Page 151 of The Head Game

“And yet …”

“I just …”

“Please don’t,” August said. “I don’t want to think about it today and I don’t want you to either. I want to enjoy this, okay?”

“Shockingly hedonistic of you,” Nico teased. “But I’m in.”

A laugh rumbled August’s chest again. “Thought you would be.”

Nico drifted for a bit, content to rest against August’s firm chest.

“Water’s starting to get cold,” August finally murmured in his ear. “We should get out.”

Nico sat up with a sigh. “Okay.”

He let August slip out of the tub first, then help him out, careful as always.

“What do you say I give you a massage now?”

“Well, I suppose.” Nico released a put-upon sigh as he toweled the water off. “If you insist.”

Ten minutes later, Nico was facedown on the sheets with August straddling his upper thighs, his hands gliding slickly along Nico’s back.

Nico moaned, low and long, into the pillow. “Oh my God. You have magic hands.”

He got massages regularly from the team trainers which were purely functional but this … naked, slippery, sexy massage was so much better.

August’s hands were strong and it was clear he knew what he was doing. “Oh you’ve been holding out on me, Auggie,” he muttered into the pillow.

August chuckled. “Glad you enjoy it. How are you feeling?”

“So good.”

“No headache?”

Nico assessed himself from head to toe. “Nope. I feel great. I think I’ll sleep hard tonight but I don’t think I overdid it.”

“Perfect.”

August found a tight spot on Nico’s neck and rubbed until it loosened, spreading liquid heat down Nico’s spine.

Nico didn’t fall asleep exactly, but he did drift for a while, enjoying August’s touch. He moved lower and lower, his strong hands kneading Nico’s ass.

Nico gasped and arched into the touch.

When August stopped, Nico made a noise of discontent but he leaned down, speaking in Nico’s ear.

“You want this?” August whispered, gently squeezing his ass cheek. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Please.” Nico arched his back. “I need you.”

August sat up, moving away, but only long enough to part his thighs and settle between them. He used his thumbs to part Nico’s cheeks. “Can I?”

“You can do anything you want to me,” Nico muttered, arching his back more, shoving his ass toward August’s face.

August laughed and coaxed him to lift his hips, sliding a pillow beneath them. And then his mouth was there, his tongue teasing between Nico’s cheeks.

“Ohhh.” Nico let out a shaky breath, body humming with pleasure.

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