Page 113 of The Head Game

“So my appeal wasn’t in my hair?”

August smiled. “No. You look a little tougher now but you’re still hot.”

“Show me.” Nico licked his lips, challenging August with his gaze. “I’m not sure I believe you.”

“Okay.” August rubbed his thumb across Nico’s cheekbone. “But we’re doing it in a bed, not a shower. There’s no way in hell I’m willing to risk you slipping and falling and giving yourself another head injury.”

“Aww.” Nico pressed close, reaching behind August to turn off the water. “You’re such a good fake fiancé, Auggie. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

If August believed in hell, he’d surely be going to it.

Nico’d had brain surgery a little over a week ago.

But it was very hard to remember as Nico towed August toward the bed, his perfect ass wiggling in invitation with every step he took.

August had to get control of this situation before Nico convinced him to do something stupid. Again.

“Okay, lie down and get comfortable. I’ll suck you off. You won’t even have to move,” August commanded.

Nico eyeballed him. “Auggie, you need to work on your dirty talk. You know that doesn’t sound very sexy, right?”

“Well, I want to be careful,” August protested. “I don’t want you hurting yourself.”

“There’s such a thing as too careful.”

“Not with you,” August blurted out and immediately regretted it.

Nico shot him a skeptical glance. “Watch out, I think your fiancé is showing.”

August felt a little flushed. “I only meant—look, it was fucking terrible to watch you have a seizure and not being able to do anything. I … it makes me want to—I just want to be sure that never happens again.”

Nico’s expression went a little softer. “You really are kind of sweet.”

“Don’t get used to it,” August warned him. “Now are you going to behave or not?”

To his surprise, Nico obediently sprawled out into a starfish position on his back, head propped on a pillow and one arm flung dramatically up against the headboard. “Have your way with me, Auggie!”

“Good lord, I can’t believe I’m choosing to have sex with you again,” August said with a sigh as he settled between Nico’s long legs. “Sometimes I’m convinced I took a puck to the head in Buffalo and dreamed all of this or something. I’m probably in a coma in some hospital right now.”

“If you were, I’d go there and sit by your side and hold your hand.”

“Yeah right.”

“Hey, you did it for me.”

“I suppose I did.” August sighed again. “Now shut up and let me suck you off.”

“Well, when you sweet talk me like that …” Nico grabbed August’s hair and guided him closer.

“Hey! Hands off. I’m doing the work.”

“Ugh, fine. I’ll be a pillow princess for you.” With another dramatic sigh, Nico let go and propped his head on his arms like he was trying to get a better view.

August reached out, taking Nico’s cock in his hand. He wasn’t hard yet but he wasn’t completely soft either.

August gave him a few experimental strokes and Nico shuddered.

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