“You’re thinking way too much,” Nick snarled. He didn’t want to hear that, no matter how much the implications made his stomach flutter or his heart race. He grabbed Kelly’s hands and slammed both into the mattress, holding him by his wrists. He thrust his hips, sliding his leaking c**k along Kelly’s. “What you should be thinking about is wrapping your legs around me,” he said against Kelly’s lips before kissing him. He licked at Kelly’s teeth and then sucked on his tongue.
Kelly groaned and absently tried to pull both knees up. He cursed in frustration when he couldn’t manage it, and Nick fumbled at his side to help him. Kelly nodded almost frantically, and Nick helped him to move and slide his feet over Nick’s thighs.
Nick continued to rut against him, pressing down hard, cocks sliding, balls pressing together. It would be so easy in this position to just put the head of his c**k against Kelly’s ass and shove himself in. That was good to know for next time.
“Now you should be thinking about me f**king you,” he hissed. “Because I sure as hell am.”
“Oh God,” Kelly breathed.
“No, you don’t say his name when I f**k you. You say mine.”
Kelly responded with an inarticulate gasp.
Nick shoved his hips hard against Kelly’s, their cocks both leaking, gliding against sweaty muscles. He put his lips against Kelly’s ear. “Are you thinking about me inside you?”
Kelly grunted and shuddered. “Fuck yes.”
“That’s all you should be thinking, you understand?”
Kelly nodded jerkily. Nick released one of his hands and dragged his palm up Kelly’s neck and chin, shoving one finger into his mouth. Kelly moaned and sucked it in, wrapping his tongue around it and covering Nick’s finger in saliva. He seemed to instinctively know what Nick intended to do, and he obliged.
Nick reached between them and used his slick finger to push at those stubborn muscles again, this time forcing the blunt tip past them.
“Nick!” Kelly gasped.
“That’s right. What’s the only thing you’re thinking?” Nick growled.
“You inside me,” Kelly recited breathlessly. “Your big f**king dick in there.”
Nick used the tip of his finger to press at those muscles but didn’t go deeper, fighting his orgasm. The idea of being inside Kelly when either of them came was almost too much.
Kelly clutched at him, squirming under him, writhing against his cock, pushing at Nick’s finger and forcing the muscles to fight back. “Fuck, Nick!”
“Come for me,” Nick whispered. “Scream my f**king name.”
He bent and kissed him, a brutal clash of tongues and teeth as Kelly bucked under him, crying out against his lips. It wasn’t Nick’s name, but it was close enough. The first jolt of his orgasm hit and he pulled his finger away, holding Kelly down by both arms as he rutted against him, adding hot spurts of cum to the sweat already mingling between them.
He pushed up to his knees to take his c**k in hand and stroke himself through the rest of the orgasm. They both watched greedily as he came all over Kelly’s lower abs.
Kelly’s c**k was pulsing, cum dripping down its side. He reached to finish himself off, but Nick batted his hand away and scooted down until he could lick that cum off and suck the head into his mouth. Kelly’s hand landed in his hair again, and he shoved up into Nick’s mouth as he shot the rest of his load down Nick’s throat.
When Kelly’s fingers finally loosened their grip, Nick collapsed beside him in the bed, gasping in time with Kelly’s gulps for air.
“Jesus f**king Christ, O’Flaherty,” Kelly finally stuttered.
“You hurt?”
“My f**king . . . mind. My mind is blown.”
Nick laughed weakly and sat up. “You want water?”
Kelly grabbed his arm, stopping him and pulling him off balance so he toppled back to his side. He gazed up into Kelly’s eyes in the harsh lamplight. Nick had always loved Kelly’s oddly colored eyes, but he’d never imagined he’d be looking into them like this.
“‘You don’t say his name, you say mine’?” Kelly repeated incredulously. “I almost came right then, where the f**k have you been hiding that?”
Nick grinned and rested on his elbow. “Oh God, Kels, what have we done here?”
“I don’t care. We’re exploring this further.” Kelly waved a finger in Nick’s face.
“Okay,” Nick agreed. He reached across Kelly’s body, bending to kiss him as he grabbed the bottle of painkillers off the bedside table. They continued the kiss as Nick popped the lid off the bottle, and Kelly moaned plaintively when Nick pulled away.
“Fucker,” Kelly muttered.
Nick broke one of the pills in half and offered one half to Kelly with a cheeky grin. “In place of a cigarette?”
Kelly took the pill, watching with narrowed eyes as Nick popped the other half in his mouth. They shared a bottle of water, laughing as they used one of the spare pillows to clean off.
As they were settling down to sleep, Nick began to build the pillow barrier between them again. Kelly reached out and stopped him.
“I think if I can handle what we just did, I can take it if you accidentally roll over in the middle of the night.”
Nick raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”
Kelly nodded and grinned. “Are you too butch to cuddle?”
Nick rolled his eyes and laid himself out, scooting closer to Kelly and resting his head in the crook of his arm. “We’ll discuss this tomorrow,” he muttered, closing his eyes and letting the exhaustion take over.
Kelly laughed, running his fingers through Nick’s hair. “Oh yeah, we will.”
Kelly woke when the warmth of the sun touched his face. He turned away from it, reaching out across the bed. His hand hit empty space, though, and he finally opened his eyes and raised his head.
“Irish?” he said, voice hoarse from sleep.
Nick was gone, though, and his side of the bed was cold under Kelly’s fingers. Kelly struggled to sit, using the covers and the mattress to pull himself up.
“Loved me and left me. Typical O’Flaherty,” Kelly muttered. He probably should have been a nervous wreck waking up alone after last night, especially since Nick was a proven flight risk when it came to relationships. But then he glanced at the clock on the table out of habit and saw a note there instructing him to call for help if he needed it. He smiled at Nick’s blunt, no-frills handwriting. His pills were lined up for him, and a glass of water sat within arm’s reach.