Chapter Sixteen

That night, Nick didn’t even pretend he wanted to be anywhere else than with Trevor on the couch. Gabrielle was a long time in bed, and Trevor let himself steal the small moments with Nick. Nick’s arm over his shoulders, Trevor’s head resting against his shoulder, and the TV on low in the background. Trevor had no idea what they were watching, hadn’t really been paying attention since they had started to get comfortable, Nick occasionally pressing a kiss to Trevor’s temple, almost as if he wasn’t quite aware he was doing it.

“Today was good,” Trevor said, turning so that his nose was pressed to Nick’s throat. He kissed the skin there, closing his eyes. It was strange, he reasoned, to be so happy. He just wasn’t used to it.

“It was.” Nick’s voice rumbled, throat vibrating against Trevor’s lips. “I had fun.”

“So did Gabby,” Trevor said, smiling as he thought of Gabrielle riding on Nick’s shoulders because he was taller and helped her see over everything.

“You’re good at shoulders, Daddy,” she had told him seriously, looking apologetic. “But Nick is bigger.”

It was true, unfortunately, that Nick was bigger. Trevor was average height for a guy, he wasn’t short or anything, but when he stacked up against other hockey players – and Nick – he was much shorter than most of them. Trevor didn’t mind. Nick’s shoulders were definitely the better platform from which to see the entire park. He could think of himself as a good father and not lament that his daughter preferred Nick. It didn’t even feel like a preference. Trevor found that he quite liked it. He was trying not to let himself think about why he might like it so much because thinking about that led to thinking about other things that culminated in him thinking permanent thoughts about him and Nick.

That, he told himself sternly, was madness.

“So, this game on Monday,” Nick said, bringing Trevor back to the present. Nick’s fingers were teasing through his hair, tilting Trevor’s head back so that he could look him in the eye.

“Tomorrow,” Trevor reminded him, wanting to close his eyes at how softly Nick was touching him. He forced himself to pay attention, watching Nick’s eyes drop to his mouth. Trevor had almost forgotten how intoxicating those first few days of a relationship could be.

Nick huffed a breath, almost a laugh but not quite, and leaned in, kissing the corner of Trevor’s mouth. “Tomorrow. I suppose sex is out of the question?”

“No,” Trevor said, dragging out the vowel. A shudder went through his body at the thought of sex with Nick, and he wouldn’t have cared if he had to step on the ice sore as fuck, he wanted everything. Not that he would have changed what they’d done the night before, but he knew what he liked, and what he wanted from Nick. “You can fuck me.”

“Fuck,” Nick said emphatically, dropping forward to press his forehead to Trevor’s. Trevor let his hand slide up the back of Nick’s neck, brushing the hairs at the nape of his neck, and nuzzling at his face.

“Whatever you want,” Trevor said. He was used to being the one feeling the effects of whatever Nick was saying. It was a heady feeling to have Nick so reactive and he could see why Nick liked it so much. “Anything.”

Nick’s eyes were dark already, and his tongue darted out to lick at his bottom lip. “Anything?”

“That’s what I said.” Trevor was feeling braver, shifted until he was pressing Nick down into the couch cushions. Their hips slotted perfectly together, and he heard – and felt – Nick’s groan. Big, strong hands gripped Trevor’s hips and started to grind them down. Trevor could feel Nick’s dick through his pants, sweatpants because they’d changed after dinner, and he wanted more of it, wanted it back in his hand, wanted to ride Nick until he forgot his own name.

“I want to fuck you.” Nick’s voice was hoarse, and he caught Trevor’s lips in a quick kiss, turning it dirty and wet, tongue sliding against the back of Trevor’s teeth.

Trevor’s dick filled, thick and leaking, his body quivering with the thought of having Nick’s dick in his ass, Nick touching him everywhere and not letting him catch his breath.

“Do you–”

Trevor bit down on Nick’s collarbone, fisting a hand in Nick’s hair. He knew what Nick was going to ask, wanted to reply, but there was so much of Nick’s skin to taste, to experience. “Upstairs.”

“All right,” Nick said, his voice barely above a whisper as he tipped his head back against the arm of the couch, exposing more of his neck to Trevor’s mouth.

It was lazy and fun, the silence was broken only by the soft groans and noises Nick couldn’t keep himself from making, and the sloppy wet sounds from their kissing, from Trevor sucking against Nick’s neck. Trevor could spend forever laying atop Nick, driving sounds that only he was allowed to hear. Logic dictated that he wasn’t the first person Nick had ever been with, but that didn’t stop him considering the idea that he would ruin Nick for anyone else.

Staring down into Nick’s eyes, Trevor’s heart seized in his chest and he fisted his hands into Nick’s shirt, hauled him up into another kiss, hooking an arm around Nick’s neck and holding him in place. It was an awkward position, and Nick’s neck would start to hurt if Trevor’s arm didn’t give out first, but he couldn’t make himself stop kissing Nick. He couldn’t stop grinding their hips together, little thrusts that were sending sparks of pleasure up the base of his spine.

