple, and he tenses up, flinching each time my mouth violates the bud. I can tell he’s trying to keep quiet just for his own sanity, but his heavy breathing and the way he pulls on my hair say enough.

He grips the bedsheets, wiggling like crazy as I drag my tongue across his chest. His whines grow louder and more repetitive as I kiss and bite him, leaving a trail of bruises across his pale body. I massage his thigh with my hand, and he squirms as if he’s trying to get out of my grasp, though he keeps pushing himself into me.

“Is this too much?” I ask hesitantly.

Nick glances down at me as I rub my hand across the lower half of his stomach. His entire face is red, along with his shoulders and ears, and it’s adorable as hell.

“N-No,” He mutters, turning his face into the pillow, still holding onto the sheets for dear life.

“You sure?” I suck the area next to his belly button, and he shudders.

“A-Ah! Fuck—I don’t know!” He moans.

I laugh softly. “Is there…anywhere specific you want me?”

“D-Don’t ask me that,” He huffs while hiding a smile.

I slide back up his body, and the moment we’re lined up again, Nick pulls me into a kiss, dragging his hands all over my stomach, making me groan into his touch.

His whimpers continue as my fingertips brush against his nipples, and he bites my lip a little. When I pull away, he looks exhausted, and I comb my hair back, mildly embarrassed. I swore he would’ve asked me to stop by now, or at least his body would’ve, y’know, given in. Then again, I have no hunch about his stamina so he’s likely to keep surprising me.

I glance at his boxers, and as I do so, his dick twitches. I smirk, but Nick makes me lock eyes with him, pulling me back in and kissing me for a bit afterward.

“Don’t stare at me.” He mumbles against my lips.

“Why? Does it make you nervous?”

The boy bites my lip again without a word, quickly pulling me in as I choke on my laugh.

He swirls his tongue around mine and I moan, like God—I didn’t expect him to be this good at kissing. Once he stops being all timid and gets into it, he gets really into it, and it gets really good.

Nick latches onto me and it makes it hard to lean back, solely to take a deep breath. He feels up my chest as we make out, and my entire stomach feels tight. Truthfully, my whole body feels like it’s engulfed in flames…and then I feel Nick’s hand slide down below my stomach.

Given how close he pulled me into him, it was impossible not to feel anything he did. He lifts one of his legs a bit, and since our groins are inches apart, I instantly notice the moment he starts touching himself. That in itself is a turn-on, but his hand brushing against my dick played more of a part, for obvious reasons.

The more he touched himself, the sloppier our kisses got. We were both gasping for air and frankly, my mind was going pretty numb. I was trying not to do the same as him because I knew at that point, there’d be no going back.

I eventually pull away, placing my face in the crook of his neck as I try to catch my breath.

“Nick,” I pant against his ear. “I-I think we should stop.”

“Mmm.” He whines, but I still feel his hand against me.

If anything, I was the one trying to hold myself back. I felt as if I’d barely done anything to him, yet he squirms and moans so goddamn much, and it’s driving both my brain and my dick up a wall. I just didn’t wanna make him uncomfortable, but it’s his fault for grinding against me and wiggling all over my bed, half-naked.

God—like he was already cute with his clothes on, but here? Now? Man, my brain’s running wild with all the other things I could do to him. The places I could touch, the spots I could lick—the spots where he’d cry out even louder, begging me to stop.

Or, based on previous events, he’d likely beg me to continue.

Nick pulls me into yet another kiss once we finally stop panting like dogs. He drags his fingers across my muscles as I tower over him, melting into his hands.

“H-How the fuck are you still going?” I groan against his ear once we part. “Amateur, my ass…”

Nick stays quiet and pecks my neck for a while, still fooling around.

“Nikki…” I moan. “D-Dude, c’mon.”

I grab his hand from under me, pulling it out of his boxers and pinning his wrist to the bed.

I snicker. “At this point, you’re holding it in.”

I press my knee into his groin, and he jumps.

