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fact that he had to reach up to kiss him, that Nick’s muscles

were bulkier than his own. He especially enjoyed that Nick

could pick him up, and did so with great frequency during

their foreplay. He’d once briefly fucked Kelly that way,

holding him against a wall and entering him over and over

until he’d wanted harder and faster and tossed Kelly onto a

nearby couch instead.

Needless to say, Kelly had learned the little cues that Nick

responded to, and he abused the hell out of them.

Nick grabbed the back of Kelly’s thigh as soon as he raised

his leg, and then he bent and hefted Kelly up, sliding his back 116

against the wall and holding him there with his own weight.

Kelly wrapped both legs around him, still kissing him.

He could feel Nick growing harder through his pajama

pants, feel the tension in every muscle as he worked to support Kelly’s weight.

“Babe,” Kelly gasped. “What do I have to do to get you to

fuck me like this?”

Nick chuckled darkly. “I’d be way too fucking loud doing

that,” he admitted, then bit at Kelly’s lip and kissed him

hungrily. He put his lips to Kelly’s ear and hissed, “Come

ride me.”

Kelly groaned. “Yes, Staff Sergeant.”

Nick released the viselike grip he’d had on Kelly and let

him slide to the ground. As soon as his feet were on the floor, Kelly ran his hands under Nick’s shirt. He’d probably seen

Nick shirtless a thousand times before, but this never failed

to be his favorite part of getting Nick undressed. The play of

muscles on his shoulders and his back, the way the dark ink of

his tattoos contrasted with his skin. It was fucking glorious.

Nick pulled the shirt off and tossed it aside, backing

toward the bed with a smirk. He knew what he did to Kelly,

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