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I kiss the side of his head and pull away. He looks contrite, like he’s preemptively apologizing for whatever his dad might say tomorrow.This guy must be a real piece of work.“Well, I can tell you with complete confidence that you are nothing like him.”
The side of his lip pulls up into a third of a smile. “You’ve never met him.”
“Also,” I say, doubling down, “you’re twice the hockey player he ever was, and you’re barely six years into your career.”
“Alright, alright. I get it.”
“Better looking, too. He’s got a face only a mother could love, butyou? I have never seen a prettier man.” I cup my hands around his face and he smacks my arm, smiling a real smile this time.
“You’re ridiculous.” He tells me, though he looks pleased when he turns to start cleaning up our dinner mess.
We get the kitchen put back to rights pretty quickly and I sling an arm over Corwin’s shoulders, pulling him into my side. He tucks his hand into the back pocket of my jeans and looks over at me. There are faint shadows beneath his eyes, and I think about how he had been asleep when I got here.
“Bed?” I ask.
His hand squeezes my hip. “Yeah. Bed.”
Corwin
When I wake up, I have a moment of panic before my mind makes the connection that the person behind me is Nigel. He’s pressed against my back, knees bent and tucked in behind mine; I can feel the warm press of his mouth against my neck and his arm is draped over my torso. Our fingers are tangled loosely together, and I try to remember if I felt him wrap his arm around me. He must have rolled over sometime during the night—there is no way I could have fallen asleep with himthisclose.
Now that I’m awake though, I decide to take advantage. Experimentally, I nudge my hips back and use our entwined fingers to pull his arm more firmly around me. He hums softly in his sleep, turning his face and tickling the back of my neck with his nose. In this position, his morning wood is pressed against me, giving me other things to think about beyond snuggling.
I haven’t yet worked up the nerve to actually do any of the things I’ve been considering. And there are alotof things. I’ve got the ideas, it’s just the execution that is evading me at this point. Every time we’re together and I start thinking about sliding my hand further down his stomach, beneath the waistband of his boxers, my heart goes into overdrive and the butterflies in my stomach start to feel like they’re made of lead. There is something seriously wrong with me, and I need to figure it out before I lose my goddamn mind. I want Nigel so bad it fuckinghurts.
He groans in his sleep, inhaling as deeply as he can with my back constricting his chest; I wouldn’t have thought it possible but he moves closer, one of his legs pushing between my own and his face burrowing deeper into the space between my hair and the pillow. I want to turn around and see his face, but his arm is banded across my chest now, my hand clutched in his, and there’s no way I can adjust myself without waking him up. This is the first time I’ve woken up with him wrapped around me like this, but maybe if this becomes a usual occurrence I should start sleeping in less clothing; I’m obsessed with the thought of feeling so much of his skin against my own.
“Mareyouwake.”
I can feel Nigel’s lips move as he speaks, words garbled against the back of my head. I smile, helplessly. “What was that?”
“You’re awake.” He’s moved his head, propping his face up in the crook of my shoulder where he can both speak freely but also kiss my neck.
“I’m awake.”
“Mm.” He nuzzles my hairline, kissing the area behind my ear. Now Ireallywant to turn around, but his arm is still holding me against him. If anything, he’s holding me more tightly, hips rolled forward against mine so I’m pushed forward. “We should stay here all day.”
“Yeah?” His leg is completely between mine now, knee against the mattress as his pelvis pushes into me, pressing my own into the bed. The friction of the mattress against my own erection has desire snaking up my spine.
“Mm hm.”
I jostle his arm with our linked hands. “Let me turn over.”
He lets me go so fast it’s clear he thinks I’m anxious about our positions. I roll over quickly, not wanting him to scoot back away from me. He is, but I halt him with a hand on the hip; I smile at him, and he relaxes immediately, smiling back. He looks so lovely in the morning, dark hair falling over his brow and skin dusted gold with dawn light. This close, I can see every one of his eyelashes, like a black picture frame around his brown eyes. He’s so perfect it’s hard to look at. The kind of beautiful that hurts.
Since he can no longer reach my neck, he’s ceased kissing me. Instead, he’s reached down and tucked his fingers inside the front of my shirt, knuckles resting low against my abdomen. He might as well have that hand wrapped around my dick, with the way my body reacts. My hand tightens involuntarily on his hip, and I take a deep breath, trying to introduce courage into my system as well as oxygen.
My arm feels heavy, like I’m trying to move underwater. Slowly, I rotate my hand and slide my thumb under the waistband of his shorts. He doesn’t react, because I’ve done this before. This time, though, I keep going; pulling his boxers down his hip as I lower my hand. I want to remove them, but can’t figure out the logistics.
“Corwin.” Nigel’s voice is soft, like a verbal caress. He’s always telling meyou don’t have to do that if you don’t want towithout actually saying the words.
“Can you take these off?” I speak equally as soft, running my thumb over his hip.
He keeps his eyes on mine for a protracted moment, gauging my commitment to this endeavor. Whatever he sees, or doesn’t see, must convince him because he reaches down, lifts his hips, and slides his boxers halfway down his thighs. He sits up to pull them the rest of the way off, abdomen flexing in front of me and making my mouth water. When he settles back down on the bed beside me, he’s fully naked and I’m fully clothed.Fuck, should I strip?
“Do I need to…” I shouldn’t be embarrassed, because he’s seen me naked plenty of times before, but not in mybed. It’s taking a herculean effort to keep my eyes trained on his and not on what’s happening below.
He smiles at me, completely at ease. My hand got bumped to the bed while he removed the last of his clothes, so I place it back on his hip, spreading my fingers wide. I’ve never touched this much of his skin in this area before and I can’t help but look down, breaking eye contact with him. I’ve also never touched a dick that wasn’t my own, but I’m thinking the best course of action will be to do what feels good to me and hope it feels good to him. I decide not to take my own clothes off for now, not needing any more distractions.