“F-Fuck—Kyler! Don’t do that!” He scrunches up, though I slide my hands across his stomach, and his body flattens again.

“What? That’s practically what you were just doing!”

His emerald eyes dart around the room anxiously, and he wipes some sweat off his head. “I-It’s different when you do it! It feels…I—uh, I guess it feels—”

“Good?” I kiss his nose.

“N-No shit.”

We lock eyes, and I bite my lip. “Calm down, I’m just teasing. But y’know,” I go on. “You’re really sensitive,” I utter, dragging a single finger down his chest which, of course, makes Nick squirm a ton.

“A-Ah…”

I expect him to tell me to stop, but he doesn’t. He just keeps going. Why’s he keep leading me on? If anything, I expected him of all people to wanna go slow. I swear to God, my brain keeps getting fuzzier and fuzzier by the second, and I’m losing my wits along with it.

I want to eat him up.

Well, technically I’d already done that—otherwise, what would I call the last twenty minutes? I wasn’t trying to, but his entire torso is covered in markings. From me.

It’s hot…but mildly weird.

I feel like we’re going too far for our first…whatever this is. I sort of feel like a monster or some sex-crazed freak, though I’m just doing what he wants.

Nick lifts my head. “Why’d you stop?” He pouts.

I continue staring at him, mesmerized.

Dammit.

I wanna fuck him so bad.

I love the way his body looks under me. Flushed, sprawled out, sweaty—all of it. Don’t even get me started on the bulge in his briefs or the hickeys covering his thighs.

I want him to scream my name, I want him to dig his nails into my back, his teeth into my shoulder—everything.

I just want all of him.

“Kyler?” He caresses my face and finally brings me back to reality.

“H-Huh. Oh, sorry—what?”

He cocks an eyebrow. “Are you okay? Do you really wanna stop?”

I sit up and nod while rubbing my face.

Nick looks concerned. “Is everything okay?”

I nod again. “Y-Yeah, sorry. I just can’t…um. I don’t wanna do too much.”

He looks confused.

I blush.

“As in, like—I don’t know.” I laugh to myself. “I feel like if we keep going, I’ll hurt you, and I don’t wanna do that, and I know I’m really just kissing you and junk, but I can’t think straight…and…if you let me continue…I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”

Nick manages to turn redder and smiles a little, completely flustered. He tries to respond but can’t get any words out.

I glance at his boxers, and he notices. He tenses up, and his grin widens, but he attempts to hide it by rolling over and placing his face on my pillow.

“T-That’s fair. You can kiss me there later…or something,” He mumbles into the fabric, but I still hear him.

I laugh and pull him into me so he can’t run away. He tries to push me off of him, but his attempt is so weak that I can tell he doesn’t want me to let go.

“You wanna say that a little louder?” I beam.

“Huh?! No! Shut up—I didn’t even say anything!”

He goes to grab his shirt, but I catch him off guard by kissing his neck, which causes him to squeal.

“Man, I’m glad you kept begging me to kiss you—this shit is fun.”

Nick laughs to himself, red-faced. “Piss off.” He attempts to put the garment on, but I grab it and put it out of his reach.

“What are you—?”

I lean back onto my pillows and pull him onto my chest. He lies there and chuckles a little, despite his embarrassment. I want to keep kissing him, but I hold back. It feels like my crotch is on fire, so I awkwardly take off my shorts as Nick stays on top of me.

“Um,” He mutters quietly. “Can I go to the bathroom?”

I snicker. “What’re you asking me for?”

He rolls his eyes and gets up, and once he’s gone, I attempt to calm my entire body. However, it’s a bit of a struggle since my brain keeps replaying everything that just happened as I stare at the ceiling, overheating.

It still feels like his hands are running up and down my stomach.

I still hear his moans in the back of my head, feel his warmth against my skin, the taste of his mouth, the smell of his sweat—I was drowning in all of it.

