The snow kept falling, the last of daylight gone now and temperatures dropping, as Teddy turned down his road. He wasn’t used to being all firm and commanding, let alone it working, so he wasn’t sure what to say after Nick surprised the hell out of him by choosing to go to Teddy’s house. He hadn’t meant to be so frank, but he’d realized over the course of the afternoon that he needed to work to keep this thing with Nick on his terms and keep it only to sex. Because it would be too easy to fall for Nick, to forget that he was leaving, forget that he hated the snow and rural life.
Especially when they’d been squashed together, listening to music and eating pie, Teddy kept having glimpses of what a future with someone like Nick would be. And he wanted that impossible vision so much it hurt, like a deep lungful of frigid air. So he’d been a bit…sharp with Nick. He meant what he said—he wasn’t going to keep asking, wasn’t going to get the sort of hopeless crush his mother and Charlie had warned against.
But honestly, the last thing he’d expected was Nick to say yes. That was a good thing, right? He’d just focus on getting laid, ignore how nice it had been with Nick watching and cheering for the hockey game, Nick laughing at the relatives’ antics. That in mind, he didn’t waste any time after parking in his garage and opening the door to the house, immediately backing Nick into the kitchen wall and sinking to his knees, not caring about their boots or outerwear.
“Hey. Hey.” Nick, however, seemed to have a different agenda and yanked Teddy back upright. “Are we on some sort of tight deadline here?”
“Not really.” Teddy knew he sounded like an insolent teen but couldn’t be bothered to care.
“I’m staying the night, right?” Nick shrugged out of his coat, hung it up, then sat to undo his boots.
“That would be the plan.”
“Is there a reason you suddenly sound like this is about as much fun as a tooth extraction?” Nick looked up at him. “I was under the impression that you wanted to spend more time together.”
“I do.” Teddy hung up his own coat and removed his boots with sharper movements than normal. Damn Nick for being right, for cutting through all his defenses that damn easily. He did want to spend time together in the worst way. “Just figured you’d be eager to get to the sex part. That is why you said yes, right?”
“Right.” Nick sighed like Teddy had maybe disappointed him a little. Which was absurd. Of course he hadn’t. Nick didn’t want something real, something more than sex. “But I told you last time—I like taking my time. I’m not going to rush just because you’ve got some point to prove.” He tugged Teddy over to him, pulling him onto his lap. He pressed a kiss to Teddy’s neck. “That okay?”
“Yeah.” Teddy exhaled, feeling the walls he’d erected shaking on a shoddy foundation. Yes, yes, he wanted this. Needed this. Needed to relax into Nick’s embrace more than he needed to keep fighting.
“Good. Now, it’s chilly in here. Want to build a fire in the living room?”
“I’ve got your fire right here.” Teddy laughed and leaned in for a long, leisurely kiss, one that hopefully reminded Nick that he didn’t have to move at a continental drift pace.
“Mmm.” Nick returned the kiss until they were both breathless. “Fire. Now.”
“Bah. You’re no fun,” Teddy groaned, reluctantly leaving the warmth of Nick’s embrace, but he dutifully led him to the living room and lit the fireplace. When he had a decent blaze going, he escaped to the bathroom where, since he was still holding out for sex whenever Nick finally deemed it appropriate, he quickly got as clean and ready for getting fucked as he could.
Returning, he joined Nick over on the couch. “Back to the kissing? We can play the board game later if you want, but I’m not the most patient—”
“That’s an understatement.” Nick laughed, a deep rumble that warmed Teddy more than the fire. “Bet you were the type of kid to find the gifts every year, guess what you were getting.”
“Guilty.” Teddy took advantage of Nick’s position on the end of the couch to straddle him. He captured his mouth for another kiss. “I suck at waiting. And I’m a rebel. Dessert for dinner.”
“Ha. Well, I’d rather have a full meal, so you can deal.” Nick kissed him back, but it was slow and soft with zero urgency. Still though, it left Teddy breathless. Man, Nick could kiss.
“Is ‘full meal’ code speak for I’m getting fucked?” he couldn’t resist teasing. “Because that I’m in favor of.”
“We’ll see.” Nick’s voice went deeper and his eyes darker, belying his aloof reply. “The way you rush, I’m surprised you can hold still that long.”
“Follow me upstairs and I’ll show you.” Teddy winked at him before climbing off his lap and heading for the stairs. “I’ll even turn on the bed warmer for you.”
“I think we can keep the bed plenty warm.” Nick laughed, mercifully following Teddy up the stairs. Teddy threw back the covers, turned on the bed warmer anyway, then retrieved supplies from his top dresser drawer and tossed them on the bed.
By some unspoken agreement, they both stripped down, then got under the covers, the house still warming up after him being gone all day.
