Chapter 7

Nico

I wake up crusty with dried cum, sticky with sweat, and with a smile on my face I can’t seem to wipe off.

I can’t believe Dante and I had sex last night. Everything about it was so much better than I ever imagined, and I’ve spent a lot of time imagining what it would be like.

I chance a glance over my shoulder at Dante and find him still fast asleep, a little bit of drool on the corner of his lip that’s a lot more endearing than it has any right to be. My eyes wander down to where the sheet is bunched around his ass, leaving the broad plains of his back on full display. He really is the most beautiful man alive, hands down. And I can’t believe I somehow lucked into having such an incredible night with him. I just hope he doesn’t regret it as soon as he wakes up.

My stomach sinks at the thought. What if he was drunk, and he’s totally freaked out when he wakes up and finds us naked in bed together? What if he hates me for taking advantage of him? Did I take advantage of him? Oh god, I’ll never be able to live with myself if he regrets what we did last night.

I take deep breaths, trying to calm my galloping heart and spiraling thoughts.

Best case scenario, he won’t regret last night, he’ll just file it away as a thing that happened, and we’ll never speak of it again. And the best way I can make sure that happens is to not be naked with him when he wakes up.

I carefully get out of bed, doing my best to keep from jostling the bed any more than necessary. I quickly grab a towel and clothes out of my bag and slip into the connected bathroom.   

There’s a slight stinging soreness in my ass as I walk, and I smile again at the reminder of what happened last night. I always wanted to lose my virginity to Dante, I just didn’t think it was at all within the realm of possibility.

Once the water is warm, I climb into the shower and slowly wash myself. Taking my time partly because I want to give D time to get up and sneak out of the room if he’s freaked out. And partly because it makes me sad to wash away all the evidence of last night, and I want to hang on to it just a little longer.

I notice some light, finger-shaped bruises on my hips and feel a little giddy. At least I’ll have those for a few days as a reminder, a reassurance that I didn’t dream all of it.

The sound of the door creaking open startles me into dropping the bottle of shampoo I’m holding. I peek my head out from behind the curtain to find Dante pissing in the toilet. It’s an oddly intimate thing to do, somehow even more intimate than fucking.

“Is there room in there for two?” he asks when he’s finished.

“Wha...you um…?” I struggle to form a coherent sentence as my brain catches up to what’s happening. “Yeah, there’s room,” I finally manage.

He gives me a sleepy smirk, and then yawns before shuffling over and pushing the curtain aside enough to join me.

Dante has never been a morning person, so it doesn’t surprise me that he doesn’t say much once he’s under the hot spray beside me. But all the silence does is give me way too much time to analyze every micro expression and non-verbal signal he gives off. He seems relaxed and peaceful, which has to be a good thing. I’m not delusional enough to think it means he wants to keep things going after this weekend, but maybe he’s okay with a whole weekend fling rather than just one night?

Taking a chance, I grab the bodywash again and pour some into my hands, and then start by lathering Dante’s chest.

He makes a pleased rumble sound deep in his chest that almost sounds like a purr, his head leaning back into the water and his eyes drooping closed.

I run my soapy hands over his shoulder, throwing in a little neck and shoulder massage when I reach that area. He groans with pleasure and my cock jerks, remembering all the sounds he made last night when he was buried inside of me, filling me with his cock, and then with his cum until it dripped out of my hole and made my ass cheeks and thighs sticky when I woke up.

His hip brushes my now hard cock, standing at attention between us, and he opens his eyes, a wicked grin on his lips.

“You’re probably pretty sore after last night, huh?” he asks, bringing his hands to my back, and then slowly sliding them down over the curve of my ass.

His growing erection bumps against mine and makes me even harder.

“Not too sore,” I lie, not wanting to miss out on round two.

“Liar,” he calls me out easily. I should’ve known, Dante’s always been able to read me like an open book.

“I don’t care if I’m sore, I want you anyway,” I settle for the truth.

Dante’s smile turns softer, something almost like awe in his eyes. He brings his lips to mine in a gentle, almost exploratory kiss. Tangling his fingers in my wet hair, he uses the hand on my ass to pull me closer so our cocks are pressed together, sandwiched between our bodies. The warm water cascading over us adds to the sensation as I squirm and rut against Dante. Our tongues tease and play, and our hands wander, memorizing every inch of each other. At least I’m memorizing every inch, and I really want to believe Dante is, too.

