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want to
break the silence but he didn’t want to hear what Nick had to say
yet. Nick inched back from him so Chris dropped his shirt and tried
to stand on his own. His body was hot and heavy. “I think I’m going
to fall.
    Nick instantly scrambled up to his feet,
getting Chris against the wall again before Chris could think to
say anything about it. Chris looked up, trying to maintain eye
contact but Nick aimed his gaze down at the bottle on the ground,
which had landed right side up.
    “I could use a drink.” The rasp in Nick’s
voice was like getting blown all over again because Chris knew he’d
caused it.
    “Yeah okay,” he agreed dizzily because that
had just happened and his body was on fire. Nick seemed hot too, so
Chris put his hands on Nick underneath his jacket and pulled Nick’s
shirt up from his pants, to cool him off and just to touch him. He
wanted to touch Nick everywhere and hoped he could. “But first…” he
muttered as Nick turned toward him. Nick looked surprised,
especially when Chris kissed him.
    Chris kissed him hard, as hard as Nick’s dick
was for what he’d just done, which was really, awesomely hard for
Chris, so hard Chris had to feel it against his palm. Nick fell
against him the second Chris stuck a hand down his pants.
    Nick had put his hands to the wall at some
point and was still holding them up, but he started shivering when
Chris pushed his tongue into his mouth and felt the slick spurts of
pre-come on Nick’s boxers. The boxers clung to his dick, probably
feeling rough as Chris rubbed experimentally up and down. If it
hurt, Nick didn’t seem to care; he moaned into Chris’s mouth and
shifted his legs apart.
    That was good. Chris didn’t want to hurt him.
He wanted Nick’s kiss stinging against his bottom lip and Nick’s
hands bruising his hips, but he didn’t want to hurt Nicky. He
wanted it to be good for him. He stroked Nick’s cock until his palm
was wet and Nick was shivering uncontrollably and when that didn’t
seem like enough he pulled his hand up to his mouth to lick it. He
grabbed at Nick’s side with his other hand to keep him steady.
Nick’s mouth stayed by his then slid to his ear.
    Nick’s breath was fast, scared, as if the
gentler Chris was the more he couldn’t take it. “So fucking strong.
How are you so fucking strong? Chris, please. Please,” he begged
and then just cried out quietly as Chris eased his boxers away to
jack him. Chris liked the weight of his dick and imagined it his
mouth, thought about blowing Nicky someday and making him cry out
the way he was doing now for something this easy. Nick made noises
like Chris had, like no one had ever touched him like this. Chris
turned his head to kiss him again and Nick shuddered through his
whole body.
    He came almost at the same time, shooting
spunk onto Chris’s hand and probably on their clothes, and then let
go of the wall to stumble into Chris. He was so hot to the touch
that Chris thought he might be drunk enough to pass out but he
stayed on his feet, just barely, and kept his face buried in
Chris’s neck.
    Chris wiped his hand on his already stained
shirt and then put his head back to the wall. He had to catch his
breath. Nick was panting against his throat, the room was swirling,
he could have gone to sleep right then, just like that, if he
didn’t think they’d both fall over. He was aware of the damp skin
under his fingertips and stroked carefully around Nick’s hip to his
back. It brought Nick’s head up.
    Nick’s mouth looked bruised, but then so did
his eyes with the constant shadows under them. Nick could use some
sleep too.
    “Is it okay if we sit down?” Chris wondered
out loud since Nick wasn’t saying anything and Nick jerked upright
only to duck at the low clearance. He grabbed at the bottle and
quickly moved across to the bench. He zipped himself up as he
went.
    Chris remembered his open jeans at that and
fixed himself up as he went over and sat down.
    “Are men