Page 13 of Kill Shot

Tempting Heat II

Seb

Seb wasn’t tired, not even a little bit. If anything, he was as energized as if he’d finished drinking a tall cup of coffee. He’d showered, brushed his teeth, moisturized, and even read a bit from his textbook—well, if you could call absentmindedly skimming through pages “reading.”

He glanced at the time, and his stomach sank. It was already after midnight, so who knew how late it would be when he finally managed to drift off?

With a groan, he flopped back onto his bed and smothered his face with a pillow. No matter how much he tried to think about anything else, his thoughts kept drifting back to a tanned-skinned man with tattoos and how Nico had teased him in that alley.

It had meant nothing, surely. It had just been a whim on Nico’s part, yet every remembered sensation of their kiss sent Seb spiraling deeper and deeper into sensory overload.

The feel of rough, cold brick against his back just emphasized the overwhelming heat and smooth strength of Nico’s embrace. And those lips…

Seb gasped for air, his entire body burning. He was going to go mad if this continued, but he didn’t know how to stop.

There was only one way to put an end to his misery. He should text him.

Would Nico still be awake at this hour?

After turning the thought over in his head, Seb couldn’t help but laugh.

He really was getting tripped up wondering if Nico might be asleep at this hour.

The man was probably out and about doing whatever he did at this time of the night.

Maybe he was even saving more defenseless boys from malicious thugs on the street.

That last possibility, more than anything else, brought his phone to his hand. The idea of Nico with another guy just… It stirred something inside him. It wasn’t jealousy. He didn’t even have a right to jealousy… did he?

But his fingers were already moving, typing out and deleting message after message. None felt right. Eventually, he settled on something simple.

Seb: Hey, you up?

With another heavy groan, he covered his face and tried to bury his anxiety in his pillow once more. If he stretched his imagination to the limits, maybe his pillows could sorta feel like Nico was in bed next to him. Kinda.

Not really. If there was one word Seb would never use to describe Nico, it was soft.

But he was ripped out of his thoughts by the buzzing of his phone, and he nearly knocked it across the room in his panic to reach for it.

Nico: Funny, I was just wondering the same thing about you

Seb couldn’t stop the big, stupid grin from spreading across his face. But before he could even start to think of an answer, a second text arrived.

Nico: Can’t sleep, right? Bet you’ve been wide awake thinking about that kiss

Seb swallowed, and his fingers trembled as they hovered above the screen. Nico knew. It should be mortifying that the man could read him like that, yet it also sent a delicious thrill skittering down his spine.

At least it’s not a call. Over text, he wouldn’t stammer or be caught off-guard. He could play just as coy as Nico if he put his mind to it.

Seb bit his lip and began to type.

Seb: Of course not, I’d already forgotten all about it. Maybe YOU couldn’t stop thinking about IT

The instant he sent the text, Seb began to regret it. Had he been too forward? Would Nico dislike being the one being teased? Maybe saying it over the phone would’ve been better to get the playful tone across.

The seconds stretched out, and still Nico didn’t reply. Seb grew more and more certain that he’d made a grave mistake.

Right when Seb picked up his phone to send another text, it vibrated once more. He opened the message without thinking, but he was so shocked by what he saw that he nearly dropped it once again.

Nico hadn’t sent a teasing text this time.

He’d sent a selfie taken in front of a mirror, his naked chest and his muscles bared in all their inked glory.

It looked like he’d just stepped out of the shower, skin still damp and water glistening along the cut lines of his abs.

The picture cut off just below his belly, leaving no hint as to whether he had on any underwear.

Seb couldn’t tear his eyes away from the deep V leading to where a shadow of dark hair teased what lay just out of view.

But the assault wasn’t done. Once again, his phone vibrated, and this time, the gentle violence of the rumbling made Seb twitch.

Nico: So what if you’re right? I can’t stop thinking about you. I even had to take a cold shower to get my cock to calm the hell down. Now what? What are you gonna do about it?

Seb: You’re joking. You had to take a cold shower because of me?

Nico: Dead serious. You’re stuck in my head, Sebby. That mouth, those sounds you made when I kissed you… You have no idea what you did to me

Seb didn’t know when his hand had slipped beneath the waistband of his pajama bottoms, but it was certainly there now, and his questing fingers were firmly wrapped around his base.

This was alright, wasn’t it? Nico never had to know what he was doing.

Nico : So you REALLY weren’t thinking about IT?

With his free hand, Seb typed out a reply while his other hand rubbed his length in a slow motion.

Seb : I lied earlier. I haven’t stopped thinking about IT either

Nico : Yeah? Which part?

Seb : When you stood behind me. When you pushed me against the wall. Your lips…

Nico : Well, fuck. You just made me hard again

Seb : Nico…??

Nico : Don’t play shy now

Seb : I’m… not

The moment he hit send, his screen lit up again with another picture, knocking the air out of his lungs.

Nico had sent a close-up of his hand palming his cock.

Seb couldn’t see the whole thing, but what he could see was more than enough to make his mouth go dry.

Without thinking, Seb tightened his hand around himself.

He let out a shaky breath as precum leaked from the tip, slicking his fingers.

His heart was pounding so loudly it echoed in his ears.

