Riding the Board, page 4
Nick watched him as he sucked each of Blake’s fingers into his mouth, one by one, and licked him clean. Blake thought he might come just from the gentle suction.
When Nick had finished, he moved in one smooth motion to propel himself up and over Blake, straddling his hips. He intertwined the fingers on their bound hands, stretching them up and over Blake’s head as he bent down, bringing his mouth within an inch of Blake’s.
Blake could feel Nick’s softening cock resting along his thigh. His heart was racing, his erection straining against his belly. His head was so clouded with lust, he wasn’t able to understand why Nick was on top of him. All he knew was that the solid weight of Nick pressing him into the mattress felt incredible.
Nick reached between them, wrapping his hand around Blake’s erection. Blake cried out and tried to arch into the tightness, but the weight of Nick’s body kept him still. He was bound to Nick and totally at his mercy.
“You gotta tell me if you don’t want this,” Nick whispered against his mouth. His lips brushed against Blake’s as he spoke, but he was too far away for any actual pressure. Blake whimpered.
“Blake,” Nick said, backing off a little, “you gotta tell me if you want me to stop.”
“Please. Don’t…,” Blake begged.
“Don’t?” Nick asked, face falling as he pulled his hand away.
“No!” Blake cried. “No. Don’t stop.”
The corner of Nick’s mouth quirked up into a smile as he dove back in, stroking Blake’s cock up and down with just the right amount of pressure. “Like this?” he asked.
“God, yes. Like that,” Blake gasped. This wasn’t going to take very long. Blake could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening up as the pressure at the base of his spine grew. It felt so good; he wanted to drag it out forever. He could stay like this, locked in the feelings Nick was tearing from him, and never have to question why this felt so much better than it ever had before.
He was so close, almost there—he just needed a little more. He reached up and slid his hand along the back of Nick’s neck, pulling his head down and crushing their mouths together. Nick moaned and opened up for him, sliding his tongue along Blake’s and sending Blake right over the edge, come spilling between them.
Nick kissed Blake through his orgasm, swallowing his cries and gentling his lips as Blake came down. Nick tried to pull away, but Blake held him there, kissing him again and keeping him close. He wasn’t ready to let go yet. He wanted to ride the blissed-out feeling permeating his body for just a little while longer.
Nick kissed him back, seemingly content for the moment. “Blake,” he whispered, pressing kisses to the side of his neck.
“Yeah?”
“Gimme a couple minutes and we’ll go again?” Nick said, pulling back and giving Blake a boyish smile.
Blake smiled back. “Yeah.”
“Wanna go rinse off?”
Blake glanced down at the rapidly drying pool of come on his belly. “Yeah. Probably a good idea, huh?”
They got up and walked into the bathroom. As he had before, Blake turned the taps on and started the shower, only this time there was no clothing to remove and no bashfulness at seeing each other naked.
They stepped under the spray together, the warm water falling down over them. Blake kissed Nick again, taking advantage of having him naked and willing in the shower with him. He wasn’t sure if the cloud of euphoria would last until morning, but he was going to enjoy it while he could. For once they weren’t bickering. There was no hostility between them, no anger. The tension and the irritation were gone, and in their place, warm contentment took hold.
Nick returned Blake’s kisses and helped to soap him up. They spread the thick lather between them, skin sliding as they washed one another. It felt so good to touch Nick like this, easy and languid, exploring the slick surface of his skin as much as he wanted. It had been far too long since someone touched Blake like this, and there was a little niggling in the back of his mind, worrying that he was quickly becoming addicted to Nick’s touch.
“Can I ask you a question?” Nick asked.
“Sure,” Blake said.
“Why does Alex call you Lou?”
“Are you going to stop calling me Lucy if I tell you?”
“Maybe,” Nick said, smiling teasingly.
“It’s short for loutre. He started calling me petite loutre—little otter—when I was a kid because I lived for the water. My parents could never get me out of the pool. It stuck and eventually he shortened it to Lou.”
“So he’s been your coach since you started?”
