Nic had never anticipated settling into a domestic routine so quickly, with a minimum of fuss.

Every time he’d pictured himself moving in with a boyfriend, Nic had imagined there would be some long, complicated process of negotiating who got which side of the bed, the first shower, or who had to cook.

And sure, they disagreed sometimes on those points, but they settled them easily. Nic had been out with Kyle and his friends a few more times now, and everyone was treating them like a couple.

They were still anticipating that Kyle would move out as soon as the police investigation had concluded, but that was dragging, and the longer it went on, the more Nic wanted to ask him to stay. Kyle had even mentioned that his lease was month-to-month, not yearly.

In the meantime, Kyle was back to working remotely—not that that term was strictly accurate, since they didn’t have a temporary office set up yet to be remote from.

Also, Nic suspected that the charity hadn’t asked or told Kyle to start work again, but he’d been growing more antsy every day without something to do. Nic had explained that now that the database was complete, he could set it up before they even got into their temporary office, and Kyle had jumped on that idea.

Nic couldn’t blame him. In Kyle’s shoes, he’d be climbing the walls for something to do. And it gave Nic lots of opportunities to watch him at work as they settled on opposite sides of the couch or dining room table, both typing away at their laptops.

Honestly, this felt an awful lot like the kind of relationship he’d always wanted. Quiet, easy, cozy, sexy, sweet. Right. Nothing like Jake. In fact, he hadn’t thought about him in weeks.

When Nic was with Kyle now, even around other people, he didn’t feel like he was staring at the sun or vying for that attention all to himself. He wasn’t trying to earn it. Instead, he was blossoming. He was more relaxed and happy by himself and in groups.

At the office, he was making friends quickly. People were treating him differently now that he wasn’t hiding away in his office, coding all day. No doubt the pink shirts and floral ties Nic found himself wearing more often helped him seem more approachable. He was happy to blame Kyle for them.

“How was therapy today?” Kyle idly asked as he shut down his laptop and wandered to the kitchen.

“Great. Uh. Basically all dick talk.”

Kyle swung his head around and looked at him, leaning on the counter while he waited for the tap water to cool off and fill up his glass. “Huh?”

“Yeah.” Nic grinned. “Less awkward the more you do it, I promise.” Kyle reached for a second glass and raised his brows, so Nic nodded. “Yes, please.”

“Is it? I should practice on you, then,” Kyle smirked.

“Like you need help with your dick talk.”

“I don’t hear complaints.” Kyle winked. He handed over a glass to Nic and they both drank deeply, as if anticipating what might be ahead.

The glass clinked against the counter as Nic pushed it aside, then shrugged. “Hard to talk dick when your mouth’s full of it.”

“You cocktease.” Kyle shoved his glass away and leaned in to press his lips—cool and wet now—against Nic’s. His breath was warm as he murmured against them, “You gonna follow up on that?”

“Why don’t we find out?” Nic laced his fingers with Kyle’s and pulled him toward his bedroom.

It was a familiar dance by now—they hit the bed, undressing each other without a second thought. Nic shrugged out of his clothes without a shred of the self-consciousness he’d felt at first, and Kyle looked as radiantly confident as ever sprawled naked on the bed beneath him, hands behind his head.

After a moment of admiring him, Kyle tried to reach toward his cheek to cup it, but Nic swatted his hand.

“No. Stay.”

“Oooh. Bossy. I love it,” Kyle groaned, tucking his hand behind his head again while Nic slid down the bed.

Kyle was sporting a semi already, his thickness against his thigh and rising. Nic idly wondered how long and much he could tease Kyle, how close he could get him to coming without even touching… but today wasn’t the right time to find that out.

The velvety skin was stiffening in full view of Nic, blood flushing down the shaft and all the way to the head.

Nic couldn’t help but compare. His cock would be as big as Kyle’s one day, except he wouldn’t get hard on his own like he did now or like Kyle did. But it would be bigger, and after he was healed, he could take his turn fucking Kyle sometimes…

God, that was a hot thought, but it was months or years away. Nic tried to push it out of his mind, leaning in to run the tip of his tongue from the base to the head of the shaft. He kept it light, teasing and breathing over the sensitive skin.

Against his shoulders, Kyle’s thighs trembled and then tensed as he pushed his feet into the bed. “Fuck,” he hissed.

Nic mouthed slow kisses along the shaft, pinching it between his lips. He was a little addicted to the taste and the warm weight in his mouth, so it was as much of a challenge to himself as Kyle to keep this slow.

Kyle was fully hard now, his dick throbbing with need for Nic, but Nic didn’t indulge just yet. He kept licking in small circles around the shaft, kissing it, brushing his nose against it… When he looked up at Kyle, Kyle’s mouth was open, his cheeks red and his stomach and arms visibly tight from the self-restraint.

