Page 84 of Meet You in the Waves
I felt Nick’s presence behind me, like a warm hug as his mouth pressed kisses to my neck. I dropped my head to the side, giving him better access as he sucked my skin and I shivered. His hands moved to my hips, pulling me back against him so that I could feel the press of him everywhere.
“I’m so proud of you, my talented little guitarist,” he murmured, lips back to grazing my neck.
“Mmm,” was all I could muster, his hands slipping under my coat.
“So, time to tell me? About the singing?” Nick prompted. I hid a smile, knowing there was no chance he would not remember our earlier conversation.
“It was all a bit of a blur actually,” I started, having a little difficulty concentrating with what his hands and mouth were doing to me. “You know I’ve been recording with that famous singer whose name I am contractually bound to never reveal?”
“Yes. I know all about the fancy secret singer.”
“Well, she couldn’t make the session this afternoon but the studio had everyone there ready to go so they decided to start laying down the music. We were having a bit of trouble with the timing so Alfie asked me to sing the track. So I was singing the song and it was all being recorded when Jeff Jones walked in. He’s the head of the record label, you know.”
“I know who Jeff Jones is,” Nick huffed as though I’d called him a simpleton. Jeff Jones was famous in the music world. He was known as a big name maker and had an ear for talent that was famous in the biz.
“So anyway, apparently the story goes that he was kind of blown away by my singing for whatever reason and started asking the guys in the booth who I was and who had signed me up. The studio guys were all like,he’s just the session guitarist, and Jeff Jones blew up at them and demanded they sign me up pronto before anyone else got me.”
“What, baby?” Nick asked, spinning me around to face him, wonder in his eyes.
“Yeah. So I’ve got a contract waiting in my inbox for me to sign to sing for the studio,” I told him. “Probably it will just be backing vocals or whatever but that’s fine. You know I’ve never considered myself a singer.”
“That’s because you suffer from a rare and debilitating case of personal blindness. And deafness for that matter,” Nick returned, hands on my cheeks. “You are so incredible, Ajay. You just have no idea how good you are. Of course they signed you as soon as they heard you sing. I’ve been telling you for over a year how perfect you are.”
“Well, you also told me to audition for Australian Idol,” I laughed.
“I was serious about that,” Nick returned. And he looked it too, more serious than I’d ever seen him as he gazed back at me. “Now will you finally believe me about how incredible youare? Clearly it’s not just me and my admittedly enormous bias talking.”
“Maybe,” I chuffed, dropping my head onto his shoulder as we talked about my least favourite topic of all – me.
“Hmm, I can see you might need a little more persuading about how amazing and talented you are,” Nick hummed, instantly switching on the charm.
“Yeah?” I tried to hold back my smile as he nodded seriously, his hands at my neck as he untied my bowtie.
“Yeah. I think maybe I’m going to have to get down on my knees to try hard to convince you how incredible you are,” he continued, hands moving to undo each of my shirt buttons until he pushed my shirt and suit jacket off my shoulders. “Mmm,” he hummed, a single finger dragging down my pec to my nipple which he circled slowly until I gasped.
I was rewarded by a wicked smile as Nick stepped closer, free hand palming my dick over my pants as he walked me backwards until my ass hit the sideboard, the open window just to our left.
“Do you believe me yet?” he asked, head cocked to the side with that predatory stillness as the finger trailing my pec dropped lower, straight to my belt.
“I might need a little more convincing,” I rasped. He smirked, wasting no time undoing my buckle and then my pants button and zipper, sliding everything down my legs until I was completely exposed for him. He looked down at my hard dick, licking his bottom lip as he dropped to his knees in front of me.
“Do you believe me yet, Ajay? Do you believe how wonderful and amazing and beautiful and talented you are?” he asked, warm breath skating across my tip as I tried to chase his lips. He wasn’t having a bar of me, holding my thighs in place as he looked up at me, waiting for his answer.
I sighed, knowing he needed me to say it as much as he wanted to hear it. “Yeah, I believe you, Nicky,” I told him, throwing as much sincerity as I could into my words. “But only because of you. Because you take the time to tell me every day, to always make sure I know how valued I am. How loved I am.”
“Good. Because you’re mine, baby. Every last inch of you. Every last drop of you. It’s allmine. And I take my responsibility very seriously, the one to champion you and push you and keep you going and doing your amazing, beautiful things. I’m going to make sure you know how amazing you are and how absolutely loved you are every single day for the rest of your life.”
“I very much look forward to it, Nicky. You and me and the rest of our lives.”
“Good. Let’s start with now then, shall we?” he returned, sending me that wicked glint as he bent his head forward and let me know in every possible way exactly how he felt about me. I knew because it was the same way I felt for him. A forever kind of love. Him and me, me and him.
My Nicky, who I met in the waves last fateful summer and etched himself forever in my heart.
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