Page 28 of Just A Little Fling

This morning, Nico had left wearing a tailored suit, but all that was left were the remnants of it. His clutched jacket was accumulating more wrinkles by the minute. His half-open shirt was a sweaty mess and his equally wrinkled pants were smudged with dirt. Farther down, his shoes were caked in mud. Goddammit. I just put in those flowers.

“Did you walk through my flower beds?”

“No, because I would never.” Nico gasped while clutching invisible pearls. “Nope. Never ever. Ever. But your sidewalk is very, very dirty. I’m reporting you to the landlord. You shouldn’t leave it so messy.” My lips twitched involuntarily as he reprimanded my yard maintenance.

“I hope I don’t get kicked out of here.”

“The landlord is a very sexy guy though.” Nico’s fingers trailed down my chest and teased the waistband of my joggers. “You kinda remind me of him.”

I grabbed his fingers and pulled them off before he went too far. After our quiet impasse of awkwardness and his confusion about who he was talking to, we weren’t doing a damn thing tonight.

“Whoa. We’re not doing any of that when you’re drunk as fuck.” Nico pouted at my decision. “Sorry, I don’t think you’re in the right frame of mind to make decisions.”

“You can’t tell me what to do,” Nico retorted.

The petulance dripped from his voice, and I struggled to maintain my composure. Bratty was fine, but pissy drunk was a lot less fun.

“When it comes to flirting with me, I can. You’re drunk, Nico. I’ll walk you back to your house.” I stepped back to put on my shoes, and Nico followed me inside.

“Babbo, I know who you are. You’re the guy who won’t fuck me tonight.” Nico’s pronouncement was followed by him sidling up against me. My body responded against my better judgment. Good fucking god, it had been too long. My fingers itched to touch him again. “I’m just a little tipsy. It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine. C’mon, let me take you home.”

“No.”

“No?”

“No. I don’t wanna go home. Babbo, don’t you want me anymore?” Nico whined.

Again, he trailed his fingers down my chest. Involuntarily, my breath hitched at his touch and my dumb dick twitched too. Nope, nope, nopety, nope. I grabbed his hand and placed it firmly back at his side.

“Nico, knock it off,” I said firmly. In response, his eyes narrowed, and he huffed out a breath. “That ice you’re on is cracking fast.”

“Mr. Goody Two Shoes.”

“Nico, you’re drunk and getting mean. You’ve got two choices here. I’ll either walk you home and tuck you in to sleep it off. Or I’ll drag your ass upstairs, toss you in the shower, and you can get sober that way. Either way, I’m not putting up with your attitude. I haven’t done anything wrong. You haven’t done anything wrong until right now, but I’m not putting up with it. You need to decide.”

“You. Would. Not. Dare,” Nico responded with narrowed eyes, flared nostrils, and a stomped foot. He made no move to leave but stepped forward, nose to nose, with me.

Well, that was a choice.

“Let’s go.” I grasped his hand and pulled him toward the stairs. Was it right? Debatable, but I’d be damned if this drunk boy was going to challenge me and get away with it. Nico was begging for me to take him out of his head, and that’s precisely what I was going to do. He struggled so hard to maintain his independence that he wasn’t considering that I had zero desire to take it away from him.

At the top of the stairs, I turned into the guest bathroom and started the shower. Whatever concerns I had about what I intended to do vanished when I saw the smirk Nico gave me. He figured all the cards were held by him.Sweet summer boy, you are so mistaken.

“You may want to give me your electronics.”

“Why?”

“Because if you don’t, you’re going to be very upset in about five seconds.”

“Whatev,” Nico said with a roll of his eyes. He did hand me his phone though, and I set it on the counter behind him.

“Anything else you don’t want to get wet?”

“I can make you drip, Babbo.”

“You can, Sweet Boy, but not tonight.”

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