Page 82 of King of the Crease

“Whoops.” I get us back up, then we continue on, barely making it to the foot of the stairs before collapsing again.

“Let’s stay,” Nick says. I love how there’s a Jekyll-and-Hyde quality to Nick. He can be classy and reserved, and then out comes the ravenous Mr. Hyde with delicious fantasies, dark shadows dancing in his eyes.

“Fuck me in the hallway,” he says with all the confidence of a man who knows exactly what he wants.

“Fuck yeah,” I utter back.

The hallway upstairs is barely wide enough for one person, let alone two grown men who apparently cannot keep their hands to themselves.

I back into the wall with a soft thump, laughing under my breath as Nick kisses me again—warm, eager, a little breathless like he’s still surprised this is allowed. The old floorboards creak beneath us, the house settling around us like it knows a secret.

We don’t make it to the bedroom.

We shed our clothes in a trail that leads halfway down the hall. He’s in his underwear, hair falling into his eyes, cheeks flushed pink in a way that has nothing to do with the winter cold outside.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, though he clearly isn’t.

“Don’t you dare apologize,” I whisper back, voice already gone rough.

He moves again, slow and searching, and my brain short-circuits completely. I’ve spent my whole life being the big guy, the dependable one, the friend people lean on—but right now I’m the one holding on, dizzy with how much I want him. Every small movement feels like a confession neither of us has said out loud yet.

Nick slinks down and pulls my pants to my knees. He kneels on the top step, me lying flat in the hallway. He takes my cock in his mouth before I even know what’s happening. I watch his bearded cheeks puff out as his mouth bobs up and down like my dick is a candy cane.

“Damn.” I press his head down to gag on my cock for a second.

He moans, face full of cock. His cheeks flush with vibrant color when he comes up for air.

“Get over here.” I use two fingers to gesture him to me. He knows what I want.

Nick takes off his pants and sits on my face, his smooth ass blocking out the light above us. I open him wide and lick a stripe down the center to his pink hole. I grunt against him, his skin hot to my touch, his hard cock quivering and leaking pre-come on my chest.

“You taste so good. You taste like…man.”

“Feels so good, Hank.”

He leans forward, giving me better access to spread him apart while he returns his mouth to enveloping my cock. I swirl my tongue around his opening while my dick fills his mouth. He clenches under my touch; the soft hairs at the top of his thighs tickling my face. I rub my thumb against his hole while I slick it up, eager to stretch it wide.

He stands up and runs to the bedroom, coming back a few seconds later with lube. We decided that we no longer needed condoms since we’re exclusive and have had embarrassingly inactive sex lives before we met each other.

Nick coats my dick. I’m so hard, I don’t know if I’ll last more than a few seconds.

He sits on my cock, his face going through the initial discomfort all the way to absolute pleasure as he lowers himself down. His skin is flush and alive as he zeroes in on me with his eyes wide as saucers. His heat pulses against my dick.

His forehead rests against mine for a moment, breaths mingling. The hallway light behind him makes his eyes look impossibly dark, soft in a way that hits me straight in the chest.

Nick bounces on me, throwing his head back with abandon. I love the feel of his thighs against mine, of his weight on me, of the rough feel of his hairy legs. I’ve memorized his chest hair pattern by this point. His stiff cock thwacks against my stomach, leaving a trail of precome in its wake. I lift my hips and get super deep inside him. He rakes his eyes over my body. My plaid shirt is still on but open. He runs his hands over my chest and stomach, ruffling through my chest hair, nothing but lust in his eyes.

“You are so fucking hot, Hank. I can’t fucking stand it.”

I may never get over that, no matter how many times Nick says it.

I realize, somewhere between one heartbeat and the next, that I’m not just fooling around anymore.

I’m falling. Fully. Hopelessly.

My hands slide up his back, pulling him closer as he smiles down at me—open, happy, real—and the world narrows to the sound of our laughter, our breathing, and the quiet certainty that I don’t want this moment to end.

I hold Nick in place and jackhammer into him. Heat builds in my core as I feel him tighten around my cock. His cries sound like pleas as he shoots out come across my torso. Not as voluminous as the first time, but just as powerful. I jut my hips up and fill him with my release.