Page 39 of Shock & Awe

Nick’s heart was pounding, making it hard to breathe, making it hard to even think. Kelly’s body was warm and hard against his. He’d imagined this so many times over the last few months. He’d fucking craved it.

He worked a second finger inside, moving slowly, twisting, turning the video camera to record it. Kelly arched his body and rewarded him with another deep moan.

“Kels,” Nick gritted out.

“Fuck me, Nick, come on.”

Nick took himself in hand and pushed the head of his cock against Kelly’s ass, pressing forward. Kelly shoved his knee against Nick’s to widen his stance. He was hanging his head and panting, and Nick hadn’t even pushed inside him yet.

Nick put a hand in the center of his back and said, “Breathe out, babe.”

Kelly did, and Nick worked the head of his cock inside him, watching and barely remembering to point the camera toward the action.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Kels,” Nick gasped. He closed his eyes and fought with every ounce of willpower he possessed not to shove in deeper. “I’ve never been inside someone without a condom.”

“First for both of us then,” Kelly said, his voice strained. He raised his head, pushing up on his hands. “Goddamn.”

Nick ran his hand down Kelly’s spine. “Okay?”

Kelly’s answer came out as a hiss. “Fuck yes.”

He hung his head again, pushing his hips back carefully. Nick didn’t move, letting Kelly guide the entry. Kelly groaned louder, going still, and Nick began to rotate his hips, working himself inside. He’d never felt anything like it.

“Yeah, babe,” Kelly grunted, grabbing at Nick’s hip, digging his fingers in and pulling Nick closer. Nick sank further in and gasped, gripping Kelly hard.

“Fuck, Kelly, this isn’t going to last long if you don’t fucking control yourself.”

“You fucking control it,” Kelly grunted. He shoved back again and they both shouted as Nick sank deep.

Nick fumbled with the video camera and raised it to capture himself pulling his cock slowly out and then rocking back in.

“Fuck!” Kelly cried. He grabbed at the covers, his fingers twisting in them.

Nick seated himself, shoving deep, then leaned over and placed his hand on top of Kelly’s, twining their fingers.

“Wreck me, babe,” Kelly pleaded.

“Fuck,” Nick gritted out. He dropped the camera and grabbed Kelly’s hip instead, pulling out and carefully thrusting back in. It took him longer than usual to find a good rhythm, but goddamn Kelly was so fucking tight he had to go slow. He wanted to go slow. He rested his head against Kelly’s shoulder and fucked him, pushing in deep and pulling out until Kelly pleaded. Rolled his hips and tugged at Kelly until both their toes curled.

Kelly’s moans grew louder, his body writhing, his ass so tight Nick thought he might come every time Kelly moved. Kelly finally pushed onto his hands and knees, gasping for breath. He reached out, his hand fumbling for the video camera. He shoved it under him, pointing it so they’d be able to watch from below as Nick fucked him.

Nick buried himself deep and began to laugh. “You’re dirty, Kels.”

“That’s like Satan calling me a bad boy.”

Nick laughed harder and bent over him, rocking into him. Kelly shouted, caught by the new angle.

“Oh Jesus, hello prostate,” he gasped.

Nick gripped his hip hard and hit that angle again. Over and over, until Kelly was barely able to prop himself up anymore. Nick paused just long enough to add more lube to the mix, then sped his rhythm, still aiming for Kelly’s prostate. Their bodies pounded together, the slapping of their skin masked only by Kelly’s shouts for more.

“Fuck, Nick, I’m gonna come,” Kelly managed after several minutes.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Nick gasped. “You’re seriously one of those that can come without being jacked?”

“Keep going.”

“God, I love you,” Nick said as Kelly’s muscles began to tighten and spasm. “If you come, I’m going to.”