“Please,” Nick said, between a break in the kissing. “Trevor.”

“I wanna ride you,” Trevor bit out. He had never been ashamed of talking dirty, and he grinned at the red tips to Nick’s ears, the duck of Nick’s head, as if he couldn’t bear to look Trevor in the eye. Trevor tucked a finger under his chin, forcing their eyes to meet. “Hey.”

Nick swallowed thickly, jaw locking as he stared at Trevor silently.

“You wanted to fuck me, right?”

“Yeah,” Nick said, pupil blown so wide it was swallowing up any hint of color. Fuck, Trevor wanted him so badly. “Riding me qualifies.”

“Come on.”

Pulling away from Nick, rolling to his feet, was probably the hardest thing Trevor had done in days. The prospect of Nick spread out beneath him, dick curved and leaking, Trevor being able to sink down on it, fingers digging into the meat of Nick’s chest, was the only thing that had him climbing to his feet and holding out a hand to Nick.

Nick took it, letting Trevor haul him up from the couch. He stepped forward, ducking his head to kiss Trevor, derailing them from actually moving anywhere. Trevor didn’t care, let Nick manhandle him through the living room, almost tripping over the coffee table. Nick had a fistful of Trevor’s sweatpants, fingers sliding against his ass in a way that had Trevor pressing into Nick’s groin, groaning as their dicks pressed together.

Stumbling up the stairs, their hands and mouths barely stopping to make sure they managed it without incident, Trevor was on edge, his entire body tuned to the way Nick was touching him, the drag of his fingers against Trevor’s exposed skin, the press of his mouth to Trevor’s lips, his jaw, his forehead. The drag of his clothes against his body as Nick tried to tug him free. It was only hoody and sweatpants, but Trevor didn’t want to leave clothes on the landing for Gabrielle to see, so he refrained from giving Nick the chance to tug them off until they were in his room, the door closed behind them.

“All right,” Trevor muttered, lifting his arms.

Nick immediately took the bait, tugging the hoody up and over Trevor’s head, lips against his almost as soon as the garment was slung to the floor, Nick uncaring of where it landed. Trevor’s fingers deftly slipped to the waistband of Nick’s sweatpants, dipping his fingers inside, twitching when he realized Nick wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Fuck, fuck,” he said, fingers digging hard into Nick’s shoulders and dragging him back toward the bed. “You–”

“I hoped,” Nick said, breathless, his legs hitting the back of the bed. Trevor shoved him down, eyes raking every inch of his body, tongue darting out at the thought of being able to see it all, everything he didn’t see the night before. “So?”

With a raised eyebrow and a sultry smile, Nick looked ridiculous, but Trevor didn’t want to say so. His chest was tight in the way that meant he found the whole thing endearing and fuck, he didn’t want to think about how serious these feelings were. He wanted to concentrate on making Nick – and himself – feel good without the implications of defining a relationship.

Shaking himself, he waited for Nick to work himself backward until he was stretched out on the bed, head resting on the pile of pillows Trevor hardly ever used. Trevor straddled Nick’s legs, hands running up his thighs and resting against his hips, hooking his fingers into the waistband. He raised his eyebrows, questioning, and Nick lifted his hips, almost daring Trevor to do something.

Well, if he was being dared.

Trevor tugged them down, mouth parting at the sight of Nick’s dick, curved toward his belly and precum leaking against the tanned skin. Despite there being next to no sun in Chicago, somehow Nick was managing to retain it and Trevor hated him just a little for it. Leaving his sweatpants around his knees, Trevor let his hands drop to Nick’s thighs again, fingers light as he traced them up toward Nick’s hips, itching to get his mouth on Nick’s dick. Except.

That wasn’t what he really wanted. He forced himself to bypass Nick’s dick, grinning when Nick groaned, head falling back against the pillows and closing his eyes. Trevor pressed forward, hovering over Nick’s body as he reached into the bedside cabinet. He kept his eyes on Nick’s face, ducked down to kiss his lips, teasing at his mouth as he fumbled for the condoms and lube.

“All right,” Trevor said, raising his eyebrows.

Nick nodded, throat working at whatever he wanted to say, but he didn’t, just kept his eyes closed and hands on Trevor’s hips. He was strong, even in the throes of passion and god did Trevor want to feel the full extent of that. He wanted to test Nick, see if his ability to bench press a shit ton of weight was enough to hold Nick against a wall. Fuck, just the images were enough to drive Trevor forward, to slick his hand up with lube, warming it between his fingers before sliding back down Nick’s body, pressing a kiss to his hip, his thigh. He made sure to hover over Nick’s dick, breath ghosting across the head and it twitched, Nick making a soft, keening nose in the back of his throat that jolted right to Trevor’s dick.

