Could You Just Hold Me? 16/50
Chapter 16
They didn't stop for a second handjob but by the time they reached their destination Nick was sprawled all over Dean, sucking and biting his neck while he humped his leg.
"Dean, please." He murmured into his skin. "I need it, please."
"We're here." Dean pried Nick's hands off with quite some difficulty. "Let's get inside. There's a bed, sounds good? Better than in the car, right?"
Nick tried to hold him back but Dean slipped out of the car and Nick howled out his frustration. He needed him. Now.
When Dean opened the passenger side door, Nick was on him again in a heartbeat, smashing their lips together, his tongue forcing its way into Dean's mouth, exploring, claiming. His hands were all over Dean, he wanted to touch him everywhere. Slipping them under his shirt, Nick explored the well-defined chest, brushed with his thumbs over the nipples and stroke along the sides down till he reached the waistband of Dean's jeans.
He caught Dean's leg between his and rubbed off against it. Friction was good, Nick hummed with pleasure at the feeling of rough fabric on the tender flesh of his cock.
"Nick." Dean dragged him towards the house. "C'mon, inside."
"Want you." Nick sneaked his hand down into Dean's pants tucked at his flaccid cock. "Need you. Wanna fuck you." His other hand found Dean's ass and gave it a squeeze.
Dean fumbled with the key but then they were inside and Dean switched on the lights.
"Upstairs." He tried to guide him up the stairs but Nick couldn't wait that long. He needed Dean under him now. They passed a room that looked like a study with a nice desk.
Nick changed direction while he worked on opening Dean's fly.
"Okay, that'll work, too." Dean mumbled when he realized where the journey was going. "Just give me a second."
Nick didn't have a second. He yanked Dean's pants down and bent him over the desk, holding him down with one hand on his neck while he fumbled with the other one to get his aching cock out.
"Just …" Dean squirmed under him to get something out of his pocket. He came up with a tube of lube.
Lube was good, Nick hadn't thought about that. Lube was better than spit.
"Hurry." Nick pushed, this took way too long. "Wanna fuck you. Gonna fuck you so good."
"Whatever you say." Dean shook his legs to get his pants farther down so he could spread his legs a little bit wider and then he reached back to smear lube between his ass cheeks. He squeezed another glob on his fingers and grabbed Nick's cock.
Nick hissed at the sudden cold but there was Dean's hand too, stroking him, and that felt good but it was not enough.
Done with the foreplay Nick lined up and then smashed their hips together, sinking into Dean's heat in one hard thrust.
"Fuck!" Dean tensed under him and struggled and that even felt better. This was what he needed, Dean hot and tight around him. Nick bottomed out and pushed back in, immediately setting a brutal pace. Books and papers were wiped from the plate, the desk rocking with every thrust.
It didn't take long for Nick to come. He came balls-deep in Dean, his cock jerking and twitching with every wave of his orgasm rippling through him and for a second it was amazing, exactly what he needed.
But his cock was still painfully hard, still aching for more. This was good but not quite right, it could be better, it could be perfect. Maybe if he thrust harder, deeper.
Nick twisted Dean's arms behind his back, holding them there in an iron grip, and used that as leverage for a new angle. Dean had to bow his back, strained muscles stood out under his sweat soaked shirt, while Nick snapped his hips, pistoning in and out.
Dean's grunts of pain overlapped with his own of frustration. This was still not right. Nick worked himself to his next orgasm because that was the only way to go.
He screamed out his climax mixed with frustration and raw need.
"Please." He cried and collapsed on the floor. "I need it, please."
"Shh." Dean whispered in his ear. "It's alright."
Gentle hands urged him out of his clothes but every little brush of skin on skin sent shivers of need through him. Then Dean's hand was on his cock again, working him in long, even strokes, and even if it was far from what he really needed it was enough to ground Nick for a moment.
"Let's take a cold shower." Dean helped him to stand up. "It helps."
Nick didn't want to shower but Dean had his hand on his cock and Nick followed him like a dog on a leash. At some point Dean had lost his clothes, too, and now Nick had a great view on his ass. Muscles flexed with every step and come dripped out of his hole, making its way slowly down his inner thigh.
Nick licked his lips and wanted nothing more than to fuck Dean against the next wall. So he did. He slammed Dean against the nearest spot of unfurnished wall, not minding the little desk with the vase on top he tipped over in the process.
"Dammit, Nick." Dean hissed but didn't fight him when Nick kicked his legs farther apart. Chest and cheek pressed at the wall Dean looked gorgeous, Nick couldn't get his hands off him.
"You're pretty." Nick mouthed along his neck, tasting him. "And you taste good, too."
Then he bit down hard while he slammed back home into that already well used hole.
Dean bit back a scream.
