Page 19 of Kill Shot

Thunder and Lightning

Nico

Nico was nearly a full bottle deep into the whisky when the rain started outside. That quickly turned into a full-blown storm, and by the time he cracked open his first beer—switching to something lighter—the thunder was loud enough to rattle the windows.

It was remarkable how quickly a good mood could sour. Only a few hours ago, he’d been riding high, fantasizing about exactly what he might do to little Sebby if circumstances were different. Hell, he might have been drinking with a foolish grin on his lips if that was the case.

But no, Lucas had managed to completely ruin any hopes of it being a pleasant evening. The bastard still wasn’t back yet, and it was already past midnight.

Right on cue, a sharp knock came from the front door. The world only spun a little bit as Nico got to his feet and went to give that asshole a piece of his mind.

But when he opened the door, he did not find Lucas standing there. Instead, he found something that defied his expectations so thoroughly that he had to rub his eyes to make sure that he wasn’t just hallucinating again.

There stood Seb, soaking wet, his hair plastered to his head, and evidence of tears that even the rain could not wash away.

For a long moment, the two men stared at one another, and Nico could not help but wonder just how much of a disgrace he looked. His own shirt was completely unbuttoned to the point that his undershirt was visible, and he still held his beer in one hand.

Without really understanding why he did it, Nico stepped aside.

Sebastian accepted the invitation, stepping into the apartment and crossing one of the most dangerous thresholds there was.

Still the two men said nothing. Nico led his new arrival to the pull-out bed, which was still a sofa. While Sebastian sat down, Nico fetched a towel and tossed it to his guest.

He didn’t dry himself, not at first. Seb simply stared down at the towel in his hands, bleakness oozing out of every pore on his body.

Nico could have asked what was the matter.

He could have asked if Seb had just had an argument with his father.

It would have been easy to comfort him, to provide that shoulder to cry on and lure him further and further over the line.

Hell, maybe this was the night when he could bring all his schemes to fruition and turn Seb against his father.

But Nico said nothing, and he did not go to sit beside Seb.

Instead, he stood before Seb, his body moving of its own accord. He reached down and grabbed the towel that Seb still held limply.

Seb let it go, finally looking up at the man who had been planning his downfall for years, as innocent and vulnerable as a lamb.

Ay, mi pendejo.

And Nico took full advantage of that. There was no artifice, no master plan to the way his hands moved as he took the towel and began to pat Sebastian’s head dry, but neither did he stop what his body wanted to do.

Through the barrier of the towel, he ran his fingers through Seb’s hair. He ran furrows through those blond locks, digging deeper and deeper until he got the satisfied groan that he was looking for.

That broke down one wall between them, but still Nico said nothing. Instead, he worked the towel lower and lower, getting the back of Seb’s neck. Naturally, that required Nico to bend over and practically cradle Seb’s forehead against his own chest.

But there were limits to what he could accomplish while Seb was still wearing his drenched clothes, and so his fingers danced down to Seb’s collar.

Not for a single second did Nico consider that Seb might actually deny him. His fingers simply moved, his pulse quickened, and his mind swam in a pool of desire so thick and deep that no conscious thought was possible.

One by one, he unbuttoned the front of Seb’s shirt, peeling the wet cloth away from his skin. The two men worked together to shrug the younger out of his shirt, revealing a slim yet toned body that made Nico shudder with anticipation. It was the kind of body that he loved to break.

Their eyes met briefly, and Nico was relieved to see that there wasn’t just broken despair there. Seb wasn’t consumed by his sadness, and this wasn’t just a college runaway that he was taking advantage of.

There was a devouring hunger in Seb’s gaze so intense that Nico marveled at his restraint. That was a look that he was more used to seeing on men that were little more than beasts, ripping clothes off to get to the glistening, hard flesh beneath.

But Seb just stared at what he wanted, not reaching out to demand that Nico even the score. He stared at the patch of darker skin visible above Nico’s undershirt as if he could make it bigger with willpower alone.

Nico removed his own shirt, loving how Seb couldn’t decide which naked arm he wanted to drink in more. The boy was enamored with Nico’s biceps, surely imagining how easily they could lift him up and turn him into a gasping cocksleeve.

When he was down to his undershirt, Seb finally joined in, his cold fingers starting at the hem and rolling the tight fabric up to reveal a brutally chiseled core. Just to make the boy shiver, Nico flexed.

He couldn’t help but wonder how long they could take this wordless charade.

Could they spend an entire night together without exchanging a single real word?

