Cold Turkey (2/3)
NC-17 ( This chapter gets an M 3 ))
Strong D/S
Pairing: Nak
Summary:
I'll think of a witty summary later e.e
Basically, Nick finds Zak at a bar, a little drunk, and with a pretty honey on his arm. Nick blames it on the drink and his insecurities is what makes him convince Zak that he doesn't need the alcohol for a good time.
Warning: ... owo I have been advised that this story might need a warning o_o because D/S theme got pretty heavy e_e So far? A blow-job. A frickin' blow job. And it needs a warning OTL.
I guess its intense o_o;

AN: Sorry it took so long to update this fic! For the longest time, I've been mulling over this fic. :/ It was going to be a LOT heavier and a couple of my betas told me it was a little to d/s it might leave a few people uncomfortable lol so I had to change things and reroute. I hope its still good.

What is that throbbing...was the first thing that came to Zak's mind as he sat up, rubbing his forehead like he was going to rub off the little monster trying to gnaw into his brain. He only thanked whatever god to remember to keep his steel shutters closed, but he groaned regardless as he tried to keep the bile down.

He remembered how he got home, but Nick wasn't next to him. Zak could only regret it- the one night Nick was there to stay with him and he just had to be wasted. The regret made his stomach turn, making him struggle to get out of bed and into the bathroom and dry heaving into the toilet. Nick wasn't there anymore. Probably thinks I'm pathetic. He gave himself a second to sob.

When he picked himself off the floor, he took the time to shower. He could smell himself and it made him sick. The alcohol left a lasting stench on his skin, made it feel tight and used. Zak hated the feeling and he scrubbed himself almost raw, concentrating on clean instead of Nick.

Nick, who probably thought he was pathetic. Nick, who came to pick up his sorry carcass and leave it alone in the large bed to rot in his stink. He was just about done feeling sorry for himself when he opened the shower door and saw a glass of water next to some aspirin.

And his collar...

Zak wondered if he should be happy Nick waited for him to sober up, or feel scared that he was going to be sober when they played. Zak wasn't ready for that. He wasn't ready to give in on his own, and- and-

He groaned and placed his head in his hands. He blinked at the aspirin, willing it to come to him, but ultimately reached out for it, swallowing the small pill with a little difficulty. He needed the comfort even though it was sure to come in much later. His head still throbbed and his anxiety wasn't helping. Still, he shouldn't leave Nick waiting. He grabbed the collar next, wrapping it around his neck before drying his body. He didn't even bother with the clothes.

Get to your dungeon. That what the collar always meant and Zak trudged his way down, his feet dragging along the floor. They barely played, and though it made his blood run cold and hot at the same time, it was all Zak's idea that they ran their relationship this way. It was only Nick who thought it shouldn't be the main focus of it, only 'playing' when it was desperately needed. Nick decided when, and it always seemed to be when he had issues with keeping Zak in line.

Then again, wasn't that the point?

The door opened smoothly, revealing the dimly lit room, and Zak wondered if he should get on his knees now or once he's by Nick's side. The world was spinning, he didn't think he was getting enough oxygen into his lungs and for a moment he feared he might just pass out even before anything started- then what would the man waiting in his chair think of him. He took a step and when dark brown eyes darted over to him and full, pink lips remained closed and tightened into a line he knew he was doing the right thing to get there as quick as possible and walk.

The raven haired man dropped his eyes as he got nearer, self-conscious in his nudity. He stood there awkwardly before getting on his knees by Nick's side. He didn't know what to do.

"Zak."

He couldn't help but jump and the sigh he heard from Nick made him feel awful. "I'm sorry." sped through his lips, but he was supposed to be quiet. He kept his eyes trained to Nick's knees, keeping his eyes down suddenly a lot easier.

"Dude, stop. You're freaking me out."

No. No. Zak shivered and let his head drop. Nick couldn't stop the game now. Zak could do this. He can. His hands fisted over his naked thighs and his defeated shoulders squared a tiny bit. It seemed to be enough because Nick stood, grabbing him roughly by the hair to look into his eyes. The younger man was so close he could smell him, could feel the heat radiating off of him.

"Why are we here?"

"I... I made you look for me."

