Page 67 of Ours
“Yeah, I hear it can do that.” Cory chuckled at Nic’s demeanor but noted that he could move all his fingers, so at least nothing was broken. “Come on. Let’s clean this up.”
“Okay.” Nic allowed Cory to guide him from the couch to his bathroom, sitting on the toilet while Cory grabbed a towel and some bandages and peroxide.
“So what happened?” Cory knelt in front of Nic, holding his hand steady as he cleaned the injury.
“Steve saw us,” Nic said plainly. “Friday, in the garage. He told people at school.”
“Oh.” Cory stopped what he was doing for a moment. “I’m sorry.”
“’Sokay. Not your fault. Shoulda been more careful.” Nic gave Cory a small smile. “Not like you get much of a say in it anyway.”
“So, what happened next?” Cory chuckled again as he finished cleaning Nic’s hand with the peroxide. If he only knew the headache he had from saying that earlier…
“Spent all day trying to find out who it was. Asked Derek, Amy…” Nic looked at his lap. “Amy told me it was Steve. Went to kick his ass. Didn’t think. Everyone saw me freaking out.”
“Shit.” Cory wasn’t sure what to say. “Maybe it’ll all blow over?”
“Should’ve just ignored him. Did exactly what he wanted me to do,” Nic mumbled into his lap. “Went straight home after. Stole Dad’s rum, got drunk…”
“And then came here,” Cory finished and started wrapping a bandage over the deep abrasions.
“No. Tried to go see Amy first.” Nic got very quiet. “She won’t talk to me.”
“Oh.” Cory tried not to feel slighted. “Sorry.”
“ThenI came here,” Nic explained. “Knewyouwould help me.”
“Yeah.” Cory sighed. “That’s what I’m here for, right?”
“Yeah, you’re Cory.” Nic used his uninjured hand to tilt Cory’s head up toward him and smiled. “You’re the best. You’re always there for me.”
Cory’s face flushed at the tender praise and attempted to pull his head away.
“You always take care of me…” Nic held him in place gently, looking softly into the smaller boy’s eyes. Then, wordlessly, he lowered his head, drawing Cory’s closer to his, until finally, their lips were touching.
Oh. Oh wow. This is… This is nice. Nic slowly moved his lips against Cory’s, finishing with a smallsmackbefore capturing his mouth again. Cory did his best to match what Nic was doing, never having actually kissed someone before. He suddenly understood why he was forced to watch so many horny straight couples sucking face at school. Kissing wasgreat.
Some water dripped from Nic’s hair onto Cory and suddenly his eyes flew open. Nic was kissing him.Nic was kissing him. Why was Nic kissing him?! Cory didn’t have long to contemplate before he felt Nic’s tongue gently swiping at his lips. Instinctively, Cory opened his mouth, allowing Nic to dip his tongue in and rub it against Cory’s, who again did his best to follow Nic’s lead. Cory moaned lightly as he closed his eyes again, tasting the spice of the rum on Nic’s breath as he probed further.
The two boys continued to lock lips in the bathroom for a few minutes longer before Nic pulled away, drawing out an involuntary whine from Cory who tried to chase his mouth. Still smiling, he stood and helped the boy to his feet, leading him by the hand to Cory’s bedroom. Once inside, he pulled Cory toward him before pushing him onto his back on the bed and climbing on after him.
Cory watched as Nic climbed over him, settling between his spread legs. He held himself up with his arms, looking down into Cory’s face, still smiling that same soft smile. Cory’s face felt so hot, all the blood rushing between there and his crotch. Nic wasn’t saying anything, and Cory didn’t want to either out of fear of breaking whatever spell he was under, even if the wet clothes did feel cold against him.
Nic lowered himself atop Cory, his weight pressing them both down into the mattress. He again captured Cory’s mouth with his own, this time grinding his rapidly growing cock against Cory’s thigh. Cory groaned into Nic’s open mouth as they kissed, the feeling of Nic against his own hard cock leaving him gasping. He felt the stubble on Nic’s face scrape against his own, the hint of roughness pushing Cory further into his headspace.
All of Cory’s moans and whines beneath him drove Nic to go farther, to get rougher. He began to push more into Cory’s mouth, dominating his tongue as they battled, mapping out the interior of Cory’s mouth. The aggression only turned Cory on more as he worked to move his tongue against Nic’s without ever trying to take charge of the kiss. Nic drew his good hand up and cupped Cory’s face, holding him in place and making Cory whimper as his mouth was plundered.
Spurred on by Cory’s submission, Nic started using his teeth, biting at Cory’s lips as they kissed. He growled, holding them between his teeth before driving his tongue deep into Cory’s mouth. Cory could only moan and do his best to keep up.
As their kissing grew rougher, so did their dry humping. Nic ground his hips down, pressing Cory deep into the mattress. Cory whimpered with each scrape of Nic’s hips, the rough denim of his jeans easily overtaking the thin cotton of his shorts.
After pulling back for a moment, Nic kneeled up, towering over Cory. He pulled his wet t-shirt up and over his head, revealing a damp furry chest and stomach. Smirking as Cory ogled him, he tugged on Cory’s own shirt, silently instructing him to take it off. As Cory fumbled to pull it up, Nic undid the fly on his jeans, shucking them and his underwear down in one smooth motion. Cory threw his shirt from the bed just as Nic was leaning back down to kiss him again, somewhat awkwardly shuffling his jeans the rest of the way down his legs, kicking them off to join his shirt.
Nic and Cory quickly returned to making out. The rough hair on Nic’s chest rubbed against Cory’s own light fuzz. The skin-on-skin contact had Cory shivering, and he wrapped his arms around Nic’s back to pull him closer. Reaching up into Cory’s hair, Nic tugged his face to the side as he began moving his mouth toward his ears, making Cory buck and shudder as he sucked and nibbled along the ridge.
Tightening his grip to hold Cory in place, Nic moved from the ear down Cory’s neck. At first leaving only a trail of light, wet kisses, he gradually began to scrape his teeth over his sub’s skin. As Cory continued to moan, he tightened his arms and scraped his nails down Nic’s back, all while Nic sucked on Cory’s neck, worrying the skin between his teeth.
“Oh, fuck, sir,” Cory exclaimed as he grabbed Nic’s back more tightly. He was probably going to have a hickey, but he really didn’t care anymore. He turned his head even farther to the side to give Nic better access to his neck.
