Chapter 6

Dante

I can’t tear my eyes off Nico’s firm, round ass as he hurries out of the bedroom as silent as a ninja.

Between my legs, my epically hard cock is tenting my boxers in a way that would be comical if I wasn’t so fucking horny I can hardly breathe. It’s never been like this for me with any of the women I’ve been with. And Nico and I haven’t even done anything yet. If I’d known a simple makeout session with Nico would get me harder than full on sex with a woman, I would’ve been after him a long time ago.

I don’t understand how I didn’t see him before, really see him. But better late than never, right? And the things he said earlier about wanting me and... loving me. My breath quickens at the memory of his angry, beautiful words.

The bedroom door creaks open again, and Nico slips back inside, and then scrambles onto the bed.

“Good news, bad news,” he sighs. “I did find an unopened bottle of lube under the sink in the bathroom, not going to think too hard about that. But no condoms.”

He crawls up the bed, and when he reaches my waist, he starts to tug down my boxers. I lift my ass so he can pull them off. His eyes go wide as he stares down at my now exposed cock, dark with blood filling it, tip shiny from precum, veins pulsing.

The awed expression on his face is almost enough to make me shoot off all on its own.

“We could just...um...ah…” His hand wrapping around my thick shaft blows all thoughts out of my mind.

“You’re a responsible man,” he notes. “To a fault, most would say.”

“Uh-huh,” I murmur, losing myself in the rhythmic tug as he moves his hand up and down my length.

“I bet you were tested after that bitch Stacey cheated on you last year.”

“Uh-huh,” I agree, too focused on the feeling of his hand to guess the direction of the conversation.

“And you haven’t been with anyone since then?”

“Nuhhhh,” I groan as he gathers precum onto his thumb and smears it around the purple head of my cock.

“That’s a no?” he clarifies.

“No one since,” I agree.

“Good. I haven’t done anything with anyone since the last time I was tested, either.” He shuffles down until he’s propped up on his elbows, his lips close enough to my cock that I can feel every breath against my shaft. “So, you should just fuck me bare.”

I’m sure I should dispute his conclusion, but his lips wrap around my cock, and the heat of his mouth engulfs me. I can hardly remember my own name, let alone a good reason not to do whatever Nico wants.

His lips glide up and down my erection, his tongue tracing the throbbing veins and occasionally flicking at the sensitive spot where the head of my cock meets the shaft. And while he sucks me, he whimpers and moans, and makes obscenely arousing, sloppy sounds that should be their own fucking soundtrack for future jerk-off sessions.

“Nico, oh fuck, Nico.” I tug at his hair, thrusting my hips until the head of my cock hits the back of his throat and he gags. “Sorry,” I whimper, forcing myself to still.

He pulls off my cock with a smirk, his lips puffy and wet from sucking me.

“Don’t apologize,” he says, his voice rough and so fucking sexy.

He sits up on his knees and tugs his shirt over his head, tossing it off the side of the bed. Then he reaches for his sleep shorts and shoves them down, his cock bobbing free and swinging freely in front of him as he tosses the shorts aside as well.

My eyes hungrily devour the hard planes of his body, and I ask myself again how the hell I never noticed Nico this way before now. I mean, sure, I always knew he was a fit, good looking guy. But all guys check out their buddies a bit, right?

“Like what you see?” he asks, a hint of nerves in his otherwise joking tone betrays his fear.

“I more than like it,” I assure him, sitting up and shucking my shirt before pulling him into another kiss.

This one is a little slower, less frantic, but just as hot. Our lips move in tandem, our bare cocks pressed together, causing a friction that may drive me insane. I wrap my legs around his hips as he thrusts against me.

“Holy fuck, how did I not know this was a thing?” I gasp as his hard shaft moves against mine, the head of his cock catching that sensitive spot on mine with each thrust.

Nico chuckles and runs his hand up my thigh and slips it between our bodies.

“If I had enough time, there are so many ways I’d want to play with you to get you off,” he teases almost sadly.

“We have all the time in the world,” I contradict him.

“Don’t make promises in the heat of the moment,” he whispers against my lips before pulling back again, this time to reach for the bottle of lube he brought with him from the bathroom.

I watch with interest as he removes the seal, and then squirts a glob onto his fingers. Sitting forward, using one arm to brace himself over me, he reaches his lubed fingers behind him.

“Are you…?” I swallow, imagining what it must look like for Nico to finger his own ass.

“Yeah,” he answers with a dreamy look on his face. “I finger myself a lot. It feels so goooood. I can’t wait to have you inside me, it’s going to be even better.”