“Yeah, since Patrick and I were four. Our moms worked together. Both of us had too much energy, so they decided to put us in swimming. I took one look at the diving board and wanted to try. My first jump and I knew that was it for me. It’s like flying.”
“Yeah.” Nick sighed. “That second you jump from the tower or when you’re riding the board and everything lines up for the perfect dive? There’s nothing better than that,” he said, grinning. “Well, almost nothing.”
Blake guided Nick backward, pressing him against the white-tiled wall. Nick hissed when his back hit the cold tile, but Blake kissed him, trying to erase any momentary discomfort. He slid his knee between Nick’s thighs, anchoring him to the cool surface and encouraging him to rut against his hip. Nick pressed his lips harder against Blake’s and rubbed up against him. Blake felt Nick’s cock begin to fill against his belly, and Nick groaned, sliding his hard length along the ridge of muscles along Blake’s groin.
The need for Nick was overwhelming in its simplicity. Nothing had felt this good, maybe ever, and Blake wanted to stay like this as long as he could.
Nick let his head fall back against the wall as Blake kissed down the column of his throat. “The water’s getting cold… you ready to go back to bed?” he asked, slightly out of breath.
“Yeah, let’s go.” Blake knew it was a loaded question. There was a deeper question hidden there, and one Blake had been subconsciously struggling with all week. He hadn’t wanted to acknowledge the powerful attraction between them, but now they were well past the point of pretending. When Nick voiced the question, Blake’s answer came easily. He stepped back to turn off the shower before pushing the curtain to one side and handing Nick a heavy blue towel. They dried off quickly, a new fire lit in their bellies, the anticipation for what was coming next making them clumsy and eager.
They were still damp when they made it to the bedroom, their skin sticky with moisture as they fell onto the bed in a mass of limbs. Nick rolled them so Blake was lying on him, every inch of their bodies touching. Nick’s skin was warm against his, almost feverish. They kept their bound hands anchored together with their fingers intertwined while their other hands explored. Nick touched him everywhere, flicking gently at Blake’s nipples.
He couldn’t help the noise he made, somewhere between a groan and a broken whimper. The air crackled and sizzled between them, and Blake wanted to keep kissing him forever. He was absolutely drunk on the way Nick tasted. They rubbed against each other, letting the pressure build until Nick broke their kiss. Panting against Blake’s mouth, he ground out his words. “You got stuff?”
“Oh… yeah.” It had taken a moment for him to realize what Nick was asking for, but once the image clicked in his head, he reached over to the bedside table and pulled the necessary supplies out of the drawer. Nick took the little foil packet from Blake’s fingers and tore it open, rolling the condom down over Blake’s erection, before lying back and letting his knees fall open.
“What—”
“Wanna feel you inside me. Is that okay?”
He was absolutely beautiful, spread and ready. Blake swallowed hard. “Yeah. More than okay… I just thought…”
“You thought I’d wanna top?”
“Well, yeah.”
Nick pulled him down and kissed him again. “I do, and when we’re done this way, I will. I've just been waiting a long time to watch you moving over me, so just fuck me.”
Blake didn’t need to be asked twice. He clicked open the bottle of lube and coated his fingers.
“I don’t need much,” Nick said. “I like the burn… want it… just go slow, okay?”
Blake nodded, sliding the cold liquid onto the tip of his cock and smoothing it down the sides. He poised the tip at Nick’s entrance and pushed forward slowly. Nick hissed at the intrusion, but then Blake popped through the tight ring of muscle and, as slowly as he could, he slid all the way in to the hilt. It took everything in him not to squeeze his eyes shut against the pleasure as the point where their bodies joined created a cascade of sensations through him that had him struggling to keep his control.
Blake stilled for a moment to give Nick time to adjust and to allow himself a chance to rein his body back in. He was close already. Embarrassingly close. Blake would die if it was all over this quickly, but Nick’s body was so tight, so hot, and the knowledge that he wanted this as much as Blake did made every cell in Blake’s body light up.
