Page 117 of The Head Game

August shifted, making a desperate noise and clutching at the headboard when Nico licked at the tip. “Shit that’s … uuhhh, fuck that’s good.”

He was almost painfully sensitive now but Nico was gentle with him, his movements slow and careful, barely sucking. Mostly holding August in his warm mouth and rubbing his thighs.

When August tried to pull away, Nico clamped a hand on his hips and held him in place. His gaze was challenging, like he was daring August to deny him.

So August stilled, allowing Nico to gently suck him, barely moving his head, just swirling his tongue around August’s cock and sending little sparkles of pleasure from August’s groin into the rest of his body.

August’s thighs quivered when Nico finally let him go with one slow, final suck. “Shit,” he said, winded. “That …”

“Aww, I don’t even have to blow you to blow your mind,” Nico said smugly.

Laughing, August fumbled for the pillow next to him. “God, if you don’t stick a cork in it, I’ll smother you.”

“You won’t. You’re already too invested in my health and happiness.”

August groaned and debated smothering himself with a pillow instead. “I don’t know what I did to deserve this shit.” But he couldn’t stop smiling.

“You got engaged to me while I was unconscious,” Nico said smugly.

“Right, that.” August heaved himself upright. Damn it, he needed to go clean up and all he wanted to do was collapse onto the bed beside Nico. “I keep trying to forget.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep reminding you.”

August was still smiling as he walked into the bathroom.

After he was clean and he’d brushed his teeth, he returned to the bedroom. The lamp beside the bed was still on and Nico was sprawled out, taking up most of the space.

“Hey, I brought you a damp cloth,” August whispered.

Nico murmured sleepily and shifted to give August better access.

Not what August had intended but Nico was clearly milking this situation for all it was worth.

It felt strangely intimate to clean Nico but August did it, not willing to let him wake up sticky and uncomfortable.

After the cloth had been taken care of, August turned out the light and crawled in beside Nico.

He rolled onto his side and snuggled close, burying his face against August’s upper arm. “Sanks, Auggie.” The words were so slurred it was hard to understand.

August hesitated, then gave in to the urge to kiss Nico’s temple, far enough away from the incision he was sure it wouldn’t hurt him.

Nico made a contented noise and August closed his eyes, shockingly content himself.

It had been a good day. August felt lighter now that Nico knew everything.

He’d had a nice dinner, watched some hockey, and had great sex. Maybe Nico’d had a point about sex making the situation more bearable.

August stretched a little and let out his own satisfied sigh, tightening his grip on Nico’s waist.

Even the worry about the NHLOA meeting looming over August wasn’t enough to keep him awake for long.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Nico awoke in the middle of the night, his stomach lurching, his head pounding.

He staggered to the bathroom in the dark and knelt by the toilet, fumbling to get the lid up in time before his stomach turned inside out.

A short while later, when his throat ached and his stomach had settled into an uneasy quiver, he heard the soft pad of feet behind him.

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