Offseason, Pt. 03

This isn't forever.

We knew that going into this week. I know that now, even though I'm sitting with my feet in Nick's lap while we watch a movie, his hand on my shin. I glance at him, down the couch, his blue eyes fixed on the television. I think about the past six days. The beach. The sex. The homecooked meals for dinner. The fact that he calls me "baby" now.

This isn't forever.

But damn if I don't want it to be.

"What are you looking at?" Nick says softly.

"Sorry." I think the television light hides the fact that I'm blushing. "Just thinking."

"About me?"

"Yeah."

He traces a circle on my shin. "About us," he says.

"Yeah," I reply.

Nick swallows, looks away, then meets my eyes. He doesn't speak.

"I can request a trade," I offer. "Bring us closer together."

He sighs. "You shouldn't. You're happy in New York."

"I am. But I-- I don't know." I'm definitely blushing by now, and the television glow isn't doing anything to help hide it. His eyes are piercing, right on mine. "You-- I'm happy with you."

He smiles, and it's the most relaxed look I've ever seen on his face.

I scoot down the couch so I'm sitting next to him. Bring his smiling lips up to mine, kiss him.

"I know how risky this feels," I say. "I-- but-- I think it might be worth it."

"You think I might be worth it," Nick says, smiling again.

"Yeah."

He kisses me so gently that I feel like I'm melting into the couch. But the want is there, too, under the softness, building, until he grabs at my waist and pulls me onto his lap. I adjust myself, straddling his legs, and he sighs into me.

"You good?" I ask, leaning back to look him in the eyes.

"More than good." His hands trace down my back, cupping my ass. "You?"

"Yeah. I'm good." I kiss him again. "Just, you know, sad we leave tomorrow morning."

"Well, you know what that means about tonight."

I know exactly what it means. "What?" I say.

"That I get to savor the fuck out of you," Nick replies, almost growling.

He kisses me, and it's hungry, needy, nearly desperate. When he pulls away, we're both breathing heavily. And I can't speak for him, but my cock's rock hard under my sweatpants.

"Should we turn off Thelma & Louise?" I ask.

He laughs. "What a classic. Yeah, turn it off. We should head to bed."

I ease myself off Nick's lap and reach across the couch for the remote. I've just gotten it when I feel his hand smack down on my ass cheek. My cock twitches as I turn the tv off, plunging the room into darkness.

The only sounds are the breeze outside and our breathing. I feel his hands grabbing at the band of my sweatpants, starting to tug them down over my hips.

"I thought we were heading to bed?" I say.

"Sorry. You're too delicious right here."

My sweatpants and boxers slide down over my ass, leaving me exposed. I hear Nick spit, then feel his wet hand gently wrapping around my cock. He gives it a couple strokes, then spits again. This time, I feel his saliva hit my skin and pool around my hole. One of his fingers starts to toy with the lubrication.

"You're so damn hot," he murmurs, stroking my cock and rubbing my hole.

"Fuck," I manage. "Your hands feel so fucking good."

"Imagine how good my mouth's gonna feel."

I moan into the couch.

"You want that? You want my mouth on your cock?"

"Yes," I whimper.

His finger dips quickly inside me, and I feel my hips jerk in response. "You want to beg for my mouth?" he asks.

"Please," I mutter. "Please put your mouth on my cock."

"Hm?" Nick says, gently fucking my ass with one finger. "You want my mouth on your cock?"

"Please," I say.

"You want my mouth sucking your cock?"

"Fuck, please!"

"You want my--"

"Fucking hell, Nick, please just--"

He laughs, pulling his finger free from my hole. "You're such a good boy."

I groan as he plants a wet kiss on my cock from behind, his mouth warm against the skin.

"Roll over, baby," he says softly.

Something lights up inside me every time he calls me that.

I roll over, pulling a couch pillow behind my head. Nick situates himself between my legs, his mouth planting more sloppy kisses up and down the length of my cock.

"Fuck," I whimper.

"Let me savor you," he murmurs, his lips vibrating against my cock as he speaks. Another wet, lingering kiss on the tip of my cock. "You're so fucking delicious, Jas."

"You're such a tease," I manage.

He laughs softly. "And you're such a slut. You want something?"

"Yes," I breathe.

"Well, you're going to have to tell me what it is." I can sense Nick's smile even in the dark of the room. "Because I could do this, just this, all night long."

Fuck. The thought of him worshipping my cock like this all night.

"So what's it going to be?" he asks. He plants another kiss, sucking gently. "You have to tell me, baby."

I know exactly what I want. It's asking for it that's difficult.

"I-- ah-- I want you to fuck me," I manage. "Please."