Nick sneered. Every bit of honest emotion he could muster made it into his eyes and put a crack in his heart. The younger man's grip loosened and Zak whined quietly, pushing into his touch.

"I didn't answer your calls."

"Don't. Zak."

Don't make me force it out of you. Zak licked his dry lips and clenched his eyes tightly shut, desperately searching his brain to say something else. "I passed out on you last night."

"Wrong." Nick practically threw Zak away in frustration. The collared man held back a yell, a habitual retort, but held his tongue. Instead, he righted himself as he watched Nick's feet move back and legs spread as he took his seat.

Nick chuckled, the sound grating and obviously forced. "It's always harder for you to talk to me when you're sober." Zak managed to take a peak, see him hide his brown eyes in his hand before meeting his own, dropping those blue orbs before they locked. "This isn't a game..."

"I know."

"Then why are you- It's like you're trying to piss me off."

And maybe he was. Zak wasn't so sure. He risked another look up and this time their eyes did lock. He couldn't tear his own away and for a moment he thought Nick was reading every single thought he shoved to the back of him mind, all the selfish desires he either forgot or ignored, pulling them out one by one. The gaze they held was almost painful. He had to say something.

"I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?"

"I went out drinking without you. I was drinking and I was- I let-" Zak was suddenly overwhelmed, his breath coming in short gasps as his thoughts warred with each other. Sorry for what? For that girl? For himself? For his actions? Zak remembered wanting to leave before she came over but he had stayed, thinking he could stand to give a fan some of his time- or something like that. He wasn't going to go back with her. He wasn't-

Zak's train of thought came to a stop when Nick chuckled mirthlessly, again hiding his eyes in his hand. Thumb and finger worked into his temples before he let go and Zak couldn't help beating himself up for causing the younger man stress. If anything, Nick's insecurities were just as great as his own and it didn't help that Zak had hundreds of pretty women who want a piece of him. He shouldn't of carelessly flirted back- Nick there, or not.

The raven haired man flinched when Nick said it for him, "Leading that girl on. You lead that girl on and you're mine, Zak. I shouldn't have to prove it to anyone." He sighed then and Zak was sure he heard the defeat. The strong body crumbled and just this once, the raven was able to see the result of his actions. "Man, I think we should just end it now. This was a bad idea. We're wasting our time."

Just like that. Zak felt his heart drop and his eyes hardened. His mouth felt dry and his teeth gritted. He didn't know if he should feel angry, or distressed... Nick didn't mean it. "What do you mean? Nick, don't play with me like that." he said at first, then the next words came out a little more harshly, "You liar."

"Look, I'm not playing." Nick opened his hands, arms spread open to his sides as he stood. Zak looked too small there on the floor. "If you don't want me, I get it. You with me isn't exactly the most stable relationship."

"Shut up."

"Zak-"

The slightly shorter man shook his head, the only other movement in his rigid form was his fists balling up over his thighs. "I want you." That was probably the most honest statement from the string of lies and excuses he could come up with. Zak wasn't ready to let go, not so soon. He stood, surprising the other man back into his seat. Grabbing the stubbled jaw in both hands, he muttered again, "I want you."

"Prove it." Were the hissed words and narrowed brown eyes glared back up at him. Angered disbelief took up most of that handsome face and Zak wondered who the hell was supposed to be hurting here.

"What the fuck you mean, prove it?"

Nick just repeated the phrase again, and the menacing curl of his lip urged Zak to lunge forward to take them. It was almost bruising the way he controlled the kiss, not giving Nick the time to take over and ignoring every little trick that usually got his own mouth falling slack to accept Nick's tongue curling possessively in his mouth. No, this one was his, and Zak wasn't ready to give up.

He felt long fingers curl around his hips to pull him in, but the older man denied it, didn't care that he had to fold around Nick just so they could share this moment. He had Nick tilting his head back, caging him back against the chair, and immediately the other tensed. He pulled back before the brunette could claw his hands into his hips or throw him against the wall on the other side of the room.

"Well?"

Nick wiped the back of his hand against his lips and that felt like a slap to the face if anything else. "Not gonna cut it." He stood to his full height and had the pleasure of watching Zak stumble back. He just had to put both hands on Zak's wide shoulders and he was back kneeling on the floor before him. "How badly do you want this?"

