“Jesus, I love it when you do that,” Kelly muttered, his changeable eyes boldly meeting Nick’s. He undid the button of Nick’s jeans with nimble fingers.
“Do what?” Nick asked, his voice gone even rougher. He looked down at Kelly’s hands. Kelly pressed his forehead to Nick’s, both of them watching as he shoved Nick’s jeans down his hips.
“I had a lot of nights alone,” Kelly said. Nick raised his head, and their noses brushed. Kelly’s breath was warm against his lips. “I called your name every damn time.”
“Kels,” Nick whispered.
“Try me, babe. I can take it.”
Nick’s chest tightened, making his breath stutter. His fingers curled against the wall. Kelly’s palms slid along his hips, just under the band of his boxers. Then Kelly put his head against the wall and peered up at Nick, smirking as he wrapped his fingers around Nick’s cock.
“Just how much self-control do you have left after three months in the desert?”
Nick gripped the back of Kelly’s neck and forced him flat against the wall. “Not enough,” he snarled before they shared a violent kiss. His other hand tugged haphazardly at Kelly’s clothing.
“Fuck me, Nick.”
“Shut up, Kels. Just stop talking.”
Kelly laughed. “I can’t shut up, I talk when I’m nervous!”
Nick snorted and shoved away from the wall. He met Kelly’s eyes, running his knuckles down his cheek. Months of thoughts swirled in his head, months of thinking that he could love Kelly, that they could really work. He wanted to tell Kelly just that, but now wasn’t the time. He wasn’t the type of man who hid his emotions, though, so he knew Kelly was seeing hints of it in his eyes.
“Babe,” Kelly murmured.
When they kissed again, neither of them closed their eyes.
Kelly’s fingers were gentle against Nick’s skin. Nick cupped his face and kissed him again, humming as Kelly’s body relaxed further. Nick didn’t want him nervous, not for any reason.
“Does this feel right?” he asked, his lips moving against the corner of Kelly’s mouth.
Kelly sighed shakily, then took a deep breath. “Yes,” he whispered. “It feels like home.”
Nick pushed his nose against Kelly’s, kissing him gently as warmth spread through his entire body.
“You feel like home,” Kelly said as he wrapped his arms around Nick’s neck.
Nick couldn’t find his breath, and everything else seemed to fade away except for the feeling of Kelly in his arms. He slowed everything down, kissing Kelly languidly. They had to separate for air, and Nick pushed away from the wall. They met each other’s eyes, not saying anything, not feeling the need to.
Kelly reached to lift Nick’s T-shirt up, but Nick took his hand instead.
Kelly’s eyes narrowed. “What?”
Nick tried to verbalize what he was feeling, but he didn’t even know what it was. It was so much more than just sex. “Kels,” he finally managed.
“No, don’t do that! We only have two nights and we’re supposed to be having hot monkey sex! You can’t back out on me now!”
Nick burst out laughing, covering his face with one hand. “‘You feel like home’! You can’t have hot monkey sex after that!”
“Yes you can!” Kelly insisted. He grabbed the hem of Nick’s shirt and yanked it up, shoving it up over his head and then tossing it to the floor. He shoved Nick toward the bed. “I’ll show you.”
Nick stumbled backward, barely able to keep his balance with his jeans riding low around his thighs. “Kelly!”
Kelly shoved him again. “Don’t fight it, Irish, come have your way with me.”
Nick licked his lips and grumbled, but Kelly shoved him one last time and he wound up on his back on the mattress. Kelly yanked his shirt off as he headed for the door and the bags they’d dropped. He was out of sight for a moment, then he returned, naked, with both hands full. He held up a bottle of lubricant in one, and a red flipcam in the other.
“Is that a video camera?” Nick asked, his voice cracking.
Kelly stuck his tongue out, biting it as he nodded.
“You’re crazy,” Nick drawled, unable to keep the affection out of his voice.
Kelly set both his prizes on the bed and untied Nick’s shoes, pulling each one off and dropping it with a heavy thunk to the floor. Then he pulled Nick’s jeans off, followed by his boxers, and climbed onto the bed to straddle Nick.
“Please tell me you haven’t been practicing with someone like this?” Nick said with a strained laugh.
Kelly put both hands on Nick’s chest and leaned over him. “Maybe I’ll show you later how I’ve been spending my nights.”
Nick grunted and Kelly shifted, moving against Nick’s hard cock. Their eyes met, and they both grinned.
“Don’t hold back, Irish,” Kelly taunted.
Nick licked his lips, his eyes raking down Kelly’s body. He sat up, kissing at the scar on Kelly’s chest and up his throat to his jaw. Kelly shifted around in his lap, rubbing his ass against Nick’s cock. Nick held him tighter and kicked his leg out to the side, using the leverage to flip them both and pin Kelly beneath him. They stretched out sideways on the king-sized bed. Kelly arched his back and squeezed his legs against Nick’s hips.
“Jesus Christ, Kelly.”
Kelly laughed and grabbed Nick’s face. “No. Whose name do you say?”
“Yours,” Nick growled.
Kelly bit Nick’s lip as they kissed, not letting go even when Nick pulled back. Nick took hold of his hips and yanked him toward the edge of the bed, scooting back and pulling Kelly with him. When his feet hit the floor, he stood and grabbed Kelly’s legs to flip him over to his stomach. Kelly flailed and grabbed at the bedcovers, but he couldn’t right himself before Nick had him pinned again.
He leaned over him, sliding his hand under Kelly and up his chest to pull their bodies together, his c**k hard against Kelly’s ass. Kelly tilted his head to offer up his neck, and Nick bit down, dragging one hand to grip Kelly’s hip. Nick could feel Kelly’s heart hammering against his palm, beating in frantic time with his own.
“Is this how you want it?” Kelly asked. He moved his ass against Nick’s cock, making them both moan.
Nick put his lips to Kelly’s ear, holding him tighter. “I want you every f**king way I can get you.”
Kelly stretched his lean body out to reach for the bottle of lubricant. Nick ran his hand over Kelly’s spine, letting his c**k slide against his ass. Good God, he was absolutely sinuous. Nick couldn’t wait to be inside him, to make him writhe.