Page 100 of Vespertine
Nicky looked up at him. His eyes softened, the teasing glintdisappeared, and he smiled tenderly. “I won’t let you fall, baby.”
Jasper’s heart thumped. He wanted to hang on to those wordswith so much more than they meant in this moment, but now was not the time.
“Nicky…” He fingered the dark, wet strands that clung toNicky’s cheeks and pushed them aside. “C’mere.” With a little tug, he drewNicky nearer and kissed him slowly, gently, like they hadn’t allowed themselvesso far. On the island, they’d battled each other and had taken their pleasurealmost violently. But now Jasper wanted to love him.
Nicky had other ideas, apparently. He broke free, his facetwisting for a second, but the expression was gone so fast Jasper couldn’t besure he’d seen it. Water poured between them, and Jasper felt every place theirbodies touched. Nicky’s wet fingers gripped his shoulders, strong and firm, ashe pushed lightly.
“Turn around, Father Jazz. Let me show you what I’ve learnedover the years.”
Jasper closed his eyes for a second. The image filled hismind, of him leaning against the wall, Nicky behind him on his knees and—oh God. He opened his eyes. His cheeks burned. “I don’twant to know what you’ve learned over the years. I just want you.” He turnedaround and pressed his hands on top of each other against the cold tiles, hisheart beating wildly with fear and excitement.
“Yeah?” Nicky rubbed Jasper’s flanks, his belly—as if heknew exactly where Jasper felt hot and trembly—and tugged lightly on Jasper’streasure trail, then moved to Jasper’s hips and over his buttocks. “No one hastouched you but me?” he whispered.
“You know no one has.”
“That is…” Nicky let out a little laugh. “So sweet, Jazz.”He ran his finger between Jasper’s cheeks. Jasper tried to bite down on a moanbut his legs were shaking already. “Oh yeah.Sosweet.” He pushed his thigh between Jasper’s knees, and Jasper’s body flushedhot all over. “Spread a little bit and hand me the soap.”
“Nicky,” Jasper whispered. He took his hands down and beganto turn but Nicky held him there. “This is embarrassing.”
“Only because you’re thinking too much.” Nicky kissed hisshoulders and neck, and rubbed Jasper’s chest. “It’s just you and me here. Likeyou said. You don’t need to hide.”
A hard lump rose in Jasper’s throat and he swallowed it downas he leaned his forehead against his hands. “Okay. You and me.”
“The way it’s always been.” Nicky reached for the soaphimself but stayed pressed against Jasper. “That’s my good little fox.”
The scent of a woodsy body wash filled the shower, and Nickyused the loofah to wash his chest, back, shoulders, and arms. It should’ve beencalming but Jasper couldn’t forget what Nicky was up to. He let out adistressed sound and hid his face against his bicep when Nicky sank down on hisknees.
“Shh, you’re okay.” Nicky washed his calves, thighs, hisfeet one by one, and then finally pressed between Jasper’s cheeks and soaped uphis hole.
Jasper shivered with anticipation at Nicky’s slippery touch.His blood ran hot, feverish, and his breathing came in shallow, nervous bursts.Part of him wanted to stop and hide; he didn’t want to be so exposed to Nicky,but at the same time—
“Detach the shower head. I don’t want a mouthful of bubbles.”
Jasper’s knees locked. “I don’t think—”
“Good,” Nicky said as he ran his hands over the back ofJasper’s thighs. “We agreed not to do that. Shower head.”
Jasper leaned back and looked up. The shower head was hugeand screwed into the wall, but in the middle of it sat a smaller shower headthat could come off. With trembling fingers he worked it loose, and he closedhis eyes as he handed it back. In his own head his breathing sounded laboredand loud. He made a startled noise when the hot water sprayed him, and then hebit his lip and pressed his forehead against his hands again.
He felt raw and vulnerable as Nicky took his time. He rinsedJasper’s legs, feet, and back, then went back to spreading Jasper’s buttocksand rinsed him there.
“Your hole looks really fucking delicious, Jazz,” Nickywhispered. “And it also looks really fucking clean.” Nicky rinsed it one moretime, and then rose up behind Jasper, fingers between his crack to gentlymassage his rim.
“Nicky,” Jasper whispered. His voice shook and he had toforce himself to stand still, to not turn away. When he looked down he noticedhis cock had flagged a little, maybe because all his blood had rushed to hisface.
“Can you put the shower head back now?”
Jasper took the attachment in shaking hands and reached up,but it wouldn’t click back in. “I c-can’t.”
Nicky crouched behind him again, sliding his free hand downJasper’s sides as he went. “Just hang on to it, then. So you don’t get cold.”
Jasper hugged the shower head to his chest and tried torelax as Nicky placed soft, gentle kisses on his buttocks and then spread openhis crack. Nicky kissed his tailbone and trailed down.
Jasper cried out when Nicky’s tongue touched his hole. Hislegs and buttocks went rigid and tight, but Nicky dug in his fingers, foughtthe clench of Jasper’s muscles, and pried his cheeks apart. Jasper trembled allover and couldn’t find a way to breathe through it for a frightening minute.Then Nicky pushed his tongue against Jasper’s rim and stayed there, waiting,until Jasper finally let go, one muscle at a time.
Fighting to get his breathing under control, Jasper pressed theshower head to his chest and concentrated on the water running down over hisabs, balls, and legs. Nicky’s tongue was insistent and warm, his breath huffedhot against his skin, and Jasper at last went pliant, leaning his foreheadagainst the tiles, no longer caring they were cold.
“That’s it, baby,” Nicky whispered. He licked Jasper,tickling him and pressing around the rim with his tongue until everythingdisappeared from Jasper’s mind. There was nothing but liquid heat, blissfulfreedom from thought, and the most intense pleasure he’d ever experienced. Awarmth spread over his chest to his throat, fanning out to his arms and cheeksuntil his entire upper body tingled. Nicky grew more aggressive, pushing untilhis tongue forced Jasper’s hole to open.