And just when I thought I was fine, I remembered he was in the bathroom and the thought of him getting off to me was taking over my brain. Had he done so before? It’s not like I could ask him, or at least not anytime soon. There’s no proof that he’s thinking about me in there anyway.

And then I make the worst possible decision.

I go quiet.

The AC had already turned off, and there wasn’t much of a breeze outside to distract me anyway. I was a fool. The moment I heard it, I couldn’t unhear it.

Nick rapidly breathing on the other side of the bathroom door. If I listened hard enough, I could almost hear him moan, which is why I started taking deep breaths so I would only hear myself and would finally calm down.

Sure, I would’ve gotten off too, but the last thing I needed was for Nick to leave the bathroom earlier than expected and catch me in the act. Not that there was anything wrong with it, I’d just probably pass out from embarrassment.

I get up, cracking the window before I return to my bed and finally try to relax. I lean back onto my hands but just as I start dozing off, I feel Nick climb back onto me, instantly waking me up. I grow stiff as he rubs my chest, but I wrap my arms around him, practically using him as a blanket.

“You smell good,” He says softly, and I smile.

“So do you.”

From the way he’s lying, I can tell he’s not hard anymore, but the thought just gets me worked up again. Fucking hell. And it doesn’t help that Nick keeps moving around on top of me, and I groan a little.

“Are you okay?” He peeks his head up.

“M-Mhm.”

He sits up a bit, shuffling some more, and I groan again. It feels like he’s doing it on purpose.

“I can lay beside you if that’s more comfortable.”

“Huh? Nah, I’m fine. You’re good.”

Nick sits up and gives me a weird look. I give him the same expression, and then he squints, grinding against me for a second without breaking eye contact. This kid is nuts.

I snicker. “What’s gotten into you—”

The brunet grinds harder, and a moan slips out my mouth, and goddamn, does Nick give me the sexiest smirk I’ve seen in my whole life.

He continues the action as he sits on top of me, one hand pushing against my chest as he moves. I groan each time he thrusts his waist into mine, sweating up a storm.

“N-Nick, holy shit,” I pant, and he continues to smile, whimpering with each movement as his erection returns.

“You’re gonna make me go insane—I thought we were done!” I say frantically, only for it to be cut off by another groan of mine. “Augh, fuck!”

For a virgin, he’s surprisingly good at moving his hips in such a way, but for some reason, that turns me on even more. His figure looks so hot on top of me as he rubs my abs.

“I-I just…wanted to see something,” Nick huffs, now gazing at the ceiling, his entire face red. I can’t tear my eyes away from him, but then his emerald ones glance at me and give me a chill.

He chuckles. “You should probably go to the bathroom…” He trails off, closing his eyes again.

I caress his waist. “Then maybe you should stop grinding on me, huh?” I continue groaning as he moves, and he doesn’t say anything.

Honestly, we’ve barely done anything, and I still feel obligated to wash the sheets on high after all of this.

Nick glances at me again. “Do you like this?” He snickers.

“I—uh, yes?”

He grabs my leg and situates himself a bit differently, now pressing himself into me even more at a better angle.

“Yeah?”

“A-Ah, shit! Yeah, yes!” I moan, and a similar sound slips out of Nick’s mouth.

He looks like he’s straining himself a bit, yet he doesn’t seem like he wants to stop any time soon. I spot some sweat rolling down his face as he combs his hair back and gazes at me.

I bite my lip, and he laughs a little.

God, now I don’t know whether to call him sexy or cute.

“N-Nikki,” I pant. “I thought we were gonna stop.”

He slows down, but his thrusting still sends waves of pleasure coursing through my entire body.

“I just wanna touch you,” He whines, and I can’t help but smirk. Who cares if he’s experienced or not—this just makes me fear how intense it’ll be when we actually bang.

We’d barely done anything, and I already felt like I could pass out. I don’t know if it’s from all the energy I spent last night or…because maybe I’m just a little touch starved. Though, I think he is too.

