Page 102 of Nicki's Fight

“What’s wrong?” I asked, as my thumb brushed away his tears.

“Fuck, Nicki. I should have been there. I should havestoppedhim…” Kaine growled, slamming his palm against the steering wheel.

“You had no way of knowing,” I answered, pulling him close. He wrapped his arms around me in a death grip, and for a moment I just let myself melt into his embrace. I let go of all the grief, and fear, and pain, and just felt his love enfold me. It was almost like I could feel it soaking into my very pores. I was a sponge. A love sponge.

An unbidden vision of SpongeBob popped into my head, and I snorted a laugh.

“…Nicki?” Kaine asked, raising an eyebrow at me in question.

“I’ll tell you later…” I whispered, before placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

18

Kaine

We gotout of the car, hearts both heavier and lighter than they had been before the trip.

I was glad, for Nicki’s sake, that he had some closure with his mom. I knew how much she meant to him. He had literally shed his blood for her. The thought of anyone laying hands on Nicki still made me so angry that I couldn’t see straight, but I struggled to tamp down the rage inside me. Now was not the time.

I walked around the front of the car and held my hand out to Nicki.

“You hungry for some spaghetti?” he asked as he took my hand.

I pulled him in to me, then dragged his hand to my mouth. I laid gentle, nibbling kisses on each of his fingers.

“I’m hungry for something…” I said, waggling my eyebrows salaciously. I figured we’d had enough of tears for a while, a little humor was overdue.

“You are insatiable!” he exclaimed, laughing. It was so good to see him laugh. He deserved all the joy I could give him.

“Hey! I’ve got six years to make up for!” I answered. I leaned close to him, ghosting my fingers up his sides until my hands gently cupped his face. “…and all the time in the world to do it in…” I breathed, then pressed our lips together gently, my tongue teasing his mouth until he opened for me. I slid inside his delicious mouth and began sucking and nibbling on any part of him I could reach. Our tongues danced back and forth until I relented and let him start to explore my mouth.

My hands slid down his back and cupped his ass. One of Nicki’s hands had slid up my shirt and was gripping my back, the other hand sliding down beneath my waistband, his long, thin fingers sliding between my ass cheeks.

“Fuck…” I gasped, grinding our cocks together through our jeans.

“I second that colorful metaphor,” he whispered.

“Hey, you two! Knock it off!” A voice yelled. “I don’t want to have to take you in for public indecency!”

We jumped apart like kids caught making out at a school dance until we realized it was Micah.

“Fuck you, Asano!” I yelled, flipping him the bird.

Nicki pulled me closer and snuggled in my arms.

“You’re just jealous!” Nicki yelled back.

“Hell, yeah, I’m jealous!” Micah answered as he walked toward us, swinging his leather jacket over his shoulders. The grin on his face belied his words. “It’s not fair to have two gorgeous men making out in front of me, and I have to go to work!”

We each shook his hand.

“Well, I have a whole house full of gay men in my family. Lee’s the only one taken…” I laughed, letting my voice trail off.

Micah seemed to consider my offer for a moment. “Lee’s the military one, right?”

I nodded.

“Yeah, but he and Mason are pretty hot and heavy. I don’t think they even realize anyone else is in the room, most days,” I laughed.