Page 45 of The Quarterback
He nuzzled Nick’s quivering belly and reached for Nick’s belt.
“Oh my God…” Nick whispered. His hands fluttered over Colton’s head. Fingers slid through Colton’s hair. “Colton… Fuck…” Nick helped him kick his pants off, even though he kept his head tilted back and had his eyes squeezed closed. His breath came in hard, harsh pants, almost frantic. Almost panicked.
This was the moment. This was it. This was what he’d dreamed about. What he’d wished he could ask Wes’s help with. He’d thought the question a hundred times:how do I go down on a man? How do I make it good for Nick?
He hoped enthusiasm would make up for his lack of skill. Colton wrapped his lips around Nick’s swollen cock head and sucked. Nick bucked into him, almost throwing Colton off, but he held on to Nick’s hips. Nick groaned again, and his heels dug into the mattress as his thighs clenched and released, clenched and released. He bobbed, sucking as much as he could into his mouth in long, deep strokes. Which, surprisingly, was a lot. Nick seemed shocked, too, and moaned Colton’s name as Colton’s lips almost—but not quite—reached Nick’s tangled pubes.
It wasn’t anything like he’d ever done before. There was nothing in his real life to compare this to. He’d sucked on Popsicles and Tootsie Pops and had eaten bananas all his life, but none of that—not even his dreams, where he’d sucked Nick off at least once a night—came close to what it was like to take Nick’s cock inside his mouth. Warm skin, sweat, a musk that was all Nick. He ran his tongue up the underside, swirled it around the head again. Hollowed his cheeks and wet his lips andsuckedas he bobbed up and down, up and down, up and down, faster, faster, his right hand curling around Nick’s thigh. Nick’s cock head hit the back of his throat one, two, three times.
Nick dug his fingers into Colton’s hair and screamed.
He was a guy. He knew the signs. He felt Nick tense, felt his thigh muscles go hard and rigid, felt his ass clench and his hips levitate. Felt his cock get, impossibly, harder in his mouth, right before Nick came.
Like most men, Colton had tasted his own come. He’d put his finger to his tongue after jacking off, curious enough to try a droplet. A droplet was different from a torrent, the force of a geyser shooting out of a man’s balls and emptying down his throat. Nick’s come slammed into the roof of his mouth, coating his throat like hot cream. He coughed, choking on the thick, salty fluid filling him. His mouth opened, and Nick’s come dripped out, sliding down his shaft and pooling in his crotch. Colton tried to lick it all up, lapping at Nick’s cock and balls as Nick cursed and whispered his name, a litany of “Colton” and “Fuck” and “Oh, God.”
Colton sat up and wiped the back of his hand over his come-drenched lips. Not a bad end for his first blowjob. And, now that he’d done it, he wanted to do it again. And again. Before a few weeks ago, he’d never imagined he’d crave sucking another guy’s cock, but here he was. Already wanting more.
His own dick twitched at the thought. He sat back between Nick’s spread and naked legs and jerked at his own belt, pawing at his zipper and yanking off his pants and boxer briefs as he fell to Nick’s side. Nick hadn’t moved since he’d come down Colton’s throat. He was still lying there with his eyes closed, panting and shaking.
Colton was so fucking close to coming, he could probably do it just by looking at Nick. He didn’t need Nick’s hands on him, but it would be nice—
Nick rolled toward him, holding him around the back of his neck with one hand and fumbling for his hard dick with the other. He dragged Colton close, pushing their foreheads together as he awkwardly squeezed Colton’s cock. He seemed not to know what to do or how to hold him, how to twist his wrist and stroke when everything was backward and the cock he was trying to jerk belonged to another man. His movements were awkward. His grip caught on Colton’s head, then squeezed too hard on the shaft.
“Sorry,” Nick whispered. His lips brushed over Colton’s. He dug his forehead against Colton’s, buried his nose in Colton’s cheek. “I don’t know what I’m doing. What do you… How should I?”
“I’m so close it doesn’t matter.” He clutched at Nick’s hand, the one trying to jerk him. “Squeeze. Run your thumb—”
Then Nick got it, like magic, and Colton keened, pushed his lips against Nick’s, dug his fingers into Nick’s arm, and exploded. White light, summer sun, a million touchdown passes. Every win he’d ever had, condensed into one perfect moment, the feel of Nick holding him and Nick’s lips kissing him back and him orgasming with Nick there this time.It’s not a dream, it’s not a dream. He breathed Nick’s name as his orgasm faded, as the earthquake settled, and he came back down to reality, to the bed they were in, together.
They’d done it.
He’d kissed Nick, and Nick had kissed him back.
He’d had sex with Nick. And he’dlovedit.
Had Nick been thinking about him the same way Colton was thinking about him? Was that really flirtation in his eyes back at the winery? Had this desire been building quietly in both of them, and had they both stumbled into these feelings like they’d been walking around in the dark?
A wave of post-orgasm bliss washed through him. He draped his arm over Nick’s waist and buried his face in Nick’s neck. Nick’s heart was still hammering out a too-fast rhythm. Colton kissed Nick’s chest, his furred pec, right above his heart, and let his eyes drift closed.
“Colton…” He heard Nick whisper as Nick ran his hand down his left arm. He fell asleep to the soft stroking of Nick’s fingers and the wild beat of Nick’s heart beneath his cheek.
Chapter Fourteen
Sunlight speared through his eyelids,bright enough to drag him out of his dreams. He groaned and mashed his face into the pillow. His left arm was over his head, grasping the pillowcase. His right was curled beneath his chest, tucked against his body. Something was wrong about that, but he was too scattered to think why. Sleep still clung to him. Sleep and the lassitude of joyful oblivion, the cratering into unconsciousness that happened to him after really good sex.
Sex. WithNick.
Colton’s eyes popped open. One eye peeked out from his pillow, catching on the sight of Nick sitting up in bed next to him.
Nick was propped against the headboard, curled forward, knees bent. He’d pulled the sheet over his legs and his waist to cover his crotch. His shoulders were bare, and Colton could see the broad expanse of his back. See the long line of his spine and the planes of his muscles as they swept down from his shoulders.
He lifted his gaze to Nick’s face—
Gut-wrenching horror filled Nick’s eyes. Horror, shock, and terror. “Colton.” Nick barely forced his name out. It was tight and hard, mangled like he’d dragged it from the bottom of his soul.
Colton squeezed his eyes closed and buried his face back in his pillow. No.No, that’s not what Nick was supposed to look like the morning after. That’s not how he was supposed to look at Colton, ever.No, no, no, no, no. Please, no.They’d kissed. They’d had sex. That meant something, right? Something good. Nick had been all in, he’d thought, holding on to Colton. Kissing himback. Stroking his cock.
“Colton,” Nick choked out. “I know you’re awake. Open your eyes.”
