Page 48 of Protecting his Secrets

Felix led the way, and Malachi dragged his feet. He was a lot more tired than usual, but the doctor had said he would tire more easily while he was getting back to where he had been. When they entered the suite he had used before, he thanked Felix.

“There will be someone outside your door all the time. Not because we don’t trust you. We want to make sure you’re safe. Let them know if you need anything or anyone.”

Malachi smiled. “Thanks. I think I’ll just take a nap and recharge until Nick gets here.”

“Sounds like a good plan. I’ll see you later, I’m sure.”

Felix’s words sounded like a prophecy, but he chose not to think like that. When Felix disappeared, he only took the time to take off his shoes and trousers but left everything else on.

He couldn’t remember falling asleep, but he knew how he woke. Cocooned, warm and surrounded by a scent that was already becoming familiar. Nick. Smiling, he nestled closer, and Nick’s arms tightened around him.

“How are you feeling?”

“Much better. All the questions fried my brain.” He chuckled and squirmed around until he faced him. “How was your day?”

“We’re all alive, so I count that as a win.” Nick’s mouth curved on one side. “Are you still feeling okay? No lingering pain or dizziness?”

Malachi’s heart thumped painfully at the concern in his voice. Nick always took care of those around him, and now it was time for Malachi to look after him. He pushed Nick to his back and straddled him, leaning down and rubbing their noses together with a smile.

“I’m fine. Just a little lingering tiredness, but nothing to worry about.” He brushed their lips together, enjoying the way Nick opened for him without hesitation. Tongues tangling, the kiss deepened, Malachi loving how Nick let him take charge. He’d never had that before, having always chosen the wrong person to sleep with. It was hard for him to explain what else he desired from sex, so most of the time he let it lay dormant, ignoring the need like he ignored everything else he couldn’t change. Maybe, in time, he could bare his soul, and Nick wouldn’t throw him to the curb.

But right then, he had other plans to fulfil. Pulling away from Nick’s tantalising mouth, he peppered kisses down his neck, unfastening the buttons of his shirt so his mouth could taste his skin. He dragged the ends of his shirt from his trousers and pushed the edges aside, bearing Nick’s chest and stomach.Meeting his gaze, he skimmed his fingers across the slightly bronzed skin, enjoying the warmth of it, and ran a pad of one finger across each nipple.

Nick hissed, his indrawn breath long and loud in the otherwise silent room. Malachi wanted to hear more of it, so he flicked a blunt nail over the tip, and Nick rewarded him with another sound. Unable to hold himself back, he lowered to his forearms and sucked a nub into his mouth. He didn’t go easy. At his constant ministration, the nipple beaded, and when he was satisfied, he took it between his teeth, peered up at Nick and bit down gently.

The widening of his eyes and the gaping of his mouth was another reward, and Malachi wondered if his needs might meet with Nick’s after all, but then he pushed it aside again. Just because there were rumours of the Sutcliffes owning or attending Club Royal didn’t mean it was true. And he wasn’t about to ask.

Laving the nub to soothe it, he then moved to the other, giving it the same treatment. Nick’s fingers clenched around a fistful of covers, and Malachi smiled, breaking his hold. He reached up and kissed Nick again, spearing his tongue inside, needing to taste him again. Grinding down on him, an answering hardness met his, and he repeated the action, dragging a moan from Nick’s throat and swallowing it down his own.

Nick tore his mouth away. “Fuck,” he breathed as Malachi attacked his neck again.

Malachi’s finger got busy fumbling with Nick’s trousers, and within seconds, he dragged them down his legs, baring him to Malachi’s gaze once more. Seeing him in the shower was nothing compared to having him laid out for him, and he licked his lips, eyes on his prize. But before he delved in, he undressed Nick completely, and then himself, shucking the T-shirt, boxers and socks he’d kept on from before he fell asleep.

When he met Nick’s gaze, he spread Nick’s legs and rubbed his hands up his thighs to where he wanted them. Then he paused. He studied Nick’s quickening breath, his tight jaw, his flaring nostrils, and waited. He would never take something that wasn’t his to give, and neither would Nick, so he waited for Nick to confirm he was okay with what they were doing. Within seconds, Nick relaxed and nodded, and Malachi beamed at him. Taking it slowly, he wrapped his hand around Nick’s cock, the heat seeping into his palm, and stroked. Nick hissed.

Gone was the boy whose ideals had been dashed at his first job. Gone was the reporter who wanted a story to ensure his family stayed safe. Gone was the man who was scared to take control. In their place was a man who knew what he wanted.

And he wanted Nick at his mercy.

Leaning down, he licked the head, humming at the explosion of his taste. He did it again, needing more. And when that wasn’t enough, he sucked the head into his mouth.

“Fuck, fuck,” Nick murmured.

Malachi closed his eyes, concentrating on his taste and ensuring he made this the best he could. He needed to give this to Nick, a small piece of himself, and though it wasn’t a tit-for-tat relationship, he wanted to show him how much he meant to him. How far he had fallen in such a short time. Though had it really been short? They’d both admitted to feeling the attraction from almost the beginning. Could they have had feelings involved for a lot longer than when Nick first found out about Kai?

He pushed the thought aside for thinking about later and concentrated on sucking. Malachi sank down as far as he could, loosening his throat to get further, and Nick thrust up.

“Jesus, Kai.”

If he could’ve smiled, he would have. Instead, he went to work, bobbing and swallowing, sending Nick as close to the edge ashe could without going over. And when Nick’s words turned to babbles, he pulled back.

“Holy…” Nick panted, pupils dilated and eyes unfocused.

Malachi braced himself on his hands by Nick’s chest and kissed him. He waited for him to come back to earth, their cocks nudging each other as Malachi circled his hips, keeping the arousal simmering. When Nick focused on him, he smiled and whispered against his lips, “Can I fuck you, Nick?”

Nick’s gaze roamed across Malachi’s face, and he didn’t move, allowing him to make whatever decision was best for him. They hadn’t talked about who was a top or bottom, and while Malachi was vers, he preferred to top. It didn’t mean he wouldn’t bottom if Nick needed him to, but he loved to be the one making someone lose control. It wasn’t even that he needed the control, not totally, but being the cause of someone letting go enough to fly was a high he never tired of.

As Nick stared at him, he hid nothing of what he was feeling. He let Nick see it all because what was the point of a relationship if they were going to hide who they were? Nick reached up and cupped his cheeks, brushing his thumbs over his skin and pulling him down for a kiss. When they parted, Nick smiled.

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