Holy crap, things were intense. At least it felt that way to George.

His mind was still racing. Had Nick really been hitting on him just moments earlier? He'd never acted that way when they were teens. Sure, playful comments were made and sometimes Nick's arm lingered around his shoulder too long, but it never felt like Nick was really coming onto him.

But tonight...

George's heart pounded as he led Nick through the crowd of the high school and through the front doors. It was much cooler outside than it had been in the community center, giving his overheated body some comfort. “The motel isn't much further,” he said as they strolled.

“Your parents aren't here anymore?” Nick asked. George both admired and was annoyed by the fact that Nick was as cool as a cucumber. Maybe flirting casually with people like that was the norm for Nick, but it wasn't for George.

“No, they moved out not long after I graduated high school,” George answered. “They didn't waste much time exploring the world.”

“Did you go with them anywhere?” Nick asked.

“I went with them once or twice on short trips, but nowhere major.”

“Why not?” Nick's voice was curious.

“Ahh, I never had the money,” George responded with a shrug. Over the years, he'd made excuses not to venture out to mask the truth: that he was simply afraid. Moving to San Fran was the biggest risk he'd taken, and it had felt like forever before he was settled and comfortable.

“What about you?” George questioned, wanting to keep up the conversation for the short walk back. After all, they were trying to get to know each other again, right? The heat building up down south each time he met Nick's eyes made him want to get to know Nick in another way, too.

“I've done some traveling,” Nick answered, his hands tucked into his pockets. “Mostly for work. Conventions and meetings, mostly.”

“What's your favorite place?”

“I really enjoyed Barcelona,” Nick said without missing a beat.

George's heart fluttered. Everything about Barcelona screamed warmth and romance. It was one of those places that he wanted to go to someday if he had the guts to. “Barcelona always sounds so amazing...”

“It really is. I went during the late winter, so it wasn't that warm, but warm enough that some people were still on the beach,” Nick relayed. “Going out with everyone to the bars and enjoying the nightlife was fun, though.”

Bars were not George's idea of fun, but he didn't say anything. There was something appealing about barhopping, but, again, he just never had the courage to go. It was all too loud and predatory for his liking.

As they entered the motel and made their way to his room, George's mind reeled. In that moment, he was reminded of everything he didn't experience because he didn't push himself. So many perfect opportunities to experience life to the fullest passed him by because he was more contented kicking back with a book. He was too young to pass up adventures.

“Is everything all right?” Nick asked once they were in the motel room.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, sure!” George lied, mentally cursing himself for becoming distracted. “I'm just going to change my shirt.”

“Should I run out and grab us a 6-pack?” Nick offered as he remained standing by the door.

“I-If you want,” George said as he grabbed his backpack and dug out a clean shirt. “You don't want to go back to the reunion later?”

“I'd rather hang out here and catch up with you,” Nick admitted.

George's heart skipped a beat as he clutched the fresh shirt. His eyes flickered to Nick, who was watching him with such an attentive expression. It was a stark difference to the blank stare George had gotten not long ago. He willed away the sting and cleared his throat. “I'm cool with that.”

“Right. I'll be back in a few,” Nick said with a quick smile before leaving.

As soon as Nick was gone, George let out a breath. He hurried into the bathroom to change out of his stained shirt, using the cheap soap to try and minimize the damage. It also kept him busy, although his mind was racing.

Nick, his old friend and crush, was gone to get beer. The two of them alone in the motel room drinking together... Anything could happen. For someone that normally liked to play it very safe and predictably, the thought of letting loose was thrilling. He needed to step outside his comfort zone.

As soon as he had his new shirt on, he stepped back out into the room, sitting down on the edge of the bed to wait for Nick to return. He nervously patted his knees with his hands, nipping at his bottom lip as he glanced to the window.

What if those beers led to more than just catching up?

“Would that really be a bad thing?” George scolded himself under his breath. It'd been ages since he last got laid. He rarely dated and one-night stands were typically not his thing. He'd gotten spooked before when one guy he went home with ended up having a girlfriend. He unknowingly helped the guy cheat. George hadn't gotten with anyone since.

Rap! Rap! Rap!

The knock on the door made George jump, though he bounced to his feet and answered the door.

“Got the beer,” Nick announced as he held up the 6-pack and stepped inside.

