Reluctantly pulling back, Nikolai forced himself to rise to his feet, dragging the other man with him, stumbling a few times.
Lucien felt everything...
The lingering heat from Nikolai's hand was already sliding up Nikolai's thigh, squeezing hard, lips parting as if to say something he couldn't find. When Nikolai finally stood, Lucien stumbled up too, legs still weak. He tugged his underwear back into place, still painfully hard.
Nikolai barely gave Lucien enough time to pull that underwear up. Personally he would have loved to just take him to the bedroom with that dick of his dangling but he needed to act nice. Once Lucien deemed himself decent enough, Nikolai impatiently took him down the hall where the scent of Lucien grew stronger, indicating where their room was, like a vixen luring humans into her lair.
"Just see it as…us relieving a medical issue, makes it less horrible, yeah?"
The realization also struck Lucien quickly—knowing Nikolai was taking him straight to his room.
'Because of my scent.'
That damn scent.
The thought alone made his cock twitch.
He followed, half-ready to help Nikolai each time he faltered, scoffing under his breath.
"Should I pretend that you haven't been wanting this since the first time we met," he teased, voice husky despite Claire's name clawing into his head again.
Nikolai parted his lips and chuckled, "That's besides the point, princess."
And Lucien rolled his eyes, a bit irked but not as much he should have been, perhaps it was due to that sweet scent thickening but his veins felt on fire. Just what was this bastard trying to do?
Once in the room, Nikolai wasn't sure what the plan was. His only concern was to address Lucien's…stiff issue. But if Lucien believed that a cold shower would do the trick…he'd have to comply.
At least in his own way.
Guiding the male to the bathroom that connected to their room, into the walk-in shower stall, enclosing both of them inside, trapped with each other. He pulled away, turning his back towards the other male to twist the nozzle so that cold lukewarm sprayed the both of them, soaking their already sweat damped clothing.
Lucien started, heavy-voiced, "What are you—" but was cut off when Nikolai stepped into the walk-in shower. And without thinking, Lucien followed.
A cold shower?
Together?
That wasn't going to work.
Not when even fully clothed, Nikolai's shoulders, waist, ass—fuck—were enough to make him bite his tongue.
Nikolai's body shivered from the frigid impact, a hiss slipping between his lips, but the heat growing at the pit of his stomach remained, his cock still erect and angry.
The water started soaking Nikolai's shirt to his back. Lucien hissed, fists clenched, nails biting his palms. And then the rustling came as Nikolai began to strip—wet fabric peeling off.
Nikolai started with his tie and shirt, the fabric sliding off his shoulders with ease revealing sculpted shoulder blades littered in scars, some older and scarred while others unusually fresher as if afflicted weeks ago.
There was nothing Nikolai was ashamed of when it came to his physical state, rather he found confidence in all that he had to endure, taking pleasure in his grandfather's dissatisfaction.
Lucien couldn't stop himself. He drank in every scar, every bruise on that lean, muscular body. His patience snapped. His hand slid across wet skin, over shoulder blades, down the ridges of his back.
Nikolai felt every touch and everything in him wanted to just grab Lucien and have his way with him but not yet—Next were his pants.
Thanks to Lucien unbuttoning them earlier, they pooled at his feet along with his boxers, his plump ass out in full view. With a glance over his shoulder and a breathy chuckle, Nikolai gave a small nod towards the shower head.
"You still think this thing is going to help?"
That was the last straw.
Lucien grabbed Nikolai's shoulder, turning him swiftly and slammed him against the wall—but his palm cradled the back of Nikolai's head, careful, not to add to his bruises.
Nikolai's breath hitched.
It had never occurred to him that his choice of partners in the past were quite similar to each other, smaller and submissive–and yet here was someone who was nearly the same stature and build as him, quite the opposite to what he was used to. Having never been subjected to the feeling of being cornered or in this case entrapment, the slick maneuver of spinning him and being pressed between a man with just as much passion as he would do, had Nikolai almost swooning.
