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As he sinks to the ground, Tim is barely cognizant of the asphalt and tiny pebbles that litter the alley biting into his knees and shins. His mouth is salivating, his cock is hard, and all he wants is to have Nic in his mouth. He's thought of this more often than he'd admit even to himself. Fuck, he may have even dreamed of something close to this exact scenario...him on his knees in front of Nic, ready to do as he's told, ready to do anything that's asked of him. He's known for awhile now that he's so far gone, so hungry for his counterpart, ready to satiate his desire by any means necessary.
Before Tim has a chance to process what's happening, Nic is sliding his jeans and boxers down, just enough to let his hard cock out, directly in front of Tim's upturned face. Tim lets his gaze slowly wander down from the heat in Nic's dark eyes to Nic's cock, where a small bead of precum rests at the tip, threatening at any moment to fall to the dingy pavement below.
Timmy can't let that happen, can't let something he's wanted for so long go to waste. He flicks his tongue out and gently, quickly laps up the tangy treat, softly moaning and letting his eyes flutter closed when the taste explodes in his mouth. It's better than he dreamed. And he wants more. He wants to devour Nic, to feel him swell in his mouth, gliding in and out between his wet, swollen lips and hitting the back of his throat. He wants his mouth fucked raw, his voice obliterated, his lips bruised. He wants Nic to claim him.
Tim still has his eyes closed when Nic threads his right hand through Tim's silky curls and yanks his head back, tightening his grip, making Tim hiss through clenched teeth. A satisfied grin cuts across Tim's face as he opens his eyes and meets Nic's lust-filled gaze.
"So you like that, yeah? You want more?"
Tim says nothing, only grins wider and slowly lets his tongue graze the corner of his mouth, the wet tip peaking out momentarily, before rolling his bottom lip between his teeth. Nic relaxes the fingers that still hold Tim's head hostage as he loses himself in those gorgeous green eyes, those thick dark lashes that he wants to see dripping with tears. He realizes in this moment that he wants, not want...needs to consume the man before him, the man who's down on his knees for him in a grimy alley, the man who's silently begging to be ruined by him. He curls his fingers into Tim's hair, fingernails scratching against his scalp and tilts his head back farther.
As he leans his hips forward and pushes Tim backwards towards the brick wall, the head of his cock brushes against Tim's soft, luscious lips. It's an exquisite feeling, a rush that he hasn't felt in years. He groans as Tim parts his lips, waiting for more, waiting for Nic to lose himself in his mouth, to let the basest part of himself take over. Nic considers, very briefly, putting an end to this. It's not too late to stop, to blurt out some sort of half-assed apology, to make some sort of bullshit amends, to salvage whatever may be left of their budding friendship. But then Tim's tongue is on the underside of his cock and all good intentions and any hesitation he may have had are quickly consumed by the fire that awaits him in the form of Tim's mouth.