"As badly as you do." Zak looked up as he said this and almost smiled when Nick nodded. Instead, he gasped as Nick grabbed him by the hair again to take control of a kiss that took his breath away.

Nick practically dragged him over to the chair and when the younger man sat, was pulled in between his legs. Zak felt cornered and he struggled for a bit, pushing at whatever he could, but a harsh bite to his lower lip was warning enough. He opened his mouth and instantly it was plundered. Zak just managed to catch that tongue before those lips completely pulled away, shiny with spit and swollen and Zak wondered how his own must look. The hands clawing into denim clad thighs became soft and smoothed over Nick's hips, unconsciously going to the hardness in between. He was surprised when his hands were slapped away.

"Stop that." Nick grumbled and hooked his fingers into the collar. He lifted a bit and Zak's body followed, slim fingers wrapping around his wrist as Zak strained to stay in position while following what Nick directed. It pulled his torso taut, sinewy muscles lengthening cat-like and chest arched towards Nick to pull the strain off his neck. Nick dragged his eyes down the displayed body to the hard cock in a nest of clean dark curls and chuckled. "Yeah. Sometimes I wonder if you do this just to piss me off, G."

Zak laughed quietly as well, "Never." And squirmed on his knees self-consciously. He's probably been in this position for half of their affair, but most times it was a night after some heavy partying. He whined. "Stop staring."

Nick sneered and it got the reaction he wanted, "Are you telling me what to do?" Zak just dropped his gaze and shook his head. "Good. You never seem to mind before."

"Yeah, well." Nick was distracted by the flash of pink over his lips, but he still caught the rest of what Zak was saying, "Just gimme a damn bottle and we're set." Zak looked up at Nick under his lashes but the scowl on Nick's face was definitely not what he was expecting. He dropped them again an chewed into his lip nervously. "No drinking..."

Nick shook his head. "No. And I'm expecting not ever again." He smirked when Zak choked and looked up at him with wide eyes. "I'm getting tired of having these little visits to your dungeon and you drinking seems to be the main source to all our problems."

"Tough." Zak sneered and shimmied his way back into a more comfortable kneeling position. Nick seemed to get the point and lessened his hold, "I thought it was the flirting. So I'll just-"

Nick snorted, "Right. Without the alcohol you're too much of a dork to even know where to start when it comes to flirting." He saw Zak's eyes narrow reproachfully and confidently, Nick said, "I'll just have to convince you to stop."

That little playful smirk appeared on Zak's lips and Nick wondered where Zak thought this was going. Nick scowled and pulled sharply, the leather of the collar biting into Zak's neck and he was sure he was not imagining the flush that appeared on Zak's cheeks as he dropped his eyes. The only confusion that showed on Nick's face was the furrow of his brow. The older man was looking forward to this. Nick could only think of ways so that Zak wouldn't.

"You're not going to make this easy for me, are you."

Zak scoffed slightly, "Not in the least bit, bro."

Nick sighed and rolled his eyes upward before lunging, taking the man down onto his back. They scuffled for a bit, Zak actually hooking a fist towards Nick jaw and as luck would have it, only scraped his fist along Nick's bone. He used that momentum to push Zak onto his front, straddling the other man's back as he pulled on the collar. "Stand down."

"Fuck no." Zak wheezed and scratched at the collar as he struggled to breathe. Nick wasn't letting up and the younger man could see the the way Zak's face discoloured as he lost circulation to his head.

"Stand down." Nick pressed again and Zak shook his head frantically, both hands now desperate to put enough space to clear his airways. Nick narrowed his eyes, pulling back, back and then dragging Zak over him. He bit back a groan as Zak squirmed in his lap and he reached down, grasping the still hard cock in hand threateningly. "Fucking yield, Zak!"

He heard a quiet whine used with just that last bit of air Zak had and let go. Immediately the other gulped for air, light-headedness making his eyes go wide in confusion. Nick brought those strong arms down from around Zak's neck then shoved the gasping man onto the floor. Nick panted, eyes dark as he raked his eyes over the helpless form. "You're going to listen to me, and I'm going to remind you why that's a good idea."