It took Nick longer to climax now. He grabbed Dean's hips bruisingly hard and rammed into him. This time he must have hit his prostate just right because Dean now moaned more because of pleasure than pain. When Dean came, he took Nick with him over the edge. It felt even less right than before.
"C'mon, shower." Dean turned and Nick's still hard cock slipped out of him.
For the moment exhausted Nick followed Dean to the bathroom. The shower was small, not really big enough for two grown men, but Nick didn't want Dean to be more than an inch away from him anyway.
The cold water did help. For a while they stood in a tight embrace, Nick's stubbornly hard cock trapped between their bodies and Nick cried into the crook of Dean's neck with whispered words of reassurance in his ear.
They ended with Dean's back plastered against the tiles, his right leg bent over Nick's arm and Nick fucking him merciless while ice-cold water splashed over both of them, muffling their cries.
When Nick was done for the moment, Dean dried both of them off and they even reached the bedroom without incidents.
Nick immediately tried to push Dean on the bed but Dean manhandled him to sit on the edge while he knelt between Nick's legs.
"Can we give my ass a pause?" Dean asked with a forced smile. Before Nick could protest Dean had his fingers curled around the base of Nick's erection and the tip of his tongue circled the dark head. The stupid thing was constantly leaking precome but Dean didn't seem to mind.
Nick whimpered in need but leaned back a little and fisted the sheets in a white knuckled grip to anchor himself.
Dean's talented tongue and mouth on him turned him into a bubbling mess and it didn't take long for him to come in Dean's mouth. Bobbing up and down his length Dean worked him through the jerks.
"There you go." Dean kept jacking him while he sat back on his heels and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
Nick needed more. Driven by raw need he stood up and grabbed Dean's head with both hands, fingers digging into his scalp, holding him in place, and then he forced his way back into the wet silky heat of his mouth.
Dean took a surprised breath with his nostrils wide but after a second he relaxed his jaw and gave no more resistance.
Nick fucked his face. Dean choked and gagged around Nick abusing his mouth which made the muscles of his throat flutter, giving Nick that special little extra. It still didn't feel quite right but this was closer than before. It didn't take long for Nick to come deep in Dean's throat.
Coughing and spitting Dean landed on the floor and for a second Nick managed to surface from the fog of need.
"Dean, you okay?"
"It's okay, Nick." He sounded hoarse and a mixture of spit and come was smeared around his mouth. With his thumb Nick wiped the mess from Dean's lips and then he helped him to get on the bed.
Lying next to each other they even found a minute to relax.
"I'm sorry, Dean." He could feel the need rushing back like a huge wave ready to take him under.
"Not your fault." Dean kissed him, sweet and tender. Then the need was back and everything melted into one growing spiral of need and more and not right.
Nick bent Dean in half and fucked him on the bed. He thought, they stayed in bed for a while but later he wasn't sure anymore. He remembered another cold shower or two and fucking Dean bent over the bathtub. They did it on a couch, on the floor and on every vertical surface in the house and against most of the horizontal ones as well. At some point it wasn't about getting off or doing it right anymore, at some point it was just fucking against the growing pain.
When he came to for real the next time, Nick sat on the bathroom floor between Dean's outstretched legs. Leaning against the bathtub Dean held Nick's head with one hand so it rested at his shoulder while he jacked Nick with the other one. His movement was sluggish and weak but he kept going.
"Please, stop." Nick whimpered in pain. His cock felt like it had been skinned alive and what he saw of it under Dean's hand looked red and raw.
"Please, Dean. It's too much. Stop, please. Red, Dean, red. Please, red. Red." He mumbled his safe-word which he'd never used before. Never had to use before. But now it was too much. He couldn't stand it anymore, he couldn't.
He squirmed weakly and Dean let go of his cock, his hand falling lifelessly to his side. Instantly the pain turned to hot agony. Every nerve was on fire, acid eating through his groin and his skin felt so tight and hot, it had to blister and crack.
Nick screamed.
Then Dean's hand was back and the pain became almost bearable again. Nick sobbed in relief. But it was short-lived. The pain was still more than he could stand and he already fought his way out of Dean's hold again.
"Make it stop. Please make it stop." He rolled his head to look up at Dean. Their eyes met for a second, Dean's dark and hollow and his face was coated with traces spit and come and tears. Dean stroke Nick's cheek and rested his chin on his head while his other hand mechanically worked Nick's still erected cock.
"Make it stop." Nick begged. "Please, just make it stop."
"Shh." Dean made, his voice almost gone. "It's okay, I got you." The words a meaningless slur, a litany repeated over and over again.
Nick reached for Dean's hand on his face and slowly dragged it farther down. They both were trembling from exhaustion and Nick had no strength left but he still managed to place Dean's hand on his throat and to bent the fingers to close them with the palm resting on his bobbing Adam's apple. Nick felt the slight resistance when he swallowed.
"Make it stop. Please."
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