“God, you’re hot,” Nic whispered. He kissed the head of Kyle’s cock, pressing it against his lips and tightening them around the shaft as he slowly pushed his mouth down onto it.

“Hah… hnngh!” Kyle gave a breathless laugh that turned into a groan, his thighs shuddering and twitching. “Fuck. I was just… thinking the same thing. Christ, that’s fucking good!”

Nic swiped his tongue slowly around the shaft and under the head, then over it as he bobbed his head once or twice, then pushed further down until Kyle’s cock bumped the back of his throat. He sucked hard, not giving him a moment’s rest.

“Fuck. Fuck, so—fuck, sensitive, fucking…” Kyle was fidgeting and squirming, barely restraining his instinct to thrash.

Nic didn’t let up, though. He moaned but pulled up his head and pushed down again just as hard, in a silent demand that Kyle keep up with the pace. By the time he swallowed his shaft a few more times, Kyle’s burst of sensitivity had given way to a need for more.

“Fuck. Nic, yes…” Kyle spread his legs wider, flinching and trembling. “Faster, please. Fuck. I wanna fuck your mouth. You’re so fucking gorgeous… ’specially with my dick in your mouth…”

There’s sweet talking for you. Nic managed not to laugh, and instead moaned hard, showing Kyle how fucking delicious he found that hot weight in his mouth.

“—Hah! Unnh, mmph, yes. God. Fuck. Hnnnh—”

In a steady, quick rhythm, the sounds of pleasure slipping from Kyle’s lips gave Nic a rhythm to follow. He sped up to match it, squeezing his fingers around the base of Kyle’s shaft and milk every fucking ounce of need from him.

“Gonna come, baby,” Kyle moaned, not that Nic needed a clue. His balls were heavy and close, his abs as tight and tense as a brick wall, and every sound of need he gritted from clenched teeth was more breathless than the last.

Nic was so turned on he could barely breathe around that thick shaft. He reached down to jerk his own shaft between two fingers as gently as he could. He didn’t want to come on his own yet, but Christ, he needed some attention.

He pulled his lips slowly up to the head, keeping the suction tight and swirling his tongue around it a few times. Kyle was really fucking fun to tease.

“Yes! Yes, fuck, yes, more, please…” Kyle pushed up off the bed, seemingly unable to help himself at last. One hand fell from where he’d been grasping the sheets by his head and grabbed the back of Nic’s head.

Kyle thrust forward erratically and whimpered in pleasure, his cock sliding across Nic’s tongue as his cum spilled over it, his hand tight in Nic’s hair. “Yes… Jesus, Nic!”

Nic swallowed hard with each thrust of Kyle’s hips and squirt from his throbbing dick, loving the bittersweet taste and the thick warmth. He kept his eyes up, trying to meet Kyle’s gaze.

When Kyle’s grip finally loosened and he did, Nic’s cheeks flushed at the way Kyle was watching him—like the fucking center of his world.

“You’re… baby. Jesus.” Kyle was breathless and slack with pleasure, and as Nic’s mouth finally slipped off his softening shaft, his hand came to rest on Nic’s cheek instead. “Fucking incredible. Jesus, you’re hot.”

Nic was just about squirming from his own need, his cock throbbing in a quick, pulsing rhythm with his racing heart. He still had a hand on it, and he was positive that if he jerked himself off a couple times, he might just come on the spot.

It was hard to give Kyle even these few moments to recover when admiring his flushed, sweaty skin and gorgeous body made heat flush through Nic all over again.

“I’m gonna… just…” Kyle tried to catch his breath, then growled and flipped them over in one quick move.

“Jesus!” Nic grabbed for the bed, but they’d been nowhere near the edge. His adrenaline was still spiking, and the move made his cock grind against Kyle’s hip.

God, he needed Kyle now.

“You’re so fucking hard,” Kyle whispered, his breath hot on Nic’s needy shaft. Then, Kyle licked from base to tip in one quick move and wrapped his lips around it, sucking it into his mouth tightly.

The wave of heat that crashed through Nic nearly made him knee Kyle in the face as he pushed his hips up. “Fuck!” He couldn’t keep his voice down for that one.

“Mmm,” Kyle moaned around his dick, running his tongue up and down the shaft a few times before bobbing his head.

Nic was already so turned on that his toes curled hard into the bed, his muscles trembling with need. Kyle was giving him the exact same few seconds of overwhelmed sensitivity before his body kicked into gear and demanded more.

Kyle’s mouth on him was hot and perfect. His couple of inches weren’t going to hit the back of Kyle’s throat or anything, but feeling himself rubbing between Kyle’s bumpy palate and soft tongue was fucking heavenly.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come faster than—than anything,” Nic whimpered.

Kyle slowly pulled his mouth off Nic and licked the shaft a few more times. His voice was deep and rough when he murmured, “Can you come from penetration?”

“Being fingered?” Nic wasn’t opposed to that.