Zak coughed, his voice rough as he glared at Nick over his shoulder, "I'm not a fucking dog."

Nick shook his head, remembering the heat he had just held in his hand and gave Zak a crooked, understanding smile, "No. But you've been asking for this and we're gonna do it your way." He stood and cracked the kinks in his shoulders before crossing his arms, "Maybe after this we could stop this nonsense in your dungeon." Before Zak could open his mouth he turned his back and said, "Without the drink."

A low, frustrated growl emanated from the floor and a quick, "Stay." was enough to stop all sounds of movement as Zak went to stand. "Good boy." Nick got a grumble for that.

The younger man pulled out a black gym bag from behind the high back chair, grinning mischievously as he took a seat. He chuckled at the annoyed look Zak gave him. This was the other man's chair, no matter what they did down in the dungeon, giving it up always riled him up. Nick made sure to look as comfortable and in place as he could in it before setting the bag down where it was easily accessible. "I brought provisions. Since you'd rather be beaten out of a habit and rewarded when you do things right, I've got things to use on you based on whether you please me or not."

The older man glowered, "I'm not a fucking dog, Groff."

"Nope. But I trained my dog and he's perfectly obedient." The dark expression only deepened and Nick had the gall to laugh. "Hey, I'm not going to command you to bark."

"Yet."

Nick snorted and patted his lap. It took a while, but Zak got the hint and crawled to Nick's side, realizing what he did too late and planting his forehead on the other's knee with a groan. When they get out of this, Zak was going to lock Nick in a morgue, this was so stupid. "Good boy." Nick said and petted his head.

Zak resisted the urge to tell Nick to go fuck himself. That just wouldn't do when he had his own aching dick between his legs. Instead he looked up at Nick with every bit of defiance he had. It really wasn't that much.

He threaded his fingers through thick, dark hair pulling Zak closer to his crotch. The other man followed and watching Zak act submissively made his blood pump harder in his veins. "Only your mouth." Nick murmured, wanting to make this hard for this man, and like expected a humiliated flush appeared on Zak's cheeks as he planted his hands on either side of Nick's hips and brought his head down to nose his shirt out of the way. "What, no come back?" Nick breathed.

Zak's eyes darted over to the bag, grunting a quiet "No". He almost brought his hands to the front of Nick's jeans but stopped himself quickly, instead biting and pulling, the button, popping it from its hole easy enough. The clumsy licking as he tried to pull the zipper made his cheeks burn, knowing he had Nick's full attention.

It wasn't getting any easier after pulling the fly down. Nick was sitting and the sharp tugs from the right or left side wasn't exactly pulling his jeans down his hips. He must look ridiculous trying to pull Nick's pants down with his mouth and looking up, he wished he hadn't. Not when Nick looked so amused there all trying to hide his smile in his hand. Zak backed up with a frown. "Stop being a dick."

Zak could tell Nick's smile widened, his eyes crinkling cutely in the sides. When he removed his hand from his mouth, that smile was a lot smaller then, but the aroused flush of his cheeks were more noticeable. At least his struggle got some sort of reaction from the other man. "Are you sassin' me?" Nick asked as he moved a little in his seat and Zak pursed his lips, unsure how to reply. Lying would get him a kick in the ass, he was sure.

"I- uh. I just want to get to business, Nick, stop messin' around." Zak grumbled up at him. He kept his hands close to his chest, unconsciously playing with his fingers, hoping this would look like he was willing to take whatever action Nick wanted when he asked. Instead, Nick just laughed.

"I could mess around if I want to. Isn't that the point?" He leaned forward, hands scratching deep red marks into his back. Zak bit back a groan then, but he couldn't help arching his body towards the younger man, "You're just suppose to mindlessly take it. I thought that is what you want?"

"Yeah but-"

"Don't worry, I'll help." Nick cut in and nodded towards the bag, "Reach in there and grab the unopened box. Don't peak!" He laughed when Zak grumbled and nearly tore the bag trying to open it. When he reached in, Nick couldn't beat down his grin as surprise, and worry, appeared on the older man's face. "Only if you're real bad, Zak."

"What're you gonna do with those?"

"It doesn't matter. Just bring the box to me." Nick patted his lap again, his legs spread wide in open confidence.

