Worth Keeping (9 page)

“Nick.” Owen’s amused voice sounded over the sound of the running water. “Are you in a rush to pee or have you decided to join me?” Nick was sure he wasn’t expecting an affirmative answer to his last question.

Boy, is the man in for a surprise
.

He took a deep breath, sliding his sweatpants off his hips. He opened the shower door to see Owen’s flabbergasted face staring at him.

“You did offer,” Nick murmured, reaching for Owen, pulling him closer, grinding his mouth against his like a drowning man drinking down the last few precious drops of water from a closing bud.

Owen moaned, his lips parting and Nick slid his tongue inside, tasting the man like a lizard testing the air. Owen’s hot, wet tongue met his and Nick grew even harder against Owen’s stomach as he pushed Owen back against the shower wall, wrapping his hands in Owen’s hair, driving his mouth deeper into his.

Nick just couldn’t get enough of him. Owen’s hands gripped his arse as he ground his hips against Nick’s. The long, hard length of the other man pressed into his groin and stomach and they both groaned at the sensation. And all the time water fell in rivulets down faces, into open mouths, down heated skin like rivers let loose in a dam bursting its confinement. It echoed Nick’s desire, a too-long-awaited need to be with someone like this, in a carnal desire so deep that if he let it, the simple touch of the other man was enough to make him burst.

Owen pulled back with a gasp, his eyes darkened and his face rosy from the heat. Nick leaned over and licked a long line up Owen’s jaw line and then Nick’s tongue slid in and took possession of Owen’s ear.

“Christ, Nick,” Owen moaned, his eyes closing in bliss. “Stop bloody teasing. I really want to feel those lips wrapped around my cock.” He opened his eyes, sultry pools of lust, his dark hair plastered wetly to his skull like shiny sealskin.

Nick thought he’d never seen a sexier or more welcome sight. He nodded as he nibbled Owen’s lower lip. “I guess I could do that, seeing as how you asked so nicely.”

Owen groaned. “For God’s sake, do it then. I’ll return the favour seeing as how we really don’t know each other well enough for anything else yet.”

Nick felt a frisson of apprehension down his spine. “Just so you know before we start anything. I never bottom. I don’t even top. So if you like any of that stuff I’m not your man. Best get that clear before we carry on with anything.”

Owen’s eyes widened. “Never?” he gasped.

Nick shook his head. “Fingers are fine in you, but my cock—not. It’s just the way it is.” He wondered if he’d just sounded the death knell on whatever it was they’d just started and whether it would be over before it even begun. If that were the case he’d let Owen go and forget about him. Owen’s answer was instead to push Nick’s head down toward his groin.

“So be it,” he gasped. “Just you and your mouth and hands are good enough for me.”

Nick sank to his knees in relief. Of course, he thought wryly, Owen was so turned on Nick could have said he had webbed balls and Owen wouldn’t have cared. It would be what happened afterwards that would be the measure of the man.

Nick gripped Owen’s hips, sliding his mouth over Owen’s needy cock. The man certainly had girth if not length. His cock was thick and cut and Nick found he could just manage to get Owen in his mouth. Nick was an expert at blow jobs; he’d been taught from a young age exactly how to pleasure a man this way. He cast those thoughts back in his traitorous memory banks and instead concentrated on giving the man in his mouth his undivided attention. Owen gripped the back of Nick’s head, winding his fingers in the thick, long strands of Nick’s wet hair as his hips moved in unison to Nick’s greedy mouth.

“Oh my God,” Owen moaned, bliss etched on his face as Nick looked up at him from his exertions. Owen’s face was dazed, eyes unfocused. “That is bloody heaven…”

Nick laughed and Owen jerked as the action resonated through his cock, into his balls. Nick took him deeper, using his throat to press against Owen’s slick and silky flesh, his tongue nibbling, licking and twirling like a baton. Owen’s thighs trembled as Nick kneaded the smooth flesh of the arse beneath his needy hands. He slowly traced his fingers down Owen’s crease, toward his hole, as the man in his mouth groaned loudly and pushed himself further into Nick’s mouth. Nick grinned around Owen’s dick.

Luckily he didn’t have a problem deep-throating or he’d be bloody choking by now.

Nick might not be partial to anal sex but he had no problem using his fingers to give a man pleasure. As he feasted on his lover, he slowly teased Owen’s pucker, slyly sliding a finger inside a tight, hot tunnel slippery with water, feeling Owen’s muscles clench around it as he moaned loudly. Nick caressed Owen’s channel gently and increased the pressure on his cock, loving Owen’s explosive gasp as the man bucked forwards.

