Page 90 of Nicki's Fight

“Was that… okay…?” he asked, his hesitation reminding me he’d never done this before.

“No, it was definitely not okay,” I said, my voice racing forward as his face fell. “I definitely think you need work. Like, lots of practice. Lots. On me. Andonlyme.”

“Oh!” Was all he said, but I saw the smile that flashed across his face, chasing away his hesitation. “Glad to hear you’re willing to take one for the team.”

“Well, since it’s for the betterment of humanity, sure…” I mumbled.

We both laughed, then he crawled his way up the bed to lie down next to me. I snuggled closer to him, my body just one big puddle of splooge. I hadn’t felt this relaxed in, like,ever.

“Seriously, though, um… did you… is there anything you’d like me to change…?” he asked, his nerves still apparent in the press of his lips, the way his eyes darted around the room and avoided looking at me.

“Nicki…” I whispered. Something in the tone of my voice drew his gaze to me, and he looked up.

“Kaine…” he said, my name like a prayer on his lips.

“You are perfect, just the way you are…” I whispered, watching his red hair curl around his head like a fiery halo.

I couldn’t stand us being even a millimeter apart any longer. I leaned into him, my slightly larger body leaning him backward across the bed. I ran my fingers through his hair, groaning at how good it felt under my touch.

I pressed my lips gently to his, the kiss almost chaste. Until it wasn’t. I delved into his mouth, sucking and licking at him, tasting just a hint of my essence on his tongue. I ran my hands hungrily over his body. We’d already spent six years apart. I never wanted to spend another day apart from him, if I didn’t have to.

His eyes gleamed in the light from my desk lamp, and I couldn’t seem to look away from them.

“What?” he asked, finally. “Do I have cum on my face or something?”

He began running his hands over his face and hair in search of some evidence of our lovemaking. I chuckled and grabbed his hands, kissing his fingers one after another.

“Nope. I just… I can’t believe you’re here. I feel… God, I feelgiddy!” I laughed. “I feel like if someone gave me a million dollars, there’s nothing I’d want to spend it on, because I have everything I ever wanted, right here.”

He smiled at me then, but it was a tolerant smile, one full of affection and knowing.

“Yeah, that would changereallyfast if someone put a mint condition X-Men #101 in front of you…” he teased.

“Hmmm… Nicki, or Phoenix? That’s a hard one…” I teased. “But at least you’re both redheads.”

“Yes, it is. It’s averyhard one…” He agreed, groaning as my hands passed over his crotch, pressing firmly against the hardness behind his zipper. I leaned in and captured his lips with mine, licking and sucking at his mouth. I gently nibbled his lower lip, as I soaked in the feel of him, his heat against my skin, the shudder he made when I squeezed his length through his jeans.

“Fuck…” he groaned.

I grinned and slid my fingers beneath his t-shirt, working my hands up his sides and sliding it over his head and flinging it aside.

He wasn’t as muscled as I was, and was still on the thin side, but he’d definitely filled out since high school. A dusting of red hairs on his chest attested to being a natural redhead, and led to a happy trail that made meveryhappy indeed. I licked and nibbled his skin, sucking gently as I worshiped my way down his body. I didn’t ignore the scars that traced around his sides, but didn’t draw attention to them, either. We had time for that. We had a future now.

My lips paused and nibbled at the dusty pink nipples that begged for my attention. The first time I sucked on them he arched up off the bed.

“Holyfuck!” he exclaimed. I chuckled at him.

“Like that, do you?” I asked.

“Oh my god, that was insane!” he gasped. “Do it again!”

“Bossy…” I teased but complied. His body jerked against me as I sucked and laved the other nipple.

“That feels amazing!” he groaned.

“You’ve never had anyone do this…?” I asked before repeating my efforts.

He just shook his head and closed his eyes to concentrate on the sensation, and the thought of how alone he had been over the last six years saddened me. At least I’d had my family to support me, to encourage me. I’d been able to lose myself in perhaps too many bodies along the way. Nicki had only had Vivian, and she wouldn’t have been able to give him this.