Alex's throat burned with the unspoken hunger to devour the man before him but he held himself back.
He didn't touch him more even though he wanted to. He was scared to do that because he knew he shouldn't be doing anything with Nico.... he just couldn't take it anymore.
He needed this.
He needed....him.
His hands clenched Nico's hips tighter, digging into firm muscle instead of the familiar curves he used to chase around while in denial.
He had to stop. He should stop. But the heat radiating off Nico's body dragged him under like a riptide.
Words clung to the back of Nico's throat, thick with need and warning, but they never came. Not when Alex's mouth was just mere inches away.
Then, just when he was about to stop him, that mouth crashed into his, hard kisses silencing any thought of rules or warnings. A slick tongue followed, tasting, teasing, conquering. The smoky burn of Scotch-flavored breath mingled with the heat curling low in their stomachs.
Alex groaned, a desperate, guttural sound that made Nico's cock twitch and then Nico moved slowly to enjoy every second of the kiss while he guided Alex backward until his knees hit the edge of the bed. A second of hesitation. Then it happened.
A firm hand dove down the front of Alex's jeans, fingers wrapping around the straining length still shielded by briefs.
The first stroke made Alex's knees buckle.
"Fuck, Nico—" He collapsed back onto the bed, dragging Nico down with him.
Nico's weight settled over him, delicious and dangerous. He clawed at Alex's shirt, yanking it up, exposing bare skin inch by inch. Hot, open-mouthed kisses followed, tongue licking a path down his throat, nipping at the thudding pulse.
Then teeth scraped his nipple. Alex shuddered so violently it felt like his soul was trying to leave his body.
The alcohol. That had to be the reason. He'd had too much. That's what this was. Liquid courage. Drunken rebellion. Not real.
But god, it felt so real.
Somewhere in his dazed mind, Alex let go. The part of him that cared about tomorrow, about consequences, about identity, completely shattered.
He tore at Nico's shirt until the man finally leaned back and ripped it off himself.
Abs like chiseled marble. That dark, wild hair. The hunger in his mysterious yet beautiful eyes.
Alex flipped him with a grunt, pinning Nico to the bed. His own shirt flew off and hit the floor, forgotten. Lowering himself chest to chest, skin to skin, a shock of heat lit his nerves on fire.
Grabbing a fistful of Nico's hair, Alex crushed their mouths together again. It was messy, wet, and desperate. The kind of kiss that left bruises and rewrote boundaries entirely.
Nico whimpered against his mouth, grinding up against him. "Fuck, Alex….yes. You feel so damn good." One hand slithered between their bodies and tugged on the button of Alex's pants. "Please. Let me touch you."
Alex arched, granting him all the access he needed. The zipper was loud in the quiet room. Then Nico's hand found his cock and wrapped around it, stroking gently through the cotton.
"Goddamn…" Alex gasped, tearing his mouth away to breathe.
But Nico wasn't near done. He squeezed around the base, slowing Alex's impending orgasm with practiced fingers. "Roll over for me now."
Obeying almost immediately, breath ragged, Alex flopped to the side.
Nico moved fast. Jeans, shoes quickly removed. His own pants followed.
What was left made Alex forget how to think. Strong thighs, long legs, and a hard cock that matched the ache inside him. He was the embodiment of temptation. One he couldn't resist.
Nico's eyes burned as he crawled back up the bed. He touched Alex with both reverence and fire, tracing lines along his thighs, teasing everywhere but where he knew Alex wanted it the most.
Alex's breath hitched as their cocks made contact.
"You're so fucking hot, Alex Reed," Nico muttered, dragging a finger through the clear pre cum at the tip of Alex's erection. Slowly, deliberately, he raised it to his lips and licked it clean.
Alex groaned, one long, trembling sound.
Then Nico's hand pressed against the damp cotton, rubbing slowly. "Do you want me to take care of this needy dick of yours? Do you really want this?"
A moan escaped, sharp and broken. "God, yes. Please…"
Nico peeled away the last barrier. Alex's cock sprung free, thick, flushed and aching.
But instead of giving in to temptation, Nico undressed the rest of the way, climbing between Alex's parted legs with the kind of confidence that made Alex's pulse stutter.
Their gazes locked and something wild flashed in Nico's eyes, something that made Alex feel wanted in a way he hadn't dared to want.
Nico leaned forward again, licked a nipple, letting his cock drag across Alex's.
"Fuck—" Alex arched, jaw clenched.
Nico pulled back. Alex's arm flew over his face like he was ashamed of how wrecked he was.
"I've always…" Nico stopped himself. He couldn't risk ruining the moment by telling him he'd wanted him since they were in high-school.
He dropped a hand between Alex's legs, avoiding the throbbing length completely. "Tell me what you want exactly."
Alex writhed beneath him, muscles twitching, but still refused to speak.
"Tell me." This time Nico growled the words. His grip on Alex's thighs tightened, holding him still.
Alex trembled, breath ragged, surrender in his eyes.
"Suck me," he whispered. Then louder, clearer, needier he said, "Please. I need you."
He dragged Nico down and kissed him like he was dying.
"Please, Nico. Please," he begged between kisses. "I need you to suck me hard."