part three at long last!
I've no idea what to call it, even now--I'm crap with titles. Any ideas?
Pairing: Nicky/Richey
Rating: R/NC-17, for slash. And Nicky introduces Richey to oral sex.
Part 3
The next morning, Rich woke up, feeling better than he had in a long time. He looked over at Nick-he was still sleeping. He wanted to make them breakfast, but when he tried to gently manoeuvre himself out of bed, Nicky grumbled and pulled Rich even closer. Suddenly, Rich had a wicked idea. He reached down and softly stroked Nicky’s penis. The groan and the nuzzling further into him encouraged Rich-Nicky liked this and so did he. He wrapped his hand around firmly, and began pulling him off. Nick woke up in a flash, jumping at the intensity of the sensations his Teddy was evoking in him. “Fuck, Teddy,” he gasped.
“I thought that would wake you up.” He abruptly stopped. Nicky whimpered. “But if you let me get breakfast made, I’ll bring you breakfast in bed, and then we can…play.”
“Bloody hell, Teddy, I’ll agree to anything-I’m just so happy that last night worked out the way it did.”
Richey beamed. “Well…I guess we could spend a bit of time playing..."
He wrapped his hand back around him, eliciting a gorgeous moan from his best friend.
"Well, if you insist, Rich..." Nicky winked.
He ran his fisted hand over him, with some confidence, remembering how Nicky showed him last night. Nicky began moaning like that again. He didn't think he'd ever tire of hearing Nicky in the throws of joy.
"Teddy, could you--oh, Jesus, Teddy--touch me here, too?" Shaking, Nicky brought his hand to his chest. Richey curiously played with Nicky's soft, pink, erect nipples. They hardened further under his lightly stroking fingertips. "Am I doing it right?" Nicky could only moan and nod. Encouraged, Rich brought his lips to the nipple he wasn't currently playing with, kissed it lightly, then traced it with the tip of his tongue. Nicky's moaning increased, and he began thrusting himself into Richey's hand. Richey sped up and latched onto the nipple, sucking hard and rhythmically. Nicky was beside himself with pleasure. He was going to come so soon. When it hit, he could feel it from his dizzy head to his aching lungs to his throbbing dick to his curled toes.
"C'mere," he choked, voice heavy with a heady mixture fatigue, joy, desire, and love. Richey lied on top of him, his own body rising and falling from the force of Nicky's gasping for air. Nicky wrapped his arms and legs around him and they showered each other with kisses, still trying to catch his breath.
"Nicky. My Nickly." His Nicky, his best friend--his boyfriend? He touched his face in wonder. "Nickly, are we..."
"Are we what?" he managed to whimper out.
"Are we...boyfriends?"
Nicky grinned wildly. "If you want to, of course."
"You want to?"
"Isn't it obvious, Teddy?" he whispered, biting down gently on his earlobe.
"Well, it's not like I've even been with a girl before, let alone a boy..."
"Oh, love, I wasn't criticizing you..."
“So, we are then?”
“Yes.” He sounded so achingly tender. He gnawed on his shoulder, then licked a trail up to his ear while rolling Richey onto his back. “Can I show you something?”
Richey’s yes was interrupted by a growling tummy. “Well, I guess I’m hungry. But that can wait.”
“I think I can wait ‘till after breakfast. We’ll have more energy then…”
“Nicky!” Richey said with false indignation. “Naughty, naughty Nickly.” Surprising himself, he playfully smacked Nicky’s ass.
“You’re lucky I listen to growlly tummies, otherwise I’d have my wicked way with you right now, Teddy.”
“I’m lucky you’re not? And who says it wouldn’t be me having my way with you?” Richey was shocked at the ease he had taken to everything--but he certainly didn’t want to stop.
Nicky wolf whistled. “Well, then, what would you having your way with me be?”
“Roll over and I’ll show you,” Rich whispered, quickly reaching out to brush Nicky’s groin before he chickened out.
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Nicky sang as he went onto his back. He grabbed Richey’s hand and said, “Thank you so fucking much for this, Teddy. I can’t believe that you want me--”
“Oh, Nickly, you fool,” he softly said, laying on him, covering as much of Nicky’s body with his own as he could. He nuzzled his face against his throat and wrapped his limbs around him. “I adore you. I love you. I want you,” he murmured, interspersed with kisses along his collarbone. He allowed them to dip lower. He noticed the nipple he had sucked on was a darker pink than the other; it looked tender. He brushed his lips over it cautiously and let out a relieved sigh.
“Teddy?” Nicky sounded worried yet again.
“Oh…you nutter. I was just worried that I hurt you.”
“Hurt me? I don’t think you’re capable of hurting people, just--” Nicky cut himself off, leaving the truncated words to fall heavily between them.
Richey drew into himself, shrinking away. “I’m sorry…”
“Oh, fuck, Teddy…I didn’t…mean it like that.” Nicky could already feel the sting of tears. He reached out to Teddy, who although still on him, seemed far away.
