Page 68 of King of the Crease

“Just give them a firm tug.”

Nick pulls with all his might and falls over.

“Here. Let me help.” I have to use my full upper arm strength to yank them free. “Did you pack pajamas?”

He pats his overnight bag.

“I’m going to brush my teeth with my non-Nick-approved toothpaste and get changed.” I point to the bathroom attached to my bedroom. In a few minutes, I’m going to climb into my bed with a guy—my boyfriend! We’re going to cuddle. I miss cuddling. I have a great body for cuddling.

I sleep in a T-shirt and mesh shorts. I never get cold enough to need sweats or pajama pants. It’s a bit difficult getting changed into my sleep outfit with a rock hard boner. Taking off pants and underwear and putting on shorts with my dick sticking straight out, in a bathroom not much bigger than a broom closet, is a challenge, but I manage. My body is fucking chattering with anticipation.

Deep breath, Hank. Nick seems tired. He probably wants to sleep. He’s drunk. He should sleep. I’m going to hold his body against mine while we sleep. That’s a win.

I brush my teeth and use mouthwash. I take a calming breath before I exit the bathroom.

We will not be sleeping.

The lights are off. The candle I set out has been lit. Nick sits in the bed under the covers, no shirt. His glorious chest with glorious dusting of hair glows in the soft light.

A bottle of lube and a box of condoms sit on the nightstand.

“Wow,” is my only response. “You got comfortable.”

“I used your son’s bathroom to brush my teeth,” he says. The water and bread, as well as the understanding of what’s to come, sobered him up.

“Smart thinking.”

He pats the space next to him. I approach the bed. He holds his hand up.

“I’m, uh, not wearing anything.” He blushes. Like me, he isn’t a natural seducer. We’re not suave guys. But damn if it’s not working on me.

“Do you always sleep in the nude?”

He shakes his head no. “I’m not ready to go to sleep.”

Message fucking received. I yank my shirt off and shove my shorts to the floor in two seconds flat. My dick juts out in front of me, like a magnet being pulled right to Nick.

I get under the covers, the soft sheets making my skin tingle, and slide in next to Nick. I pull Nick against me, letting my dick grind into his soft ass. I run my hands over his back and ass and thighs, skimming over his hard cock. I breathe in the light sweat on his neck, the scent of his clean shampoo mixed with the lingering smell of being in eight bars packed with college kids. My fingers dance through his chest hair. If he so much as shifts his ass, I could blow my load.

“Nick, Nick, Nick,” I whisper into his ear. Goosebumps prickle his skin. “Beautiful Nick.”

“Hank. My teddy bear, Hank.” Nick nuzzles his head against me.

He turns around and kisses me, soft at first. Our tongues flick against one another as the heat builds. I cup his chin in my hand and kiss him deeper, stroking his beard.

The scratch of our chests rubbing together sends shivers of need through my body. My cock pokes into his, then rests against his rough mound of pubic hair. All new sensations flood across me.

Our lips press harder, soft pecks giving way to hungry kisses full of need and lust. He runs his hands through my chest and stomach hair. I have a lot more of it than him.

He pulls me closer, so tight that I crush him against the bed.

“I love feeling you on me,” he says through gasps. “I want you so bad, Hank.”

“You have me.”

Nick’s hands are at my waist, and we’re kissing like it’s something we’ve been practicing for years instead of something we’ve both been pretending not to want.

His mouth is soft. Warm. Careful in a way that makes my chest ache.