Kyle kissed the head a few times, which made Nic squirm and bite back a high-pitched whimper of need. “No, fucking me.”

Oh, fuck. That was almost enough to make him come on the spot. Nic barely managed a nod, as hard as he could. “I won’t get deep enough to hit—”

“Perfect. You don’t need to. I already came,” Kyle reminded him with a roguish wink.

“Oh my God. Yes, please, yes,” Nic mumbled into his hand, then bit the side of it, trying to calm himself down for a second. This was worth the interruption.

Kyle was chuckling gently, kissing his thigh and squirming back up his body to lean over to the bedside table. “Hold on, then… what position works best? Do you know?”

“Let me spoon you.”

Kyle’s warm, slick fingers on his cock felt good, but nothing like his mouth or what Nic anticipated he’d feel next. He grabbed Kyle and rolled them onto their sides, his breathing already quick with need as he ground against his back, then scooted further down, getting his hips lined up just right so he could press against the entrance.

They’d done a lot in the last few weeks, but never this. Nic was nervous for a moment, his hand resting on Kyle’s shoulder. “You want…?”

“Fuck me,” Kyle whispered, twisting to look over his shoulder at him. “And kiss me, dammit.”

Nic tightened his thighs around Kyle’s and pushed close, then inside. It was shallow, but it was tight and slick and it felt good.

He thrust hard without needing to be told twice, focusing on keeping Kyle’s hips pressed tightly against his, his knees drawn up so he could get deeper…

“Gonna… so close,” Nic moaned. He’d already been close enough and the whole new kind of stimulation had pulled him back down for a moment, but he was revved up again. The bed shook as he thrust into Kyle, and Kyle moaned, rubbing his arm and thigh and anywhere he could reach.

“Come, baby,” Kyle breathed out. “God, you’re hard. I can feel you in me. That’s so fucking hot!”

Nic dug his nails into Kyle’s hip as his head spun. One or two more thrusts, and he was about to…

“Kyle!” Nic’s body seized and tensed, his muscles quivering in involuntary shudders as he thrust as hard as he could into Kyle, wrapped around him and in him. In him! The thought was so goddamn hot, let alone the feeling of his manhood inside, tight and wet.

He couldn’t breathe, but in the best way possible. At last, the tension drained out of his body when his muscles stopped quivering, his mind clearing up.

“Shit,” Nic whispered with a breathless laugh. “I forgot to kiss you.”

“I’ll forgive you if you do it right now,” Kyle murmured playfully, squirming out of his hold and rolling on his back.

Nic kept his arms and legs around Kyle as he kissed him hard, sucking Kyle’s lower lip until Kyle was out of breath again.

Kyle groaned. “Fucking refractory periods.”

“We’d be chafed raw if we didn’t have them,” Nic pointed out, a smile tugging at his lips as he kissed Kyle’s neck.

“Fair point. God. That was awesome,” Kyle whispered. “Did you like it?”

Nic nodded. The feeling of holding Kyle, thrusting into him… if he could get deep enough that he hit Kyle’s prostate, he could only imagine how incredible that would feel. “That’s why I want phallo. I’m going to make an appointment. That’s what today’s therapy was about.”

“Oh,” Kyle whispered, shifting until he could get a hand on Nic’s shoulder and rub the back of his neck. “That’s awesome.”

“You think? I mean, it’s a huge thing, and it’ll take so long to recover…” Nic sighed. “And the money. Not that the money matters to me, but…”

Kyle shook his head. “You do what you need to. I just want to see you happy. Whether or not you can fuck me like a porn star, I don’t care. This is the best sex of my life already.”

Oh. Nic’s jaw dropped. Hearing that from Kyle so plainly…? It was the truth.

“If you want phallo, I’ll help you talk about it beforehand or recover afterward… whatever you need,” Kyle told him, his voice gentle but firm. “That’s what boyfriends are for.”

The stress drained from Nic as he closed his eyes, then pressed his nose into Kyle’s shoulder. “Fuck. Thank you. I love you.”

He hadn’t really meant to say it—more think it. He’d thought it enough times lately in little, everyday things. But he hadn’t let it slip until now.

There was silence for a second or two before he caught his breath, his mood dropping.

Kyle wasn’t saying it back. Nic couldn’t look at him. He didn’t want to know why.

“Refractory periods will have to wait… I gotta get to sleep,” Nic murmured.

“Me, too,” Kyle murmured. He was rubbing Nic’s arm and hand gently, settling down against him. He wasn’t pushing Nic away, then, so that was something. Kyle was squirming, finding the right way to lie with him.

Give him time. He just accepted the biggest news I could throw at him.

“Goodnight,” Nic murmured, closing his eyes.

Kyle yawned and went still against the pillow, apparently finding just the right spot. “Night, Nic.”

Nic’s thoughts kept him awake for another minute, but his eyelids were too heavy to hold out much longer.

Wait for him. It’s worked every time so far. Please let it work again.