Zak stumbled a little as he made his way to Nick. He didn't have his hands as he carried a medium sized box in his palms. He wouldn't look at Nick and chewed into his upper lip as he took his place back between Nick's legs on the floor. Nick smiled and Zak blushed at the little mercy of the younger male pulling both pants and boxers down his hips, giving him the sight of his cock, swollen and wet with precum.

Nick opened it like that, not at all effected by using the other's hands like a table. Zak looked so awkward, not sure what to do but sit there and let the box rest upon his palms. Nick took note of dark lashes over tanned cheeks as Zak peered inside, but he couldn't see anything with the object hidden underneath the satiny cloth. "What is it?" He asked and Nick tsked.

"Impatient."

Zak pursed his lips and his cheeks colored. Nick had to drag his eyes away in order to pull the toy out from under it. He held it up, ring side open for Zak to see through and Zak blinked once at it before shaking his head frantically.

"No. Nick, no. I won't last..." he said and dropped the box on to the floor. Both hands faced Nick as if to push him away, "You're going to put that on me and then you're going to tell me to wait. I know it."

Nick rolled his eyes and grabbed Zak's wrists, bringing him to stand in front of him. He carefully slid the ring around the top of Zak's cock, the little vibrator on the side resting right under the crown of the head. "Yeah. But its a distraction. " He leaned back as Zak tried to control himself, that strong body visibly trembling. "Why are we doing this?"

"To- to make it up to you." Zak answered automatically.

"And what happens after?"

Zak swallowed thickly, "My punishment."

Nick smiled and nodded, bringing Zak closer. "And what happens if you cum too soon?"

"The game ends- Nick, don't do this." Zak gasped as he felt fingertips flutter down his abdomen. He tried moving his hips away the further down they went. "I won't last, Nick. I'm not... I can't-" He wasn't drunk. There was no aid to numb his sensitive nerves.

Nick only shook his head and gave Zak a soft smile. He reached for the tiny switch on the bullet and flicked it on. Immediately the older man tensed in his arms. Nick even saw the hard cock in front of him twitch at the sudden stimulation. "I'm going to prove to you that you don't need the drink." He dragged his eyes up, "Just my word, You got that?" He was satisfied when Zak nodded quickly down at him. He patted Zak's hip and the other man was back kneeling on the floor, slender fingers squeezing into his thighs. It put Zak's hands within reach of his own and sympathetically he threaded his hands with the other.

He didn't even have to say anything. Zak already started mouthing around his erection, probably thinking if he could get Nick off fast enough he'd still have some control to finish with the other. Usually Nick would have the other man beg for it, but not this time. "Suck." He growled and those reddened lips wrapped around his cock.

Immediately Zak started bobbing his head, and the addictive velvet heat of his mouth was slowly undoing Nick. The younger man groaned loudly and grabbed Zak by the hair, pulling him back and almost laughed at the moan he tore from his throat. Zak's kinks were just so easy to manipulate. Wide blue eyes looked up at him, watery with pain-pleasure tears and a nod was all the warning he got before Nick started thrusting the length of his cock into Zak's mouth, forcing it down his throat. It took two quick thrusts before Zak gagged and pulled his mouth away, saliva still connecting his red lips to the red swollen head of Nick's cock. "I warned you."

Zak nodded and stopped himself from wiping his face. He coughed, his breath coming in as a sob before saying, "I know, I'll do better-" and Nick shoved his cock back in before he could finish his sentence.

Zak felt the back of his throat open instinctively, wet noises of Nick's dick hitting the back of his throat rang loudly to his ears. Zak couldn't make a noise, couldn't whine or whimper, or breathe fearing the tenseness in his throat would force him to choke again. His fingers practically tore at Nick's pants when he desperately needed air and that was all the younger man needed before pulling his cock from Zak's mouth, smearing spit and precum against Zak's cheek as he pulled him in closer. "Fuck, Nick." Zak breathed and his breath hitched as Nick slapped his dick soundly against his cheek and slid back in his mouth once again.

Nick wasn't thrusting any more and for once Zak felt he could finally relax, gasping around the other man's girth and he continued to suck. He concentrate solely on this, to run his tongue along his shaft and scrape his teeth around the top and only choked when he felt toes graze his hanging balls between his legs. He whimpered.

