Page 17 of Part & Parcel

Kelly picked up the pace, driving deeper with each thrust, fucking Nick until the headboard banged against the wall. Nick stretched to brace one hand against the wall, locking his elbow to stop the noise. Kelly kissed his chin.

“You’re so fucking tight, babe. Jesus Christ.”

“Don’t stop,” Nick gritted out. Kelly tried to reach between them so he could jack Nick off as they fucked, but Nick hooked his ankles together at the small of Kelly’s back and squeezed, making it impossible.

“I’m going to come,” Kelly warned. “I want to feel you first. Feel you come.”

Nick groaned in response, his eyes falling shut as he bucked his hips to meet Kelly’s thrusts. “Come inside me, babe. Come on.”

Nick sure as fuck didn’t have to ask twice. Kelly redoubled his efforts, thrusts deliberate so he’d be sure to feel every tantalizing slide of his cock into Nick’s body, dragging his belly against Nick’s cock with every slow thrust into him. Nick cried out his name, grinding his hips up, moving with Kelly’s rhythm. He was using the friction from Kelly’s belly to get himself off, and Kelly could feel his muscles tensing, feel him getting closer and closer to release.

God, he wanted to know what it felt like being inside him when Nick came.

He held off as long as he could, but he couldn’t think of anything except Nick’s tight, warm body wrapped around him, about the trust it took to ask for this, about the devotion in Nick’s eyes when he begged Kelly . . . begged him to fill him full of cum, begged him for harder, begged him for more.

“A little more,” Nick told him, his voice gone rough. “God, just wreck me, Kels!”

“Fuck!” Kelly gasped the word over and over until he had no more breath to speak. He was working them both into a sweat, their bodies entwining with practiced eased; even with their roles switched they knew how to move against each other.

Nick arched his back, bucking his hips like he was trying to throw Kelly off. He laid his hands above his head, and Kelly immediately reached for them, twining their fingers together, pressing him down. Nick’s entire body was trembling, taut and racked with pleasure. He moaned long and loud, the sound desperate and heated and almost resembling Kelly’s name.

“Oh fuck, babe,” Kelly hissed, and he gave up on trying to stave off his orgasm. “Fuck yes!”

Nick tried pushing back at Kelly’s hands, but Kelly was coming inside him and every muscle in his body fought to maintain the ground he’d won. He fucked him through the climax, fucked him until Nick could do nothing but squeeze his fingers and moan his name and wrap his legs tighter around him, fucked him until both their bodies were trembling and the headboard was banging along with the increasingly ruthless rhythm, fucked him until the entire room was filled with the scents of sweat and sex and that intoxicating absinthe cologne.

Kelly buried his face in Nick’s neck and cried out for him—for mercy—but he kept moving, kept shooting off inside him, kept holding him down and grinding his body against Nick’s cock until the friction was too much for Nick. His muscles spasmed, his cum spurting between them as he struggled against Kelly’s hold and graced Kelly’s ears with the most sinful moans Kelly had ever heard. Kelly moved one hand to grip Nick’s hair, and Nick took advantage of his newfound freedom by dragging his fingernails down Kelly’s back. Kelly gritted his teeth, but all he could think of was filling Nick full of cum so he could watch it run out of him.

He was still grasping at Nick long seconds later. He was still stretched out on top of him, too, with Nick’s legs wound around him and his one free hand still clutching at Kelly’s shoulder. They were both still breathing hard, and Nick’s eyes were closed. Kelly released his hand slowly, not surprised when his fingers ached as he flexed them.

Nick opened one eye to peer up at him.

“Okay?” Kelly asked, his voice ragged.

Nick huffed and closed his eye again. He nodded, and Kelly lowered himself just enough to kiss him. Nick shifted his hips, and they both gasped into the kiss.

“Oh God,” Nick whimpered. He grasped at Kelly’s hip, digging his fingers into Kelly’s ass to keep him from moving again. “No, no, no.”

“Relax. Kiss me,” Kelly murmured, echoing the words Nick had used their first time together. He kissed Nick again, keeping it gentle and soothing to distract him. Nick still groaned against his lips, his body tense as Kelly carefully pulled out of him. Kelly wound up on his hands and knees, forehead pressed to Nick’s, breaths at a premium as he tried to slow his heart. “Okay?”

Nick nodded, eyes still closed. “Yeah.”

“Did you come?” Kelly asked, even though he knew the answer. Nick nodded again, trying to catch his breath. “If you hadn’t I was going to make sure my tongue was in your ass when you did.”

Nick groaned and knocked his good knee against Kelly’s hip. “Jesus, you get dirtier every time we fuck.”

Kelly chuckled at that, but he soon realized that he had no idea what to say now. He knelt there in awkward silence for a few more seconds, then stole one more kiss and rolled off Nick, splaying beside him in the king-size bed.

After a full minute had passed, both of them still breathing hard, the silence stretching into unusual territory, Nick’s fingers found Kelly’s between their bodies and grasped them.

Kelly glanced at him. Nick still had his eyes closed, his tongue touched to his upper teeth.

“Nicko?” Kelly rolled onto his side, placing a hand on Nick’s chest and kissing his shoulder.

“That was good, Doc,” Nick rumbled, and the pitch of his voice sent a thrill up Kelly’s spine.

He turned his head, and Kelly stretched to kiss him. Nick cradled the back of Kelly’s head, and even through the distraction of the kiss and the afterglow of a pretty amazing orgasm, Kelly could feel the tremor in Nick’s hand. Whether it was from pain or not didn’t really matter. Kelly knew how to fix it.

“I’ll get your pills.” He sat up, patting Nick’s belly, then trudged toward the door for the overnight bag he’d packed for them both because he knew Nick wouldn’t take him seriously and pack his own. He realized he was frowning as he rummaged through it. When his hand landed on Nick’s travel pill container, he was still frowning. After what they’d just done, he really shouldn’t be frowning.

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