Teddy liked kissing. It was fun and a great prelude to sex, but honestly, he wasn’t expecting much from kissing Nick. Not this almost palpable sizzle and rush of heat when their lips first met. When Nick had turned him down earlier, he hadn’t even seemed particularly tempted. Which was fine. Teddy wasn’t everyone’s type, and maybe Nick was either far pickier than Teddy or less hard up. No skin off Teddy’s back—it wasn’t like he had some grand crush. The board game had been fun, and he wasn’t deluding himself that Nick’s change of heart was about anything more than convenience.
But Nick surprised him now, kissing him hungrily. Needy even. And he was good at it, giving far from the perfunctory kiss Teddy had been expecting. His vague plan had been a fast kiss before blowing Nick, but the way he kissed made Teddy want to make a meal out of this. And the kiss might have been his idea, but Nick was unmistakably in control, holding him close while he plundered his mouth. His wide, generous mouth was far gentler than Teddy had expected, nipping and licking at Teddy’s lips, sighing softly when Teddy let him in. And he didn’t go right for tongue fucking like a lot of guys, instead making love to Teddy’s mouth with little strokes and slides, a slow build until Teddy’s plans went out the window, and he just wanted to live in this kiss, wallow in how damn spine-meltingly good it was.
Nick’s hands snaked under Teddy’s sweatshirt, cool against his overheated flesh. He wanted to touch too, so without breaking the kiss, he pushed the robe off Nick’s wide shoulders. Fuck but the man was chiseled. His skin wasn’t as warm as Teddy had expected, and he remembered that all Nick had on was the robe.
“Let’s get under the covers,” he whispered, pulling off his sweatshirt. Nick followed his lead, shucking the robe and climbing under the quilts, scooting over to make room for Teddy after he stripped down to his own boxers.
Nick laughed, a little smile tugging at his mouth. “Those are identical to the ones you gave me.”
“Yeah, same brand. I just ordered the wrong size by accident on the other pack and never sent them back.” Something flickered in Nick’s eyes, something that could be surprise or relief, and Teddy bristled. “What? Did you think I kept a supply for visitors? Or that they were a souvenir? I’m not that tacky.”
“Of course not.” Nick’s reply wasn’t quite fast enough, but Teddy didn’t really want to argue over his assumption that Teddy was some sort of manwhore. Not when Nick was waiting on the warm bed, holding the covers back for him, all inviting. And especially not when Nick grinned. “Come here.”
Teddy couldn’t resist that smile, which was still rare enough to feel like witnessing a rainbow. He slid in next to Nick, close enough that their bare chests met, and they both groaned. Not wanting to wait to kiss Nick again, he pulled him close and found his mouth. He’d left the bedside light on, which cast a rosy glow on them both. Lying like this, the height difference wasn’t quite so obvious, which Teddy liked. It made it easier to just let go and enjoy the kiss.
Of course, there was no disguising Nick’s massive arms, which hauled Teddy closer, allowing Nick to take over the kiss again. He kissed like he hadn’t had it in years, but there was also wonder there, like he hadn’t realized what he’d been missing, like Teddy was the answer to a problem he hadn’t realized he had. And for all that need, his lips were soft and tender, a contrast to the hard cock pressing against Teddy’s thigh.
He tasted like cocoa and surprise, and he made the best moans, especially when Teddy got bold and sucked on his questing tongue. Like Nick, he was hard, but he wasn’t in any particular rush to get off, not when the kissing was this good. Huddled under the covers, snow still coming down outside, warm bed underneath them, it felt like their own little escape from the rest of the world. Teddy had told Nick that he could pretend, but the longer they kissed, the more he found himself being the fanciful one, pretending that this was real, something more than two convenient bodies passing in the cold night.
And it sure as hell felt real. He’d had plenty of casual hookups, and this felt different, felt like Nick needed him and not just an orgasm. Casual hookups didn’t usually make out like this, and Nick’s possessive mouth and deep growls had a way of driving all memories of other encounters from Teddy’s head. Hell, even Sean hadn’t kissed like this and they’d been boyfriends for years.
And Sean had been built like Teddy, skinny and short, and no way had he been able to manhandle Teddy around like Nick could when he tugged Teddy on top so Teddy was straddling him. He used his big hands to guide Teddy into grinding against him. Teddy was perfectly capable of setting his own rhythm, but something about how Nick moved him turned his crank like little else.
“That’s it,” Nick groaned. “Just like that. Fuck, you feel good.”
“Wanna try this with skin,” he panted against Nick’s mouth, stroking his hands down Nick’s broad, fuzzy chest before tugging at the waistband of his boxers. They both shimmied out of their underwear, and then he was gasping as their bare cocks touched. Nick’s huge hands and feet had had Teddy hopeful, and his cock didn’t disappoint, thick and heavy with a plump, cut head.
He really did want to get his mouth on that cock, but this sort of rubbing off was a novelty, something he hadn’t done much of, and he was okay with letting Nick lead, seeing what he had in mind. And apparently what he had in mind was more kissing, pulling Teddy close for another blistering attack on his mouth.
The covers slid off his shoulders, pooling around their legs, and the cool air intensified the feeling, like every nerve ending was singing. He liked the kissing, he really did, but he was also weirdly restless. He’d expected Nick to want a fast orgasm and sleep, not this languid pace. He stroked down Nick’s shoulders and arms as they kissed before trying to work a hand between them.
“Impatient?” Nick licked Teddy’s neck.
