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“Oh.” I looked away from him, unsure of how to respond. “I… uh…”

“You can tell me about it, Parker, whatever it is,” he insisted. “You know that you can trust me with however you’re really feeling.”

“Fine,” I relented, as I let out a deep breath. “I was jealous, okay?”

“Jealous?”

“Of you and Francis.” I shrugged as I spoke. “You two just seem like you’re… close? Which is fine, it’s just…”

“It’s just what?”

“I don’t know. I guess I just thought that you and I were doing something… unique? Something different for you. I didn’t think that I was just another town hook up?—”

“Who said anything about you being just another town hook up?” Nicholas shook his head, confused. “And wait. Are you saying you think that Francis and I have hooked up before?”

“Have you?”

“No,” he answered, bringing his hands to either side of his waist. “Parker… you’re the only guy I’ve ever hooked up with. Ever.”

“Oh.”

“I should’ve said something sooner,” he murmured. “I just… I didn’t want you to think you were some kind of experiment or one-time thing for me. But I really didn’t think it was that big of a deal, either. It’s not like it matters to me.”

There was a moment of silence between us before Nicholas asked, his voice low, “Is it something that matters to you?”

“No way,” I said, happily letting out a sigh of pure relief. “Oh, my God. That makes me feel so much better. You have no idea. I mean, don’t get me wrong, you’re free to hook up with whoever you want but Francis literally looks like a model?—”

“I don’t want Francis. I want you.” It was the last thing Nicholas said before closing the distance between us, his lips crashing against mine. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as he deepened the kiss, both of us greedily exploring each other’s mouths. I felt one of his hands moving toward the crotch of my pants, casually massaging the length of my shaft through the fabric.

“Fuck…” I half-whispered, half-moaned into Nicholas’ mouth. “That feels really good…”

“Good,” Nicholas whispered back. “I like making you feel good, Parker.”

I moaned again as Nicholas gently pushed me toward the side of the cave, crowding me as he continued to touch me through my clothes, still kissing me. I was almost overwhelmed with the amount of attention, especially when he began to not-so-subtly thrust his hips against mine, mimicking the motion of roughly fucking me.

“Fuck… Nicholas…” I groaned, a shiver of desire making its way through me, my bottom lip quivering with it, too. “I want you inside me.”

“Hmm,” he hummed, his mouth lingering near my ear. “I think you can ask a little nicer than that.”

“Please fuck me, sir,” I replied, hoping it would do the trick. “I want you inside me so much, sir. Please. I need you to fuck me.”

“That’s better.” Nicholas let out a wistful sigh. “But I couldn’t fuck you even if I wanted to, Parker.”

“Why not?” I shamelessly whimpered. “It’s not like anyone’s even around?—”

“Because if we took off our clothes in this weather, we’d end up with frostbite.” He lightly chuckled. “And while I would love to be inside you right now, this isn’t really the time or the place?—”

“But sir?—”

“No more begging,” he cut me off, with a grin. “Or else you just might convince me to give you exactly what you want.”

I inwardly whined as he went back to kissing me, my cock growing harder and harder against his still moving palm. It didn’t take long for him to bring me right up to the edge, my sensitive shaft twitching at his every stroke. My grip on him tightened as my tip began to leak with precome, as I felt myself reaching the point of no return.

“Nicholas…” I moaned into his mouth, his kiss still devouring me. “I’m coming… I’m…”

Suddenly, my fingers tightened against his back, my body shaking as I came for him, as I gave him everything that I had. His kiss shifted into something else then, something so much softer and warm. It was tender in a way I could barely handle, the butterflies once again knocking at the door, every part of me wanting to just dissolve into his gentleness, his sweetness.

Mine.

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