Page 84 of Part & Parcel

Kelly laughed delightedly as they got rid of the remnants of their clothing. Just minutes later, Nick was using his bulky muscles to keep Kelly’s shoulders pinned but his hips held off the mattress as he rocked into him. Kelly was loath to move his heels from the choice real estate at the base of Nick’s spine, but he couldn’t help himself, and he tossed one leg up onto Nick’s shoulder because he knew exactly what it would feel like when Nick hit his prostate in the position Nick was about to put him in. Nick grunted happily as he wrapped his arm around Kelly’s thigh, then straightened up, kneeling and pulling at Kelly’s hips until his ass was in Nick’s lap. Nick found a handle around Kelly’s other leg, hitching it up tight against his hip, and he kissed Kelly’s knee as it rested on his shoulder. It made Kelly grin.

“Like this?” Nick asked as he rolled his hips.

Kelly nodded. He had his head tossed back, his arms spread out to either side, his fingers bunching in the covers. His back was bowed, not from the position Nick had dragged him into, but from the sheer pleasure of having Nick inside him, of Nick’s hands on his body, of the smell of sex mixing with the scent of the hotel bath products Kelly had used in his shower.

Nick’s thrusts were smooth and rhythmic. He couldn’t go particularly hard or fast in this position, and that was one of the reasons they both favored it. They could take the time to feel each other, toseeeach other.

Nick could wrap his arm around Kelly’s thigh and jerk him off as he fucked him, and Kelly would writhe and buck his hips, plaintively grit out Nick’s name when Nick changed up the rhythm on him.

Kelly could watch Nick’s sinuous hips moving between his thighs. He could lock eyes with him and see what it did to his lover when he squeezed his muscles around him. He could urge him to change the speed of his thrusts with just a nudge from the heel of his foot or a gasp of breath that told Nick exactly what he wanted.

Nick could lean over Kelly—slowly, carefully—bending Kelly’s pliant body under him. He could open Kelly up like that, expose his most defenseless position, render him so vulnerable that in any other situation, with any other person, Kelly would have been ready to fight. Nick could do that to him, only to steal a languid kiss as his thrusts slowed and his wandering fingers gripped Kelly’s hip.

Kelly’s tossed his head to the side as the most recent stolen kiss ended, moaning as he caught sight of the clock by the bed. He’d trudged out of the shower just an hour ago. It felt like a lifetime had passed since then, like they’d had a thousand conversations and shared hundreds of kisses. It felt like a different, sallow life he’d been living, one devoid of the color green and growing more and more hopeless as the minutes ticked by.

“Okay?” Nick gasped. His head was still hanging, his hips rolling in a way he knew damn well would make Kelly scream in mere minutes if he continued

“Yes,” Kelly hissed. He repeated the word a few times, a whispered prayer from his lips to Nick’s as Nick kissed him once more. His hips were still moving, rolling expertly, his hard cock filling Kelly, spreading him, teasing at his prostate with promises of an amazing climax just minutes away.

Nick pushed off the mattress and knelt again, tilting his head back. His mouth fell open and he sighed desperately as his hands tightened on Kelly’s hips. He was close to coming, and he was struggling to stave it off, trying to make their indiscretion last, trying to make breaking the rules something that would leave them both sore and walking funny the next day. Kelly moved his hips to match Nick’s movements, and he watched Nick raptly.

Nick and Kelly had both had plenty of sex partners to help them hone their craft separately, and it hadn’t taken them long to figure each other’s bodies out when they’d started fucking. But Kelly had never seen anything like Nick when it came to timing. Nick swore it was more of a hit-or-miss type of thing, that hearing or seeing Kelly shoot off often helped him come too—and probably vice versa—but Kelly was of the opinion that Nick managed to hit more than he missed when he tried to time their orgasms so they both came within a minute of each other. Sometimes it was mere seconds. A handful of truly memorable times, Kellyknewthat Nick had been filling him full of cum in the same seconds that Kelly had been in the throes of his own orgasm.

And in Kelly’s vast experience, that wasn’t something that happened regularly. Still, Kelly hadn’t really appreciated it until he himself had been fucking Nick, and he’d realized just how fucking hard it was not to shoot a load early when you were inside someone that tight.

Kelly squeezed his eyes shut, his memory offering up a flash of that night, of their positions reversed and Nick’s legs spread wide as Kelly’s cock disappeared into his ass.

“Oh God, babe,” Kelly gasped. He reached blindly for Nick, afraid to open his eyes for the next few seconds because seeing Nick there between his thighs, seeing the look on his face as he tried to fight off his orgasm, it would be too much. Kelly would shoot his load all over both of them.

His hand hit Nick’s belly, and a second later Nick’s fingers were grasping for his wrist.

“Will you ride me?” Nick hissed.

Kelly’s eyes popped open, and he was nodding before Nick had even finished the question.

“Come on.” Nick grunted as he moved them, sliding Kelly’s ass sideways. They took the bed covers with them, but neither of them were really concerned with the fact that their mussed bed would give them away. Their mussedbodieswould do that.

Nick was still on the floor, and Kelly spared a thought for his sore knee, but Nick was a big boy; he wouldn’t put himself in a position that would hurt him for very long. Kelly pulled himself upright, getting one knee under him as Nick moved to support the new position, but as Nick sat up with his legs stretched out under Kelly, Kelly’s other leg was still propped over Nick’s shoulder, trapped by Nick’s grip.

Kelly grunted in exasperation, realizing the position Nick had lured him into. He pressed his tongue to the back of his teeth, shaking his head at Nick’s grin. Nick leaned on one elbow, putting Kelly’s free leg in the perfect position to provide the leverage to move. Nick was keeping Kelly’s other leg over his shoulder, though, that much was crystal clear.

Nick’s eyes were sparkling, promising a future full of mayhem and more yoga. “I want your cum all over me.”

Kelly’s cock twitched against Nick’s belly, and he groaned as he rolled his hips experimentally. “Christ, this might actually work.”

“It does,” Nick assured him, and he held up one hand as he propped himself up with the other one. Kelly threaded his fingers with Nick’s, squeezing them, palm to palm as he put his weight onto that hand.

Nick’s cock pushed deeper into him and he moaned, surprised at how loud and desperate the sound was.

“That’s it,” Nick whispered.

Kelly found his rhythm, and every sound he made turned into a desperate whimper, whereas every one of Nick’s moans seemed to be followed by increasingly lusty grunts.

Nick turned his head and sank his teeth into the inside of Kelly’s thigh, and Kelly howled. He bucked his hips, continuing to cry out because it felt so damn good to vocally let Nick know how much he loved this. Nick continued to suck on the inside of his thigh, and Kelly realized that Nick was marking him.

“Oh, God, yes,” he cried out, possibly louder than he needed to. He grasped for Nick’s hair, giving up on one of his two supports in order to get more of Nick in his hands. The only things keeping their precarious balance now were their twined fingers, Kelly’s leg hooked over Nick’s shoulder, and a few heroic muscles and tendons that would probably give out right before the orgasms for maximum frustration.

“Babe,” Kelly gasped. “Baby. Oh, fuck!”

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