"Nikki, where are you?" Michael bellowed down the stairs. "I wanna show you something."
Sighing, Nicholas raised himself from the wing-backed chair he had been ensconced in, trying to read the same book he had been trying to read the previous evening when his lover had decided that he was a swimming pool and had dived onto Nicholas' lap - naked. Okay, so he wasn't really complaining, but just once he'd like to be able to finish a paragraph before becoming distracted.
"Coming, dear," he said, with a touch of sarcasm in his voice. "Though what you want to show me better be you, naked and in our bed." Placing the book on the chair he had vacated, Nicholas wandered out of the library and to the bottom of the stairs. Looking up, he spotted his lover's black hair hanging out between the railings, framing a well-loved face.
Starting up the stairs, Nicholas observed, "You know, Michael, one of these days you are going to stick your head someplace you can't get it out of." Reaching the top, he followed the banister to the left and stood over his lover, who was now lying on his back, looking up at something on the ceiling.
"Do I even want to know what you are looking at, brat?" Nicholas squatted down, lightly placing his hand on his lover's stomach.
"Mmm, probably not considering it appears that we either have a religious figure showing up on the ceiling or we have another leak in the roof." Michael said placing his hand on Nicholas' but never taking his eyes from the ceiling. "I'm going with the leak myself but you can choose whichever one you want."
"Shit. I thought you had had that fixed last month?" Nicholas deciding he had better check it out. He sprawled out on his back and replaced his hand on Michael's stomach with his head. Looking at the stain that was slowly spreading above his head, he said, "I'm going to agree with you on the leak thing. If not, that is the weirdest shaped religious icon in history."
Doing what he always did when Nicholas' hair was available, Michael wrapped his left hand in it and held on tightly. "Um, sweetheart, the roofer was here, he was on the roof, he brought supplies and workers: I thought that meant he had fixed it. I didn't go up on the roof myself. I'm not that anal. That, my love, is your job."
Knowing that his lover was pouting, even though he couldn't see his face, Michael brought his right arm around Nicholas and slowly began to rub his belly.
Smiling to himself when he heard the little hitch in Nicholas' voice as he said Michael's name, Michael let his hand drift a little lower. Almost at Nicholas' belt, Michael removed his hand and pointed to the ceiling, "Look, that little spot over there, it looks like a dragon."
"Michael?"
"And look, over there, a little puppy dog." Pointing over to the left hand side of the stain, Michael exclaimed, "Oooo look, a kitty cat."
"Michael?" Nicholas, figuring that Michael was being more obtuse than normal, spoke louder.
"And there is a ..." Michael jumped when Nicholas shouted his named.
"What Nicholas? You don't have to yell, I'm lying right here under your head. Silly vamp. Couldn't you hear me breathing?"
"That is something you will not be doing for long if you don't put your hand back where it was." Nicholas threatened. "Now!"
"Yes, Master," Michael said obediently. Then he placed his hand back under his head where it had been when Nicholas first came up the stairs.
"Michael."
"Now what, oh love of my life?" Michael said, sounding like an over-worked housewife.
"That is not where your hand was."
"Sure it was. I remember my head was hurting from being on the floor so..."
Clearly exasperated, Nicholas started to rise from his place on the floor. Not liking this new development, Michael swiftly removed his hand from under his head. A little too swiftly as his head hit the floor.
"Ow!" Michael cried.
"Hurt, did it?" Nicholas said, lying back down and getting comfortable. "Now, hand, Michael."
Michael, using said hand to rub his now sore head, exclaimed: "Oh sure, don't matter if I am brain damaged, you just want your belly rubbed. You hate me." Still complaining, he moved his hand to where Nicholas (and secretly, Michael) wanted it.
Rubbing slowly around Nicholas' navel, he asked "Better?"
"That's not really where it was exactly when you removed it you know." Nicholas answered. "Think you should move it a little lower."
Moving his hand in small, slow circles, Michael lowered his hand once again to the region of Nicholas' belt. "Better?" he repeated.
"Hmm... Let me think about it a moment. Nope. Lower."
Michael could feel Nicholas muscles begin to tighten as he slowly moved his hand closer to the buckle. Using touch only, Michael managed to pull the end of the black leather strip through the buckle and opened it completely. "Better?" he asked once more.
"You still can't go any lower with my jeans in the way now, can you?" Nicholas could feel his jeans getting smaller by the second. "Maybe you should open them also."