“Excellent!” George accepted the can that was handed to him and cracked it open.

Nick followed suit while grabbing a chair from the desk. “Listen, I'm still really sorry about earlier...”

George sipped his beer and shrugged his shoulders. “Not gonna lie—it stung, but I'll survive.” Saying that it only stung was an understatement. He and Nick had been so close once, so seeing the lack of recognition across Nick's face...

“I've thought about you over the years,” Nick admitted as he leaned back in his chair, the beer can held against his leg.

“You fell out of touch almost as soon as we graduated,” George murmured. “What was that about? Did I do something wrong?” He hadn't meant to get heavy, but it just happened. He'd spent many sleepless nights wondering if he'd scared Nick off.

“It wasn't you at all,” Nick said so quickly that George was touched, and it helped take away some of the old pain. A small wave of relief washed through George and tension was released that he never knew he'd been holding.

“What was it, then?” George asked.

Nick opened his mouth as though to speak, but his brows pinched as he hesitated. His grip on the can tightened, the light crunching sound loud to George's ears. Nick shook his head and there was no missing the wall that suddenly went up. “I don't really want to talk about it right now, but just know that it wasn't because of you.”

George didn't completely buy this. Even if whatever happened didn't have anything to do with him, he got the shitty end of the stick. He frowned and picked at the tab on the can, unsure what he wanted to say or do next.

Nick rose from the chair and put aside his beer. He sat down next to George and lightly squeezed his knee, causing George to quiver. “I'm really sorry, George. I never meant to let us drift. I was an idiot.”

George's breath caught in his throat and before he knew it, he surged forward, crashing their mouths together.

This was his first kiss with Nick. He'd dreamt about this moment a lot when he was younger, though this wasn't at all how he expected it to happen.

He abruptly pulled back, his face burning hotly and his eyes wide. “Shoot! I-I didn't mean...” he stammered. Where the heck did this come from? He definitely hadn't had enough to drink to use that as an excuse. As soon as he met Nick's eyes, he was stunned into breathlessness. Nick's eyes were sharp and focused on only him. In that instant, that intense look and their close proximity made George feel like he was on fire.

Just go for it. Take a chance. Live in the moment, George thought to himself. He didn't want to dwell on exactly why this was happening.

Suddenly, Nick's mouth crushed his own, their bodies pressed together as Nick went in for the kill. The jolts that tore through George made his head spin as he gripped tightly onto Nick to ground himself. Without missing a beat, he kissed back with everything he had. He hoped Nick wouldn't judge him too harshly. George didn't kiss much.

His mouth was dry, although not for long once Nick leaned down and captured his lips. The moment their lips met, it was like a lightning strike. A jolt seared through him from the top of his head down to his toes. An involuntary moan escaped him as he gave back into the kiss.

When Nick parted the kiss for them both to come back up for air, George shook with anticipation. They locked eyes and the way Nick's eyes flickered back and forth was as though he were asking for permission to go forward. With a wordless nod, George gave him permission, nothing but pure animal lust taking over.

He shivered as Nick's strong hands brushed over his body and unbuttoned the new shirt George had just put on. He was transfixed as he was undressed, although didn't even think to raise his hands and undress Nick yet. No, he let Nick do his thing, his hands working more quickly now as the buttons for his shirt were popped free.

By the time Nick worked his way down to his pants, George had begun to blush. His cock was already pressed up against the fabric, the bulge more than evident. This drew a deep and appreciative chuckle from Nick as he started undoing the belt.

“Are you sure about this?” he murmured as he loosened the belt and reached inside of the pants.

George drew in a sharp breath as Nick's hand touched his sensitive cock. It was more than that, though. All of memories of his childhood crush on Nick came rushing back to him in that moment. He'd always been too shy to pursue anything with his friend, afraid to scare Nick away. Never in his wildest fantasy did he ever think Nick actually would come onto him a decade later. While this wasn't how he envisioned them getting together, he was going to live in the moment. These were the sorts of things that happened in all the romance novels and movies that George loved so much, after all.

“Yeah, go for it,” George grunted as he raised his hips up against Nick's touch. He didn't want to be given too much time to think. If he did, he'd surely talk himself out of it.

Right now, he needed this.

