Page 21 of The Head Game

Pathetic? Probably.

But tonight August would take what he could get.

“Fine,” Nico said, stepping close enough to touch. “You want to get something going? Let’s go, baby.”

He undid a button on August’s tweed suit jacket and raised an eyebrow. “Pretty fancy suit for a ref there, eh?”

“I like the respect it shows the game,” August said stiffly.

“Mmm, you would.” Nico worked another button loose, then slid his hands up under the fabric, his palms warm as he smoothed them over August’s shirt.

August hated how good the touch felt. It had been too long.

“Why are you so tense?” Nico asked. He widened his eyes, batting his lashes. “Oh, is this your first time, sweetheart? I didn’t realize. I promise I’ll be gentle with you.”

“It’s not my first time,” August protested. “I told you. I’ve had relationships before.”

“Of course you have,” Nico said in a faux soothing tone. “You’ve had lots and lots of sex and you totally know how to get Tab A into Slot B.”

“I know how to have sex,” August said through gritted teeth. “I’m good at sex.”

“Aww, are you nervous you aren’t going to be able to satisfy me, baby?” Nico gave him a sympathetic look. “I get it. I’m more than most people can handle.”

“I can handle you fine,” August protested.

“Prove it,” Nico whispered, his breath a gust of juniper-scented breeze over August’s lips.

So August grabbed Nico by the hair and kissed him, backing him up against the bed.

* * *

Nico let out a pleased hum against August’s lips.

He enjoyed the aggressive kiss so much more than the awkward tension from before.

He still wasn’t entirely sure why August was here tonight though.

Nico was pretty much irresistible of course, which went without saying, but to be honest, he wasn’t sure if even his charms could override August’s clear dislike of him.

Still, when they finally drew apart, August’s chest was heaving and he looked a little dazed.

Score one for Nico.

Nico pushed the suit jacket off August’s broad shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He kept his gaze on August’s face as he tugged his shirt free of the waistband and slowly unbuttoned it.

When Nico reached the last button, August’s nostrils flared and he wet his lips. It looked almost involuntary, as if he couldn’t quite help himself.

And Nico loved that.

He loved making such an uptight guy absolutely gag for it. For him.

Nico stripped off his own clothes, tossed them on the floor, then crawled onto the bed, still wearing his briefs.

They were very brief and he thought the shade of blue looked rather nice against his skin, if he did say so himself.

He rubbed the flat of his palm against his cock, groaning at the way the fabric dragged against his foreskin.

“So, are you going to watch me get myself off, or are you going to help?” Nico teased.

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