Page 25 of The Head Game

“Fuck.” Nico flipped onto his back, sprawling out, his entire body tingling with the pleasure of a great orgasm. He’d needed that.

August made a similarly contented noise and Nico rolled his head to the side to look at him.

“What did I tell you?” he said with a smile. “Sex with me is life-changing, right?”

August huffed. “I’ve had better.”

Nico smirked. “Sure you have.” He rolled on his side and patted August’s stomach. “You keep telling yourself that, baby.”

“Seems to me like you lay there and took it.” August’s gaze flicked dismissively up and down his body. “Not particularly impressive, honestly.”

Nico made an outraged noise and sat up. “That is slander and I will not stand for it.”

“Mmm, okay.” August yawned loud enough for his jaw to crack. “If that’s what your delicate ego needs …”

Annoyed, but a little impressed August was able to act so nonchalant, Nico got out of bed.

“I’m taking a shower. Help yourself to whatever you want.”

August grunted, arm thrown up over his eyes.

Nico took a quick shower, enough to rinse away the mess, half-expecting August to be gone by the time he was done.

When Nico stepped out of the bathroom, August was still sprawled on the bed, eyes closed, breathing slowly and deeply.

Not quite asleep, but probably close.

“I guess I wore you out, huh?”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” August didn’t open his eyes. “I’ll get up in a minute.”

“Don’t bother. I’m heading out. Unless you’re interested in round two?”

“No.” August sat up with a groan.

His infuriatingly perfect hair stuck up in the back and Nico grinned, enjoying that he’d manage to mess him up a little. Shame he hadn’t had an opportunity to leave an actual mark.

He could imagine how August would react if he’d left a hickey on his neck, somewhere niiice and visible.

Ahh well. Nico shrugged and reached for the puddle of clothes on the floor. Maybe next time.

After Nico was dressed and he’d fussed with his hair in the mirror, he spotted a cardboard coaster nearby.

He pulled a marker out of his pocket and scrawled his name and number on the back of it. “Call me when you decide you want a repeat,” he said with a wink as he flipped the coaster toward August.

It landed neatly on his bare chest.

“Not a chance in hell,” August said with a sneer as he tossed it onto the bed beside him.

Nico laughed, blew him a kiss, then walked out of the hotel room.

For a moment, he stood in the hallway, feeling almost winded though his breathing was slow and even.

Eventually, he shook his head and walked to the elevator, annoyed to realize his headache was back.

Definitely a weird night.

Weird but fun.

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