“Now we can go slow,” he said with a grin, pressing himself up against Nick’s warm bulk.
“Thanks.” Nick laughed before claiming his mouth in a blistering kiss that reminded Teddy in no uncertain terms who was in charge. And instead of chafing at the bossiness like he might with another partner, he relaxed into it. Nick had already proven himself more than capable of taking him to good places, and Teddy made a conscious decision to stop trying to wrest control and to simply enjoy the ride. And more kissing was hardly hardship if Nick preferred a lot of foreplay.
Nick arranged them so that he loomed over Teddy, holding most of his weight on his arm, big biceps flexing. Unlike last time, when he’d mainly confined his kisses to Teddy’s mouth, this time Nick explored more, nuzzling Teddy’s neck. He found all the places that made Teddy’s arm hair rise, before licking and sucking his way down Teddy’s chest.
“Nick. Fuck.” Teddy gasped when Nick found his nipple. Unlike his neck, he’d never been particularly sensitive there, but Nick’s agile fingers and teeth had him writhing and bucking his hips, trying to get his aching dick some relief.
Nick scooted farther down the bed, and Teddy’s dick strained shamelessly toward him. His breath was a warm tease against Teddy’s superheated flesh.
“If I suck you, are you gonna come?” Even Nick’s laugh was a tease.
“Probably,” Teddy admitted. “But I can go again. Easily.”
“Of that I have no doubt.” Nick’s eyes sparkled with mirth. “But let’s make this interesting. I’m going to play with you—at my speed—and if you can keep from coming, I’ll fuck you. You come before I say, I’ll jerk off on you instead.”
“That option isn’t without its own appeal.” Teddy pretended to think, but really he loved a challenge, and he was competitive enough to say, “But sure…bring it on.”
“Oh this is gonna be fun.” Nick all but cackled. “You have anything you don’t like? Fingers okay?”
“Fingers are awesome. And I have toys—”
“I’m sure you do. But I’m pretty old-fashioned. I like my fingers, although I’m putting making you give me a show with a toy on my bucket list of things to try together.”
“You’ve got a list?” Teddy was oddly touched.
“I’m not without an imagination.” Nick bit Teddy’s belly. “I said this thing between us was a bad idea, not that I wasn’t thinking about a repeat.”
“I like being the object of your fantasies.” Teddy couldn’t resist preening.
“Humility is right up there with patience as far as things you’re running short on.” Nick soothed the spot he’d bitten with his tongue. “Now remember, no coming until I say.”
That was all the warning Teddy got before Nick swallowed his cock down—no preamble, no teasing licks, instead going straight for an impressive show of deep throating.
“There’s…definite…advantages to an experienced man in my bed,” Teddy panted, trying to act like he wasn’t dangerously close to climax already.
Nick laughed around Teddy’s cock before setting a slow—of freaking course—but deep rhythm with plenty of the hard suction that Teddy loved. And he upped the challenge by playing with Teddy’s balls with gentle explorations that had Teddy moaning and thrusting up to meet Nick’s talented mouth.
“You don’t play fair,” he groaned as Nick added some tongue action that was devilishly torturous to the underside of his cock.
“Nope.” Nick did it again, and Teddy’s hips bucked.
“Fuck. Gotta…”
“Nuh-uh. Not yet.” Nick moved to lick and suck at Teddy’s balls. He reached for the lube on the bed, and Teddy moaned even before Nick coated his fingers. And, oh fuck, Teddy thought he’d known torture before, but now with Nick licking his balls and shaft while working a finger inside, he was finding it tough to breathe, let alone keep himself from climaxing.
“Nick. Suck me,” he moaned, voice embarrassingly close to a whine.
“Don’t come,” Nick reminded him before sucking the head—and only the head—of his cock. Then he added a second finger, and it was all Teddy could do to clamp down on the urge to thrust up into Nick’s mouth and come.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” he chanted.
“But I’m having so much fun like this…” Nick seemed in absolutely no hurry to fuck, working Teddy’s gland like they’d done this a dozen times, him knowing exactly what Teddy liked. The steady, unrelenting pressure had Teddy ready to climb the walls.
“At least move so I can suck you at the same time,” Teddy wheedled. He was touching what he could reach of Nick—mainly his fuzzy head and solid shoulders—but he wanted more contact.
“Nope.” Nick teased his rim with a third finger. “Think you can do three?”
Given that Nick’s cock was hardly small, Teddy was all over the idea. “Fuck, yeah.”
“Good. You’re doing so good.” The praise washed over Teddy, made his insides glow. But he’d underestimated how much more three fingers would make him want to come, and no amount of breathing through it or trying to relax his muscle tension was helping. Nick didn’t help matters by showing off—adding a twist and stretch to his finger movements that had Teddy gasping.