Almost.
Lucien's cock pressed to him, his scent spilling out thick into the air as if trying to seduce the man into ruin. He growled low, lips brushing close.
"Getting me in here—how the fuck is this supposed to work when you're stripping like that?"
Lucien's hand slid down Nikolai's chest, stomach, until it gripped his waist, pulling him closer.
A sharp inhale was all Nikolai could muster when the wave of scented pine and rain crashed into in addition to the sudden pressure of their bodies melding together like puzzle pieces neatly placed.
For once in his life, he felt…vulnerable under someone else's touch. Like as if he wasn't the one with the upper hand this time.
Lucien bit his lip, leaned in, utterly enchanted by Nikolai, by his reaction to him— But then Claire's face ripped through his haze. Burned. He tore back like scalded, eyes squeezed shut.
"I shouldn't have led you on," he forced out, tight, raw. "I'm sorry. But I have a girlfriend."
His words were so cliché that he cringed hard at that himself. And with that, Lucien shoved the shower door open, every nerve screaming, ready to run.
The trail of Lucien's hands sliding down his body brought shivers, goosebumps along the way. Had it not been for the abrupt detachment of their bodies, Nikolai probably would have let Lucien do whatever he wanted to him, no questions asked.
But a girlfriend, huh.
No surprise there. Lucien was an attractive man, after all. It was just annoying that someone else got to his kitten first.
But did Nikolai care about that? Not at all.
At least not at the moment of haziness and lust drowned in each other's scent. He did care, though, when Lucien had made the move to leave. The feeling of emptiness when the warmth that pressed against his body was removed, his hands and arms hesitantly moving forward towards the other, searching.
The slip happened within seconds.
The water had made the floor slippery, and with how clumsy Lucien was, falling was the only option.
It was only at the thud of a body hitting the shower floor did Nikolai realize that Lucien had fallen, their feet fell victim to the slick surface of the ground. Much to his delight and amusement mixed with a tad bit of concern, Nikolai couldn't hold the building chuckle, erupting in fits of laughter once he was sure Lucien hadn't bashed open their head.
A confession so serious turned into a comedy act merely from a slip. How could he let this man go after feeling this much enjoyment and entertainment.
Lucien's mortification was written all over his face—flushed, jaw tight, veins standing out in his neck as he lay sprawled beneath Nikolai. The throbbing pain in the back of his skull mixed with humiliation made his insides twist.
Fuck, if there was ever a time he wanted the earth to swallow him whole, it was now.
He swallowed hard, teeth grinding as he glared daggers up at Nikolai, but the bastard's laughter only made it worse. He didn't even have the strength to tell him to shut up—his body was betraying him, his cock aching, leaking, and begging for friction even as his pride screamed otherwise.
Using this sudden accident as an opportunity, Nikolai then went down on his knees once more, this time straddling Lucien's lap so that his bare cock merely hovered over Lucien's clothed one.
Lucien was too stunned to react as if he truly couldn't believe this and yet at the same time, it didn't surprise him as much as it made his body hum.
"So what if you've got a girlfriend?"
With a meticulous drag of Lucien's boxers to free the monster underneath, Nikolai was pleased that it was still just as hard as ever.
Lucien as if frozen just stared and yet ached at the same time. The heat, the friction and need gnawed.
"Like I said…hah... Just think of this as helping your symptoms…Nnng.."
Nikolai's hips grinded down, one arm placed on the shower wall above Lucien to bear his weight, meshing their shafts together.
When that hot, hard length slid against Lucien's own, his own cock free, Lucien let out a guttural sound—half warning, half broken moan. His hand shot out to grip Nikolai's wrist to stop him.
"Nikolai…"
Lucien's voice cracked, weakly trying to hold some control, but his grip on the man's wrist faltered, slipping until his arm fell uselessly against the slick floor.