Nick slid his left hand down and grabbed Blake’s ass, pulling him forward as he tilted his hips up and ground against him. Blake took the hint, steeling himself with a deep breath before withdrawing halfway out and plunging back in. As he thrust, Nick angled up to meet him, but the rhythm was stilted and uncoordinated. Blake shifted, changing angles, and quickened his pace. Blake slid his arm beneath the arch in Nick’s back. Finally, something seemed to click between them and they began moving as if their whole bodies were bound rather than just their wrists. Their rhythm became suddenly elegant. Blake thrust and Nick rose up to meet him, pushing Blake deeper inside him.
Blake was engulfed, surrounded by Nick’s body, his arms, his scent. The whole moment enveloped him, and Blake would have happily drowned in it. Every nerve ending was primed, his body a mass of sensation. The pace accelerated, but they were perfectly coordinated—both men moving in absolute complement to one another. Blake reached down, wrapping his fist around Nick’s length, pulling in time to his thrusts. Nick was so hard, his cock the only part of him that wasn’t fluid and pliant beneath Blake’s hands. He wanted to push Nick over the edge, to obliterate him with the force of the pleasure.
“Almost,” Nick warned breathlessly.
Blake kissed him hard enough to bruise and snapped his hips harder. Nick cried out against his mouth as he spasmed around Blake’s cock, waves of sensation pulsing through him as Nick’s orgasm triggered Blake’s own. They came together, a mass of muscle and breath and sweat, then collapsed against one another, shattered but satisfied.
Eventually their breathing slowed, and Blake pulled out carefully. He quickly disposed of the condom and wiped his stomach with a tissue before pulling Nick back into his arms. He kissed his forehead, too tired to worry about being too affectionate or whether or not this was a one-night thing. He resolved not to worry about it and just enjoy the feeling of Nick’s body pressed against his.
Blake woke up an hour before the alarm was set to go off. He was warm and comfortable. During the night, Nick had pulled him close and wrapped his arm around Blake, spooning up against him. Blake wasn’t complaining. It was a very nice way to wake up.
He wasn’t sure what had prompted the change, but whatever switch had flipped, he was glad. The suddenly agreeable Nick was much more pleasant to be around than the Nick he had started his week with. In fact, he was actually enjoying his company—almost too much. He snuggled back, trying not to jostle the mattress. He wanted to let Nick sleep. They’d passed out after the first round of sex only to wake up a few hours later and repeat the experience the other way around, Nick topping this time.
Blake’s body still ached. It had been far too long since he’d had sex. For a few minutes, he let himself relive the night before in his mind. Nick had been gentler than he’d expected. Blake’s heart stuttered at the memory.
He closed his eyes and drifted off to the sound of Nick sleeping next to him.
Chapter Five
Hour four of the three-meter dives and things were going well—better than well. Alex ran them through drills, basic stuff, and with the exception of a little wobble before they’d both been fully warmed up, it became apparent that their bodies had begun to anticipate each other’s movements. Blake let his mind flick off and used instinct rather than intellect when he was trying to match Nick’s movements.
Synchronized diving was a partnership, almost like a dance, and it took both of them to make it work. Blake, being the more experienced of the two, did his best to make up for the areas where Nick fell a little behind.
Blake was shocked with how quickly they’d been able to improve their jumps. It was a small miracle they were now in impeccable synchronicity with the height of their takeoffs, and their midair positions were getting close to competition level.
Only a few more dives and Alex would be dismissing them for the day. Blake found his mind drifting to the unscheduled hours they had together after practice. His body thrummed with excitement. He was sore from the night before, but it wouldn’t stop him from taking full advantage of having Nick in his bed for one more night.
He knew it was stupid, that he should shrug off what happened between them as a onetime—er, one-night—thing and move on, but the knowledge that Nick would be sleeping next to him, close enough to reach out and touch him with very little effort required… it did strange things to Blake’s chest.
If he were being honest with himself, there was no way they were going to keep their hands off each other, so while they were forced to share such close quarters, there was no point in pretending it wasn’t going to happen.