“Nick,” he said, sounding strangled.

“Please,” Nick said.

Trevor got a hand between his legs, but then Nick’s eyes were widening, and he was fumbling next to him on the bed. Trevor realized he was holding the lube, squeezing some onto his fingers.

“What,” Trevor started, feeling the world tumble and slide sideways as he rolled onto his back, stretched out beneath Nick. “Was gonna ride you.”

“You still can,” Nick promised, kissing Trevor on the mouth. He tucked a hand between Trevor’s legs, bypassing his dick completely and slipping a wet finger down behind Trevor’s balls, rubbing the stretch of skin.

“Oh, fuck.” The curse was drawn out, low and husky, and Trevor had to close his eyes against the sensations. It had been so long since someone had touched him there since he’d been fingered and fuck, he couldn’t wait for Nick to–

There was a burst of cold, wet lube against his ass and the shock had him hissing, shrinking back, but Nick didn’t let him get too far. The hand on Trevor’s hip held him in place. Pretty soon the shock gave way to pleasure, the finger circling his hole rubbing smooth circles and then sliding in without warning. Trevor sucked in a breath, the pain sharp and constant until Nick was pressing a soothing kiss to his shoulder and rubbing his finger back and forth. The pain gave way to pleasure and Trevor shuddered, letting his legs fall back against the bed.

Nick whispered his name, levering his leg up and over his shoulder and Trevor was sure, somewhere, that he should be demanding this be over quickly so that he could get to the riding part and having Nick fuck him, but Nick was already sliding his finger out almost all the way, the dull pressure of a second joining it.

“Fuck,” Trevor muttered, keeping his eyes closed and fisting his hands in the bedsheets. His world narrowed down to the feel of them beneath his body and hands, and Nick’s fingers in his ass, the huff of Nick’s breath against his skin, sounding just as strained as Trevor’s.

Trevor couldn’t tell how many fingers there were, could only feel the cool glide of them against the walls of his ass, the rub of them against skin that had barely been touched.

“Look at you,” Nick said, sounding stunned with it.

Body hot, Trevor could almost feel the flush covering his body and tried to writhe away from Nick’s gaze, but it only served to drive him harder down on Nick’s fingers and fuck, fuck. Trevor couldn’t help the groan that filled the air, or the way his body seemed to react to Nick’s hands on him, the words Nick was saying against his skin, words he couldn’t make out but that seemed to be driving everything harder, faster.

“Please,” Trevor said.

Nick’s fingers were excruciatingly slow as he drove them deeper, curling the pads until they were brushing a bundle of nerves Trevor was well acquainted with and that had his legs jerking a little. His whole body was trembling with the effort of trying to keep himself grounded. His dick was leaking steadily, slicking up the head and his stomach and he desperately wanted to touch it. Lifting his hand, Nick caught it with the hand on his hip, pressing it back to the bed.

“No,” he said gently, pressing a soothing kiss to Trevor’s thigh.

Trevor whined, couldn’t stop it from leaving his throat, and thrust up against Nick’s hold, trying to get some friction. “Nick.”

“It’s all right,” Nick told him gently, so much so that Trevor wanted to punch him. It wasn’t all right, Trevor wanted to come, but Nick wouldn’t touch him right, wouldn’t–

Jerking upright, Trevor’s whole body was on fire as Nick’s fingers rubbed at his prostate, kept his fingers there, pressing and rubbing until Trevor’s body was vibrating with need, one hand trapped in Nick’s, the other he only belatedly realized could touch his dick if he wanted it to, but the effort of moving was too hard, could barely get his brain to register that he was making little hitching motions with his hips, trying to grind them down on Nick’s fingers, get him deeper, get him to do something more.

Dropping his head closer to Trevor’s dick, Nick mouthed at Trevor’s balls, pressing small kisses to the soft skin and Trevor shouted Nick’s name, unable to help himself, orgasm hitting him so hard he almost blacked out.

“Fuck,” he managed, word mumbled.

Nick had shifted up Trevor’s body, arm next to his head, the other somewhere between their bodies. It was the panting, the smack of slick, wet skin that made Trevor realize he was jerking off, eyes on Trevor’s face. Trevor managed a smile, tried weakly to get a hand on Nick’s dick, to help him out. As soon as he’d wrapped his fingers around Nick’s, pressed a kiss to Nick’s jaw, Nick’s whole body went taut, his groans and whispers of Trevor’s name accompanying the splash against Trevor’s stomach and thighs.  

“We’ll get to the fucking eventually,” Nick said with a laugh, mouthing at Trevor’s earlobe, his body a steady weight against Trevor.

“Probably,” Trevor slurred, hands holding Nick in place, his eyes closing. It was safe here, in the curve of Nick’s arms, and maybe after a nap, he’d wake up and they could get to that fucking.

Between one breath and the next, he was asleep.