Page 55 of Part & Parcel

“What is that?” Nick demanded. He’d submitted to a tin of homemade something one time years ago that Ty had sworn was magic, and he’d spent the next week peeling his skin off in strips.

“Emu oil,” Kelly said, turning the little tin so Nick could see the label. It looked like it had been printed in someone’s basement.

“Oh,fuckno,” Nick blurted, and he reached for the edge of the bed to get away.

Kelly pounced and wrapped him up from behind, dragging him into the middle of the bed and holding him down. “I’ve used this on you before, it’s fine!”

“Emu oil!” Nick cried as he lay flat on his back and stared up at Kelly with wide eyes. “Is it made out of real emus?”

“I . . . I assume so, yes.”

“Gross. Gross!”

“It’s all I have with me for sore muscles!”

“I’d rather have sore muscles than emu oil!”

Kelly was laughing hard enough that he could barely respond. He held up the little tin and shook his head as he composed himself. “Just let me try some, I need to know if it works well enough to buy more.”

“Why would you buymore? Those poor fucking emus!”

Kelly hung his head and wheezed, bracing himself on Nick’s belly. “Oh my God.”

“This is worse than the itching lotion you tried to jizz all over me!”

Kelly was still trying to catch his breath, but he did manage to swipe two fingers through the emu oil and spread it over Nick’s quad muscle as Nick tried to get away.

Nick cried out in horror.

“Now are you going to let me rub it in, or are you going to get it all over your princess fingers?” Kelly asked.

“This is horrible,” Nick muttered, and he covered his eyes. Kelly’s hands were warm and skillful when he started spreading the emu oil over Nick’s thigh, but that wasn’t enough to distract Nick from what he was using them to spread. “This is the worst thing a bird has ever done to me.”

“Shame, since you’ve always treated cocks so well,” Kelly said, his voice trembling.

Nick peered at him from between his fingers. Kelly’s brow was furrowed in concentration as he worked the oil in. His long fingers were strong and talented, and soon enough Nick had forgotten his horror and was concentrating on Kelly instead. When Kelly looked up and met Nick’s eyes with a wink, warmth stole through Nick’s body.

Kelly’s hands snuck a little higher, pushing under Nick’s boxers, his fingers just grazing over the juncture of Nick’s thigh and hip before he slid one hand down the inside of Nick’s thigh.

“Babe,” Nick whispered, shifting his hips and closing his eyes as his body reacted. “This is mean.”

Kelly bent, tugging at the elastic band of the boxers, and he kissed Nick’s hip. “When are we going to get some ink right here?” he asked, tracing Nick’s hip bone with one finger. He bent to kiss it again, and when he spoke his lips moved against Nick’s skin. “I think I’d like a target to aim for.”

Nick breathed out slowly and grabbed a handful of Kelly’s hair. Kelly raised his head and met Nick’s eyes.

“The rules?” Kelly prompted gently.

“Come here,” Nick demanded shakily, and Kelly crawled up his body to lie over him and kiss him. His skillful seduction meant Nick was ready for whatever Kelly wanted, and their hard cocks rubbed together through the thin material of their boxers. Nick wrapped his arms around Kelly, deepening the kiss.

He was about to roll them over when music began to blare. They both jumped, Kelly rolling off Nick and to his knees, Nick shooting straight up and into a sitting position to give the room a wild-eyed once over.

“What the fuck?” Kelly gasped.

“Is that your phone?” Nick asked.

“My phone’s dead. Is it yours?”

“Must be, but I don’t have that song on it and I lost service an hour into Wyoming.”

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