Page 38 of Shock & Awe

“Yes you can!” Kelly insisted. He grabbed the hem of Nick’s shirt and yanked it up, shoving it up over his head and then tossing it to the floor. He shoved Nick toward the bed. “I’ll show you.”

Nick stumbled backward, barely able to keep his balance with his jeans riding low around his thighs. “Kelly!”

Kelly shoved him again. “Don’t fight it, Irish, come have your way with me.”

Nick licked his lips and grumbled, but Kelly shoved him one last time and he wound up on his back on the mattress. Kelly yanked his shirt off as he headed for the door and the bags they’d dropped. He was out of sight for a moment, then he returned, naked, with both hands full. He held up a bottle of lubricant in one, and a red flipcam in the other.

“Is that a video camera?” Nick asked, his voice cracking.

Kelly stuck his tongue out, biting it as he nodded.

“You’re crazy,” Nick drawled, unable to keep the affection out of his voice.

Kelly set both his prizes on the bed and untied Nick’s shoes, pulling each one off and dropping it with a heavy thunk to the floor. Then he pulled Nick’s jeans off, followed by his boxers, and climbed onto the bed to straddle Nick.

“Please tell me you haven’t been practicing with someone like this?” Nick said with a strained laugh.

Kelly put both hands on Nick’s chest and leaned over him. “Maybe I’ll show you later how I’ve been spending my nights.”

Nick grunted and Kelly shifted, moving against Nick’s hard cock. Their eyes met, and they both grinned.

“Don’t hold back, Irish,” Kelly taunted.

Nick licked his lips, his eyes raking down Kelly’s body. He sat up, kissing at the scar on Kelly’s chest and up his throat to his jaw. Kelly shifted around in his lap, rubbing his ass against Nick’s cock. Nick held him tighter and kicked his leg out to the side, using the leverage to flip them both and pin Kelly beneath him. They stretched out sideways on the king-sized bed. Kelly arched his back and squeezed his legs against Nick’s hips.

“Jesus Christ, Kelly.”

Kelly laughed and grabbed Nick’s face. “No. Whose name do you say?”

“Yours,” Nick growled.

Kelly bit Nick’s lip as they kissed, not letting go even when Nick pulled back. Nick took hold of his hips and yanked him toward the edge of the bed, scooting back and pulling Kelly with him. When his feet hit the floor, he stood and grabbed Kelly’s legs to flip him over to his stomach. Kelly flailed and grabbed at the bedcovers, but he couldn’t right himself before Nick had him pinned again.

He leaned over him, sliding his hand under Kelly and up his chest to pull their bodies together, his cock hard against Kelly’s ass. Kelly tilted his head to offer up his neck, and Nick bit down, dragging one hand to grip Kelly’s hip. Nick could feel Kelly’s heart hammering against his palm, beating in frantic time with his own.

“Is this how you want it?” Kelly asked. He moved his ass against Nick’s cock, making them both moan.

Nick put his lips to Kelly’s ear, holding him tighter. “I want you every fucking way I can get you.”

Kelly stretched his lean body out to reach for the bottle of lubricant. Nick ran his hand over Kelly’s spine, letting his cock slide against his ass. Good God, he was absolutely sinuous. Nick couldn’t wait to be inside him, to make him writhe.

Kelly handed the lubricant back to him. Nick took the bottle, barely able to stay under control. “We don’t have condoms?”

“Don’t need them.” Kelly’s voice was muffled as he rested on his elbows and hung his head.

Nick rubbed his palm over Kelly’s ass, bending over to kiss his shoulder. “Okay,” he whispered, despite a jolt of nerves, then snapped the bottle open. He straightened back up, stroking himself and watching the rapid rise and fall of Kelly’s breathing. “Hand me that fucking video camera.”

Kelly made a whimpering sound and reached for it, snagging it by the attached string. He turned it on and handed it to Nick. Nick hit record and bent over Kelly to speak against his ear. “I better not see this shit on the internet.”

Kelly pushed up and made an exasperated sound. “Just hurry up and get in there!”

Nick gripped him by his shoulder, laughing. He stroked himself, covering his cock liberally in lube. “Last chance.”

Kelly shivered in Nick’s arms and turned his head, seeking Nick’s lips with his own. As they kissed, Nick reached between them, pressing one slick finger against Kelly’s asshole. Kelly groaned wantonly and rested his forehead on the bed, giving Nick the perfect opening to kiss along his shoulder and neck—kisses Kelly leaned into, and their lips meeting again. Nick slid his tongue into Kelly’s mouth as he slid his finger inside him. It was an easy entry, a gasp and a tightening of muscles Kelly’s only reaction.

“You have been practicing,” Nick growled.

“Try me.”