“I’m sorry, too. It wasn’t true what I said, that I stopped being your friend because I didn’t want to hang out with you anymore. I had always felt insecure around you, like a helpless little kid, and it was easier to leave you to the jocks and find kids I felt more comfortable around.”
“I had no idea you felt that way.”
Nico chuckles nervously. “I had no idea how you felt either.”
Elijah blushes, but doesn’t break eye contact, and they are quiet again.
“I don’t know when it started. I guess once we started to get older and everyone would talk about having crushes and who they wanted their first kisses with, you were the only one I ever thought of. I knew you didn’t feel that way, so I kept it to myself, making up stuff about whatever girls everyone else was obsessing over. When you stopped talking to me I got so depressed that my parents made me start counseling.”
Nico feels a stab of pain.
“I should have just talked to you about it, but I was so scared of rejection that I let you walk away, no questions asked. When we played spin the bottle I hoped so much that it would land on you, and when it did and you leaned in, everything came flooding back. I didn’t want you to leave without knowing, but I went about it all wrong. I shouldn’t have cornered you like that.”
It was Nico’s turn to blush, the memory of Elijah pushing him up against the bathroom counter still enough get him going.
“I’m sorry I pushed you off. I was freaked out that I liked it so much and I thought there was no way you could really feel like that about me.”
Elijah’s face is serious. “I still do. I liked you for years and I spent my freshman year of college surrounded by hot guys and girls and could never bring myself to try with anyone else.”
Nico looks down at his hands in his lap. Elijah moves from the desk chair to the bed, the mattress dipping, their legs touching.
“Nico.” Elijah’s voice is firm, but Nico keeps his eyes down. He feels Elijah lean in closer, smelling that cedar wood and amber body wash, and Elijah’s mouth is hovering near his ear. “Nico,” he says again, voice deep and quiet. “I want you to say it’s okay.” He whispers, his hot breath on Nico’s ear sending a shiver down his spine. “Tell me I can try again.”
Nico swallows, almost shaking with nerves and excitement. “It’s okay to try again,” he whispers back.
Elijah’s hand moves to his neck, not squeezing, just holding him there, and Nico’s breath catches in his throat as he feels Elijah’s tongue trace his ear.
He doesn’t know why he says it but Nico blurts out, “I’m a virgin, you know.” Elijah tenses. “I’ve never had sex with a girl or a guy before.” Elijah laughs and uses a finger to turn Nico’s head, looking at him now.
“Are you telling me that you want to have sex with me?”
Nico’s face is warm and red and before he can answer Elijah’s mouth is on his, hot and soft, tongue in his mouth. He pushes Nico down on the bed, his long taut body coming to rest between his legs, Elijah’s hand cradles Nico’s neck as he continues to kiss him. Elijah pulls back enough to slide his hand up Nico’s shirt, fingers finding his nipples, Nico gasping at how sensitive they are.
“I want this off,” Elijah demands, sliding the shirt up and over Nico’s head. Elijah’s mouth is back on his, then moves to his jaw, his neck, his collarbone. Nico writhes beneath him, the kissing and licking and sucking driving him wild. Elijah’s mouth on his nipple, Nico reaches for Elijah’s back as he bucks beneath him. He pulls futilely at the shirt, Elijah stopping long enough to remove it, the feeling of their skin pressed together hot and right, and Nico wants to look at him but can’t help closing his eyes as Elijah trails kisses from his chest to his stomach. Elijah drags his tongue across the skin just above the waistband of his sweats and Nico shudders.
“Elijah,” he pants, as he feels Elijah’s hand side up the inside of his thigh. Elijah looks up then, eyes hungry, meeting Nico’s flushed face.
“Do you want me to stop?” He asks.
Nico shakes his head, and Elijah keeps his eyes on him as he brings his hand to the painfully obvious bulge in Nico’s pants. He smiles wickedly as Nico cries out. Elijah nuzzles his face into Nico’s crotch, thinking about how he might smell, what he might taste like. His hands tug until the sweatpants and boxers beneath come down to reveal Nico’s hard cock, messy with precum. Elijah tosses the clothes to the floor, leaving Nico naked on the bed, shivering. Elijah looks him up and down slowly, removing his own jeans, his erection straining against the briefs he keeps on.
He crawls on top of Nico, kissing him before whispering in his ear, “You look so fuckable right now.” Nico groans and watches as Elijah moves back down between his legs, his face inches from Nico’s hardness. Elijah’s mouth is on the line where Nico’s leg meets his groin, licking and sucking at the sensitive area, Nico bucking and twitching in anticipation.
“Elijah, please,” he begs. “Fuck, please put your mouth on me.”
He feels Elijah’s smile and looks down as Elijah grabs him from the base and presses a gentle kiss to the tip, precum smearing his lips. Nico knows he won’t last long once Elijah opens his mouth and takes in the head. He moves tantalizing slow, tongue swirling, and then his head sinks lower and lower until all of Nico is inside him. Nico can’t help but thrust, the hot tight wetness of Elijah’s throat making him wild. He humps himself into Elijah, meaning loudly, whispering, “I’m gunna cum, Eli, you’re gunna make me cum.” Elijah doesn’t stop him, just lets Nico fuck his face, driving him over the edge when his hand cups Nico’s balls, fingers pressed against the space so close to his hole. Nico shudders, spilling into Elijah’s mouth who sucks up and swallows all of his cum. When he finally pulls off, Nico can hardly move. Elijah moves to take off his underwear, his massive cock springing up to his stomach with a thwack. Nico gapes at it. Elijah is on top of Nico again, but this time he sits on his chest, Nico’s arms pinned beneath Elijah’s strong thick legs.
“I’ve always wanted to see you squirm like that,” Elijah says, breathless. He moans as he finally grips himself, stroking slowly, thumb rubbing the slit on his head, slicking himself with his own precum. Nico’s lids are heavy, still panting from his own orgasm, feeling himself get hard again as he watches Elijah tug on himself, unable to move his hands.
“You look so good naked and hard for me. I loved it when you said my name, when you called me Eli right before you came.” Elijah is stroking faster now, his balls tensing, dick twitching. Nico whimpers and Elijah swears.
“I’m gunna put this big cock inside of you, you know. I’m gunna touch you until you’re a mess like you are right now and then I’m going to fuck you.” Nico is breathing heavy, his own hardness twitching as Elijah groans, imagining the two of them joined together like that.
“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue. Good, that’s right.” Elijah continues to jerk himself, the tip rubbing on Nico’s flat tongue, no warning as he sprays hot cum all over Nico’s face and mouth. With a final groan he flops onto his back beside Nico, each of them breathing hard, too spent to say a word, Nico licking his lips and swallowing what made it into his mouth and leaving the rest on his face.