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“Right, so my nose is, uh…” Nick leans back into Jay’s pillows and touches his face gingerly, hissing in pain at the contact. “Definitely broken. I mean, that’s what the doctor said. So. As much as I’d love to make out with you, all night, that’s probably not in my best interest. In terms of my nose.” He’s talking in circles, distracted as he is by Jay’s twisted collar and half-unbuttoned shirt and tousled hair. Already, his lips are pink from kissing.
Jay tilts his head contemplatively, but clearly in jest. Nick raises an eyebrow.
“Well, that’s a shame. I guess I’ll just have to focus my attention … somewhere else?” He pointedly glances down, and Nick immediately feels blood rush in that direction. His mouth goes dry.
“...Um. Y-yeah. I guess you will.” Stumbling over his words like a lovesick teenager. He might just die of embarrassment in the morning.
Jay kisses him again—on the lips, on the cheek, along his jaw and down his neck. Nick can’t hold back a moan when Jay starts to use his teeth, something the latter definitely takes notice of. Soon enough the two men are struggling to remove Nick’s impractical sweater vest and button-up combo—a terrible choice for a New York June, but it’s how he’s dressed for years.
“Terribly sorry to remove these. You’re really quite attractive in this, you know. Ever the academic.”
Nick feels himself grow harder at those words. He groans. “What on earth is your plan here, Jay? I’m gonna die of anticipation.”
Jay glances up at him from chest level, retreating from a kiss to his collarbone. “Whatever you like, lovely. It’s been awhile, but I think I still have most of it in my muscle memory. Well, hands and mouth at least, not—”
Nick pulls him into a kiss by the collar. Jay hums in surprise and leans into it. Their extended kiss grows heated, passionate, truly lustful. Nick pulls away just as suddenly.
“I—uh… Mouth. Would be nice. It’s been a bit for me too, but, uh…”
“Yes?”
Nick covers his face. “My ex always called me a pillow princess.”
At this, Jay laughs—full-bodied and joyful. Even in his embarrassment, Nick smiles at the sound. It’s like music.
“I never had a preference. I’m more than happy to indulge you tonight—I can’t imagine you’re in a fit state to reciprocate. That’s up to you, though.”
Nick nods. “Not tonight, anyway. Um, I’m not a total pillow princess. I can go both ways. Wouldn’t want to leave you hanging, you know?”
Jay smiles that half-smile that Nick learned so well watching his videos. “I appreciate it. You’re quite the gentleman.” Nick smiles, too. “Now, would you do me a favor and”—Jay traces along the zipper of Nick’s jeans, and the latter bucks his hips instinctually—“take these off?”
The two men make quick work of undressing themselves, down to their boxers, laughing and kissing along the way. Nick can see Jay’s erection, and his mouth goes dry again. Clearly he couldn’t reciprocate tonight—not what Jay is about to do to him, anyway.
With an unexpected but still somehow loving aggression, Jay pushes Nick back into the pillows. He straddles him, kissing along his jaw again, down his neck, all the way to Nick’s nipples. When Nick moans at the contact, Jay pays special attention to that area, licking and biting until Nick is practically writhing beneath him. He hadn’t realized how much he wanted Jay, all these months. He feels like he could wake up from a dream, as strange as this day has been—the lowest of lows and, now, the highest of highs.
When Nick has run out of breath to even whine anymore, Jay relents, bringing his face up to Nick’s and kissing him slowly on the lips. “Water?” he asks. “That was quite the workout for you, hm?”
Nick nods. Jay reaches to a side table and offers Nick his water bottle, which Nick greedily drinks from. When he’s finished, he asks, “Jay, please. Can you…?”
Jay grins. “Can I…?”
Nick frowns at being forced to finish the question, if only because he is unsure how to say what he wants. “Head? Please?”
Jay’s grin turns fierce. Without another word, he shifts down the bed, tugging Nick’s boxers down with him. Nick yelps as Jay immediately moves his attention to his cock.
Even with all of his creative writing degree, it’s indescribable. Maybe, Nick somehow thinks over the sound and feeling of Jay sucking, swallowing, circling him with his tongue, maybe it feels different with everyone. I’ve done this before, but it’s never felt like this.
Nick doesn’t know where to put his hands. Jay, for his part, has one hand twisting around the base of his shaft, and the other resting on Nick’s right leg, rubbing slow circles with his thumb that make Nick feel like he could explode. He eventually rests a hand on top of Jay’s head. Jay hums in approval. Nervously, Nick tries gripping his hair. Jay growls at that, a noise that echoes straight into the core of Nick’s being.
“Oh God, Jay…”
Jay pulls off of Nick, who whimpers. “Everything alright, Mr. Carraway?” If Nick had the breath, he would have laughed. Jay’s chin is shiny with spit, hair all askew, and he still refers to Nick as if they had met yesterday.
“Yes, everything’s alright,” Nick replies, smile in his voice. “You can call me Nick, by the way.”
“I’ll try, Nick. Force of habit, you know?” Jay starts to lower his head again, but looks up one last time. He returns Nick’s hand to his head. “You can pull, by the way. I like that.”
“Yes, sir.”
Jay groans again. “And call me ‘sir.’ God, no one’s ever done that before. I can’t believe how hot you are.”
Nick grabs him by the hair and pulls. Jay yelps. Sternly, Nick says, “Prove it, then. Sir.”
After taking a moment to catch his breath, Jay replies, “You’ve got it, Mr. Carr—Nick.”
Jay dives back into his work.