A Firm Merger (6 page)

“Well, I don’t see how having green nipples is any worse than the affliction of one of the guys I’m fucking.”

Nick looked panicked. “What affliction?”

“He’s got a green dick.” She grabbed his semi-erect cock and placed the tip inside the ice cream carton.

“A cold dick too,” he mumbled.

They’d been so relaxed since that morning, and the afternoon had certainly been fun, but Emily knew her next statement would suck all the sexy from the room. “I’ve decided to move in with William.”

“And why in the world would you want to do that?” He replaced the lid on the ice cream and set the container on the night stand. “When was this decided?”

“Does it matter? I think it could be a good thing, and his house is amazing.”

Nick raked his hands through his thick hair, his eyes darkening. “Y’all are too much, I swear. I just don’t understand you.”

“Ooh, I know I’m in for it now,” she teased.

“Why?”

“You ‘y’alled’ me.” Emily cracked up.

His cheeks heated. “I can’t help it. The southern tends to come out when I get upset.”

“Why would me moving in with William upset you, Nick? I thought you’d got over this jealousy thing.” Over it. Under it. On top of it. Bottoming it...

“I’m upset because the two of you think I’m stupid. You think if you move in with him, then naturally, I’ll follow.” He folded his arms and frowned, looking like a six-year-old who’d lost a toy.

“We don’t think you’re stupid. And what’s so wrong with you taking one of his spare rooms? His townhouse is pretty big, and you would be comfortable. Besides, no one says it has to be forever, Nick. A three-way cut means you’ll be saving a couple of hundred dollars every month compared to what you’re paying now, and William’s not going to ask for a security deposit.”

“You know this is about more than me needing a place, don’t you? I’m prepared to pay rent, but I think Drake might have other payment options in mind.”

“Oh, like it would be the end of the world,” Emily replied, trying not to giggle. “He sucked your cock. So what? What’s really bothering you is that you liked it.”

“I did not!”

“Liar. And it’s okay. William felt like experimenting. We both know if you really wanted him to stop, you could have put him down with one punch.” She touched his back. “But you didn’t. And you experienced something new. Something good.”

He averted his eyes. “I don’t know what to do about it.”

“What’s there to do? It’s done, Nick.”

“Yeah, it’s done, and it’s all I seem to be thinking about. When I woke up last night and found him gone, I was so relieved, you know? I didn’t know what I would say. How I would feel.”

“How do you feel right now?”

Nick sighed. “Confused, more than anything. When he was on me, it was--it felt great. I didn’t expect it to be so nice. I thought having a man touch me in that way would make me feel disgusted--or nothing at all.”

Emily nodded, still rubbing his back, glad he’d finally released some of his pent-up emotion. “But you did feel something. It scared you.”

“Yes. And now ... now I think there’s a part of me that’s new. Or maybe it was always there, but I ignored it because I had no idea it existed.”

“Fear is understandable, Nick. Most people fear the unknown, the untried. But self-hatred isn’t something you have to feel. If you do, you’re robbing yourself of a lot of life. And frankly, I’d be disappointed if you denied a part of yourself. You’re too good for that. Too intelligent and sweet and sexy for that kind of nonsense.”

Nick finally looked into her eyes. He wrapped an arm around her, pulled her to his chest and squeezed. “You sure you don’t wanna get married?”

“I’m as sure as you are, Nick. Besides, where would we live? You’re being evicted!” She ducked, narrowly escaping the pillow he lobbed at her head.

“Actually, I received an offer last night to move into a friend’s four-bedroom townhouse,” Nick reminded her. “Just today, another friend told me it was a good deal.”

“The best.”

“She also told me I shouldn’t be afraid to explore new horizons.”

Emily grinned. “Oh, is that what we’re calling it now? Horizons? So you’re really in? You’re really going to move in with us?” She jumped up, shimmying around the bedroom. “Yay! We could have pajama parties every night.”

“Ugh, don’t make me get that pillow, Em...”

William stood in the doorway of the bedroom he’d set up for Nick and watched the other man unpack. Dressed in a black tank, close-fitting jeans, and running shoes, Nick’s every movement enticed him, his rippling muscles straining under his sweaty skin. “You sure you don’t want any help?” he offered. “I wouldn’t mind.”