Nick leaned in for another kiss that sent George soaring. At the same time, Nick pressed a hand to his chest and pushed him down toward the bed. George laid down obediently, raising his hips to make it easy for Nick to remove his pants and underwear. Once his socks were snagged and flicked off, he shimmied up the bed until his head rested in the pillows. Being completely naked beneath Nick was thrilling.

“Are you going to get naked, too?” George asked, his voice squeaking. He wanted it to sound sexy but it didn't quite come out that way.

“Already working on it,” Nick said as he knelt on the bed and lifted his shirt over his head. Now George was treated to the sight of Nick being shirtless, and his throat went dry as he stared. In high school, Nick had always been the built one. He was still in great shape now, too, with some extra tattoos. There was some kind of reptile on his left pec and there was a hint of another at his right hip. That reptile, too, was revealed once Nick stripped himself bare. Before he tossed the clothes completely, he grabbed a couple of things from his pants pocket: a condom and travel-sized packet of lube.

George's eyes widened. “Are you always that prepared going to reunions?”

“I'm that prepared going anywhere,” Nick said. George admired that confidence. Why couldn't he be that way? “All right, up on your hands and knees.”

Without hesitation, George rolled over onto his belly and then eased himself up onto his hands and knees. His cock twitched between his thighs. He started to stare forward at the headboard, but some part of him—the disbelieving, unsure shade of his adolescent self—prompted him to look back over his shoulder for reassurance.

It was really happening. Nick flashed him a smile as he rolled the condom over his engorged cock. It was bigger than anything George had ever seen in person. Granted, his sexual experience was still somewhat limited but even so, that was a big dick.

George whimpered as cool liquid slid between his cheeks and down over his hole the next moment, followed by fingers spreading it around. His mind raced as he naturally backed against the fingers, craving the touch. He twitched when fingertips circled around his hole, resisting the urge to bow forward.

Then a finger was eased inside. He moaned and pressed back into the finger.

“You like that?” Nick purred behind him.

“Y-Yeah,” George stammered as he clenched and unclenched around the finger inside of him. When the finger crooked and rubbed against his prostate, he let out a light cry of surprise. The shockwave caused by all those nerve endings sparking at once was always intense. He bit down on his lip, though, to stop from crying out again. What if the neighbors complained?

It wasn't long before a second finger was eased inside of him, stretching him and lubing him for what was to come. George was so enraptured by what was going on, the buzz from the alcohol helping him along, too. He had just enough to drink that he was feeling a little bolder and happier but not enough that he didn't know what he was doing. He wanted this right here and now.

When the fingers were removed, George relaxed slightly. He moaned softly as the tip of Nick's cock pressed against his hole.

This was it. He was going to have sex with Nick.

“Go ahead,” George uttered. He wasn't sure if Nick was waiting for his permission or not but he thought he'd give it, anyway.

With that, there was a sudden pressure as Nick pushed himself inside. George groaned as he accepted Nick's cock inside of him. The sensation of being filled by his old childhood crush had his head in a whirl.

He worked his hips with Nick's until Nick was completely seated in him. George gave a quiet, happy sigh as he rolled his head forward and then back again, clenching and unclenching just for that added sensation.

“How's that?” Nick asked, his voice lower and gruffer, which made George quiver with delight.

“It's amazing,” George assured Nick, melting as a strong hand rubbed over his hip and up along his back. When both hands settled onto his hips and gripped, George rocked forward and then back. That was all the encouragement Nick needed, and it wasn't long before the two were moving in unison.

Things were slow at first, which George greatly appreciated. The slow burn that built up throughout his entire body was something to relish. His body grew hotter with each slow thrust of Nick's hips, and George kept turning his head to look at him.

Nick was sexy as hell. His muscles were well defined and those lizard tattoos on his chest and hip gave him a little more of a bad boy vibe. Despite his chest being fairly smooth, his arms and legs were just hairy enough that it felt nice being brushed against.

Even in the heat of the moment, George couldn't help but to wonder what Nick was thinking. That was soon gone from his mind once Nick started picking up the pace.

George's fingers twisted into the blanket beneath him as he bit his bottom lip as those powerful hips set to work. Their bodies collided with each thrust, sending bursts of pleasure through George. The smacking of skin caused little twinges of pain that only heightened his pleasure even more, especially combined with Nick's nails digging into his hips.

