Page 66 of Inbetweeners
Nix laughed.
“Do it then,” Emmett said.
“Which?”
“One or the other. Kill me or kiss me. Both sound good. Oblivion for a while appeals. Maybe some better memories will come back next time I die. I have six lives left before I return to dull.”
Nix let out a choked laugh and dropped to Emmett’s side, nuzzling the side of his face. He could smell toothpaste.
“I’m not going to strangle you. I’m still thinking about kissing you.”
“Go for it. Now I’ve shared a bed with a demon, my reputation’s shot. St Peter won't touch me with a bargepole now.”
“Are you going to throw up if I kiss you?” Nix asked.
“No. All that alcohol went on top of a virtually empty stomach, which is now even more empty. I have nothing left inside me. Not even a stomach, I suspect.”
Nix let his lips drift from Emmett’s cheek to his lips, then hovered, a hair’s breadth away from a kiss.
“We don’t need to like each other,” Emmett said quietly. “But I think I’d like a kiss. I must have some inner-slut issues.”
“Shut up.”
Nix kissed him. The kiss was instantly deep and hard. Emmett’s arms slid around Nix’s back and he pulled him close. Lust roared in like an avalanche, sweeping away everything in its path, every doubt, every question. They were a mismatched pair. Emmett was not his type. He was annoying and aggravating, a self-pitying, mixed-up mess, but he was also hot and cute and damaged and…here.
They pulled at each other’s shorts, dragging them down their thighs, too impatient to get them all the way off before they wrapped their fingers around each other’s cock. The feel of Emmett holding him, caressing him, his thumb brushing the head of his dick was almost too much. Emmett pulled back from Nix to suck in air and the look on his face… his glassy unfocused eyes, wet lips, the way he was panting… He could have been drunk, but he wasn’t.He wants me.
“Stop looking at me like that,” Emmett whispered.
“You’re weirdly compelling. Like Marmite.”
Emmett snorted.
Then their hands were moving on each other’s cocks, precome easing the way, fingers wrapped tight around their shafts, the tips of their dicks pushing together, the sensitive heads brushing in a way that pulled low at Nix’s gut, and the heat of it, the strength of it, the pleasure in it made his heart race and dragged groans from Nix’s mouth.
“Make me come,” Emmett whispered. “Please. Please. Phoenix!”
Maybe it was hearing his name on Emmett’s lips, maybe it was just that he’d reached his limit, but Nix exploded over their hands with a hoarse cry and within seconds, Emmett had come too, splattering come everywhere.
Oh shit, that felt so good.
And when their chests stopped heaving, their lips met again and this time the kiss was soft and lazy. No forked tongue invading his mouth, no teeth biting into his lips, and Nix swallowed hard as the gentle kiss ended.
They dropped onto their backs, breathing heavily.
“I’d forgotten how good that feels,” Emmett muttered. “I’ve not even jacked off for over a year.”
Nix turned to look at him. “What? No sex in Heaven?”
“I was never in the right mood.”
Nix couldn't hide his incredulity. “For a year? How could you never be in the right mood?”
Emmett shrugged. “I think I was depressed.”
“Nothinkabout it. No wonder you feel that Heaven’s dull. Didn’t you make any friends?”
“No.”