Nick pulled a box cutter from his back pocket and knelt in front of a cardboard box to rip the tape free. “I’m good, man. But thanks.”

Nick Scott was more than good. One thought was all it took to get William hard. But he wouldn’t back away, excuse himself as if he’d committed some crime. He’d had this man’s cock in his mouth, had memorized each raised vein, and sucked down his juices with ravenous greed before Nick pulled away. How long would Nick pretend that didn’t happen? How many times would Nick slap him on the back, call him “dude” and “man” and act as if part of this arrangement wasn’t about sex hot enough to scorch the devil himself?

“Emily can’t get away from the office for a few hours yet,” Nick muttered, almost as if he’d read William’s prurient thoughts. “But she’ll be here soon enough, and I’ve decided to make us a nice meal to celebrate us moving in.”

“I like that idea. The last time you made us dinner--”

“Don’t start that shit now, man,” Nick fumed, looking irritated. He stood but didn’t move to cut the distance between them. “I don’t feel like talking about any of that stuff right now, okay?”

William leaned against the door, making sure to point his lower body into the room. He wanted Nick to see how excited he made him. He was rock-hard. “Who said anything about talking? But if I were to push the issue, I’d choose to talk about your homosexual panic ... but only after I mentioned how good your come tasted going down my throat.”

Nick’s nostrils flared. Before William knew what was happening, Nick charged forward like a bull, knocking him down. “Stop saying shit like that to me, man, or I swear--I swear...” His eyes darkened, anger making them a beautiful azure blue. He wrapped one hand halfheartedly around William’s throat, clutching him, but not squeezing.

William became breathless, but not because of the chokehold. Nick hunkered down on him, his powerful thighs digging into his chest. “Oh, God.” He groaned, thinking if this continued he’d come in his pants. “You’re beautiful when you’re angry.” He knew that would set Nick off, but he just couldn’t help himself.

“I’m gonna kill you,” Nick whispered, bending close to William’s face. “If you think I’m going to allow you to speak to me that way--I--I’m gonna kill you!”

But William knew the only death that day would be some of Nick’s denial. He could feel the outline of his cock on his stomach, bulging and hard, straining to be freed. “I’ll suck you dry, man,” William croaked, Nick’s hand still on his throat. “After that, if you still want to kill me, go ahead.”

Beyond crazed, Nick smacked William lightly across the mouth, cursed under his breath and unbuckled his belt. As he pulled at his jeans, he spat, “You wanna suck my cock, cocksucker? Is that what you want? You want me in your mouth?”

“Yes. That’s exactly what I want.” Nick still straddled him, and his arms were pinned, but being unable to move his body wouldn’t deter William from moving his mouth. “Fuck my mouth,” he begged. “Put that fat cock in my mouth.”

With a horrific grunt, Nick pulled down his briefs, revealing his penis. Despite his protestations, he was hugely aroused, thick and swollen and ready to be sucked. William opened his mouth wide, remembering Nick’s girth, wanting to be certain to take as much into his mouth as possible. It was a thing of beauty, and he totally understood Emily’s obsession with it.

He watched as Nick shut his eyes and guided himself toward William’s waiting lips. He licked the head greedily, hungry and eager to get at the prize inside the delicious package. As soon as his lips made contact, Nick whimpered and inhaled deeply, rocking slowly back and forth.

Nick raked his hands through the other man’s hair, and all his previous tension seemed to slowly drain out of him. Drake was good at this--too damn good, and it took everything within him not to cry out with each flick of the other man’s tongue. Gyrating languidly, he finally opened his eyes and gazed down at the man giving him so much pleasure. William was enraptured, so focused on what he was doing, that Nick nearly came at the sight of him.
So eager.
“You go,” he said, groaning. “Keep sucking me just like that. Oh, fuck!”

