by Abigail Roux
Nick couldn’t help but laugh again. He reached for Kelly’s chin, turning his head to the side to kiss him. He licked at Kelly. “Kiss me.”
Kelly did, parting his lips so Nick could slip his tongue inside. He deepened the kiss, making it a slow, languid exploration of Kelly’s lips and tongue and teeth to keep Kelly’s mind off the fact that he was pulling out.
When he was free, he rolled and flopped at Kelly’s side. Their feet hung off the edge of the bed. They stared at each other, neither saying anything, neither moving.
“So,” Kelly finally said. “What’s your recovery time like?”
Nick rolled to his back and laughed.
“I’m serious. I’ve never sucked cock either. I want to try that next.”
“Oh God.”
“No, you say my name when I suck you off, bitch,” Kelly drawled as he pulled himself closer and rested his elbow on Nick’s chest. He kissed Nick and grinned. “You know what?”
Nick rested his hands under his head, letting Kelly cuddle closer to him. “What?”
“You came inside me.” He smiled and bit his lip.
Nick’s body flushed even though he’d just exhausted himself. It was the first time he’d ever come inside someone, if he didn’t count blowjobs. The thought was hotter than he’d expected. His words were choked. “Yes, I did.”
“That makes me so fucking hot just thinking about it,” Kelly admitted.
Nick kissed him again, gripping his hair to keep him from moving away. He reached down with the other hand to grab Kelly’s ass, his fingers trailing through slick cum.
“Babe,” Nick growled.
“I feel it. You filled me up. I knew you had a load for me.”
“You’re so fucking dirty, I love it.”
“You won’t even need lube next time.”
Nick closed his eyes. “Next time will be pretty damn soon if you keep this up.”
Kelly kissed him again, dragging his teeth against Nick’s lip. “Next time I’m going to ride you. God, your dick is fun, you know that? And I get to hold the camera too.”
Nick slid his sticky hands into Kelly’s hair, narrowing his eyes. Kelly’s expression turned guarded, like he thought Nick might be irritated by the presence of the recording device now that he wasn’t lost in the haze of lust.
Nick grinned. “Good call on the waterproof camera.”
Kelly laughed. He bent to kiss Nick, molding to his body as they both lay sideways on the bed. Nick held him close and Kelly settled into the crook of his arm, resting his head on Nick’s shoulder.
“I’m glad you’re back, even if it is just forty-eight hours.”
Nick buried his face in Kelly’s hair. “Me too.”
“Are you okay, Irish?”
Nick nodded.
“It’s me you’re talking to,” Kelly murmured.
Nick was silent. He finally nodded again. “Yeah, I’m okay.”
Kelly held him tighter and turned into him, closing his eyes. “All these years, and you’re still a shitty liar.”
Nick woke to the disturbing sound of utter silence. The room was still, the expensive hotel’s infrastructure buffering the sounds from other rooms. The A/C had shut off. It took several moments for Nick to shake the confusion of finding himself in a soft, cool bed. It took him a few more to realize he was alone.
He stretched his hand out, running his fingers across the indentation in the pillow next to him.
“Kels?” he called out. He held his breath, nerves beginning to build when there was no answer.
He sat up and pushed the sheets away, looking around the hotel room. Pillows and clothing littered the floor. The comforter was gone. One of the bedside lamps had been knocked over. Nick could feel a split in his lip where Kelly had bit him. The chaise in the corner had been used for horrible things. The only thing missing was Kelly.
Nick slid out of bed and dug through his seabag for a clean pair of jeans. He was still zipping them up when he stepped out onto the balcony to find Kelly sitting with his feet propped on the railing, wrapped in the comforter from the bed.
“Hey,” Kelly said without looking over at him.
“Thought you’d bailed on me for a minute,” Nick told him, smiling. “What are you doing out here?”
Kelly shrugged, too busy chewing on his lip to answer.
Nick squinted out at the harbor, frowning. He couldn’t see anything that might be keeping Kelly’s attention. He took a step toward him, but something stopped him from moving closer. “You okay?”
“I was wrong,” Kelly said almost immediately, like he’d been waiting for a pin to pop a balloon. He gazed up at Nick, his eyes blue and full of sorrow in the morning light. “I can’t do this.”
The words hit Nick square in the chest, stealing his breath. He realized he was staring, meeting Kelly’s eyes as he tried to reconcile such a swift ending to something he’d thought would be . . . permanent. He took a careful step and sat in the nearest chair, nodding and clearing his throat to try to play off his natural reaction. “Okay,” he managed.
“I’m sorry,” Kelly whispered. He was watching Nick, turned toward him with that stupid blanket around his shoulders.
Nick couldn’t look at him, though, not until he was sure the devastation was off his face. He nodded again. “It’s okay, Kels. Nothing to apologize for. We knew it might not work, right?”
“I thought I could do it, I really did. But you said it was nothing more than sex.” Kelly paused, giving Nick a chance to speak or react. Nick couldn’t find his voice. Jesus, why did this hurt so fucking much? Kelly cleared his throat. “It’s already more than that, though.”
Nick glanced at him sharply, his heart skipping.
Kelly shrugged, giving him a weak smile. “We both know how fast I fall.”
“Kelly—”
“I think we’re better off if we just stop now,” Kelly said quickly. “The thought of this being something . . . frivolous? The thought of you going home and being with someone else? It kind of breaks my heart, bud.”
“Someone else,” Nick repeated, his voice hoarse.
“We both know how friends with benefits work, Irish, come on.”
Nick leaned forward and grabbed Kelly’s hand. He swallowed past the nerves and the fear and met Kelly’s changeable eyes with a deep breath. “Kels, I can’t think of a thing under the sun that makes me happier than you.”
Kelly blinked rapidly, his mouth parting in shock.
Nick held his hand tighter. “If it doesn’t feel right to you, you say the word and this’ll be it. But if you’ll give me a chance, just one chance, I swear to you I’ll make it worth it.”
“A chance at what?”
“To be yours.”
Kelly tried several times to speak. He licked dry lips and said, “Nick.”
“Do you trust me, Kels?”
“You know I do.”
Nick held his breath, waiting for the verdict. Kelly’s lips twitched, then he began to grin. He reached out and caught Nick by the back of his neck, pulling him into an urgent kiss. Nick grabbed him by the edges of his blanket, wrapping it around them both as Kelly crawled onto the chaise lounge with him and straddled him.
“Is that a yes?” Nick managed to ask between kisses.
Kelly bit his lip, dragging his teeth across it before nodding. “Don’t ask stupid questions.”
Nick laughed, holding him closer. “We’re really going to try this, aren’t we?”
Kelly was grinning against his lips as he nodded. “Does this mean I get to say I love you and you have to say it back?”
Nick chuckled. “Yeah. That’s what it means.”
Kelly pressed his forehead to Nick’s. “I love you, Nick O’Flaherty.”
Nick’s heart jumped into his throat. He was grinning so widely it hurt his split lip. “I love you. You crazy bastard.”
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Abigail Roux was born and raised in North Carolina. A past volleyball star who specializes in sarcasm and painful historical accuracy, she currently spends her time coaching high school volleyball and investigating the mysteries of single motherhood. Any spare time is spent living and dying with every Atlanta Braves and Carolina Panthers game of the year. Abigail has a daughter, Little Roux, who is the light of her life, a boxer, four rescued cats who play an ongoing live-action variation of Call of Duty throughout the house, one evil Ragdoll, a certifiable extended family down the road, and a cast of thousands in her head.
To learn more about Abigail, please visit abigailroux.com.
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