Page 67 of Mercury Rising
Mercury trusted Nick so implicitly he didn’t feel at all self-conscious. He tugged harder at his cock while resting his other hand on Nick’s thigh. He had to have some form of contact.
His breath came in sharp bursts now. He ran his hand up Nick’s thigh and gripped onto his hard butt cheek. Everything about Nick was hard. Except his heart.
Mercury was going to come. He stretched his whole body out as he tugged furiously. Catching Nick’s eye, he never lost eye contact.
He let out a cry. His vision blurred when the release fell out of him. The orgasm seemed to last for an age.
When the tremors had died down, and he opened his eyes, Mercury saw Nick working his own cock. He crouched over Mercury.
“Come,” Mercury said.
No sooner had he uttered that word than Nick grunted. He came in thick bursts, falling onto Mercury. Nick’s body shuddered and he squeezed his eyes tightly shut.
When he’d settled, he opened his eyes and grinned.
“That’s hot,” he said, nodding to their cum intermingling on Mercury’s body.
“And very uncomfortable,” Mercury replied with a laugh.
Nick leapt up and padded into the kitchen. He returned with a tea towel.
“It’s clean,” he said, throwing it down onto Mercury.
“Not for long,” Mercury replied. He cleaned himself up.
Nick flopped down on the sofa. “Come here.”
“You’re very authoritative,” Mercury said. He snuggled into Nick. Luxuriating in the feel of his naked body again.
“Don’t you like it?” Nick asked, kissing his forehead.
“It’s hot,” Mercury replied. “Maybe I’ll exert my dominance one day.”
Nick seemed more than interested.
“Be my guest,” he said.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The barbecue was in full swing. Nick had promised to teach Hassan how to make sure the meat was properly cooked on both sides. Olena and Anna were playing a form of badminton with Cath supervising. Brooke and another girl were setting everything up on the tables.
Mercury and Eddie had offered to get the salads ready. It was too nice a day to be stuck indoors so Mercury had insisted they bring everything outside, including the kitchen table.
Eddie was making light work of cutting a cucumber. Mercury watched him with interest.
“Do you do most of the cooking at home?” Mercury asked.
“Yeah.”
“What’s your best dish?”
Eddie thought about it. “Usually when it’s a school night, I’ll get something out of the freezer. If it’s a weekend and I’ve got time, I like making spag bol. Oh, and at school we did soup. Mum loves that. It’s easy to eat.”
“Any ideas what you’ll do when you leave school?”
“Fuck knows,” Eddie replied. “Try and get a job, I suppose.”
“No college?”
