Page 41 of Part & Parcel

Nick pulled Kelly’s captive arm down toward their bodies. His other hand found a handful of Kelly’s hair, and Kelly cried out when he gripped it too hard and yanked Kelly’s head back. He almost immediately let go, though, and when he trailed his fingers down Kelly’s face and across his lips, his touches were gentle, reverent. He slipped his thumb across Kelly’s lower lip, cradling Kelly’s head in one large palm.

“Nick,” Kelly gasped.

Nick kissed him, slowing his rhythm until his thrusts were so slow that Kelly could feel every inch of his cock slipping into him. Kelly writhed, not even sure what he was seeking. Nick pressed their lips together so gently they were barely even real kisses.

“More,” Kelly blurted. He reached for Nick, gouging his fingernails down Nick’s back to spur him on, bucking his hips. He almost succeeded in turning, using the leverage from his leg over Nick’s shoulder, but then Nick pushed up onto his knees, lifting Kelly’s lower half completely off the bed, leaving Kelly to scramble for something to grasp onto.

Nick sank deeper into him as he repositioned him, though Kelly hadn’t thought that was possible. He let out an outraged howl, his body bowing, every piece of him trembling and burning andscreamingfor release. Nick leaned over him, still holding his ass off the bed, still entangled with his legs so he couldn’t get away. Kelly begged for mercy in whispered words that he wasn’t sure were coming out.

“Say it again,” Nick ordered in a threadbare voice.

“Please,” Kelly whispered.

Nick leaned back and handily dismantled all that hard work Kelly had done to roll over. He wrapped Kelly’s legs around his waist, his hands gentle and then rough, caressing and then gripping hard. He laid Kelly out in front of him, then slipped his hands under Kelly’s shoulders to hold him close.

He turned his face against Kelly’s, their cheeks brushing, his lips grazing Kelly’s ear. “Say it again.”

Kelly whimpered as he tried to get away, tried to get closer, tried to make Nick fuck him harder, tried to make it end. His hands were splayed against Nick’s back, the raised ridges of scars under his palms, the irregular pattern of a tattoo inked a little too deep disrupting the smooth skin under Kelly’s palms. He trembled under Kelly’s touch.

“Please,” Kelly shouted. Nick rolled his hips pointedly, the swollen head of his cock massaging Kelly’s prostate.

He pressed his lips to Kelly’s, the tips of their noses resting together. “I love you,” he gasped, never letting up on the rhythm of his thrusts, refusing to grant Kelly a moment of respite as his words and caresses turned tender.

“Nick.” The name might as well have been a prayer on Kelly’s lips. “Oh God, please. I love you. I love you. Please!”

Nick kissed him to silence him, and moments later Kelly was coming, struggling to move as Nick clamped down on him, grasping at Nick and pleading for mercy, crying out his name over and over until his voice was even more abused than his body.

It seemed to go on forever, until Kelly was seeing stars, until he couldn’t breathe anything but the scent of Nick’s body, until Nick’s moans of his name filled his ears, untilNickwas all he knew.

Kelly’s body was still aflame, the ache settling bone deep by the time Nick carefully pulled out. They both moaned, breaths coming at a premium, each other’s names mingling between them as Nick rolled off Kelly and took Kelly with him.

They faced each other in the darkness, Kelly’s leg resting on Nick’s hip, neither of them capable of speaking yet. After a few torturous seconds of silence, Nick rolled away from him, his body straining under Kelly’s leg. Then the light on Nick’s side of the bed flipped on, searing right through Kelly’s retinas.

“Oh, you dickbag,” Kelly muttered, trying to shield his eyes and turning his head away from the measly light of the forty-watt bulb in that stupid fucking lamp.

“Sorry,” Nick murmured as he rolled back to face Kelly. He was reaching for Kelly’s face, and he pushed at Kelly’s jaw, making him tilt his head up.

His fingers were gentle on Kelly’s neck and chin, but Kelly was frowning as he stared into Nick’s eyes. They weren’t bright, shining green like he’d imagined.

“What are you doing?” Kelly asked, keeping his voice to a whisper because speaking any louder felt wrong.

“You’ve got blood all over you,” Nick told him, tearing his eyes away from Kelly’s neck to meet his eyes. “I cut you.”

Kelly nodded and reached to press three fingers to the throbbing area he thought was the source of the blood.

“Why didn’t you say something?”

Kelly pursed his lips and shook his head, looking down at the blood on his fingers and then back to Nick. “It’s nothing. I’ve bled more than this shaving when the water’s choppy.”

Nick didn’t look convinced. His eyes strayed back to the cut.

“Nick. You just smeared it everywhere with your hand, it’s really not bad.” Kelly took Nick’s hand and turned it over to show him.

He realized his mistake too late as he watched the color drain from Nick’s already ashen countenance.

“Babe,” Kelly whispered carefully.

Nick tore his attention away from his bloody hand and met Kelly’s eyes. He licked his lips and nodded jerkily. “I’ll get a cloth to clean it up,” he croaked, and began to roll away.

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