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“Mm. Ah- Dio.”
Joe hums, Nicky’s whispers and shaky exhales filling his ears while his lips are busy, mouthing tenderly up to the head of Nicky’s cock, his hand keeping a steady, slick rhythm on the shaft. He’s sprawled on one side, propped up on an elbow with one of Nicky’s knees hooked over his shoulder, his own dick already soft and sated from a lovely session with Nicky’s talented hands not ten minutes ago.
“Wait, Joe-”
Joe makes another sound, this one questioning, and he lifts his chin, finds Nicky leaning on his elbows, head raised. He’s flush with pleasure, but his eyes are pinched. Joe slows his hand, eventually just holding Nicky’s cock with careful fingers.
Nicky sighs once, frustrated. “I can’t,” he says miserably.
“Okay,” Joe says, keeping his tone mild. He sits up. “Okay.”
“I’m sorry, I’m- I don’t think I can, I’m sorry-”
“Hey, hey, hey,” Joe chides him gently, releasing Nicky’s leg, pulling himself up the bed. He rests there on his side again, a steady hand to Nicky’s chest. “None of that.”
Nicky drops his head back onto the pillow, defeated eyes on Joe as he opens his mouth to apologize again-
“None of that,” Joe says again firmly. “There is nothing that needs apologizing for.”
Glum, Nicky shuts his mouth and nods.
It’s not surprising.
Joe’s been seeing Nicky, officially, for three months. It started with mutual friends, a party, an exchange of phone numbers – one of the more genuine beginnings to a relationship in Joe’s experience. He’s been enjoying it immensely. Nicky doesn’t text much, but he does talk, and sometimes Joe feels like he could be happy if all they ever did was talk. How did he manage to find someone so curious, intelligent, dryly funny? He’s not sure, but he’s not about to let him go.
A handful of dates found them shirtless and drunk on each other’s mouths on Joe’s couch. After tasting the skin under Nicky’s ear and letting his palm skate down to his waist, he’d been nudged back and met with a look of uncertainty on his partner’s face.
“What is it?” Joe had asked, his free hand smoothing across Nicky’s cheek. “Tell me.”
“Um.” Nicky had looked to the side, gathering his thoughts. “Please, don’t- I just. I want to go to bed very badly with you, Joe. I do.”
“But?”
Wide, pale eyes on his, again. “I have trouble. Sometimes.”
Joe has never been one for shame or skating around an issue – not his style. “Trouble getting hard?”
“No, ah. Finishing.”
“Oh.”
Really, it’s inconsequential to him. Joe loves sex, but he loves it for the sex, not the grand finale, and he’s only human, too. He can recall times when it hasn’t been his day, when orgasm has eluded him, and he’s been content to put the effort into pleasuring his bedmate and to hold and be held after.
He also knows that not everyone has this mindset, so it’s very possible that Nicky, beautiful Nicky, has been led into thinking that this is a major problem, or that something is wrong with him. And that just won’t do.
So, Joe had settled his hand on Nicky’s waist and brushed a thumb down the groove of his hip. “Would it still feel good,” he’d asked lowly, “if I put my mouth on you? Touched you? Even if you didn’t finish?”
Nicky’s lips had parted. “Yes.”
“Can I do that for you?”
“Yes, but-”
“I want to.” He’d drawn his hands down Nicky’s arms, grasped his hands, and squeezed. “I want to.”
So, they’d gone to bed.
Two months of sleeping together, and Joe’s been having a lot of fun. They’ve fucked each other, put their mouths all over their bodies, fingered and petted and kissed, and, shit, Joe is just really into Nicky and Nicky’s brain and Nicky’s body. It’s a little ridiculous and very distracting.
“I take it things are going well,” Andy had said dryly one morning, when Joe had swerved into the office at 9:15, no lunch made and a fading bruise on his collarbone.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he’d countered cheekily.
And, yeah. Nicky hadn’t been lying. Whether it’s the nervous novelty of a new partner, or just him, he can’t find release. Joe’s had to be a little careful. He doesn’t take it personally, not at all, based on how things are going overall. He just doesn’t want to say or do the wrong thing and cause Nicky to feel even more self-conscious.
Now, while they’re both naked and it’s still relatively early in the evening, Joe might have an idea.
He drops a kiss to Nicky’s shoulder, thoughtful.
“I’m only asking because I like you very much, and I want you to feel good.” When Nicky nods uncertainly, he asks, “Do you touch yourself?”
Nicky gives him a little smile, crooked, and twists further into Joe’s hold. “I do. Not often.”
“And you’re able to…?”
“Given enough time and patience. Usually, yes.”
Considering, Joe strokes Nicky’s hair back from his forehead.
“Why?” Nicky asks.
“I have an idea,” Joe says airily. “How do you touch yourself?”
He’s been fairly forthcoming about his answers so far, but now Nicky’s lashes lower, words catching. “Uh. Slowly. Like teasing.” Joe has positioned himself to start pressing light kisses down Nicky’s neck. He makes an encouraging noise, so Nicky adds, “It helps to feel a bit desperate. Like I really need it.”
“Sounds lovely. Show me?”
Nicky’s entire being seems to stutter to a halt. “Really?”