“Can I see?”

Nico raises an eyebrow at me, and then sits up and turns around. I shuffle into a sitting position with his ass right in front of my face and put my hands on the back of his thighs as he slides two fingers inside again.

I run my hands up and down the back of his legs, and then over his ass cheeks. My hands tremble as I grasp and knead his ass. My cock is so hard it hurts, and I’m sure even a stiff breeze would be enough to make me come right now as I watch Nico’s fingers slide in and out, in and out, spreading lube all around his hole and opening himself to take my cock.

He works a third finger inside and we both groan.

“Put lube on your cock,” he gasps, and for a second I’m too mesmerized watching him to follow his command. “Hurry, I need you inside me before I come.”

I moan and my hand flies to my cock, giving the base a hard squeeze before my orgasm can overtake me. My cock pulses hard, so, so close to release. My balls ache, pulled tight to my body, ready to burst at any second.

I reach for the lube and pour some into my hand, and then bite the inside of my cheek as hard as I can to keep myself from coming as I slather the lube down my shaft.

“Ready?” Nico asks breathlessly.

“Yeah, but I’m afraid I won’t last long,” I warn.

“Me either.”

Nico tugs his fingers free from his hole, now glistening with lube and looking slightly red and puffy from being stretched.

He looks at me over his shoulder, his eyes blazing and his cheeks flushed.

“Is it okay like this?” he asks.

“Yeah, anything you want,” I agree.

I grab Nico’s hips as he slowly lowers himself toward my cock. When his pucker lines up with the head of my cock, my fingers dig into his flesh harder, no doubt leaving bruises. I can’t tear my eyes away as he presses down, the pressure on the head of my cock enough to make me see stars as it disappears inside his tight hole.

“Oh Jesus, fuck,” I gasp as he takes me inside, inch by inch.

Nico hisses through his teeth and tenses.

“Are you okay?” I check in a strained voice.

“Yeah, you’re just a lot bigger than my fingers,” he laughs. He holds still for a few seconds, I assume adjusting to the invasion. And then he starts to move again in shallow thrusts, taking me slowly deeper.  

I can feel his inner muscles relax around me as he starts to enjoy the feeling, his breath coming in pants and moans.

“D, oh D, you feel so good. Unh, it’s even better than I imagined. Oh god, I won’t last,” he pants as he works me inside with shallow thrusts.

When I’m about halfway in, I can feel the head of my cock brush against something inside him, and Nico lets out a wild cry.

“Are you okay?”

“So, so good,” he replies sounding slightly drunk, rolling his hips so I hit the spot again, and then without warning, he slams himself the rest of the way down onto my lap, burying my cock to the hilt inside his tight channel.

He rotates his hips in a slow circle, like he’s luxuriating in the feeling of my cock filling him. And if that’s not the hottest thing in existence, I don’t know what is.

“I’m torn right now because I don’t think I want to live another second of my life without your cock inside me. But on the other hand, I really need to come,” he confesses with a rough laugh, continuing to roll his hips and clench around me.

“Come, let’s come,” I weigh in with a frantic edge in my voice.

“Okay,” he agrees before lifting himself up, and then slamming home again.

I meet each of his thrusts as he rides me with abandon, fucking himself onto my cock frantically. When I see him reach for his own cock, I snake my hand around and beat him to it.

I wrap my fist around his hard length, surprised by how hot it feels in my hand, and jerk him in time with his wild thrusts.

His hole tightens around me again, and his cock swells in my hand, leaking precum like a fucking faucet as I tug him harder, faster.

“D, Dante, fuck, fuck, I’m coming,” he wails, clenching so hard around my cock I almost can’t breathe.

And then thick, sticky streams of cum flow over my fingers, and the rhythmic pulse of his ass is too much to bear.   

I slam my cock as deep as I can inside him as my own orgasm overtakes me, pumping my seed into him in what feels like never ending waves of pleasure.

When it finally ends, I wrap my arms around Nico, and tug him back against me, and then roll so we’re on our side, spooning together.

My spent cock slips out of him, and my cum-soaked hand smears all over Nico and, likely, the bed. But I’m too drained to care.

“I can feel your jizz leaking out of my ass,” Nico murmurs happily.

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

“Mmhmm,” he agrees.

Our breathing syncs and sleep starts to tug me under before long.

“Dante?” Nico whispers just before I manage to fall all the way to sleep.

“Mm?”

“It’s okay if this was just a one-time thing, but please don’t hate me in the morning.”

I kiss the back of his shoulder and tighten my arm around him.

“Go to sleep, baby.”