"You have good manners," Nick says. "I like it when you say please." He gives my cock one last kiss. "Let me grab the lube."

He leaves me in the dark living room. I reach for my cock, slick from his spit, and give it a few strokes. I hear him rustling around in the bedroom, grabbing our rapidly-dwindling bottle of lube.

"Hey," he says, returning to the couch. I feel him settle between my legs, grazing the insides of my thighs. "You touching yourself without me?"

"Sorry," I say, pulling my hand away from my cock.

"Don't apologize," Nick replies, and I hear the snap of the lube bottle opening. "It's fucking hot."

The lubed head of his cock brushes against my hole.

"Yeah?" I breathe. "You think it's hot?"

"Yeah," he says, slowly pushing himself into me.

I moan, and I hear him sigh, his cock sinking further into my hole.

"Tell me what you think about," he says softly. "When you stroke your cock and I'm not there."

"Ah--" He feels so good inside me that I can't think clearly. "What--"

"Do you think about this?" he says. "Is this what you daydream about?"

Nick's moving torturously slowly, fucking me at a languid pace. I feel myself trying to move my hips against his, trying to fuck him back.

"I-- think about this a lot," I manage.

"You seem like you want something," he says, and I can hear that teasing lilt in his voice again.

"Fucking-- please," I gasp.

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me."

"Jas, baby, what do you think I'm doing?"

I groan. "Fuck. That's not what I mean. You know what I mean."

"Maybe," Nick says. He leans down, wraps a hand around my throat, and kisses me, and I moan into his mouth. "I think you should tell me," he murmurs, smiling into my lips.

"Fuck me like-- like you need me," I manage.

"I do need you," he replies, and that growl is back. "Tell me more."

"Like you really need me," I say. "Fuck me like you won't see me again for months and this is your last chance."

Nick's hand tightens around my throat. His mouth finds my ear. "Tell me more," he says again, his voice a husky whisper.

"Like-- fucking hell. Fuck me like I fucking belong to you. Fuck me like I'm yours."

"Oh fuck," he moans. And he loses control.

One hand on my throat, the other propping him up on the couch, he thrusts in and out of me. He feels incredible. I moan, letting myself go in the sensations of being fucked.

His hand leaves my throat, trails down my body, wraps around my cock. He strokes me at the same speed as he pounds my ass.

"Fuck, baby," he says, and his voice is strained. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna fucking cum."

"Cum," I tell him, and it comes out as a whimper. "I fucking belong to you. Cum in me."

Nick moans, pumping into me harder. I feel his cock swell with his orgasm. Then he explodes, filling my ass with his cum, groaning out a few more "fuck"s as he does.

"You belong to me?" he says softly, his cock still twitching inside me.

"I-- yeah. Maybe. I'd like to."

He leans down and kisses me. "You're such a good boy, Jas. You want to cum for me now?"

"Yes," I whisper against his lips.

"Good boy," he says again.

He gives me another quick kiss, then unsheathes himself from my ass. He shifts down the couch, leaning over my body, planting kisses on my chest and stomach.

Nick wraps his lips around my cock, finally giving it more than a kiss, finally letting me glide into his mouth and throat. I moan and gently buck my hips into his face, and he hums, sending the vibrations traveling up through my body.

"Fuck, Nick," I manage. "You feel amazing."

He takes more and more of my length, until his lips are at the base of my cock, his tongue stroking against the underside. I fill his whole mouth, tip brushing the top of his throat. He groans, and I do the same. Then he's back to bobbing his head on my shaft, and I can feel my own orgasm building.

"Can I cum?" I ask. "Please, I'm so close, can I--"

"Mmhm," Nick says. He keeps the exact same pace. I let out a long, inhuman sound while I cum down the back of his throat.

He swallows my cum, then uncorks my cock from his mouth, rests his head on my thigh.

"Good boy, Jas," he says.

"Fuck," I whimper.

"So. You're mine."

I blush. "I-- yeah. I am."

Nick chuckles softly. "If you told me a year ago that we'd be here--"

I laugh, too. "I know. But-- shit. I'm glad we are."

"Me too," he says.

We're quiet for a moment, both content, the room still dark.

"I can request to be traded," he says suddenly. "Not you. Me."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah." He kisses my thigh. "You're happy where you are in New York. And I'd like to join you."

"You know they'll ask why you want to leave," I say. "And you'll have to have an answer."

"I know," Nick says. "I can't tell them it's because I fell for a hot guy, can I?"

I feel myself blushing. "No," I say. "Probably not."

We're quiet again. The Aruba breeze stirs outside.

"I have, you know," he says.

"Hm?"

"Fallen." He shifts a little between my legs. "For you."