Page 59 of Scoring Position

Nico liked sucking cock for the same reason he liked game days. On his knees at Ryan’s feet, he didn’t have to make decisions, didn’t have to think. He just had to pay attention and listen to his instincts.

He moaned with how good it felt—the weight of it in his mouth, knowing it was because of him Ryan was breathing hard, clenching his fingers in Nico’s hair.

Ryan pulled him back and traced the head of his cock over Nico’s mouth, smearing salty liquid over his lips. “Oh my God,” he murmured. Then he pushed back inside. “Yeah, Nico, c’mon—suck me.”

Nico sucked.

A shudder ran through him as he did it, and his own erection jerked in his pants. Ryan was thick enough to make his jaw ache, even though he was only thrusting gently a few inches into Nico’s mouth. Nico loved it.

“You’re so hot like this.” Ryan’s voice was a whisper, just audible over the TV and the wet sucking sounds from Nico’s mouth. “Ah, fuck—can you take more? Can you—”

Nico couldn’t answer out loud. Instead he let his eyes fall half closed and relaxed his jaw as he blinked up at Ryan.I can, he thought at him.Do it. Please.

In his mouth, Ryan’s cock blurted precome over his tongue. Nico swallowed it greedily. His own cock throbbed in his pants.

Ryan tightened his fingers in Nico’s hair. “Stop me if it’s too much.”

He pushed in farther this time, until it was uncomfortable. Until Nico choked on it. He shuddered at how that made him feel, used and slutty and filthy in the best way. Ryan didn’t stop, and Nico didn’t want him to.

“Oh my God,” Ryan said when Nico didn’t pull away from the gagging sensation. “Nicky, baby, that’s so good—that’s—do you like this?”

Nico made a tiny, aborted sound. Did helikethis? He was contemplating shoving his hand down his pants, too turned-on to wait for Ryan to touch him in return.

“You do,” Ryan groaned, snapping his hips into Nico’s face. Nico’s eyes and mouth watered; his chin was wet with spit. He sucked little half breaths when he could, never as deep as he wanted. It was incredible. “That’s so hot.” The thrusts came faster now, less controlled. “You’re gonna make me come.”

Yes.Nico trembled as he waited for it, using his lips and tongue as best he could while Ryan fucked his throat. The flavor of sex was stronger now. It wouldn’t be long. Soon Ryan would—

“Fuck,” Ryan snarled, pulling back until only the head was in Nico’s mouth. “Nicky—”

Nico sucked frantically, using his hand to jerk the shaft into his mouth.

Ryan erupted a second later, hot and thick and bitter, flooding Nico’s mouth with come. He swallowed what he could, loving the way it made him feel, dirty and sexy and powerful.

Ryan didn’t take any time to recover. He pulled Nico up by his hair and kissed him, licking his own taste from Nico’s mouth as he worked Nico’s pants down.

Then he had Nico’s dick in his hand, stroking, tight and perfect. No more teasing.

Nico broke the kiss to breathe in shallow pants against Ryan’s mouth, curling his fingers hard into the couch as Ryan worked him over. “Can’t get enough of you,” Ryan murmured, moving faster now. “So good. Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

Nico came. His desperate moan caught high in his throat, and euphoria flooded his veins.

And then he collapsed like a badly engineered bridge. Somehow he knocked the other throw pillow off the arm of the couch, and it hit the popcorn bowl on the end table, which clattered loudly to the floor.

His muscles felt like overcooked spaghetti, but he froze in Ryan’s lap and waited for the inevitable query.

Finally. “Nico?” his mother called from upstairs. “Is everything okay? I heard something….”

Oh God. Nico raised his head. “It’s fine, Mama! I dropped the popcorn bowl. Go back to bed.”

“Okay. Good night.”

When he heard the bedroom door close, he buried his face against the side of Ryan’s neck and stifled an incredulous laugh as Ryan shook with silent giggles. “Fuck. We are never going to get away with this.”

RYAN DIDN’Tcelebrate Christmas, his grandparents being strict atheists on his father’s side and Jewish atheists on his mother’s, so being semi in charge of the holiday dinner because Nico was a hopeless cook and didn’t want to put the burden of making a meal on his mom was kind of a mind fuck.

But he’d volunteered. He was not interested in eating a turkey that was even drier than the standard, and apparently Germans usually made goose or duck. But there were limits to what Ryan was willing to attempt, and making a goose was past them.

Where did you even buy a goose in the US? Like, assuming you didn’t shoot it yourself?

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