Sure, he’d done it before, but only when it came to fast, hard fucking like animals.

Never before had he been simultaneously so intimate and distant when it came to an unhurried night in private.

However, that did make him realize that their night might not be so unhurried. Lucas could still arrive at any moment, and while that should have prompted Nico to rush things with cold precision, it instead stoked a vindictive and cruel fire that had been burning within him for some time now.

It would serve Lucas right if he walked in and found Nico in the passionate embrace of a beautiful blond boy. Maybe that would finally rid Lucas of the foolish delusions that he’d been nursing for far too long.

Nico gently bit Seb’s neck, winning a surprised yet pleased moan. What would Seb say if he knew the thoughts running through Nico’s head? Would he be turned on by how fucked up they were or would he run screaming?

Maybe that was a good enough reason to not say a single coherent word. There was no telling just what sort of revolting filth might spill from Nico’s lips.

Suddenly, Nico felt a pressure between his legs. He’d been trying very hard not to think about just how aroused he was, but that was impossible now.

He looked down and saw the obvious: Seb had reached out and closed that sacred distance. His fingers explored, trying to separate the truth of Nico’s size from the tricks of the fabric.

Nico waited for him to figure out that absolutely none of it was an illusion.

Sebastian’s eyes widened as he understood, but there was no fear there. He didn’t back away; he just squirmed where he sat, as if he couldn’t wait to feel it inside him.

On that point, Nico was all too happy to oblige, but he did feel a compulsion to reciprocate first.

With a smug smirk, he finally allowed himself what he’d diligently avoided for days on end. At long last, he took a long, hard look at Seb’s crotch and grabbed his package.

But now it was Nico’s turn to be surprised. He’d been expecting something average, maybe even something a little impressive, but what he found was enough to make his mouth water.

Oh, how he wanted to feel skin on skin.

In an instant, all the coy teasing vanished, giving way to desperate, clawing need. Both men grabbed at one another, forcing pants down and out of the way until they were wearing nothing but underwear and one another. The boxers came off in no time, too.

The next thing Nico knew, he was on top of Seb, pinning him down to the couch. Each had a hand down between them, exploring one another, their arms tangled like serpents and the backs of their hands brushing against one another.

Such a slender, delicate body, yet so full of yearning. Best of all, it felt like Seb could take what Nico was going to give him.

All that remained was one simple question, but it was really no question at all. Nico was going to take, and Seb was going to give him that sweet ass of his.

They ground against one another, cocks and hands pressed together in a glistening mess. Fingers spread precum and heads pressed against belly buttons as the two men stared at one another’s lips, sweaty chests, and even further south.

Heavy breathing gave way to full-blown panting, and Nico could feel himself nearing the edge of losing control.

He pulled away from Sebastian, dashing to his room for some lube, and then resumed his position on top of Seb.

Beautiful Seb. He ran a hand down the flushed curve of Seb’s cheek. Tan malditamente perfecto . So damn perfect.

They locked eyes, and the unspoken words passed between them. All it took was a little nod from Seb as he bit his lip, and then everything was in motion and there was no going back.

Seb closed his eyes and braced himself, preparing for what was coming. For a moment, Nico simply watched him, admiring the sight and basking in the anticipation before lubing up Seb’s hole, prying the tough ring of muscle loose to receive him.

The obscene moans Sebastian let out as Nico worked him open almost made him burst.

But then he moved to kneel between Seb’s legs, using his thighs to elevate the boy’s ass off the sofa.

Nico pressed the head of his cock against a channel far too small to fit him, and all conscious thought was obliterated.

There was nothing else in the world but the sensation of exploring, probing, testing.

He wanted to see if he could fit, and the way that Seb squirmed and whimpered just made it all the more pleasurable. His cock was standing so firmly at attention before Nico, and he couldn’t help but stroke it.

Yes, this had been worth waiting for. This was a pleasure that justified everything .

He thrust gently and slowly, working with nothing more than the head of his cock. Nothing more would fit, not yet, but that was fine for now. After all, where was the fun in plunging deep and fast to get it all over with? That would just rob him of the exquisite moans dribbling from Seb’s lips.

Nico rubbed the tip of Seb’s cock with the pad of his thumb, delighting in how his body shuddered in response to the cock inside him every time.

But then Seb began to move. Slowly at first, he began to buck his hips, rising to meet the cock inside him. He wasn’t just content accepting the cock inside him. He wanted to be the one doing the fucking.

It was the last thing that Nico had expected from their encounter, but it was only the beginning. He could do nothing but sit back and marvel as Seb took control.