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Cash lost his balance and nearly pitched off the bed. “You’re trying to kill me, right?”
Nick chuckled. “C’mere, Saint. Quit stalling.”
Cash repositioned himself to lie on his side while Nick rolled over and presented his ass. “Won’t last long.”
“And whose fault is that?” Nick playfully chided. “I sure as hell didn’t ask you to abstain like a monk.”
Cash nipped his good shoulder as he drizzled a thin line of lube along Nick’s crease and taint. A moment later, he heard the telltale signs of Cash slicking up his dick. Nick expected him to begin frotting when Cash separated his ass cheeks, but Cash circled Nick’s pucker with his thumb instead. Around and around the wrinkled rim, stopping only to tap the center.
Nick growled in frustration. “Fucking tease.” But there was no heat in his words, only longing.
“You’re so perfect for me, Nicky. I’ll never want anyone the way I want you.”
Key parts of Nick’s psyche had been hidden away for a while. He’d mounted a rescue and located the locked iron door but couldn’t open it. Nick closed his eyes and gave himself over to the moment. Cash’s sexy voice and tender caresses filtered into his soul like wisps of smoke through the door’s keyhole, sparking life in the barren space. Tears burned the back of his eyelids and his chest swelled with joy.
“Touch me,” Nick begged, though he didn’t instruct where.
Cash knew. He always did. Sliding his hand around to cup Nick’s cock and balls, Cash shuttled his erection between Nick’s closed thighs. The rasp of Cash’s cockhead over his anus and against his taint drove Nick fucking nuts. Cash’s caresses and thrusts started out tender, almost soothing, but quickly escalated in intensity.
“I’m going to come,” Cash snarled in his ear.
“Glaze me like a donut,” Nick panted.
Cash eased from between Nick’s legs and got to his knees. Nick carefully rolled onto his back and lifted his legs toward his chest, exposing his hole. Cash positioned himself at Nick’s ass and shuttled his hand up and down his cock. The ferocious expression on Cash’s face made Nick’s pucker quiver. Cash reached forward with his free hand and massaged Nick’s hole, only pulling back when he started to come. Hot semen splattered against Nick’s asshole, taint, and balls. He couldn’t wait until it painted the walls of his tight channel.
When he lowered his legs, Nick noticed he’d achieved an impressive three-quarter boner that promised soon. He couldn’t resist reaching down and tracing its length with a few fingers.
Cash leaned forward and kissed the head of his cock before easing off the bed. “Don’t you dare call him Ole Sparky again,” he called out as he restored order to his bedside table. “That’s what they nickname electric chairs.”
“Fine. He’ll be known henceforth as Spiffy Stiffy.”
Cash snorted from somewhere in the closet or bathroom. Nick was content to stretch out in bed with his almost erection and his glazed donut. The underlying panic Nick had pretended wasn’t there, or was under control, eased up. Cash returned with a wet, warm washcloth and lovingly wiped Nick’s cock, balls, and ass.
“Hey, I was still enjoying that,” Nick groused.
Cash tossed the rag onto the floor and eased onto the bed. “You’ll enjoy this more.” He splayed Nick’s thighs apart and lay flat between them. Cash licked a path along Nick’s shaft and sucked it into his mouth. The heat was incredible, and Nick moaned.
“I don’t think I can yet.” But he used his free hand to anchor Cash in place.
Cash eased off and met Nick’s gaze. “This isn’t about orgasms or hard-ons. I’m just speaking your language, baby. Let’s try to get some more rest.” Cash nestled his shoulders between Nick’s thighs to lie flat. Then he rested his cheek on Nick’s pelvis, put Nick’s cock back in his mouth, and closed his eyes.
Nick carded his fingers through Cash’s hair, closed his eyes, and imagined that damn iron door to the room beyond. Cash’s earlier caresses felt like wispy smoke tendrils through the keyhole. But these wet, passionate kisses were bright shafts of sunlight, piercing the gloom and despair. Smoke and bright light created fog, but it was better than bleak darkness. His last coherent thought was, Hang in there, Spiffy Stiffy. The cavalry has arrived.
It was after ten o’clock when Nick entered the kitchen in search of breakfast leftovers. He’d hoped to sneak in and out unnoticed but no such luck. Harry and Rory were sitting at the kitchen island, sipping coffee and looking at something on a laptop. It reminded Nick that he’d left his computer in the library and it probably needed charging. He made a mental note to take care of that after breakfast so he could do some covert research on Salvation Anew and the Samuel Jeremiah guy at its helm. Cash had passed along Burke’s message that he didn’t want interference, but Nick didn’t trust Cash’s safety to just anyone. He’d hoped Cash would come back from lunch on Wednesday with news other than the meatloaf had been dry and the mashed potatoes too wet.
Cash had read his mind, kissed his mopey face, and retrieved the rest of Nick’s belongings from the trunk. He’d put Nick’s gun and badge in the office safe and found space for all Nick’s clothes in his dressers or closet. Nick had observed and made lewd suggestions about what they could get up to on the oversized tufted ottoman in the closet. Though he had his own clothes and toiletries, Nick still went for Cash’s stuff every morning. On some level, he knew he was acting like a smitten teenager, but he didn’t fucking care. He just enjoyed smelling like Cash and feeling his clothes against his skin.
Rory noticed his presence first and looked up. His little brother scanned him from head to toe and didn’t bother trying to quell his knowing smirk. Rory had been aware of his feelings for Cash before Nick was willing to recognize them. They’d had a lot of time to reconnect, and it reminded Nick of when they were little boys. They talked a lot and Nick felt like he was really seeing his amazing brother for the first time.
“Morning, Nicky.”
He braced himself for jokes about sleeping late, but they didn’t come. Rory knew something was going on but didn’t press. Nick couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept so late. His body clock usually had him up at five thirty. And he had been up that early, but he’d fallen back to sleep…with his dick in Cash’s mouth. He zombie shuffled over to the coffeepot and poured a glass of strong, black coffee. Nick took three drinks before he could manage a simple, “Morning.”
“There’s a plate of food for you in the microwave,” Harry told him.
Nick saluted her with his mug. “Thanks. You’re an angel.”
Harry snorted. “Hardly. And don’t thank me. Cash is the one who made it before the Neanderthals ate everything.”
