“You’re so damn tight,” Nick ground out, moving in him slowly, his grip bruising on Tyler’s hips. “How can such a cock slut be so bloody tight?”
Moaning into his folded arms, Tyler arched his back and pushed onto Nick’s cock. Goddammit. There was no better feeling in the world.
“So hungry for it.” Nick’s thrusts became short, his cock stabbing Tyler’s prostate again and again. “I bet you’d do anything for cock.”
Tyler couldn’t speak, his body jerking at Nick’s every thrust.
“Everyone downstairs knows what we’re doing,” Nick said, wrapping his hand around Tyler’s cock and wanking it. “Even if they didn’t guess that we left to fuck, they can probably hear the sounds you’re making while you take my cock. Slut.”
Tyler groaned, a fresh wave of arousal hitting him hard. The fact that everyone downstairs knew shouldn’t have turned him on so much—it should have made him panic instead of making his balls and his cock ache with arousal. He was so bloody close…
Nick buried his face in his nape, breathing hard, his cock pistoning in and out of Tyler’s cunt. “I bet if they listen hard enough, they’ll hear how wet you are around my cock.”
Tyler came, his orgasm so violent and intense that his eyes watered. He felt himself drift away, feeling absolutely worn out.
The last thought he had before falling asleep was,
I’ll never be able to live without this.
Without him.
Chapter 17
Tyler generally hated mornings.
He wasn’t a morning person at all.
But this morning was pretty nice, he decided sleepily, pushing his face against his nice, warm pillow that smelled ridiculously good.
Someone stroked his head, fingers raking pleasantly against his scalp. “It’s almost ten already, Ty. Wake up.”
“No,” Tyler mumbled.
A soft chuckle. “Then at least let me go.”
Tyler frowned and opened his eyes blearily. He found himself looking at a wide, muscular chest, which he’d apparently been using as a pillow.
Tyler blinked, thought for a moment, and then closed his eyes again. There would be plenty of time to feel weirded out later. Now he felt too damn good and sleepy to feel much of anything else.
“Tyler.”
“Go away, Nick,” Tyler muttered.
“It’s kind of hard when you’re sprawled all over me,” Nick said, his voice extremely dry.
Tyler sighed, and then lifted his head a little. He glared sleepily at Nick, who was looking at him with faint amusement.
“I didn’t know you were a cuddler,” Nick said with a smirk. “I couldn’t breathe when I woke up.”
Tyler wanted to flip him the bird, but it would be too much of an effort—and Tyler felt ridiculously distracted by all the warm, golden skin and bed-hair.
Tyler groaned and dropped his head back on Nick’s chest. Holy shit, this was horrible. Horrible. Part of him had been hoping that his stupid pseudo-infatuation would go away after he indulged it a bit, but apparently not. If anything, it seemed to be worse.
“What is it?” Nick said, threading his fingers through Tyler’s hair.
Tyler almost moaned. Nick’s touch felt so good, but it really wasn’t helping the situation.
“I feel like a schoolgirl with a crush,” Tyler grumbled.
Nick’s fingers paused in his hair.
“Tyler…” he said, his voice a little off. Strained. Hesitant.
“Don’t say anything,” Tyler said. “I know. I know I’m fucking everything up. I’m trying, okay? Like, I don’t want to feel this way about you. I’m sure I’ll get over this stupid shit soon. I don’t want to fuck everything up.” This shit is just stronger than me.
There was silence for a while.
Finally, Nick removed his hand from Tyler’s hair and said, “Okay.”
He wasn’t rough, but he wasn’t particularly gentle either, as he extracted himself from Tyler and got out of the bed.
Tyler watched helplessly the way the muscles of Nick’s back shifted under his skin and quickly averted his gaze before Nick turned around.
“Come on, get up,” Nick said, reaching for his clothes and then throwing Tyler’s at him. “It’s pretty late already.”
Tyler eyed him carefully, but Nick seemed completely at ease. He didn’t seem angry at him. Tyler must have imagined the sudden tension in the air.
Relaxing, Tyler reached for his clothes. He felt more than a little sore, but it was the good kind of sore that reminded him of the fantastic sex they’d had. His skin still felt kind of raw and oversensitive, but Tyler didn’t mind it, either.
The only thing that bothered him was the fact that he kind of really, really wanted a good morning kiss. Or two.
Or three.
* * *
“So are you together now?” was the first thing Tristan said as he appeared in the kitchen, looking fresh out of the shower.
“No,” Nick said.
Tyler gulped down his coffee and pushed his cup toward Nick, looking at him pleadingly. Nick rolled his eyes but poured him another cup of coffee. Their knees brushed under the table. Tyler blinked a few times, trying to gather his thoughts. He hoped he wasn’t blushing. Ugh, this was the worst. It was like he was a teenager all over again, getting goosebumps from the most innocent contact. This was his best mate, for fuck’s sake. Just his best mate.