Nick hasn’t stopped moving for the last several minutes, and I feel like I’m gonna die, and that’s not just because my body is practically on fire. The last thing I wanted was for him to witness me cum from him solely grinding against me. In any other case, I wouldn’t care. But this was the first time we’d been so close, so bare, and acted on such impulse. I don’t even know what I would say if it happened.

I could probably last, but the more he moves against me, the more I imagine him riding me, and no matter where I look, I can’t clear my fucking head. I hadn’t had sex in forever, but he didn’t need to know that or witness the after-effects.

I lean up, catching the boy off guard as I slam my lips onto his, violating his whole mouth with my tongue as he moans into the kiss. He tries to match my rhythm, but I can tell he’s exhausted due to the sloppiness and how he melts into my body.

When we pull away, his half-lidded eyes watch me as he pants like a dog, saliva dripping down his chin.

“Man…” I utter. “You’re so fuckin’ hot,” I whisper against his lips, and he smiles, closing his eyes.

“Mm.”

Nick runs his hand down my stomach and stops once he gets to the waistband of my boxers. He leans on my shoulder, still trying to catch his breath.

“You good?” I ask softly.

Nick uses the last of his strength to push me back down onto the bed, collapsing onto my chest as he does so.

He repeats the same sound from earlier. I snicker, and we lay there quietly for a few minutes before I scoot out from under him to go do my business in the bathroom. To no one’s surprise, it didn’t take that long. Though, I couldn’t help but wonder if Nick had listened to me too.

When I returned to the bed, he climbed back on top of me, seeming more awake than minutes prior.

“I can’t believe you get embarrassed by my mediocre flirts, but then come here and grind on me for who knows how long,” I joke, and Nick laughs.

“Y-Yeah,” He mutters.

“You got a dark side to ya, huh?”

He pauses, and I watch his ears turn red. “Only for you.”

I wrap my arms around him as he nuzzles into my chest. Then he tenses up.

“S-Sorry if that was weird, though!” He suddenly blurts. “I didn’t mean to like—I don’t know…” He trails off.

“Nick, that was the best thing I’ve ever felt in my whole entire life, and we weren’t even naked.”

The smaller guy snorts, and it causes me to start laughing. “T-Thanks for the feedback!”

“I’m just saying!” I beam as he rolls off of me. “Wait, where are you going?”

He looks at me awkwardly, red-faced. “I-I don’t know.” He glances in between his legs where he’s hard again, to no one’s surprise. “It’s kinda weird, and I uh…”

“No, it’s not.” I smile. “You’re a guy—that’s normal. I mean, you can go jack-off in the bathroom again if that’s your issue—no judgment, but you can keep laying on top of me either way. I don’t mind.”

Nick groans and still tries to use the sheets to cover his face.

“When we kissed at dinner, you…backed away from me in the bathroom ‘cause of the same thing…right?” I state, and Nick tenses up.

“I—um! Well, like, it’s just—!” He stammers. “I got…carried away, I guess.” He mumbles. “And distracted. And then I remembered where we were and what we were doing and that it was you of all people and I got turned on so fast and, fuck if I know man! It’s just embarrassing!”

I lean on my hand, amused by the things that flustered him and the things he had no problem with. I chuckle. “But why? It’s just the two of us, and it’s natural anyway. The same went for me that day, but that just made me wanna hold you closer to me.”

Nick continues to try and scoot closer to the window, but I wrap my arms around him and pull him back in with a smirk.

“C’mon, don’t run away! You told me you didn’t want me to let you go.” I say softly.

He hides his face in my chest. “O-Oh. Yeah. Thank you.”

“Of course.”

I pull the sheets over us, caressing his body underneath as I feel his stomach rise and lower against mine. It’s so soothing that it almost instantly makes me doze off.

“Kyler?” Nick says suddenly.

“Hm?”

“I love you.” He says softly and looks up at me, smiling.

I grin. “I love you too.”