Read Don't Read in the Closet: Volume Four Online
Authors: Various Authors
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he wanted more, like, now. Nik broke Jurgen’s hold and swiveled his
hips, arching his back away from the door. Jurgen fucked him with his
fingers briefly before he was licking under Nik’s head and pulling his
fingers out. He stood up, his jeans undone and his cock so hard it was
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almost pointing up. He grabbed the backs of Nik’s thighs and yanked
him up, bringing his legs around Jurgen’s hips.
“Hold on to me, Nikky.”
“Oh, fuck,” Nik gasped, feeling the slick leather of Jurgen’s chaps
against his inner thigh. “You can pick me up, that’s so hot.” Jurgen
smiled tightly, then pinned Nik’s body to the door with his shoulders,
taking one hand off a thigh to guide his prick to Nik’s asshole. He
pushed steadily until he popped through the muscle, then he froze.
It hurt, but fuck it, he wanted it now. Nik shoved on Jurgen’s
shoulders until Jurgen let up a little, then started working himself
down Jurgen’s cock. Jurgen shuddered again. It felt so good. Slightly
painful, but it really was that hot and that much better without a
condom. Nik slid down until he could feel Jurgen’s pubic hair against
him and the zipper of Jurgen’s fly scraping against the back of his
thighs. Nik gasped and panted, looking at Jurgen through slitted eyes,
letting the residual pain melt into pleasure. His ass throbbed in the
best possible way.
Jurgen looked… different. Like it was that much better for him,
too. Nik let himself think it was because Jurgen cared about him. It
wasn’t just the incredible physical sensations, but the emotions, too.
“Fuck me.” He draped his arms over Jurgen’s shoulders and laid his
head back on the door.
Jurgen pinned him against the door, gripping the back of Nik’s
thighs so hard he would definitely leave bruises, and fucked him.
Hard and fast, grunting every time he shoved himself home, skin
slapping. The door was bouncing on its hinges, slamming
rhythmically into its frame.
Jurgen wasn’t messing around with teasing or anything. He found
the angle that Nik needed on the third thrust and hit it every time after.
Nik was moaning constantly, now, arching, snugging his legs up
higher on Jurgen’s body, knees slipping under Jurgen’s open
motorcycle jacket, pushing his shoulders against the door and pushing
out to meet Jurgen’s thrusts. He gave a momentary, disjointed thought
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to his neighbors passing by in the hall. They’d all know he was getting
his brains fucked out against his front door. Nik moaned so loud it
qualified as a cry.
“Not gonna last, Nikky.” Jurgen’s forehead was pressed against his
shoulder, and Nik turned his head enough to kiss Jurgen’s ear. “Jerk
yourself for me.” Nik fisted himself, yanking fast and hard, not trying
to keep time with Jurgen’s thrusts. “So hot,” Jurgen gasped. His thrusts
got spastic, and he shoved in so hard Nik’s tailbone hit the door. Nik
could feel him coming inside him, feel hot liquid rushing into him, not
contained by latex. Jurgen bit his shoulder, hard, and Nik felt a spark
start there and shoot down his spine, exploding in his balls and he
seized up, jerking as cum shot out of him. He threw his head back
against the door and yelled through his teeth.
Jurgen was grinding against him, and it went on forever. Long
after Nik stopped shooting out white stuff, muscles were contracting,
sending shocks through him. Finally, Nik dropped his hand, too
sensitive to touch himself anymore. Jurgen was panting hard beside
him, head resting on the door. Still inside him. Nik was hit by the
wave of love and warmth that he’d been feeling more and more after
sex with Jurgen, and he hung on to it, refusing to let the bad stuff in
too soon.
The bad stuff didn’t show. Jurgen kissed his shoulder, almost
lovingly. “Gonna have my teeth marks in you for a bit.” He sounded
satisfied. Nik smiled lazily. “Hold on, Nikky,” Jurgen said, sliding out
of Nik’s body carefully. Nik’s back muscles clenched at the sensation
and he sighed. Jurgen gripped him tighter and jerked away from the
door, taking Nik with him.
“Shit!” Nik grabbed on to Jurgen’s shoulders, pressing against
him. He looked down. Yeah, they were moving.
“How hot is it that I can carry you?” Jurgen sounded amused. And
a little strained.
“So hot,” Nik sighed. He smiled against Jurgen’s skin.
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They made it to the bedroom, in spite of Nik’s sweat pants trailing
off of one leg, trying to trip Jurgen up. Jurgen threw him on the bed,
and Nik yelped while Jurgen laughed. He followed Nik down, pulling
clothes off both of them. The rest of the way off. He used his shirt to
wipe them off.
Jurgen flung a careless arm across Nik’s chest, and Nik decided it
qualified as cuddling. Doubly so when Jurgen pulled Nik into his side
and kissed his shoulder sloppily. He could feel Jurgen’s breath
slowing down and becoming regular. When it got to the point where
he knew Jurgen was drowsy but not asleep Nik asked, “Have you ever
done that before?”
Jurgen didn’t answer right away. Of course. “Fucked someone
without a condom?” he finally asked.
“Yeah.” Nik worked to keep his breathing normal. Hopefully he
was channeling casual interest.
“Never. ‘S’why I got on my chopper and came up here as soon as I
got that letter.”
Oh. Wait, he’d… Nik did the math. If Jurgen got home at a little
after eight, read the results and was here before 10:30, that meant he’d
basically come straight from work. Nik bit his tongue, to keep it from
asking if Jurgen would have done that to fuck anyone without a
condom, or if it was just him.
