This is one of those days. One minute I'm sitting watching TV, I've got my feet up and some microwave popcorn lying on my stomach, and then the next...
"Oof! Hey! Popcorn! Mmmm!"
...Nick's on me. His mouth is all over mine, his hands grab at my hips. The popcorn goes flying and it's probably everywhere but I can't even look for it because now Nick has literally scooped me off the couch and is undressing me.
"Mm'r you...mmmm?" I try to speak through the kiss but there's no getting air. Nick's aftershave smells so good and he tastes like tequila. I start tugging urgently at his shirt. It has buttons, until I get my fingers into the lapel, and then with one good, hard tug they're everywhere. I slide the shirt off his shoulders and he's kind of bound by it for a minute which is when I finally get a breathe. Just long enough for me to look into his smoldering brown eyes.
"Sean..."
"Off, off," I say trying to push the shirt over his wrists. I can't believe how hard I am already. He grins at me and helps, tugging the sleeves free, and his ruined shirt falls to the floor. I step out of my pants, which are already down around my ankles, and Nick puts his hands under my shirt. "Ah!" I gasp. "Your hands are cold!"
"You'll warm them up," he says in his husky confident tone. He could say anything in that voice and I would agree with him. Yes, I think, put your freezing cold hands on me, it makes my nipples hard...
He tugs my shirt off over my head and I raise my arms up to help him. He pushes his weight into me and I step backwards. My back hits the living room wall.
"Uhn!" I grunt as the impact forces air from me.
"You make me crazy," Nick tells me, and I can feel how hard he is through his jeans as they press against my briefs. "So hard."
"Nick-" is all I get out before he's kissing me again. He undoes his belt, I can feel his fingers moving against my stomach. He drops his jeans and as I feel them slide down his legs I put my hand against his erection and tighten my fingers around it. Nick groans and my knees get weak.
"Fuck," he breathes at me. He is so hot... his erection jumps in my hand. He presses his body to mine and hooks fingers into the waistband of my Calvin Kleins, stretching them away from my skin. "Off," he orders and releases them so they snap with a sting against my hip. I gasp.
"Ah."
"Off," he says again, calm but insistent... hard and husky, but there's something soft about him even so.
I hastily wiggle out of the briefs and kick them aside. "Yes... yes..." I lean up for more kisses but he won't give them, he's got his hands on my hips and we start to move. Out the living room door and into the foyer... out of the foyer and down the hall... our bodies inches from one another. At the end of the hall, just outside his bedroom, I manage to stop him. "Wait. Kiss me..."
He does. Nick's hands have warmed up and he runs them across my hips, around my back and down my ass, where they linger, kneading gently while we kiss. I tangle my fingers into the soft hair on his chest and press my hips into him, moaning as my cock rubs his thigh. I can feel his rig straining against my stomach. He grinds a bit and suddenly our kissing gets airy as we each gasp, yet still stubbornly try to keep our tongues from parting.
"Mm... Nick... need you... need you in me ..." I step away from him finally and tug him into the bedroom. His face is beautiful. I can read his arousal in his eyes and his desire in his swollen lips as he licks them. He wants me. Not just any boy from the clubs... not now. Now he wants me. No one has ever made me feel like this. I could come just watching him walk.
I climb up on the bed and wait. I don't know how he wants me... on my stomach, my back... whatever he wants is fine as long as he keeps looking at me like I'm the only thing on his mind.
"Roll over," he says. Fine. I do it gladly, and just for effect, because I want to make him hotter, I arch a little and rub my erection in the sheets.
"Mmmm..." I hear him digging in the drawer by the bed, and the familiar sound of a condom being unwrapped. I duck my head. I want him on me, in me... I want his breath in my ear and his hands on my cock... god, I want him so badly it wrings a groan from me. "Coming baby, coming..." Nick assures me and I can hear the amusement in his voice. His wonderful weight follows his words and I press my hips up to meet him.
"Nick..."
Fingers. Normally I love it, all the prep, the foreplay, it feels so good but right now I just want him. I rock back against his hand and half-moan, half-whimper at him. It's not enough. I need more.
"You're so hot when you're impatient," he says to me, giving into my desires and lowering his hips to mine. I groan at the sudden burn of his intrusion and pant with it until I feel my ass hit his hips.
"Yes... N... Nick..." I manage to say. His mouth on my back now, kissing my neck, nipping at my shoulders, sending chills across my skin. I rock under him because he's not moving yet and I want it. He answers with thrusts and I lose myself in him.
We move together, me with one knee bent up and Nick pressed to my back with his knee bent to the inside of mine. Nick takes it slow, which is so sweet, whispering things in my ear... wonderful things, about how hot I make him, how hard he is, how fucking well we fit together... and it doesn't take long at all before we're both panting hard and I'm babbling to him.
"Nick! Yes, yes... right... ah! There! Yes! Uhn!"
"That's it baby, beautiful Sean baby, come on, come for me..."
'Sean baby' is the last thing I hear before my hips tighten. I feel like I'm on fire as I come, blood rushing in my ears, gasping for air. And Nick still moving in me. Then I hear him grunt and I get a few more hard thrusts. He groans my name, making me shiver, then stiffens and comes, and we sort of hang there for a long moment, pressed together, remembering how to breathe.