"Good suggestion. Guess that's why you're the brains in this operation," Michael said. Latching on to the top of the button flies, he pulled the flap to the side causing the buttons to let go. "You know, this would be so much easier if you weren't laying the way you are."
"Maybe, but I'm enjoying this, so deal."
Muttering under his breath (but not under vampire hearing) about big vampire babies who always had to get their way even at the expense and pain of their lovers, who would do anything to make them happy and keep them content, Michael pulled the flaps further apart and laid his hand on the opening he had created.
Feeling the skin under his fingers begin to quiver, Michael moved them, minutely.
Nicholas moaned as Michael's fingertips stroked across his lower stomach. "Baby..."
"What, Nikki?" Michael whispered caught up in the quivering skin below his fingertips. "Feel good? Want more? Like this?" he asked as he moved his fingers again, this time a little harder and a little further. Hearing that same moan, he did it again.
Soon, just those moans weren't enough; Michael wanted to hear his lover beg. Slipping his hand down until it touched the springy curls that decorated the base of his lover's cock, he pulled on the hair. Knowing that his mate loved being teased this way, Michael removed his hand and, with one hand, began to push Nicholas' jeans off his hips.
Lifting his hips and bringing his hands to the waistband of his pants, Nicholas helped Michael free his cock.
Michael brought his hand up to Nicholas' mouth, laying his palm across his partner's lips. "Lick it, Nikki. Make it wet so that when I grasp you it slides smoothly. Make it wet so that I can feel you sliding through my hand."
Tongue bursting from his mouth, Nicholas moaned as he began to do as Michael commanded. Michael answered with a moan of his own.
Michael's hips began to writhe as Nicholas made love to his palm. "Nikki. Let go." Michael said through breaths. "Let go."
Debating whether he wanted to do as Michael said or not, Nicholas continued to lap, moving his tongue down to his lover's inner wrist.
"NIKKI!!!!" Michael screamed as Nicholas' tongue hit the sensitive area just below his palm, right where his pulse lay. Michael could feel Nicholas' fangs slowly coming down and dragging across his skin. "Nik... let go. Wanna touch you. Lover, let go."
Reluctantly removing the hand that had somehow found its way to Michael's wrist, Nicholas waited for the hand to return to its torturous journey.
Michael quickly brought his hand down to Nicholas' groin. Slowly sliding his hands across the still quivering skin, Michael latched onto his mate's erection and moved his hand upwards to the tip. Pulling the foreskin completely over the head, Michael rubbed a finger in the opening created by the fleshy hood.
He smiled when he felt the slight jerk of Nicholas' hips as they rose up from the floor.
Panting for breath he didn't need, Nicholas whimpered. The whimpering turning into a moan as Michael brought his hand back to the base and quickly and firmly jerked his hand upwards once again.
Whimpering and moaning in time to the actions of his lover's hand, Nicholas knew he was getting close. Trying to turn over so that he could touch his partner, Nicholas found himself unable to move due to the firm grip and tugging of Michael.
"Stay, Nicholas, let me do this for you," Michael said breathlessly. Michael raised his head as far as possible so he could see his lover as he got closer to his completion. "That's it, lover, enjoy it."
Whimpers coming closer together, Nicholas had his back off the floor, holding himself up by placing his feet on the floor and pushing his legs up. Hips thrusting to get closer to the hand holding him.
Nicholas could feel his cum rising in him. Wanting to bring his lover off with him, he tried to turn again.
"Nicholas... stay... I'm...okay...god..." Michael too was whimpering, hips rising, cock rubbing against the taut fabric of his jeans.
His hand moving faster and faster, Michael began a rhythm guaranteed to satisfy his love.
One more firm tug and Nicholas was coming, screaming his completion towards the rain soaked ceiling. Dropping his hips back down, he rested a moment with his head tucked into his lover. Taking Michael's cum-covered hand he raised it to his lips and gently cleansed him.
Rolling over Nicholas moved his hand to his lover's groin. Encountering a wet spot on the denim, he noticed the dark look in Michael's eyes.
"Told you I was okay," Michael smiled gently, moving the stray strand of hair from Nicholas' face. "But now I think I should go grab a shower and change."
Pushing his lover off of him, Michael gracefully bounced to his feet. Reaching down with his left hand, he asked, "Wanna go get wet with me?"
Nicholas placed his hand in Michael's and stood up in front of him, tugging, he brought Michael flush against his chest. Moving his other hand down to cup Michael's groin, he said, "It appears that you already did."
Laughing, Michael moved away and dragged his lover off to their room.