Nik decided to believe it was just him.
Gah. He was a big sap.
****
The last time, when Nik was complaining about no one mentioning all
that cum leaking out, Jurgen flipped him over and rubbed Nik down,
massaging his ass and thighs, running his fingers through the sticky.
Dipping his fingers into Nik’s hole for more and painting him with it.
He did it so long Nik was starting to wonder if Jurgen was developing
a fetish. He knew he was. Jurgen had him arching up from the bed, ass
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in the air, begging. By the time he finally entered him, Nik was about
as open as he could be. Jurgen shoved into his ass in one stroke, until
his balls were resting on Nik’s. Then Jurgen stretched his heavy body
out, covering Nik from neck to toe, touching him everywhere. He slid
his hands along Nik’s arms, intertwining their fingers. It felt like being
held down and being held at the same time.
Jurgen fucked him long and slow, taking his time, kissing the back
of Nik’s neck, whispering to him. How sexy he was, how it made
Jurgen’s muscles clench when he looked at him. Calling him Nikky in
that scratchy voice. It felt so good that Nik fell into orgasm without
realizing it was there, no one touching his dick. Jurgen milked him,
fucking the cum out of him. So intense Nik couldn’t make a sound, he
just seized and jerked.
It was mind-blowing. An altered state of reality. “Wish they made
a drug this good,” Nik mumbled when he could. “I’d take it all the
time, even if you arrested me for it.” The last thing he heard before he
fell asleep was Jurgen laughing. Jurgen’s hand was resting on the
small of his back, lips in his hair.
When Nik woke up, Jurgen was moving quietly around the room
in the pre-dawn light, fully dressed. “Hey,” Nik mumbled.
Jurgen looked up and smiled briefly. Pre-occupied, but genuine.
“Can’t find my keys,” he told Nik, getting on his knees to look under
the bed.
“You have to leave now?” Nik pushed himself up on an elbow.
Jeez, he sounded whiny.
“Have to work at two, Nikky. Haven’t done a damn thing since
yesterday around the house. ‘Sides, you have papers to grade.”
Nik yawned. “I’m not going to get them done. Something came
up. Three times.” And jeez, his ass could feel it.
Jurgen lifted his head up over the mattress and flashed him a
smile. “Not too bad for a guy who’s already thirty-one.”
Nik snorted. “Not too bad for a guy who’s only twenty-seven.”
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Jurgen sat back on his heels, a jingling noise making it clear he’d
found his keys. Nik kept his expression neutral. Jurgen leaned
forward, over the edge of the mattress, and kissed him. He did it
naturally, like he always kissed Nik goodbye. Actually, come to think
of it, he did anymore.
“Bye, Nikky. I’ll see you on Friday? I have the weekend off.
Thought I’d come up again. If you want.”
Nik looked at him. Of course he wanted. For a second he toyed
with saying he had something else going on this weekend, but that
would be cutting off his nose to spite his face, wouldn’t it? He smiled.
“I’ll keep it open.”
Jurgen smiled back and kissed him again, slower this time. Then
he stood up and said, “I’ll turn the lock before I leave, but don’t go
back to sleep without locking the deadbolt.”
Nik snorted. Jurgen was such a cop. Nik listened to him make his
way out of the apartment. When he heard the door close, it occurred to
him that not only had Jurgen worked yesterday, but he worked today.
He’d ridden his motorcycle—chopper—on a four-hour round-trip for
some barebacking. He had to be able to find some closer than that,
right? It was totally because of Nik.
Nik had a key made. Two, actually. One for the lock on the
doorknob and one for the deadbolt. Jurgen would want both.
He hoped.
God, should he give them to Jurgen right away or wait? If he gave
them to Jurgen as soon as he got here, and Jurgen was freaked out…
ugh. Better to wait.
But Jurgen had been coming up every weekend, and he made that
extra-special booty call mid-week, so that probably meant he was
somewhat invested in this… friendship. He’d probably appreciate
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having a key. Then he wouldn’t have to wait for Nik if he had to be at
the college when he arrived, right?
Right. So, right away.
It didn’t have to mean anything serious. It was just a convenience.
A benefit for a friend. A slightly hysterical snicker slipped out of Nik
at that thought.
He probably needed to have a glass of wine before Jurgen showed
up. Or two.
****
heard Jurgen’s footsteps coming down the hall toward his front door.
He knew they were Jurgen’s. He recognized them by now.
The fact that he’d just watched Jurgen pull into a parking spot in
front of Nik’s apartment was a further clue. He’d seen it because, also
somewhat like a faithful pet, he’d been watching out the window. For
an hour.
Nik groaned quietly. He was either in love or he’d been a dog in
his past life.
Shit
. Not love. Like. Caring. Esteem. Lust.
Not
love.
He groaned louder and leaned his head against the door.
So
fucked
. His forehead bounced three times on the wood when Jurgen
knocked. He waited a few seconds before opening the door to make it
look good.
Jurgen smiled at him. “Were you standing next to the door or
something?” He didn’t wait for Nik to answer, just wrapped an arm
around him, his bag in the other hand, walking Nik back into the
apartment. He was still smiling down at Nik as he kicked the door
shut with his foot.
Nik couldn’t help himself. He loved that smile. He reached up and
rested fingers on Jurgen’s jaw, tilting to kiss him.
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