Nico : This is what you do to me, Sebby. Still think I’m joking?

Oh God . Seb’s eyelashes fluttered, and a wave of euphoria washed over him as he stroked the tip of his cock. The sensitivity was almost too much to bear, especially when he thought of Nico right there in the room with him. It was his hand that was caressing Seb’s cock so tenderly.

His phone vibrated, and Seb moaned. Nico really was spoiling him like this. Without a single thought in his head, he swiped at the notification.

“Oh, so you are still there.”

Seb froze. That was the sound of Nico’s voice, but…

It couldn’t be. Yet when he peered at his screen, he saw that he had indeed just accepted a call from Nico. This hadn’t been a text at all.

“Nico,” he whispered, partially to keep his voice down, but mostly because he didn’t trust himself to not moan from the sheer bliss of hearing Nico’s voice while he stroked himself.

“Looks like my picture had the intended effect then,” Nico chuckled. “Are you having a good time with it?”

Seb gasped. “Nico… oh God …”

His thighs shook as his hand moved faster against his slick length.

He bit down on his bottom lip to keep quiet, but the sounds still slipped out.

It was insane that he was masturbating while talking on the phone with Nico.

But Nico didn’t actually know what he was doing. This could just be teasing.

“Yes,” Seb whispered. “Thanks to you.”

This time, Nico’s laugh was lower and more sultry. It poured into Seb, and his entire body twitched with pleasure.

“I’m glad to hear it,” Nico said.

“And what about you?” Seb asked, shocking himself with his boldness. “Are you enjoying yourself too?”

There was a long pause on the other end, so long that Seb started to feel the tremors of panic once again. Had he horribly misunderstood everything? Yet it perversely didn’t quench his desire. If anything, his arousal and anticipation surged higher.

“What do you think, Sebby? Does it sound like I’m enjoying myself?”

Seb listened hard, and became quite aware that he could hear more than just Nico’s words. There were all sorts of tiny squelching sounds in the background, from Nico’s heavy breathing to what sounded like the creak of a chair.

And then it hit him. If that’s what he could hear, then could Nico likewise hear everything that he was doing? Seb immediately stopped stroking.

“I didn’t say to stop,” Nico said. “Keep going, Seb.”

What could he do but whimper and obey? The combination of command and self-pleasure was beyond compare, and it really did seem like Nico was right there in the room with him.

But he wasn’t stroking Seb this time. Instead, Nico was sitting on a chair, watching and giving commands.

“Nico,” he gasped. “What should… what should I do?”

“Hmm, let’s see…” Nico murmured. There was a tiny hitch in his breath, as if he too was distracted.

“If I were there, I’d want you to show me what feels best for you.

So why don’t you do that, Seb? Take off your pants, take off your underwear, push the blankets away, and show me what it looks like when you touch yourself. ”

Seb was powerless to disobey. He could do nothing but follow every command that Nico fed him over the phone.

“This isn’t… this isn’t the first time I’ve done this,” Seb forced out between panting.

“Oh? You’re trying to make me jealous?” Nico chuckled darkly. “You don’t want to do that, carino . Not unless you want me to go after every motherfucker you’ve done this with before me. Hmm?”

“Not like that.” Seb could feel it coming, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. “I mean, touching myself while thinking of you. I’ve done it a few times…”

“Go on.” Nico’s voice was suddenly more forceful. There was a new tension there that excited Seb and promised that Nico’s control wasn’t quite as ironclad as it might seem. Just below the surface, Nico was about to break, and Seb wanted to be the one to make that happen.

“Are you close?” Seb breathed out. “Please tell me you’re close.”

“Don’t worry about me. You know what I would’ve done to you if your guards weren’t there tonight?”

“Wh-what would you have done?”

There was a pause on the line, and even just the sound of Nico breathing was enough to make Seb’s pulse quicken.

“I would’ve had you against that wall,” Nico said, voice like gravel. “Didn’t matter who was watching. I would’ve shoved your pants down and fucked you right there, rough and deep, until your legs forgot how to stand.”

“Nico…”

“You’d be clutching the wall, shaking from how hard I’d be going. And I wouldn’t stop, even if you were screaming for everyone inside the bar to hear.”

Seb’s whole body trembled. His hand moved faster, hips rocking into his palm. He couldn’t hold back the noises anymore.

“That’s it, Sebby,” Nico murmured, almost tender beneath the grit. “Just think about my hand in your hair. My cock inside you. The sound of my voice in your ear, telling you not to stop.”

Seb let out a helpless whimper. “Fuck, Nico—”

A sharp breath from the other end filled his ears.

“Come for me. Right now. I want to hear it,” Nico commanded.

It was too much, much too much. Seb had no idea what sort of embarrassing sounds came out of his mouth, and all he could focus on was the fountain of pleasure and relief that blossomed out from the base of his spine and spread across his entire body.

The most exquisitely torturous tension gave way to absolute bliss, and he collapsed into the mattress in a sticky, whimpering mess.

And on the other end of the line, he heard Nico slowly regaining control of his own panting, low grunts tapering off.

His screen lit up again, and when Seb checked, it was another picture from Nico, this time of his abs coated with cum, with a text underneath.

Nico: Look what you made me do