Page 48 of Scoring Position

It took Ryan three tries to get the key card reader to work, but finally they stumbled through the door. It hadn’t even closed behind them before they were kissing, pawing at each other’s clothes as they staggered toward the bed.

“This is more fun when my hands aren’t covered in Tiger Balm,” Nico breathed as he shoved down Ryan’s boxers.

“I dunno, I had a pretty good time last—time.” Ryan cut himself off with a curse as Nico wrapped a hand around his cock. “I take it back. You’re right, this is more fun.” He slid his hands under Nico’s underwear and palmed his ass, or as much of it as he could grip at one time. The flex of muscle when Nico rolled his hips into it set his brain buzzing. He was dizzyingly hard already, and Nico’s long, fat, uncut cock was leaking against his stomach.

Lube. Before this went any further, Ryan needed to grab that from his toiletry bag. Thank God for his own laziness; he’d left his suitcase close to the bed. “Hold that thought, babe.”

The endearment slipped out, and Nico shivered a little. Ryan slapped his ass lightly and reveled in the jerk of Nico’s cock, then half dove over the side of the bed to get the lube.

When he was right side up again Nico had shoved off his underwear. He met Ryan in a dirty kiss, took the lube in one hand, and finished the job on Ryan’s boxer briefs with the other. Ryan kicked them away and tugged Nico down onto the bed with him, eating the hungry moans right out of his mouth as Nico popped the cap open.

Ryan should probably be embarrassed he’d gotten this turned-on this fast, but Nico was very goal-oriented. He leaned back against the pillows, making space for Nico between his thighs. “Fuck, you got me so hard.” Nico stroked him root to tip and Ryan bucked into the hot, slick, tight tunnel of his fist. “Gonna make me come, babe?”

Nico choked off an interested sound and flushed, his mouth a wet, pink O. “I….”

Oh God, was he into Ryan’s horrible dirty talk? That was good, since Ryan had a hard time shutting up. “Come on, Nico,” he teased. “You’re not a cocktease, are you?”

Nico shuddered—but he also stroked Ryan again, firmer, paying attention to the sensitive head of his cock. “No,” he said mutinously.

He’sshy, Ryan thought, not with his body, but with his words. And maybe a little self-conscious about how much he liked Ryan’s.

Ryan was a bad man for finding that incredibly hot, but he didn’t think Nico would mind if he exploited it.

He reached for Nico in return, hiking up his knees so he had room to stroke gently. He had plans for that cock involving his mouth, and he hated the taste of lube. “Yes—that feels so good.” Of course Nico would have good hands.

Nico watched with rapt attention, eyes dark, mouth slightly open, like he wanted to take in everything. “Like this?”

Ryan was going to die. “So good. Little tighter.” He closed his free hand around Nico’s just enough and coached him into the perfect rhythm. “Perfect, that’s perfect—fuck, fuck,fuck.” He bucked into their combined grip.

“Oh God.” Nico tightened his grip and sped his strokes, eyes glued to Ryan’s cock as Ryan fucked his fist. It felt incredible—Nico’s hot grip, the heavy weight of his cock in Ryan’s hand—but it was the heat in his eyes and voice that pushed Ryan over the edge. He spilled between them, all over Nico’s fist and the bedsheets.

He was still twitching with aftershocks when he reached up with his free hand and pulled Nico down for a hungry, possessive kiss. Nico slumped against him, pushing into every point of contact.

Ryan wanted to make him lose it. Last time he’d barely gotten to touch. “I want to suck your cock.”

Nico inhaled sharply. “Okay. How—?”

Ryan pushed him onto his back and slithered down the bed until he was level with Nico’s beautiful cock—fat and long and thick.Christ.And Ryan had thought he had nicehands. “Good?”

Nico made another strangled noise and nodded.

Ryan didn’t wait for an engraved invitation. He pinned Nico’s hips to the bed and took his cock down his throat. The sound Nico let out was sweet music, an unrestrained cry, but he didn’t writhe or push against Ryan’s hold. He held perfectly still, even though Ryan could feel the muscles of his thighs jumping under his palms with the effort of restraining himself.

Of course he had perfect self-control. Ryan couldn’t wait to make him lose it. He pulled back, humming low in his throat as he tongued Nico’s foreskin, wet and sloppy.

“Close,” Nico gasped. “I’m—close.” He fisted the bedcovers, trying not to come.

Ryan rubbed his thumbs over his hipbones. “So come.” He mouthed at the base of Nico’s shaft and then engulfed the head again.

This time Nico couldn’t quite help thrusting up just a little. “You want me to—in your—?”

Ryan met his eyes and sucked.

A noise punched out of Nico, his muscles tensed under Ryan’s hands, and he came until his thighs were quivering, flooding Ryan’s mouth with come.

Ryan swallowed, then slowly pulled off and wiped the corners of his mouth. Fuck, Nico was too good to be true. Sweet and sexy and eager to please. In a better universe, Ryan would keep him forever.

But he didn’t live in a better universe, so he had to take what he could get in this one. He crawled up the bed, flopped down next to him, and ran his hand along Nico’s arms and chest while they kissed. Nico curled toward him like a flower chasing the sun.

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