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Nick is ridiculously fucking cute. With curly hair, dark, puppy dog eyes, and a perfect bubble butt that Boston would happily spend his day lying on, Boston could honestly say that Nick is the single, most adorable creature on two legs that he’s ever seen. He is also the most stubborn.
Which is why Boston is standing at the bar, drink in hand, his lips pursed and jaw clenched as he stares across the dance floor where Nick is chatting up some guy. He laughs, curls falling into his face as he bows his head. The guy he’s with leans in to block Boston’s view of Nick’s face, but giving him the perfect visual of his lips brushing against Nick’s ear, whispering something to him through the loud, pounding music of the club.
Boston shouldn’t be angry. This is the game. It’s happened a million times. They fight. One of them flirts with someone else. The other gets jealous and pulls them away and they have terrific make-up sex. Boston is used to this by now. So why the fuck does he get so pissed off every time it’s his turn to be on the jealous end?
To be fair, Boston has never been able to handle jealousy all that well. It makes him do stupid shit that ends up hurting the people closest to him. Nick and Boston are both quite aware of this. This game helps with that. Because that’s what it is. A game . Neither of them are seriously flirting and the way Nick glances over at him, smile widening on his lips before looking back at his target, tells him as much.
He’s still mad though. He still wants to punch this guy’s lights out and drag Nick away from here. Nick is his.
Part of it has to be the fact that Boston has never been in a relationship before. This is technically his first. He used to think it wasn’t his thing. He preferred fucking around with no attachments, slipping into the beds of random men night after night, not giving a shit about any of them the morning after. Then Nick came along and changed everything.
Boston couldn’t be happier actually. He likes being in a relationship with Nick. Nick gets him, he accepts him, and Boston feels like an actual human being around him. And, of course, the sex is always fan-fucking-tastic. It doesn’t get boring like he used to fear. Even a year down the road with the two of them living in New York, they are still discovering new things about each other. Boston likes that. No two days are ever the same with Nick.
“Would you like another?” Boston looks at the bartender and then down at his drink. At some point during his angry stewing, he finished his drink and was now holding an empty bottle.
He shakes his head and sets the bottle on the counter. There’s only one thing he wants and it’s not a beer.
Boston turns away from the bar and pushes his way past the dancing bodies on the club floor, neon lights flashing to the synth-pop blasting through the speakers. He loves the way the music vibrates through his body, how the lights dance over the half-naked bodies grinding on the floor. A part of him wishes he had his camera on him. The other part of him only has one thing on his mind.
He doesn’t bother saying anything. Boston grabs Nick’s wrist and tugs him away from the chatting man and away from the dance floor. Nick follows without a fight. Boston pushes him against a black-tiled wall, his hands resting on either side of his head, boxing him in.
Nick merely smiles and brushes his fingers through his curls, leaning back against the wall. They’re next to the bathrooms, people constantly going in and out. The music isn’t as loud, so neither of them have to yell to be heard.
“Twenty minutes,” Nick says, sliding his left hand over Boston’s shoulder, fingers grazing along his collar before he wraps his arm around Boston’s neck. “It took you twenty minutes to come get me. Are you getting worse at this?”
Boston narrows his eyes and leans in to speak directly into Nick’s ear. The one that guy had his lips all over, almost as if Boston is trying to replace their touch with his own.
“I didn’t realize we were seeing how long we could hold out.” Boston breathes out sharply between his teeth. “That guy was touchy.”
Nick’s grin widens and he leans forward, pushing his lips against Boston’s. Boston doesn’t bother trying to stop the way he melts against Nick, his arms sliding from the wall down to his hips. He squeezes them and steps close. Nick bulges through his jeans and Boston breathes in sharply, pulling back from the kiss to glance down.
“Hard already?” Annoyance flickers through Boston at the thought that guy did this, but Nick squeezes the back of his neck and leans in, pressing a kiss against his cheek.
“From you. How you were looking at me. It was so hot. I wanted you to take me right there on the bar.” He can hear the heat in Nick’s voice. It surrounds him like a blanket, warming him until Boston feels hot, his blood flowing south.
The urge to slip his fingers down Nick’s jeans too much to resist, Boston lets out a growl and nips at Nick’s lips before pulling back. He grabs Nick’s hand, their fingers folding together and he tugs him towards the bathroom. No one pays them any special mind except for a cursory or heated glance as Boston pushes Nick into a stall, closing and locking the door behind them.
Nick’s eyes widen as he’s pressed into the stall door, Boston’s fingers quickly working at the buttons of his jeans. “Wait—I didn’t mean for you to actually fuck me here, Boston.”