“Fuck, Nick, you teasing bastard,” Owen groaned as hot spurts of come flooded Nick’s mouth and throat. He swallowed, gulping down Owen’s essence, his mouth relishing the tang of a man he actually wanted to pleasure. Owen sank back against the cool tiles, his chest heaving as water rained down, washing away sweat and the residue of semen.

Nick stood up, pressing his mouth against Owen’s, delighting in the feel of his wet lips and the versatile strokes of his tongue. Finally he pulled away, pressing his own needy cock against Owen’s stomach, rubbing himself up and down against his slick skin.

“And now it’s your turn to do the same for me. But no fingers inside me.” Nick’s voice was hoarse and he thought he might explode if he didn’t get his release soon.

Owen’s eyes cleared from the sexual fog that had shaded them and took a deep breath. “I, erm, I have to tell you something first. And don’t laugh.”

Nick frowned, wondering what the hell was coming. Owen reached up, brushing wet strands of hair from Nick’s face, tucking them behind his ears as the shower water trickled down his face.

“You have great ears,” Owen said admiringly as he leaned forward and nibbled at the lobe of one of them. “They’re just perfect—”

“Owen, you’re stalling. Forget my ears and remember my cock. What’s wrong? Don’t you do blow jobs?” Nick was wet, horny, in a shower with his dream man and getting impatient.

Owen looked uncomfortable. “I love giving BJ’s. But my gag reflex is one of the few in the world that just can’t take much, so I don’t do deep. And I, erm, I don’t swallow. Ever.” His look of distaste almost undid Nick as he moved back to look at his lover. With water trickling into his eyes, Owen looked delectably anxious, like a puppy waiting to see if he’d be punished for some indiscretion.

“I see.” Laughter threatened to surface and Nick tried to hold it back. “Hell, we’re a right pair aren’t we? One who doesn’t do anal and another who can’t give a deep BJ and won’t swallow come.” The amusement welled up inside him and he couldn’t help a snort of laughter. It was all a little surreal.

Owen looked at him darkly. “I said not to laugh, Nick. I can’t—”His words were muffled by Nick’s mouth as he launched forward, taking Owen’s mouth in a deep kiss. Owen wrapped his arms around Nick’s waist and for a while they were only two men, excavating each other’s mouths while their bodies rubbed and slicked wetly against each other. Finally Nick pulled away. Owen’s mouth was pink and swollen. Shining droplets of water hung from his long, almost feminine lashes as he gazed uncertainly into Nick’s eyes.

“I don’t care how deep you go, or how you want to play it,” Nick said huskily. “All I know is I want to feel your mouth on me for as long as you can last.”

Owen grinned. “Oh, I can make it last,” he teased. “I have a certain knack of making you squirm a while before I let you come. I’ve had to make up for not swallowing.” He knelt down in front of Nick and slowly, looking up at him with emerald eyes, he teased the hole in Nick’s penis with the tip of his tongue. Nick gasped, watching as Owen grasped his shaft firmly and squeezed.

The look on Owen’s face was one of intense concentration as he gazed up at Nick and took most of his cock into his mouth.

Nick hissed, his hips thrusting forward instinctively, but he held back. He’d hate to push too deep and choke Owen and spoil the moment. Another wave of amusement filled him but this one he held back. Owen would be most pissed off if he laughed now. Instead he held Owen’s eyes as the man expertly drew him in and out of his mouth, increasing pressure, tongue licking across the sensitive glans. It was the most erotic thing Nick had ever experienced.

This man below him treated Nick as if he was something special, enjoying himself, making him feel pleasure like never before. Even with Daniel it had just been mutual, friendly blow jobs and jerking off. Owen removed his mouth and Nick moaned at the sudden loss.

“You’re thinking too much again,” Owen murmured softly. “Whatever it is, try to forget it. This is just you, me, my mouth, your cock, just this moment. Close your eyes and let me help you forget for a while.”

His mouth encircled Nick again and Nick gave a deep, wrenching sigh. Steam swirled in the room, blurring edges, wet heat wrapping its tender arms around them, making skin prickle and sweat form only to be washed away. Owen’s fingers held the base of Nick’s shaft, squeezing, releasing, driving him crazy. His mouth teased, twirled, licked and sucked and Nick knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Owen, if you don’t want me to come in your mouth, stop now,” he groaned. Owen ignored him, continuing his slow, deliberate assault of Nick’s cock. Nick’s limbs trembled and the pressure in his groin built up. But as Nick drew close to orgasm, Owen would squeeze his cock at the base, remove his mouth then press on the tip of Nick’s penis with his finger. Nick took a gulp of air and the sensation lessened as the other man expertly controlled his need to ejaculate.

