Page 115 of The Head Game

“I mean it,” August said firmly.

“I mean, I do have cock rings and stuff …” Nico rolled over and rummaged through a drawer in the nightstand.

“Give me some lube. I think some prostate stimulation is all I’ll need to make you come. You don’t have to be hard to ejaculate.”

“Again with the lame dirty talk, dude. You sound super clinical right now.” Nico sat up, rolling his eyes. “Whatever. This is my favorite.”

August ignored the comment as he caught the bottle, then studied it closely. It was good quality stuff and half-empty. Oil-based, so totally useless with toys or condoms, but perfect for what August had in mind.

“Looks good.”

Nico settled into position again, gesturing grandly. “Then get to work.”

August rolled his eyes. But rather than get between Nico’s legs again, he settled on the bed beside him. Nico was clearly up in his head about his ability to perform—something August would never have imagined was possible—and he needed to relax.

August coaxed him onto his left side and slid closer. “Kiss me,” he said.

Nico quirked an eyebrow, clearly surprised, but he leaned in. “Yeah, okay.”

It was odd kissing Nico without the bright flare of anger beneath. Other than the brief kiss outside of the hospital, which had been mostly for show, snarky frustration was all they’d ever had.

But Nico was a good kisser. Even if he was still worried about what was happening below the belt, he put all of himself into the kiss, curling a hand around August’s neck and draping his leg over August’s thigh.

And his tongue … Mmm. He kissed playfully, like he was darting in to tease August, then retreating, making August chase him.

When August took control, Nico let out a happy little groan and rubbed his hips against August’s, pressing their cocks together.

August reached for the lube, fumbling around in the sheets for a moment before he snagged it.

He kept kissing Nico while he spread some on his fingers, enjoying the thickness of it, the way it clung to his skin.

Yeah, that would feel nice.

“Move your knee a little higher,” August coaxed against Nico’s mouth and Nico hitched his leg up, his knee pressing against August’s ribs.

August slipped his fingers between Nico’s cheeks, blindly searching for his hole. Nico shifted a little and they both gasped.

August kissed him again as he circled Nico’s entrance, teasing a little.

“In me, Auggie,” Nico begged, and August smiled and pressed their lips together.

August paused for a moment, making Nico whimper with frustration, then slid a finger inside. His body was so warm and August was hit by a memory of Nico, slick and tight around his cock.

“Fuck,” Nico arched into the sensation. “Mmm, yes. Love how thick your fingers are.”

August smiled and kissed him again.

Nico quickly got into the gentle thrusting and soon August was teasing him with two fingers. When he tapped the pads of them against Nico’s prostate, Nico moaned. “Oh, fuck.”

But when Nico tried to reach between their bodies to jerk himself off, August stopped him. “No. Let me work you up this way,” he said, looking into Nico’s eyes. “And then you can come in my mouth.”

Nico groaned. “Why are you torturing me?”

Because patience during sex can be good, August thought. But he smiled at Nico and said, “It’ll be worth it in the end.”

With a resigned sigh, Nico closed his eyes and August gave in to the urge to kiss him again.

He had a great mouth. Those pouty lips felt so good against August’s and for a while they made out while August fingered him, enjoying Nico’s increasingly desperate groans.

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