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Nikolas chuckled and mimicked, “Wilson…”
“Oh, for God’s sake. What about skiing then? No water or pirates or castaways anywhere near.”
Nikolas nodded as if he thought this was a very good idea, but countered, “Avalanche—if we don’t get run off a road first…”
“Jesus. Okay, a city break…art galleries and shit.”
“Well, that’s tempting. I’d really enjoy dragging you aroundart galleries and shit.”
“You come up with something then!”
“I did, some time ago. You’re ignoring it.”
“I’ll get to it when we’ve decided on this holiday. Experience tells me it won’t go away.”
Nikolas grinned around his cigarette. After a significant pause when it appeared as if he was genuinely trying to be helpful, he suggested, “Animals?” Then swiftly added, “Notbears. A safari?”
Ben couldn’t help it: he had an immediate image of them lost on a barren plain somewhere surrounded by lions. Hungry ones. Nikolas chuckled as if he could read Ben’s mind.
Ben grit his teeth. “Exploring ruins! I’ve never seen Machu Picchu.”
“Dear God. You made me watch a movie about killer undergrowth at some ruins only last week!”
“That wasMexico.”
“No onegot out alive.”
“A train journey? Totally safe. That long one across Canada, or maybe that one in Russia?”
Nikolas raised his brows, apparently thinking this through.
“What?”
As this was accompanied with a poke to the ribs, Nikolas winced before replying, “I was just picturing two weeks trapped on a train with you going stir crazy…again.” He dodged the punch, but the physicality of the moment made them both remember what they’d been doing when the holiday problem interrupted them. Nikolas made a play of stabbing out his cigarette then rose predatory and grinning over Ben, kissing against his ear, “Turn over.”
Ben almost resisted, but he needed it as much as Nikolas, and it never really mattered who went first—they always evened the score eventually.
He turned and lay spread on his stomach and the groan of delight from Nikolas was music to Ben’s ears. He lived his life wanting to give Nikolas pleasure, and he knew that the main way he achieved this still was by surrendering his body. It was a powerful message for any man, anyalpha maleto send to another—foryouI consent to be taken, penetrated, owned. He felt Nikolas’s hardness edging into him and relaxed to the intrusion, blowing out, hanging his head until the sting subsided. Nikolas eased an arm around Ben's neck, lifting his head back up, and then he surged into him. Ben cried out and pushed back, arching, spreading his legs, rising to his hands and knees, solid and strong and something Nikolas could fight and pound and never really hurt when he let his strength fly free. Ben worked the fucking with as much intensity as Nikolas did behind him. He knew every signal Nik sent him now: when to clench, when to lower or raise his hips so his accommodation of the rod deep inside him was complete, until each thrust gave them both equal levels of delight. Finally, no words spoken, Ben knew Nikolas was about to come. The thrusting turned to a long, shuddering cling of pure bliss, and Ben groaned and allowed his own orgasm to rip out of him as Nikolas flooded deeply inside.
Sinking slowly onto his belly, Ben took Nikolas with him, still embedded, and they lay, one beneath the other, their deep, restorative breathing the only sound in the room; the heat between their sticky skin and the throb of the pounding the only sensations Ben could now feel. Sometimes, making love to Nikolas Mikkelsen more resembled combat than comfort, but Ben wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Space?”
“Sorry.” Ben shifted a little to allow Nikolas to detach and lie alongside him, but Nikolas didn’t move.
“A space holiday.”
“Was that just tobacco in that cigarette?”
He felt Nikolas re-adjust his position slightly and grunted at the spine-cracking yet delicious weight on his back. “One day it will be possible—holidays in space.”
“But not by January.”
“No, not by January, I suppose.”
“And you’d go alone if they were. No way I’m going in aspaceanything.”
“Why not?”