“Wanna touch you,” Teddy groaned, because yes he did want to touch him, but also he needed to get back on familiar ground, not have to deal with all the unexpected and not entirely wanted feelings coursing through him. He needed to remind his body this was all about sex and nothing else.
“Mmm. Yeah, you can touch.” Nick’s voice was a warm rumble as he pushed Teddy into more of a sitting position. This latest show of Nick’s strength had a happy shiver racing through Teddy’s body. Nick grabbed Teddy’s right hand, bringing it to his mouth. The way he sucked and licked at Teddy’s fingers and palm had him squirming and wondering what else Nick’s mouth might be good at. Then, not releasing Teddy’s hand, Nick brought it to his cock.
And really, Teddy should not be finding this kind of bossiness sexy, but hell if it didn’t work on some sort of primal level, Nick guiding him to the speed and pressure he liked, which turned out to be a lighter grip than Teddy would have used on his own cock and more of the glacial pace that Teddy’s body couldn’t decide if it liked.
“You’re different than I expected,” he admitted.
“Oh?” Nick’s eyebrows went up.
“Kind of figured you’d be all about getting off fast.”
Nick laughed, deep and rich. “And you’re way more antsy than I figured. No, I don’t like to rush. The way I see it, I do this so rarely that when I do, I like to take my time. Kinda like a nice meal, one you know is going to have to last you awhile.”
“That makes sense.” And it also made Teddy a little sad. A great guy like Nick deserved to have this all the time, deserved to not be going around on some sort of self-imposed starvation diet. “Not a ton of opportunity around here either.”
“Then stop rushing.” Nick pulled him down for another kiss. “I think I miss kissing most of all.”
Unwarranted jealousy surged in Teddy’s chest. It was clear from Nick’s wistful tone that there had been someone, someone special. And Teddy couldn’t be him, but he damn sure could push him from Nick’s thoughts, could kiss like Nick was going to be handing out scorecards afterward. He sucked and licked at Nick’s lips, using every trick he knew to make Nick moan. Lord, but he wanted to make this man unravel. If Nick wanted a meal, then Teddy wanted to be his filet mignon or maybe a really spectacular dessert. Something damn memorable.
Moving Teddy’s hand aside, Nick lined up both their cocks and started a slow, barely there stroke. The friction of Nick’s cock against his had Teddy close to the edge too fast.
“Sssh. Slow,” Nick soothed, voice low. “You’ll get there, I promise.”
“Want it.” Teddy wanted to make Nick undone, but his was the needy voice, his was the trembling body. This was so, so much more than he’d bargained for, almost more than he could take, the way Nick stripped him bare, made him feel.
And still he wanted more.
Needed more.
He surged against Nick, pouring everything into the kiss. He stopped trying to rush and just lost himself to the moment, which stretched on and on. Nick kept up a steady but soft rhythm with his hand on their cocks. For a big guy, he really was remarkably gentle.
Teddy was tempted to offer to bottom, but that would mean stopping kissing, which he was loath to do. And he already felt too much. Fucking just might end him, ruin him for other casual sex. As it was, he knew he’d be craving these kisses for months.
But then it was entirely possible that spring would come and they’d still be here, wrapped together, kissing. Finally, Nick growled, licking and biting at Teddy’s neck before his hand tightened.
“Fuck. You’re too sweet.”
“Yes.” Teddy wasn’t even sure what he was agreeing with, just that he loved this.
“Gonna come for me?” Nick picked up speed. “Wanna watch you go.”
“Oh.” All Teddy could do was make a desperate noise, all thoughts of being the one to undo Nick fleeing in a rush of sensation. Nick wet his own hand with his tongue and watching him lick himself had Teddy almost shooting on the spot, even more so when Nick returned his damp hand to their cocks.
“Need to come.”
“That’s it. Show me what you want.” Nick encouraged him to fuck his fist, his other big hand on Teddy’s ass, urging him on. His eyes locked on Teddy, as if he was trying to memorize him, and that feeling of being watched, being wanted, sent Teddy tumbling over into orgasm.
“Coming,” he gasped. “Oh fuck.”
Something inside Nick finally seemed to crack, and even as Teddy shook with the force of his orgasm, he kept his gaze on Nick. Watching him use Teddy’s come as lube was one of the sexiest things he’d witnessed, and it didn’t take long before Nick moaned, climaxing all over his fist, slippery fluid mingling with Teddy’s.
“Jesus. Needed that.” Nick’s smile was surprisingly tender as he stroked Teddy’s arms and back. Teddy grabbed for his boxers, using them to clean them both off before pulling the covers up over them and settling back down on Nick’s chest. He figured Nick would probably move him off in another minute or two, but until then, Teddy wanted to luxuriate in this, the warm, solid body underneath him.
Maybe it had just been the end to a long dry spell for Nick, but it was among the best sex of Teddy’s life and he was already greedy for more. And in what had to be a hopeful sign for a repeat, Nick didn’t push him away, instead keeping up his slow, lazy touches on Teddy’s back as his breathing slowed.
“You can sleep like this,” he mumbled.
Yup. Nick didn’t know it yet, but the one thing Teddy had going for him was determination. And maybe Nick was only in the area for another month, but Teddy was going to make the most of it. Maybe he wasn’t ever going to find what he most wanted in life and maybe his heart would end up a little battered by the time Nick left, but Teddy wasn’t letting go of a good thing. This strange, wonderful, and completely unexpected thing. He wanted more, and he was for darn sure going to get it, regardless of how many objections his cranky Santa threw his way.