gathers both Aaron’s hands and brings them over his head, leaning his weight on them and hovering over him. He looks beautiful and happy and wild. And then he murmurs, “Yeah, I have you where I want you now,” before diving back in to kiss him again and gently rock above him.
Nik had quipped about what Aaron might have learned while they were apart, but this is a new side of Nik, this kind of raw sexual aggression, and it makes Aaron gasp and wish for his hands to be free so he can cling, clasp, pull Nik closer. Instead he simply takes what Nik wants to give him, which appears to be everything.
Nik lowers his head and works his way down Aaron’s body, starting at his ears and his jaw and his throat, sucking softly across his collarbones. He’s dropped Aaron’s hands to push further down the bed, and Aaron is sliding his hands back into Nik’s hair when they hear, from the hall, “WEDDING CAMP 2015! FUCK YEAH, RISE AND SHINE, WEDDING BITCHES.” Alex bangs her way down the hall, knocking on doors and throwing them open as she passes. Aaron’s room is at the far end of the hall, but she’s moving fast—
Nik looks up at him, eyes wide. “Did you—”
Alex hits the door and tries the knob, then jiggles it again. “Aaron?”
Aaron clears his throat, looking up at Nik as he does, mentally thanking his long history with the weirdest roommates ever for ingraining some good instincts.
“Put the coffee on, Alex—I’ll be down in a minute.”
After Alex stomps away, Nik collapses against him, giggling, and says in a low voice, “You’re a genius. I’ll never doubt you again.”
Then Alex is back at the door, knocking again, this time a little more quietly. “Aaron? Have you seen Nik?”
Aaron’s mind goes blank, and it’s a good fifteen seconds before he can just say, “Coffee, Alex!”
It’s quiet for a few seconds—maybe he’s gotten away with it.
“Aaron!” Alex is going for faux-scandalized, but her excited giggling is sort of ruining it. “Oh my God, Aaron, do you have a boy in there?”
“Alex, darling, I’m getting in the shower now, and if you don’t have coffee by the time I make it to the kitchen, you’re eating Sara Lee on Saturday. You’re not the only bitch in this house,” he calls, but it’s hard to get the attitude right when Nik is crushing him, trying to muffle laughter in his shoulder.
“I understand,” she calls back, a little more subdued.
“Thanks. And hey, babycakes—between us?”
“You got it, mouse.” If Jasmine is his Doris, then ever since a long, sweaty Tuesday after their freshman year in college when they’d holed up at his house and watched the entire Tales of the City miniseries, Alex has been his Mona. Only with, as she’d said then, “Strictly theoretical lesbian action. And oh my God, why don’t I have her hair ?”
Nik gazes down at Aaron; a grin lingers at the corner of his eyes. “Not gonna happen this morning, is it?”
“Alas, no. Although—you’re welcome to join me in the shower?” Aaron hopes he will, even though the shower is small—to get his hands on all that skin he’d put up with a lot.
Nik looks as if he’s considering it, too, and his eyes go a little hot. He pushes himself up to his knees, and runs his hands all the way down Aaron’s body, shoulders to hips to knees to feet, two slow parallel lines of contact and warmth ending with a double squeeze to his feet while Nik sits back on his heels. “I hate myself for saying this, but I think later? I wanted to get a run in this morning, and maybe not being in the kitchen for the first round of breakfast isn’t a terrible idea.”
Aaron watches him, stretches a little and runs his hands down his own torso to his hips, where he lets one hand drift over the front of his underwear, shapes it to the length of his cock and shows off a little. He knows they need to go, but that doesn’t mean he has to like it or make it easy.
Nik groans and dives back on top of him,
Nik had quipped about what Aaron might have learned while they were apart, but this is a new side of Nik, this kind of raw sexual aggression, and it makes Aaron gasp and wish for his hands to be free so he can cling, clasp, pull Nik closer. Instead he simply takes what Nik wants to give him, which appears to be everything.
Nik lowers his head and works his way down Aaron’s body, starting at his ears and his jaw and his throat, sucking softly across his collarbones. He’s dropped Aaron’s hands to push further down the bed, and Aaron is sliding his hands back into Nik’s hair when they hear, from the hall, “WEDDING CAMP 2015! FUCK YEAH, RISE AND SHINE, WEDDING BITCHES.” Alex bangs her way down the hall, knocking on doors and throwing them open as she passes. Aaron’s room is at the far end of the hall, but she’s moving fast—
Nik looks up at him, eyes wide. “Did you—”
Alex hits the door and tries the knob, then jiggles it again. “Aaron?”
Aaron clears his throat, looking up at Nik as he does, mentally thanking his long history with the weirdest roommates ever for ingraining some good instincts.
“Put the coffee on, Alex—I’ll be down in a minute.”
After Alex stomps away, Nik collapses against him, giggling, and says in a low voice, “You’re a genius. I’ll never doubt you again.”
Then Alex is back at the door, knocking again, this time a little more quietly. “Aaron? Have you seen Nik?”
Aaron’s mind goes blank, and it’s a good fifteen seconds before he can just say, “Coffee, Alex!”
It’s quiet for a few seconds—maybe he’s gotten away with it.
“Aaron!” Alex is going for faux-scandalized, but her excited giggling is sort of ruining it. “Oh my God, Aaron, do you have a boy in there?”
“Alex, darling, I’m getting in the shower now, and if you don’t have coffee by the time I make it to the kitchen, you’re eating Sara Lee on Saturday. You’re not the only bitch in this house,” he calls, but it’s hard to get the attitude right when Nik is crushing him, trying to muffle laughter in his shoulder.
“I understand,” she calls back, a little more subdued.
“Thanks. And hey, babycakes—between us?”
“You got it, mouse.” If Jasmine is his Doris, then ever since a long, sweaty Tuesday after their freshman year in college when they’d holed up at his house and watched the entire Tales of the City miniseries, Alex has been his Mona. Only with, as she’d said then, “Strictly theoretical lesbian action. And oh my God, why don’t I have her hair ?”
Nik gazes down at Aaron; a grin lingers at the corner of his eyes. “Not gonna happen this morning, is it?”
“Alas, no. Although—you’re welcome to join me in the shower?” Aaron hopes he will, even though the shower is small—to get his hands on all that skin he’d put up with a lot.
Nik looks as if he’s considering it, too, and his eyes go a little hot. He pushes himself up to his knees, and runs his hands all the way down Aaron’s body, shoulders to hips to knees to feet, two slow parallel lines of contact and warmth ending with a double squeeze to his feet while Nik sits back on his heels. “I hate myself for saying this, but I think later? I wanted to get a run in this morning, and maybe not being in the kitchen for the first round of breakfast isn’t a terrible idea.”
Aaron watches him, stretches a little and runs his hands down his own torso to his hips, where he lets one hand drift over the front of his underwear, shapes it to the length of his cock and shows off a little. He knows they need to go, but that doesn’t mean he has to like it or make it easy.
Nik groans and dives back on top of him,
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