Page 45 of Not Your Golden Boy

The second was related to what Javier had told him in the beginning about Nikky wanting an older man to pretend to date. Consciously or not, Nikky had known he needed a protector. He’d sought out someone who could fight the battle for him. Or rather, Javier had called on someone he trusted to keep Nikky safe from himself.

He owed Javier the biggest fruit basket that had ever been created in thanks.

Harry hated that he’d taken the job solely so he could fuck over the industry that had rejected him all those years ago. That had been his motivation, but now things were personal. He cared about Nikky, and if Nikky needed a knight in shining armor, he would don the suit and mount up, sword in hand.

“Right,” Harry said, taking charge of the situation and of Nikky like they’d been in a Dom/sub relationship for years. “We’re going to deal with this together. Forget going back to the hotel, you’re staying with me tonight. Recording is on pause for now. I don’t want you out of my sight until we get rid of this Holberg bastard.”

“I have to show up for recording,” Nikky said, worry sharp in his expression. “Right now, that’s my job.”

“I’ll deal with Albion,” Harry insisted. “We have a history. I’m not afraid to stand up to him. I’ll deal with your manager and your agent and anyone else who thinks they have a stake in your career. I might just want to review everything you’ve got going on to make sure your team is really looking out for you.”

Nikky flinched back and looked at Harry with a spark in his eyes that was at odds with the anxiety that still encircled him like a too-hot blanket. “Is this some sort of kink thing?” he asked.

“What if it is?” Harry answered playfully.

Nikky went bright red and glanced off, the barest hint of a smile on his face. He peeked coyly at Harry through his long lashes, and Harry nearly came on the spot.

“I’ll take that as your answer,” he said, laughing breathlessly. “But don’t worry about all that. Right now, the only thing you need to worry about is giving me all the information I need to go after Holberg and get him to leave you the fuck alone.”

“You’d do that?” Nikky asked, meeting Harry’s eyes again.

“Baby, for you I’d do anything,” Harry said, brushing the side of Nikky’s face.

Nikky smiled and relaxed into the touch. The simple gesture had parts of Harry he’d mostly just ignored as entertainment roaring to life. This wasn’t just a game. He could do real good, serve a real, meaningful purpose, by taking charge of Nikky with a firm hand. He’d definitely entertain the idea.

But first, they needed to deal with the mountain of problems Nikky had been collecting for longer than he probably knew. They had to make Holberg go away, like Nikky had set out to do from the beginning, and then he had to take on Albion.

fourteen

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Nikky’s night had gone from fun with friends to horror from Holberg to a sense of relief and even surrender with Harry so fast that the emotional roller coaster left him completely exhausted. Not so exhausted that he didn’t let Harry take him to bed and make love to him until he was a quivering pile of satisfaction, however. Harry was amazing in bed. That alone would have kept Nikky burrowed against him through the night, never wanting to leave the side of someone who could make him feel so good.

It was more than just the way Harry made him feel physically, though. Since Harry had entered Nikky’s life, it was like he could breathe again, or maybe for the first time ever. Harry made him feel safe, like someone was genuinely looking out for him. Which was bizarre, considering the whole thing was meant to be an act.

It had stopped being an act, at least for him, the first time Harry had smiled at him.

He smiled himself at the memory and pressed that smile into the muscle of Harry’s shoulder as they lay together with the morning light peeking in through the blinds. Birds were singing somewhere outside the window, but the drone of traffic hadn’t started up for the day yet, which Nikky loved, especially since they were in a city. Everything felt peaceful and right, like he could finally catch his breath long enough to get his life together.

He’d thought Harry was still asleep, based on the slow rhythm of his breathing, but as soon as Nikky pressed a kiss into his shoulder, Harry turned his head to smile at him.

“Good morning,” he said, voice groggy. “You’re up early.” He shifted his hand to the side, cupping Nikky’s half-hard cock.

In seconds, it was more than half hard. Nikky’s grin turned into a lazy laugh. “I didn’t want to waste time sleeping when I could spend it with you.” As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he laughed and buried his face against the pillow. “God, that sounds so cheesy.”

Harry laughed comfortably with him. He rolled to his side and gathered Nikky into his arms. “I love cheese,” he said, then slanted his mouth over Nikky’s.

It wasn’t a deep kiss. Not with morning breath. Nikky enjoyed it all the same. He closed his eyes and sighed into it, letting the rest of the world disappear and only Harry remain. The man’s body was a dream, and the effusive care Harry showed for him was as powerful as any touch.

Nikky was lost to it in seconds. He closed his eyes and breathed into the feeling as Harry moved from kissing his lips to trailing kisses across his jaw and down his neck. Nikky never would have thought that his neck was such an erogenous zone. Or maybe the rush of pleasure came from the way Harry reached to cup and play with his balls, then slipped his hand up Nikky’s now full cock to stroke it while kissing him.

It was heady and beautiful. A part of Nikky’s mind urged him to reciprocate and make Harry feel as good as the man was making him feel, but he couldn’t act on that. He couldn’t do anything but lie there and let Harry touch him and excite him and bring him to orgasm in way too short a time.

“Harry,” he gasped as his whole body reverberated with the simple climax. He thrust into Harry’s hand as he came messily all over it.

The moment was like pure sin wrapped up in a heavenly cloak. When Nikky floated down from the high, Harry was watching him with a heated smile. As Nikky opened his eyes and burst into a smile at the pure joy radiating from his lover, Harry playfully wiped his sticky hand on Nikky’s belly.

“That’s how mornings should be,” he said, then, with a surge of energy, kissed Nikky on the nose, then rolled to get out of bed. “I’m going to hit the shower first, then I’ll make breakfast.”