William’s hot, wet tongue circled across the tip, winding downward to lick the sensitive skin underneath. Nick thought he would go crazy. He wanted to drive his cock in to the hilt, but didn’t want to make William gag. William’s mouth wasn’t the only thing moving as Nick moved one of his hands from his head to William’s lap. His erection tented his pants, a wet spot spreading across the fabric. “You want me to help you with that?” Nick asked.

William nodded, but never stopped sucking. Even in his passion-filled haze, Nick realized the logistics of their mutual getting off would be difficult unless he employed some problem-solving skills. Groaning, he grabbed William’s face. Shocked, the other man’s mouth fell open, and Nick extricated himself. He roughly pulled William up by his collar, pushing his head against the bedroom wall.

“That’s better.” He quickly unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped William, who lifted his ass up a little to allow his pants to be pulled down. Nick positioned himself beside William’s thighs, kneeling so that he could be sucked and jerk William off at the same time. “Now tell me how much you want it,” Nick commanded. He bounced his cock a few inches from William’s face, teasing him with it. “Say it, William.”

William licked his lips, setting Nick’s blood ablaze. “I’ve
dreamed
about your cock, Nick. Does that tell you how much I want it?”

He moaned. William hadn’t even touched him, but those few words elicited a response so primal he nearly blew his load then and there. His cock seemed to thicken as clear pre-ejaculate bubbled on the bulbous purple tip.

Nick lurched forward, pushing his cock back inside William’s mouth, but this time he reached over and gripped the other man’s shaft, jacking his cock with his hand. Its heat was incredible, and it seemed to get hotter with every stroke. Too many emotions and feelings came over him in that moment. He had no idea what he was doing, or whether he could bring William to orgasm. But looking down at William’s blissful expression, Nick saw that he couldn’t be doing too badly for his first time. He simply treated the other man’s cock as he would have treated his own: long, hard strokes, up and down, graze the balls, move back up and give special attention to the head.

That technique had always been a surefire way to make him come, and William’s response--jerking, pumping into his hand, groaning around his dick--was encouraging. “You like that? You have my cock in your mouth and I’m working your wee willie, Will.” All the walls he’d attempted to build between them came tumbling down as soon as he’d said the words. Fuck being a slave to convention; being a slave to this felt better.

His hand was suddenly wet. William gurgled, his eyes rolling back as his cock twitched in Nick’s hand. “Ummm! Mmmm!”

That set Nick off, his orgasm leaving him in a geyser of hot liquid lust. He shuddered, his asshole twitching as William dutifully swallowed every drop. “Oh, shit! Yeah. Fuck yeah!”

Well and truly spent, Nick sank to the floor next to William and leaned on the wall, neither of them speaking for several minutes.

William finally glanced at him. “That was ... wow.”

“Damn straight,” was all Nick could muster.

“It must have been for you to get the party started without me!” Emily mock-whined from the doorway. “Looks like all that tension was more about fucking than fighting. I hope this means you boys have learned to settle your differences and get along.”

Both men jumped, grinning guiltily. “I think Drake and I have finally come to an understanding,” Nick informed her, running a hand up William’s thigh. “I can’t speak for him, but I don’t want to fight anymore.”

William, who looked exhausted but satisfied, concurred. “I just had to set down the house rules. No animals, no smoking, plenty of hot sex... You know--the usual.”

Emily beamed, ecstatic to see William and Nick playing so well together. It looked like she’d come in at the just the right time. “I’m thrilled to hear it--even more thrilled to see it.”

William bowed. “Anything to please the lady.”

“Isn’t that odd?” Nick proclaimed, squeezing William’s knee. “We agree on that as well. We’ve been doing that a lot lately.”

“I’m happy about that, Nick. Truly.” William’s ear-to-ear grin was contagious. “I didn’t know if we would ever come to a compromise that worked for everyone. Now that we have, well, things should be interesting.”

“Better late than never, fellas,” Emily declared. “I got off early so that I could get off.” Sauntering into the room with an exaggerated flounce, she shook her hair down and began unbuttoning her blouse. “I hope you boys have some of that joy juice left for the lady of the house.”

About the Author:

Stephanie Ganon was born in New Orleans but moved to the Northeast where she lives today with her husband, two dogs, and cat. She can be reached at
www.stephanieganon.com

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