Heaven

“Ooh… someone’s making popcorn…” Nick’s hand slides over my ass as he makes his way to the fridge for a beer. The last little squeeze before his fingers leave me make my cock take notice.

“Yeah, I thought we’d have a good sit down on the evil couch and watch a movie.”

“Movie?”

“Yeah, I rented Priscilla, Queeeeeen of the Desert”

“Seen it.”

“But not with me.”


Nick closes the fridge door and smiles indulgently before putting his arm around my waist and tasting my lips. “No, baby, not with you.” He says softly. “Got you a beer.”

I melt a little, I always do when he calls me ‘baby’. “Thanks.” I take the beer and get in a swig before the microwave chimes cheerfully at me. “Done!” I chirp, stating the obvious as always. That is one of Nick’s pet peeves, but he stopped berating me about it when he realized it was more a function of how I was raised then how I was educated. Old habits die hard.

We bring the popcorn and the beer into the livingroom and Nick flops on his couch. He is the only one that’s brave enough to actually flop on the couch-of-the-evil-springs. I, after setting up the DVD, gingerly sit beside him, in the crook of his arm, only relaxing fully when I am sure I’m not going to get stabbed in the ass by a spring.

“When are we getting rid of this monstrosity?” I ask, for the ninety-eleventh time.

Nick hits play with the remote. “I like it.” And that’s the end of that discussion. There is no point in arguing with him once he declares his fondness for something. It becomes an exercise in futility.

Why do you like it?
Why do I have to have a reason?

I get hives just thinking about it.

We eat the popcorn and drink beer and see who can shout out favorite lines the loudest. “Just what this country needs…” I parrot along with Bernadette before Nick joins in. “A cock… in a frock… on a rock.” And we howl with laughter, missing the next several minutes of film.

It’s cold out, January, maybe February, snow on the ground and all, but it’s warm in here, in Nicky’s arms, goofing over a cultish drag queen movie. I’m not sure where we were in the movie when he first started kissing me… and I’m too into him now to care what we’ve missed.

My t-shirt lies on the coffee table with his belt, his shirt is unbuttoned and lying loose at his sides exposing his long lean torso. He never had rock hard anything except his cock… but I like his torso, pale and smooth, rib cage protruding just slightly so I can trace them with my fingers.

He’s leaning back in the couch, classic blow-job pose… so yeah, I go for it. I start at his nipples, nibbling and squeezing them between lip-shielded teeth.

“Ah…” Nick hisses. “Ah, I love that.” I know he does, that’s why I did it. There are other things he likes too, he likes it when I drag my tongue over his belly and unzip his fly with my teeth. He likes it when I tug on the waistband to make him lift his hips and then yank his jeans down to his ankles. He loves that.

“Oh yeah…” Nick sighs as I do something else he likes. Bathing his balls with my warm wet tongue makes him crazy. I sometimes think he might come without me touching him anywhere else, but I don’t want him to so I stop… suddenly… something to jar him a little, make him moan, maybe hear him ask me.

And he does.

“I want your mouth, Sean… put your mouth on me… suck me off… suck me off baby, I’m so hard it hurts.”

“I want to fuck, Nicky…”

“Yeah ok, ok… just…” he’s panting now, all this talking has made him impatient. This is what I like, an impatient Nick. An impatient Nick gets anything he wants and I want him to take it. “For fucksake, baby…”

I love the look on his face, like it hurts to want me so much. Brow furrowed, grimacing, lips pulled back, a little sweat on his brow. God I want him. But first I keep my promise, and I swallow him down, sliding my hands onto his hips. I suck and lick and tease for a little, but impatient Nick can only take so much before his hips are moving, thrusting into my mouth as I angle my neck to keep from gagging.

I knew he wouldn’t wait to let me finish him with my mouth. Impatient Nick wants more… tighter… wants to get his hands on me. I get shoved off, stripped of my chinos and pushed back onto the couch so quickly that none of my movements are my own. Nick gets me just where he wants me. I can hear him tearing the wrapper off a condom and his little sigh as he rolls it over his erection. I’m never sure where he hides those things… the condoms, the lube… it’s like they appear out of thin air, or are handed to him by some invisible sidekick. Tonto! My trusty lube! I snicker for a brief second before Nick slips chilly slippery fingers up my chute.

“Awwohhhh…” I hear myself moan, but I’m afraid this is where I start to be a poor narrator because I just get so fucking overwhelmed. His fingers move in me for a bit, I can’t tell how long, but long enough for me to assume my own erection-induced grimace, and then his weight is behind me, then on me, then in me and I groan and pant and I’m sure that I start begging but Jesus Christ it’s so good I can’t remember anything but his name.

“Fuck me, baby.” I think I’m trying to say between gasps. “Yeah… please, I want it…”

The next minutes, I couldn’t tell you how many… a lot… are a blur of heat and moans and blood rushing in my ears until I can’t hold onto it anymore and I lose it in a rush of sobs and spasms. “ohyesyesbabyyes…” I say, but while I’m starting to relax, Nick comes back with a savage pace that takes my breath away before he comes, grunting with the release and finally stretching out over my back.

I feel soft lips on my neck, and as the rush in my ears drifts away I can hear his breathing evening out. “I love you, Sean. God I fucking love you so much.”

“I love you too, Nicky.” I reply but the words sound so hollow compared to his earnest declaration. That’s about when I realize that the credits are rolling in the background. We both manage to look over and catch the bit with the blow-up doll kite and dissolve into exhausted giggles.

This is heaven.