Page 15 of Part & Parcel

Kelly traced the tip of his forefinger along Nick’s forehead, then down his temple and jawline.

“I’d be inside you?” he asked softly.

When Nick’s lips parted on a gasp, Kelly slid his thumb over Nick’s bottom lip.

Nick’s eyes fluttered shut. “Yeah,” he breathed.

Kelly couldn’t resist the opportunity to take Nick’s bottom lip between his, using the tip of his tongue to taste, taking his sweet time. Nick’s knee came to rest against Kelly’s hip, and Kelly automatically reached back to squeeze behind Nick’s thigh.

Nick was breathing hard beneath him, and Kelly realized his own breath was hard to come by.

“Do you want to?” Nick whispered, and though he was trying desperately to keep his tone neutral, Kelly knew him too well to miss the hope and desire behind the tremor in his words.

“God, yes.”

Nick nodded, probably searching for words but unable to find any. He pulled his other knee back up, squeezed Kelly between his thighs.

Kelly hummed and dove into another kiss. Adrenaline raced through him at the thought that he could slide into Nick, feel Nick’s body wrapping around his in every possible way, look into those phenomenal green eyes of his as they made love.

Kelly wasn’t about to make him ask again. He took Nick’s hand in his own and pressed it hard into the mattress, then kissed him hungrily, sucking on his tongue, biting at it, scraping his teeth over Nick’s lip. He moved them both until he had Nick in the center of the bed, and he took one last lascivious kiss before pushing away from him.

“One second,” he grunted, and then scooted off the end of the bed to ditch the rest of his suit.

Nick watched him, propped on his elbows, smiling fondly.

“How long have you been thinking about this?” Kelly asked as he struggled with his shoes.

Nick hummed, the sound coming from deep in his chest. “I’m not sure. I should have brought it up earlier, but I was . . .”

Kelly tossed his shoes aside. He shoved his pants down, then kicked out of them. “Nervous?”

Nick winced, rocking his knee back and forth.

Kelly watched him for a few seconds, his stomach tumbling. He was more nervous now than he had been the first time Nick had fucked him. He felt like a teenager on prom night.

“But fuck, it’s not like we haven’t spent the last year playing with a drawer full of dildos, Kels,” Nick said wryly.

“Dude.”

Nick clucked his tongue and stretched out, raising one knee in invitation. “Where’d you hide the lube in this place?”

Kelly narrowed his eyes and bent over the bed. He dragged his hand up Nick’s leg, then bent to kiss the inside of Nick’s thigh before crawling toward him and resting one knee between his legs, testing the position. Nick splayed his leg, giving Kelly room.

Kelly met his eyes, and when he moved to touch him, his fingers trembled. He took a deep breath, then grabbed the back of Nick’s thigh and pulled to seat it against his hip, right against the six-shooter tattoo that Nick loved so much.

Kelly stretched out, coming to within a breath of Nick’s face as he reached toward the pillows. Nick’s entire body was taut beneath him, his hands trailing over Kelly’s skin. He was watching Kelly raptly, not seeming to realize he was tracing the dream catcher inked into Kelly’s rib cage.

Kelly kissed him as he got his fingers on the lube he’d stashed at the head of the bed.

“Always prepared,” Nick said, smirking even as Kelly stole another kiss.

“I wasn’t sure how tonight was going to play out,” Kelly admitted. “There’s some in the bathroom, too. And between the cushions of the couch.”

Nick chuckled, his smile bringing out the hint of dimples hidden beneath his beard and lighting his eyes. His fingers were gentle on Kelly’s ribs.

“There’s even some in the Rover,” Kelly continued. “All over theFiddler. I basically stashed lube all over Boston in the hopes of getting laid tonight.”

Nick was still laughing, but it faded into a more somber smile. “I’m sorry it’s been so long,” he whispered, and his eyes fluttered closed as Kelly drew closer for another kiss.

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