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“I’ve gone for my share of bears… and twinks… and everything in between.” “Oh, really.” Nico rolled his eyes again, though he was half-smiling. Okay, the sex thing isn’t working yet. Do I have to attract him with tree science?
“Go shower, jerk, and get out of my face.” “Did you just order me to jerk off in the shower, not on your face? What an old-fashioned romantic.” Deen peeled himself away from the table, aware of exactly how to move his lean body to catch Nico’s eye. Nico looked so embarrassed he couldn’t talk. It was the sweetest expression Deen had seen on his face. It made him want to kiss him, but now probably wasn’t the moment.
“Next time, I show you how many licks it takes to get to the center.” That had the desired effect: Nico’s brows rose, his cheeks flushed, and his gaze unmistakably flicked to Deen’s lips. “Oh. Yeah. That’s a… that’s… yeah.”
Deen breathed out, his head spinning a little again. Had to be the hot air, and the orgasm, and the… everything. Not Nico’s touch, his soft lips, the way he held him like something precious, but not like a famous name to score. Like he saw him.
“Oh, God. There’s temptation.” His fingers curled around the shaft, his thumb running around the button of Nico’s jeans. “You’re temptation,” Nico breathed out, bracing himself with his good hand to lean up and capture Deen’s lips in another hard kiss. “Watching you in your tight fuckin’ jeans… or your gaudy fuckin’ yoga pants…”
“Someone’s perfected his gag reflex.” Large box of popsicles, too-small freezer, long day alone, Nico wanted to tell him, but his mouth was a bit full.
Nico’s hands were on his hips, tugging him close for a long, slow “good morning” kiss. At least, that was what he hoped the kiss said. “Good morning,” he murmured when they finally pulled apart, just to confirm. Nico winked at him, and he relaxed.
Nico wrapped his arm around Deen and pulled him in until Deen sat on his lap, then almost crushed his ribs in a hug. “Yeah, baby. Let me tell Jeff. I’ll skip off early, and then I’ll show you every damn way I love you.”
“You’re a splinter, you know,” he murmured, late at night when they were finally pressed together, almost senseless, half-asleep. “Mm?” “You got under my skin. And you won’t let go.”
You’re the smoke on my mountains, the North Star in my sky, and if you feel like me, boy, there’s no more goodbyes.
