Page 24 of In the Nick of Time
Doug chuckled at the order and the bad innuendo but crawled over Nick’s body, trapping him between his knees.
When was the last time he’d laughed during sex? Had he ever?
“Are you always this bossy?” he asked.
“In bed? Absolutely yes. My cock is an attention slut.”
Nick punctuated the statement with a long stroke, and a bead of precome pulsed from the tip of his cock. Keeping his gaze on Nick’s face, Doug leaned down and lapped it up, pleased when Nick’s eyes rolled toward the back of his skull as he groaned, “More.”
Doug complied. In a swift and well-practiced move, he swallowed Nick’s cock down as far as he could.
“Holy fuck!” Nick’s hands flailed and then landed gently on Doug’s head.
Doug smiled and swirled his tongue around the sensitive head of Nick’s cock, reducing him to gibberish. At least he wasn’t giving Doug shit about being old. An old dog had good tricks. The thought that this was absolutely a bad idea crossed Doug’s mind yet again, but he continued to ignore it.
Nick arched his back and Doug took him all the way to the root—another one of his superpowers was no gag reflex. Not one that SPAM knew anything about, thankfully.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” Nick chanted. “I can’t, I’m gonna,please.”
These were some of Doug’s favorite words to hear from a partner. He got off on giving pleasure. And maybe teasing too. An electric shock of desire surprised him, his balls tightened, and he let Nick’s cock slip from between his lips.
“What do you want?”
“What?” Nick’s eyes were glassy.
“What. Do. You. Want? Fucking or no fucking?”
“Oh god, definitely fucking. All the fucking. Supplies. Suitcase pocket.”
Rolling off the bed, Doug grabbed the stash of condoms and lube from Nick’s bag. He refused to think about what Nick’s plans for these had been—they were using them now. Propping himself on his arms, Nick watched Doug squeeze lube onto his fingers.
“Roll over, ass up.”
With a groan, Nick turned onto his front and drew his knees beneath himself so his ass was right there for the taking. Doug also refused to think about how long it had been since he’d been as turned on as he was in this moment. It didn’t matter. He was going to enjoy himself and Nick too and figure out the rest later.
Gently, he massaged lube around and slightly inside Nick’s hole. Nick provided an excellent soundtrack, groaning with pleasure.
“How close are you?”
“I can’t feel my feet.”
“Should I be worried?”
“If you stop, I will shank you. Fuck me now.”
Doug grinned. “Alrighty then.” Pressing his index finger against Nick’s entrance, he pushed past the first ring of muscle.
“Ohhhh. God, I love that. Don’t stop. The only thing better”—Nick sucked in a breath as Doug turned his finger slightly—“would be your cock.”
“I’ll get there.” And soon. Doug’s balls were hard as rocks and his cock was an iron rod dripping precome onto the sheets. It wasn’t going to take much for him to orgasm.
While fingering Nick’s ass with one hand, Doug reached underneath Nick’s body and gently ran his other hand down his erection. He was rewarded with a full-body shake and a mumble of unintelligible words. The one he understood was fuck. He was tempted to tongue Nick first, but just thinking about it had Doug spurting more precome, so he set the thought aside for the next time. He squeezed Nick’s cock once while gently removing his finger and then, as quickly as he could manage, rolled on the waiting condom.
Nick reached behind himself and separated his ass cheeks for Doug. With one hand on Nick’s hip and the other guiding his cock, Doug pushed inside Nick’s body.
“Holy fuck,” he muttered.
Nick was hot and tight and fuck, he felt good. Without warning, Nick grabbed Doug’s thigh and jammed himself backward, all but impaling himself on Doug’s rod. If that’s what he wanted, Doug was happy to comply.