“Oh, Nick,” he couldn't help but to groan as he bucked back against Nick, trying to match the pace and make the thrusts even deeper. As much as he wanted to lose himself entirely in the moment, he wanted to make Nick feel good, too.

“You feel amazing,” came Nick's response. George couldn’t help the flush that spread over him.

“D-Don't be afraid to go harder. I can take it.” He had no idea just how hard Nick could go but he didn't care. This had all the makings of a fling, which was something that George could at least cross off his list of things to do. If it ended up being a fling, he was going to milk being with Nick for all that it was worth. He tried not to think of the consequences of their actions and the what-ifs right now.

Then the real pounding began. George nearly bit through his bottom lip as he tried to stifle the moans wrenched from his throat. Nick was truly going all in, hammering away at him, giving him no respite. George's world spun as his arms and legs trembled. He sank forward onto his forearms, panting, whimpering, and moaning. There was no stopping the precome leaking from his hardened cock.

He reached beneath himself to glide his hand over his cock, using the precome as lubricant to stroke himself. It was harder to remain balanced with one hand away from the bed, but he managed. He stroked himself hard and fast to match the pace that Nick had set inside of him, his mind nothing but a blur as pleasure took hold. His body was taut, coiled like a loaded spring, and was ready to release.

“That's it, George,” came the breathy praise from behind. That was all he needed to topple over the edge, crying out as he emptied his load. He tried to catch as much of it as possible in his hand, but it was easier said than done while Nick was still bombarding him with sensations.

George collapsed against the bed, although his ass was still stuck up in the air with Nick's cock still pleasantly embedded in him. He quivered as Nick ran a hand lightly over his ass and his back as if to soothe him while he basked in the afterglow. It was a surprisingly gentle and affectionate touch. Was that a hint that this might be more than a fling?

But before George could question it further, Nick resumed thrusting. George whimpered, backing his hips against the thrusts to try and help Nick along to his release, too, even if he was spent. Everything was much more sensitive now, but he didn't care. He wanted to be enveloped by this sexy man for as long as possible. He didn't want this pleasurable feeling to end.

He shifted, pressing his shoulder against the bed more as he glanced back to Nick. It was truly a sight to behold. Nick was strong, his muscles rippling with each thrust, and his face was rapt with pleasure and concentration. His lips were parted ever so slightly, his teeth almost bared, and his skin shone lightly of sweat. This was better than anything he'd ever daydreamed about.

George groaned as Nick's nails bit sharply into his hips as the thrusts became more erratic. Then his breath caught when Nick gasped and groaned, coming to a finish himself. Their hips slammed together a few more times before Nick came to a stop, panting.

George was sure he must've looked like an idiot with the dopey grin on his face. He wanted to somehow tease Nick, but no words came to him in that moment. It seemed wrong to break him out of his bliss, anyway.

Finally, Nick drew back and removed his condom. It was only now that dread snuck into George's mind.

Now what was going to happen? Was Nick just going to get up and leave? He tried to hide his nerves as Nick eased off the bed and padded to the bathroom. A few minutes later, he returned, all freshened up and with a fresh, damp towel for George.

George eased himself up into a sitting position as he took the towel and wiped his hands, followed by the rest of him. Now that the heat of the moment had passed, he was self-conscious. He flicked his gaze up to meet Nick's. Did he have any of these nagging doubts, too? Or was hooking up like this just a normal everyday thing for him?

“I'm beat,” Nick announced as he flopped facedown onto the bed besides George.

George's heart pounded as he stared down at Nick. Did this mean that Nick wanted to spend the night with him?

George blushed as he tossed aside his towel and then crawled under the blankets. He was even more entranced when Nick followed suit, even though he still remained facedown in the pillows. Once George settled on his back, he fought the urge to turn onto his side and snuggle into Nick. It had been so long since he last shared the bed with someone and he wanted nothing more than to snuggle in close.

Plus, it was Nick! For this one night, his fantasy had come true. Sure, his fantasies about how him and Nick came together typically involved more romance, but he'd take what he could get.

Nick didn't seem to be plagued by worry at all. Within minutes, George noticed the deep, steady breathing, although at least Nick had turned his head so that he wouldn't smother himself in the pillows.

For George, it would take a while yet before his racing heart would calm down and let him sleep. Despite all the warmth and fuzziness engulfing him, there was also unease.

Because come morning, with the fantasy now played out, cold, hard reality would set in.