“Too late,” Boston smirks and flips Nick around so his ass is facing Boston. He doesn’t waste any time, sliding his hand into Nick’s jeans and squeezing at his ass. Nick lets out a guttural moan, quickly bringing a hand up to cover his mouth and muffle the sounds falling from his lips.
“Do you think I’m so cruel to leave you like this, Nick?” Boston asks, fully knowing that Nick won’t do more than glare at him, which is exactly what he does, tossing it over his shoulder while Boston’s fingers slide between his cheeks.
Nick is already flushed, red crawling up his neck to his ears. Boston leans forward, licking a strip over the back of his neck, loving the taste of the heat and saltiness of his skin. He pushes down Nick’s pants along with his underwear, leaving it down around his ankles. Boston watches Nick’s face closely as he works at his own jeans, sliding his hand into his briefs, fingers stroking over his length until he could feel himself growing. He pulls himself out and then reaches into his pocket, pulling out a little bottle of lube.
“You brought that with you?” Nick asks, looking slightly mortified, but Boston can see the way he trembles, notices how his cheeks clench and legs spread. He’s eager for this, desperate even.
“Never leave home without it. Never know when it’ll come in handy.” Boston grins at his boyfriend and squirts nearly all of it onto his fingers, quickly sliding them over Nick’s hole.
“Shit,” Nick curses and Boston circles his fingers over the tight ring of muscle before pressing one into him. Like always, Nick is ridiculously tight, squeezing around him like his entire body was determined to never let him exit. But Boston knows Nick’s body well and quickly stretches him, massaging his insides with the lube as thoroughly as he can. The last thing he ever wants to do is hurt Nick.
After a few minutes, Boston pulls his fingers out. Nick groans and clenches at the door to keep himself upright. With a glance, he sees Nick’s cock bobbing deliciously between his legs, pre-come smeared across his red-flushed tip, glistening beneath the dim lights of the club bathroom. Boston throbs and curses, unable to take any more waiting and quickly uses the rest of lubricant to slick himself up. He grabs ahold of his cock with one hand and with his other, he pulls at Nick’s cheek until he has a clear view of his wet and clenching hole. Boston rubs the head of his cock against Nick, earning a gasp, and then slowly pushes into him.
Nick pants, leaning his head against the door. Boston grabs his hips, keeping him steady until he’s situated fully into his boyfriend. He moans at the tight heat that surrounds him, watching the way Nick’s pink hole flutters and squeezes around him. He slowly pulls back out, Nick’s whines music to his ears, until only his tip is left inside of him, and then he rocks forward. A bit faster, a bit harder, punching out another one of Nick’s beautiful moans.
His cock is being swallowed by Nick’s ass, made so perfectly for him. From outside the stall, there’s a sound of a wolf-whistle and a holler, clearly they have a viewing party. Boston doesn’t care and Nick is too lost to the pleasure, so he picks up the pace, fucking into Nick until he’s balls-deep inside of him.
Boston’s hand wanders over Nick’s waist, the small of his back, pinching at his cheeks, and tugging his hips back until he’s forced back onto his cock. He touches anywhere he can, addicted to the feeling of Nick’s skin against his own. His heart pounds in his chest and with Nick's body wrapped around him so tightly, Boston knows he won’t last long, but he wants to take care of his boyfriend first.
Reaching around Nick, his fingers find his cock, slick and hot against his palm. All Boston has to do is glance down to see the puddle of pre-come dripping onto the bathroom floor beneath their feet. His hand works over Nick quickly and firmly, stroking and squeezing every way he knows Nick’s body loves. It doesn’t take long and Nick’s moaning out, his entire body seizing and shuddering, ass squeezing greedily around Boston’s cock as he cums in the palm of Boston’s hand.
Boston groans out, leaning his head against the back of Nick’s neck as Nick continues to spasm around him. A few more thrusts and he empties himself into Nick’s body, filling him to the point that some of his come leaks out around Boston’s cock to slide down Nick’s thighs and join the puddle on the floor.
The two of them stand there for a few minutes, coming down off their high, Boston wrapped tightly around Nick to keep him standing. Then Boston slowly and gently pulls out of Nick, grabbing some toilet paper to clean the two of them up.
“You know,” Nick breathes out, looking at Boston with heavy eyes that tells Boston there’s going to be a lot more of this when they get home. “I think I like this game.”
Boston laughs and presses a hungry kiss to Nick’s lips. “I do too.”