Acknowledging that was easy enough, but Blake didn’t want to think about what would happen after the week was up. There were decisions he needed to make. Big decisions. Not just whether or not he and Nick would continue whatever it was they were doing in the privacy of Blake’s bedroom. There were questions about the trajectory of Blake’s career, about Nick’s, and whether or not those trajectories would be intertwined or completely independent.
When they arrived home, Blake was intensely aware that it was their last night bound together. A sudden uneasiness rode him, making his stomach turn. He had thought he would barely make it through the week without killing Nick, and now he was reluctant for it to end. So much had changed in a few short days. The thoughts he had pushed off dealing with came flooding over him. There were so many unanswered questions, and he was all at once feeling very edgy.
The second they walked through the door, Nick was on Blake, pushing his sweats down over his hips and pulling him into the bedroom. He seemed as anxious as Blake felt—nervous energy mingling with undeniable lust. Nick’s hands were trembling as he pushed Blake toward the bed, kissing him hard.
Blake collapsed on the mattress, and Nick followed after him, pressing his body against the soft surface and holding Blake down with the weight of him.
“I've been thinking about this all day,” Nick said. His voice was ragged, strained, like a fraying rope pulled too hard.
“Thinking about what?” Blake knew, but he wanted to hear Nick say the words, to know what they sounded like in Nick's lust-roughened voice.
“Fucking you. I wanted to touch you all goddamn day. You know how hard it is to watch you? All perfect lines and tight muscles, knowing I can't touch you? Your ass should be fucking illegal.”
“You can touch me now.” Blake was barely able to get the words out with the way the lust constricted his throat.
Nick growled and angled his body to increase pressure on Blake's cock. Nick wasn't the only one affected. He'd been hard from the moment the door slammed shut, maybe before if he was being honest. Blake wanted this as much as he did. He'd been distracted and easily thrown off all day, knowing what would happen when Nick got him alone.
Blake could smell the chlorine in Nick’s hair, even though they’d showered after practice. Nick trailed his mouth down Blake’s throat, and Blake arched up into the contact, feeling like he couldn’t get close enough to Nick, even though they were pressed together, knee to knee and chest to chest.
Nick’s free hand was in Blake’s hair. He tightened his fingers, making Blake’s scalp sting a little as Nick tugged his head to the side to give himself better access. He graze his teeth along the skin below Blake’s ear, and the combination of the softness of Nick’s mouth with the gentle scraping bite had Blake biting his bottom lip to keep from begging.
He wanted to beg, wanted Nick to get to the main attraction, but the lead up was so good, so painfully good, that even though Blake was going mad with need, he held it together, forcing himself to be patient and enjoy the sensations Nick seemed intent upon torturing him with.
Slowly, Nick made his way down Blake’s body. With only one hand to work with, he made the most of his mouth, mapping every plane, every valley of muscle, all the way to the base of Blake’s cock. It stood out, flushed, hard, and swollen with need. There was nothing he wanted more in that moment than to feel Nick’s mouth around him, sucking him down, and pulling his orgasm from him.
Blake wasn’t that lucky, though.
Nick tormented him, kissing him everywhere but where Blake wanted him most. He teased the oversensitive flesh behind Blake’s balls with his fingertips, applying just enough pressure to drive Blake crazy.
“Jesus fuck, Nick. You’re killing me.”
“You need something, Emmrich?”
“Yeah, I need you to either suck me off or fuck me.”
Nick looked up at him but didn’t respond. The expression he wore made Blake nervous. There was something wicked about his smile, the way his eyes narrowed slightly. He slipped two fingers into his mouth and leaned forward once more. In an instant, he’d given Blake everything he asked for as Blake’s cock hit the back of Nick’s throat at the same moment he pushed both fingers into Blake’s ass.
“Fuck.” Nick didn’t give him a chance to adjust. Apparently he approached sex the same way he did diving… with undivided focus and an absolute hunger to win.