“Please. You win. Please. I need to come.”
“I win?” Nick looked up from Teddy’s cock, eyes hot and heavy-lidded. “You sure?”
“Twenty seconds from coming sure. Fuck me. Now.” His eyes squished shut, and his head fell back as Nick continued the blissful assault.
Why can’t this be simple? The rogue thought wormed its way past all the pleasure to lodge in Teddy’s brain. But it was true—Nick had a way of taking all Teddy’s resolutions to keep things just sex and incinerating them, one nerve ending at a time. Because, sure, this was sex. But it was also mind-numbingly good, threatening to spoil him for others, and making him feel out of control on a level more than simply the physical.
“You want my cock?” Nick reached for the condom box Teddy had tossed on the bed.
“Fuck, yes.”
“Want to ride it?” After securing the condom, Nick lay on his back next to Teddy. “I want to watch you lose your mind. And no coming yet. I want a nice, long fuck.”
“Let me come and I’ll keep going,” Teddy tried to bargain, but Nick just laughed again.
“No way. You all desperate and begging is way too much fun for that.”
“You’re a sadist,” Teddy complained as he straddled Nick, who steadied his cock with one of his big hands.
“Hardly. I just love milking every drop of pleasure out of you that I can. If that’s kinky, I guess you could say I’ve got a fetish for making it last.” He put his other hand on Teddy’s ass, stopping him when Teddy would have plunged down, burn be damned. “Slow now. Don’t hurt yourself.”
“I have done this before…oh.” Teddy’s complaint died in a low moan as Nick’s cockhead breached his ring of muscle, an exquisite stretch. Nick might have a fetish for all things slow and controlled, but this right here was one of Teddy’s own kinks—the feeling of being impossibly full, taking a cock that almost seemed too big to work. He liked rubbing off, was a big fan of oral, and enjoyed topping, but there was something about getting fucked, especially by a large guy like Nick, that turned his crank big time.
“That’s it.” Nick fed into Teddy’s kink, coaxing him to take a little more, lowering him down millimeter by millimeter, controlling the descent with those strong arms of his. When Teddy would have grabbed his own cock, Nick stilled him with a hand. “Not yet. I’ll get you there, promise.”
“Ugh. Fuck.” Teddy was kind of beyond the ability to argue right then, every neuron in his body focused on taking that big cock, transforming the overwhelming sensations to light and pleasure. Giving up the struggle for control, he let Nick drive, moving him as he saw fit. Which was slow, but so fucking deep, Teddy almost didn’t care about speed.
“Touch me,” he begged. His hands were braced on Nick’s broad chest, and he could have easily touched himself, but waiting for Nick did something inside him, ratcheted up his enjoyment. Nick didn’t comply, but he did move Teddy faster, making him moan.
“So good.” Nick pulled him down for a kiss, which pushed his cock right against Teddy’s gland and made him gasp against Nick’s mouth. “Yeah? You like that?”
He thrust upward in short, little jabs that had Teddy seeing waterfalls of light, orgasm tantalizingly out of reach. Long moments passed when all he could do was close his eyes and moan.
“Oh fuck. Please. Please. Please.” His cock rubbed against Nick’s belly but it wasn’t enough. Finally, eternities later, Nick’s grip on his ass tightened, and he urged Teddy to sit up and move faster.
“Get yourself close,” Nick ordered.
“I’m there. Fuck. Touch me. Fuck. Nick.”
“Right with you.” Mercy of mercies, Nick finally gripped Teddy’s cock, and it didn’t even take two full strokes before Teddy was coming, voice reduced to little more than broken whimpers as he rode out his orgasm. He’d come before plenty—including with Nick—but he couldn’t remember a climax ever wringing him out like this, leaving him both physically and emotionally limp and boneless as Nick continued to thrust up. Teddy’s body was hypersensitive, but he kind of enjoyed the quick strokes that brought Nick off. Watching him finally let go of control was breathtaking, the way his muscles tensed even as his face went slack and he called Teddy’s name.
“There now. Was waiting so bad?” Nick held Teddy to his chest, voice warm in his ear.
“Awful.” Teddy yawned. He moved only enough to untangle their bodies, dispensing with the condom before continuing to use Nick as his personal pillow. “Worst thing ever.”
“Brat,” Nick said fondly, nuzzling Teddy’s neck. “I’ll just have to repeat the exercise again later.”
“Promises, promises.” Despite the early evening hour, he was sleepy and wanted a little nap with Nick before raiding the leftovers and doing it all over again. And as Nick stroked his hair and back, he felt his “just sex” resolve further slipping—it was hard to separate his like of what they did in bed from his like for this confounding, bossy, surprisingly affectionate man. But even so, Teddy couldn’t bring himself to push away, instead snuggling closer, risk and all.