“I never want to hurt you. I have another idea instead.”

“Okay,” I agree, not caring what his idea is. I’m sure I’ll be into whatever he has in mind.

To my surprise, Dante drops to his knees in front of me, my cock bobbing inches from his face.

He wraps his hand around the base of my shaft, and I let out a soft gasp. Dante on his knees in front of me, my cock in his hand, is almost too much. But then he starts to stroke me, and it’s even better.

He angles my cock toward his mouth, but instead of going straight for the kill, he rubs the head of my cock against his cheeks, around his lips, all over his face like he can’t get enough.

My balls constrict and the pit of my stomach clenches as I try to hold back my orgasm. What a pretty sight it would be to just let go and paint Dante’s face with my seed.

When he parts his lips and places the head of my cock on his tongue, I let out a strangled cry and grasp at his short hair, wishing for something to grab on to so I can keep myself from floating away.

He takes long, experimental licks around the head of my cock, and then down my shaft until he reaches the base, and then works his way up again. When he reaches the head again, he places a wet kiss right where the shaft and head meet and a bead of precum dribbles from my slit. He looks up at me and holds my gaze as he gathers the offering on his tongue. He moans and then goes back for more, snaking the tip of his tongue along my slit greedily.

By the time he finally wraps his lips around my cock, I’m right on the edge.

He takes me in about halfway before gagging, and god help me if the feeling of constriction, paired with the gagging sound, doesn’t nearly make me blow.

“You don’t have to take too much at a time.” I do my best to pant out a reassurance. “I’m so close, it won’t take much.”

“But I want it to be good,” he argues.

“It’s so good.”

He smiles and takes me into his mouth again, this time not trying to take me all the way. He wraps his hand around what he can’t take and sucks me enthusiastically.

My knees tremble and my legs feel like they’re turning to jello as Dante licks and sucks me like my cock is his new favorite treat. I claw at the slick shower wall, but find no help, so I place my hands on Dante’s shoulders to keep myself upright.

Dante moans around my cock, sending vibrations through me and making my balls pull even tighter, my cock throb even harder, my ability to resist letting go grow even thinner.

I look down at D and the look of bliss on his face, his lips wrapped around my cock, drool and shower water covering his chin. I notice his free arm moving rhythmically, and I realize he’s getting himself off while he sucks me.

“Dante, I’m close,” I warn, pushing on his shoulder. But he doesn’t pull off, he just sucks harder, faster, taking me deeper until I can’t hold back any more. I cry out as my cock pulses against his tongue, shooting my release down his throat. I can feel his throat and tongue working as he swallows it down, and that only drags my orgasm out longer until I’m so spent I nearly collapse.

Dante catches me, standing quickly and pressing his cum-flavored lips to mine. His cock brushes against my hip again, and I look down to find it slowly deflating, a smear of cum still clinging to the tip. I reach down and gather it on my finger, bringing it to my mouth so I can taste him.

Miraculously, only now does the water start to cool as it beats down on us. Thank god for my parents’ giant water heater.

“We’d better get out before it’s ice cold,” I suggest, and Dante follows my lead.

We dry off and then head back to the bedroom to dress. I give him some more clothes since his are likely still wet from the leak and make a mental note to call my parents to let them know about the leaky ceiling.

Once we’re dressed, I turn to Dante and brush a brief kiss to his cheek.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell the guys what happened. I know this is just a weekend fling or whatever, so I don’t want you to think I’m going to tell the world or anything.”

He opens his mouth to say something, but rather than find out what, I cut him off with a kiss, and then leave the bedroom with Dante right behind me.

When we reach the kitchen, Hunter, Taylor, and Kris are there already, and they greet us with a round of applause.

“That was some performance you two put on last night,” Hunter says, waggling his eyebrows at us.

“Oh, fuck,” I mutter, putting my hands over my face. Of course, the guys heard us.

“It was about time, too. You two have been dancing around each other for years,” Taylor adds.

“Oh my god,” I murmur again, almost afraid to look at Dante, knowing I owe him an apology for being too loud and giving us away.

When I finally do glance over at him, I’m surprised to find him smiling.