“God, you are a master at this,” Nick gasped, his voice hoarse. Owen took him in again and chuckled, the thrum of the sound vibrating against Nick’s cock and causing his hands to clench even tighter into Owen’s hair. And when Owen sucked one of his balls into his mouth, rolling it gently between his lips and tongue before transferring his attention to the other one with a low hum of pleasure, Nick could bear the slow torture no longer.

“Please, Owen, let me come,” whispered Nick and with one last swirl of his tongue, Owen stood up. His mouth found Nick’s as he released his grip and began expertly stroking Nick’s cock, sliding his fingers over the tip. Nick moaned loudly, a roar that started deep in his throat and expelled itself through his mouth in a shout of ecstasy. Hot come shot forth from him, splattering him and Owen even as it was washed away with the water. The two men pressed together like Velcro, breath hot against skin, panting in each other’s ears. Finally Owen kissed the tip of Nick’s nose tenderly then picked up the soap and ran it over his stomach, down to his groin. Nick noticed through dazed eyes the man was already semi-hard again. Nick himself felt that he had nothing left to give after such an intense orgasm.

Owen chuckled. “I guess we should finish up before Anglian Water sends us a bill for thousands of pounds. We’ve been in here ages.” He soaped himself quickly then stepped out of the shower while Nick finished up and turned off the water. Both men’s skin was crinkly and soft from being overexposed. They wrapped towels around their waists and stood, unsure of the next move. Then Nick moved over to Owen as he stood by the sink and wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him close.

“Thank you,” he whispered. He wasn’t just talking about what they’d just done but he saw Owen understood his thanks went deeper than that.

Owen smiled. “My pleasure. It was unexpected I have to say, but very welcome. It was a long time coming though.” He grinned at his joke, caressing Nick’s cheek gently then left the bathroom.

Nick stood looking at the long-haired man in the mirror with his flushed face, dark eyes and puffy lips. He ran a hand through his shoulder length unruly auburn hair, which curled and caressed his face and the nape of his neck.

He could hear Owen muttering to himself in his own bedroom. Nick grinned. He liked the sound of the man’s constant noise around him.

Socks sat on his bed with his penknife. He swore the monkey gave him a knowing grin as he got dressed.

“Don’t you dare say anything, Socks,” he chuckled. “That man is mine.” The word sounded good tripping off his tongue.

Mine.

When he went into the lounge, Owen was dressed, putting on his jacket.

Nick frowned. “Are you going somewhere?”

Owen looked at him in puzzlement. “I’m going to see Daniel about the job and the place to stay, remember?”

Nick
had
forgotten. “Yeah, I’d forgotten about that.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Maybe I was too hasty.”

“About what?” Owen asked, arching his brows, crossing his arms across his chest.

“About you moving out. I mean, I know you need the job but maybe you should stay here a little longer. Get settled in the job first, one thing at a time...” His voice trailed off as he floundered.

Owen raised an eyebrow. “Are you asking me to stay, Nick, in your roundabout way?” His voice was tinged with laughter.

Nick scowled. “I guess.” Socks leapt onto his shoulder to play with his hair and he reached up a hand, stroking the monkey’s head.

Owen nodded. “I’m happy to stay Nick, on two conditions.”

Nick frowned. “What conditions?” he asked suspiciously.

“That if I do something you don’t like, you don’t threaten to kick me out every time we disagree on something. It gets a bit boring.” Nick’s eyes narrowed. “Secondly, you tell me about what makes you scream every night.” Owen’s voice was steady but Nick saw the compassion in the other man’s eyes.

“Not
every
night,” Nick said tightly.

Owen shrugged. “Whatever. I want to know a bit more about the man I’m living with and shagging.”

Nick’s face coloured. “Don’t get ahead of yourself,” he blustered. “Who said there was going to be a repeat?”

Owen’s face creased in a smile as he moved over to Nick, pulling him into his arms and kissing him deeply. Nick’s lips parted once again for the man and gave into Owen’s ravenous mouth. Finally Owen let him go, his breathing deep. “The fact you’re hard again and kiss me like that means there’s definitely going to be a next time.” He moved out of Nick’s arms and smiled wickedly. “Now I’d better get off. I’ve got to see a man about a job. See you later. And then we
will
talk.”