Richey’s eyes snapped onto Nick’s when he felt the hand on the small of his back. He welcomed it like a kitten, even purring. Nicky couldn’t help but giggle. “I’ll try to stop.”
“You don’t have to…”
“But I know it hurts you when I do.”
“You will?” To Richey, Nicky’s whole body seemed to be smiling.
“Yeah…I don’t think I need to now.”
“Oh, Teddy.” He worshipped him with soft kisses. He stopped when they heard a loud grumble. It was Richey’s tummy again. “Why don’t we--” he was interrupted by his own growly tummy.
“Let’s make pancakes!”
“Will you show me now?” Richey said petulantly, yet winking, after they had demolished their eggs and toast. After searching through the cupboards, they had come to the tragic conclusion that they had no more pancake mix--well, there was a box, but, to quote Richey, it only had “enough to make one baby pancake.”
“Well, Richard, I just don’t know…”
“Please, Nickly?”
“Well, because you called me Nickly, I shall.” Still smiling, Nicky came over and offered his hand. “Should I show you in the shower?”
“Sure,” Richey said, absolutely bewildered at what Nicky was up to.
“Do you have any idea what I’m going to do?”
“None, but I really wanna know!”
They were now in the bathroom. Nicky turned the water on to warm it up and checked to make sure the bathrobes were on their hooks. They stripped of the little clothes they had--boxers, and a t-shirt for Richey--and Nicky lead a nervous, but eager, Teddy inside.
“First, we need to wash up.” Nick laughed at Richey’s gaping mouth. He cupped his chin and gently shut it.
“Quit making me wait,” Richey half-complained, half-joked, reaching out and grasping Nickly’s hips. Trying to be courageous like Nicky, he quickly rubbed himself against Nicky’s thigh.
“OK, then. Rich, I don’t know whether to tell you or just pounce, but if you don’t want this, just say so--”
Richey gave him a big hug. “Just pounce,” he whispered in his ear, kissing along it. He felt Nicky harden.
Nicky smiled, and promptly dropped to his knees.
“What?” Teddy’s confusion ended as Nicky’s tongue slid along his soft penis.
“Teddy?”
“Y-oh!” Nicky was lapping his balls.
“You want me to do this?” Their eyes locked.
Richey nodded his head vigorously.
“Tell me you want it, Teddy.” His hand stroked along the stiffening shaft.
“I want it, Nickly, please,” he moaned.
Nicky smile became so big Richey thought it was bigger than he had ever seen it. He felt a hot jolt of pleasure when Nicky slid his lips over him, gently sucking him in. “Mmm…” Nicky responded by sucking harder, so Richey moaned “Yes, Nicky, more…” Nicky lightly swatted Richey’s thigh. He stopped for a quick “Drama queen,” then began flicking his tongue over the underside, in that place which Richey found exquisitely sensitive. His eyes snapped shut. His knees threatened to buckle; he grabbed onto Nicky’s shoulders for support.
Nicky wrapped his free arm around his waist. He so was excited at the way Richey was responding to this, the feel and taste of him in his mouth. He could feel the blood pulsating through Richey’s erection, in the small of his back. His own pulse began keeping time with it. Oh, Richey, Richey, I love you. He loved, just loved, doing this for those he loved¾previously for Rachel, now for Richey. Well, it wasn’t the same “this,” but he knew what he meant, and thoroughly enjoyed having his mouth on both of them like this, licking them, stroking them, sucking them in, having their cores within him. Dimly, he heard Richey’s moaning increase, felt his body shaking. His thoughts focused exclusively on Richey, the hand wound in his hair, the other gripping his back, impressing the experience onto his skin forever.
“Nicky, Nicky, Nicky.” Richey thought he sounded like he was calling from afar. He was barely able to stand.
Sensing Richey’s impending orgasm, Nick desperately wanted to entice it out of him. He wrapped a hand around him, enveloping what he couldn’t get with his mouth. He gently squeezed the base and slid to the fraenulum, his mouth momentarily leaving to suck on already tightened balls. He went back and forth, switching hand with mouth.
Richey was close, he could feel it. He struggled to open his eyes--Nicky was before him, his mouth on that part of him. Transfixed, a hand slipped down off Nicky’s shoulder to touch where they met, feeling their soft wet need. Nicky was stopping--no, that wasn’t it, he was just moving to lick and suck on both Richey’s fingers and his dick. “Nicky, please…” Unsure of what he was asking for.
Nicky cocked his head to the side like a silly puppy. His tongue began flicking over the tip again. Just before the dam broke, he said, “I want you to come for me, Richey; do you think this’ll work?” And he took him in again, both hands and his mouth working in tandem to bring him off, to Richey’s enthusiastic moans. The orgasm hit Richey hard, making him holler. Nick eagerly swallowed the warm, bittersweet spurts. Richey slid to the shower’s bottom, cradled by Nicky. “Wow, Nickly, I--” he murmured, suddenly exhausted. Nicky stroked and kissed his hair, but Richey was leaving the world of the awake, so he picked him up and helped him to bed.