“Yeah.” Joe pushes upright and returns to where he was, between Nicky’s legs. There, he leans casually on one hand, body language open. “If you’re comfortable. I’d love to watch you.”
He’s being entirely truthful. He wants to see if he can learn something, but he also just wants the erotic experience of looking at Nicky, nothing but charged air between them.
“Yes,” Nicky breathes, at once agreeable and shy. “Yes, okay.”
He shuffles his hips, thighs spreading and falling towards the bedspread, and he slides his right hand across his ribs, stomach, over trimmed pubic hair, to graze the pads of his fingers up the underside of his half-hard dick.
“I start like this,” he says quietly. “Just, like, a little bit.”
Joe is quickly spellbound, watching as Nicky feels up the velvety skin of his cock, and he knows it’s velvety because he’s recently had his own mouth and hands there, and lifts his fingers until just one is left. Then, softly, with the dry pad of that single finger, he starts to rub just under the head. Back and forth, the tiniest movement.
Joe’s skin flashes hot.
“Just like that, huh?” he can’t help but murmur. Just like that indeed, because Nicky’s cock is rapidly responding to the light touch that it craves, swelling, standing, the head darkening.
“Yes,” Nicky whispers. “It’s so nice.”
He keeps at it. One single finger, gently caressing and stroking that one sensitive spot, almost beckoning himself to hardness. His other fingers twitch, like he wants to grab and stroke properly, but he doesn’t.
“Baby,” Joe murmurs. “Oh, look at you.” Nicky makes a small sound, hurt, helpless. “Look at you teasing yourself. Winding yourself up.”
Nicky shudders, free hand clutching at the pillow beside his head.
“Yeah. Keep going,” Joe coaxes. “Keep rubbing that spot, exactly like that, sweetheart. Just gently. Do you need to get it wet?” Nicky nods, already bringing his hand to his mouth where he gathers a little spit in a practiced motion, returns. This time, he puts two fingers on the head of his cock, whines when they slip more easily over the crown and spread wetness along that bundle of nerves.
“Fuck, Nicky.”
Joe’s own cock has become exceedingly interested in what’s going on, but he doesn’t pay attention to it. Doesn’t dare risk Nicky’s concentration, the state he’s working himself into. His heart pounds with anticipation.
“Feels so good,” Nicky says, words tentative even as he keeps his hand moving. Joe breaks his eyes away from the action, finds Nicky’s and holds his gaze.
“I can tell,” he says, smiling, joyful in the pleasure being found. “You’re doing so well. You look so beautiful like this, so perfect. You’re turning me on so much, Nicky, you’ll drive me crazy.”
Nicky huffs a laugh, which morphs into a surprised groan through clenched teeth when his cock jumps and bumps his stroking fingers by accident.
“I’m not- I’m not sure-”
Joe shakes his head. “Don’t worry about that. I could watch you do this to yourself for hours, babe, we have all the time in the world.”
The mere prospect of hours of this teasing, so agonizingly drawn-out, makes Nicky close his eyes tightly. He feels Joe place a hand on his ankle, not holding him but just grounding, and his mind flashes to being tied open like this, Joe’s hand where his currently is, his own hips pushing, seeking touch, and he wants-
It builds in little waves. Small suggestions, piling on, gathering in his lower belly, warm and exciting. He feeds the fantasy in his mind, imagines himself helpless and loved and cared for, held open, so vulnerable. His cock is so hard. Still, he touches that small place, rubs once, twice, again, and again, fueling the growing sensation and desperation, and Joe’s thumb caresses his ankle, and oh God, it’s right there, rolling down his spine, fire between his legs, building, yes, it’s so good, so good, sofuckinggood-
Nicky comes. Pinned between Joe’s glittering eyes and the pads of his own fingers and the bed, he’s pinned, and he’s coming, crying out quietly. He selfishly wants more even as it pulses through him, finally wrapping his palm around his cock and pulling as much out of himself as he can while his hips squirm and his abs tighten, warmth dribbling over his stomach and knuckles.
He breathes hard on the heels of it, processing, and flashes anxious for one second at feeling so bare before finding Joe’s face.
Joe, who is grinning, happy. He drops an enthusiastic kiss to Nicky’s nearest knee.
“That was incredible,” he says, voice earnest and rough.
Nicky exhales. “Not- not weird?”
“Not at all,” Joe says. “In fact, I kind of want you to teach me how to do that myself.” He raises up on his knees, slinks between Nicky’s and plants his hands beside Nicky’s head. Looks down at him with a heated expression. “D’you want to know what I was thinking about while I watched?”
“Tell me,” Nicky says hoarsely, hands reaching for Joe’s shoulders.
“I was thinking about how I want to hold your hands above your head, put you on my cock, and touch you just how you like. Lightly, while you clench around me, until you can’t stand it anymore.”
Swallowing what would have been an embarrassing sound, Nicky blinks up at him. “Do we have to wait?”
“You can go again?” Joe asks, eyebrow quirked, and Nicky smiles, sly, buoyed up by fresh confidence.
“Sometimes twice more,” he murmurs. “If you’re patient.”
“I can be a very patient man,” Joe promises solemnly, and he lowers himself to thoroughly kiss the smirk right off of Nicky’s lips.