"Knew it." Nick rasped, the laugh he released breathless. Zak shook his head in embarrassed denial but the redness spreading from Zak's cheeks to his chest was telling. He ran his toes back against Zak's taint and then up over his cock, pushing the length down and Zak moaned as he rubbed the bottom of his foot over the top, while the head of the other's cock pushed against the black fluffed rug. "Beg." Nick commanded and bit back a groan when Zak whined around his dick.

He pushed Zak back and the older man leaned on his hands, giving Nick access to his body. He lifted an eyebrow mockingly and let the cock slap against Zak's abdomen before continuing with its caress. He loved it when he got Zak like this, was surprised how quickly he actually got Zak here even without the alcohol. Nick's gaze was caught at the bowed head and panting breaths that showed in the way his chest moved up and down with each struggle to inhale and exhale, leading to his swollen cock mirroring the movement. The vibrating ring around the dewy head of Zak's cock forced clear liquid to leak from the tip and Nick spread the liquid down his shaft with his toes. "Knew you had a fetish."

"Do n-not." Zak grunted.

"Do you lie to me?"

"No- Nick, please."

"Yeah... no. You can't cum yet."

Nick leaned back, stroking himself as he rubbed his foot over Zak's cock back and forth. Zak couldn't hold still, his hips moving the opposite direction of the strokes before he even dared to grab Nick's ankle. Nick scoffed lightly, letting Zak hold him still as he moved desperately against the only thing Nick was allowing him near.

"Let me cum, Nick." Zak begged.

"Nuh-uh." Nick answered.

"Please." Zak begged once more but Nick just laughed and pulled his foot away. This high pitch, needy whine left Zak's lips and he crawled forward a bit. Soft lips and nipping teeth moved along his thighs as the older man continued, "Didn't I make you feel good? You said-"

Nick cut him off, "I know what I said." He pulled Zak's hair lightly, the other man's mouth falling open before willingly placing his lips along his shaft. "You're doing very good." Opalescent liquid welled at the tip just for Zak and Zak watched with clouded eyes. A soft moan left his lips and his hips twitched forward, a tightening of his muscles to hold off a release. "Still gettin' off on pleasuring me?" A nod. "Good." He let go and Zak went down on him again, his throat bulging with cock.

Didn't take too long after that. Zak was openly moaning around his dick, giving long, slow sucks on his length. Nick simply ran his hands through Zak's drying hair, breath hitching and soft moans leaving his mouth. He thought about pulling Zak away, letting his own seed coat the floor and not letting Zak have any of it just to piss him off. He pulled Zak's hair hard once and the older man tightened his hands around his hips, pulling Nick into him as he takes him to the base. Nick almost laughed as Zak mewed at the first hit of cum going down his throat.

"Move." Nick husked and his cock slipped from Zak's lips. He winced as Zak wrapped a hand around his half-hard cock, desperate to keep him erect. "Gentle, Zak. Jesus." He grunted and those long fingers loosened around the sensitive girth, stroking ever so slowly to the tip. He watched with half lidded eyes. Occasionally his breath would catch as Zak's fingers ran over a sensitive spot. Nick was sure to be ready for another go soon.

Nick mused, "what should I do with you?" the sudden question made Zak look up at him and pause. Those eyes begged him, asking for a bit more of something. The meat between Zak's legs was swollen and heavy and Nick didn't think it would be good to ignore it much longer.

He pulled the older man up to straddle his lap. Zak did so without fuss and instead held onto Nick's shoulders and left his body free for Nick to touch. He didn't break the eye contact he had with the other male, not even as he grabbed the desperate erection between them. Nick stroked slowly, his fingers only teasing the soft skin of Zak's balls before dragging up towards the vibrator that helped put Zak in such a state. "I'll let you cum now, is that understood?" He got a nod.

"Fuck, Nick... anything." Zak hips swirled in his lap, his body completely flushed as he desperately sought and held his release. "What do you want? What... what do you need from me?"

"Always think there's a catch?" Nick chuckled and turned the little bullet off before taking the ring off the velvety flesh. He didn't touch Zak after that, letting the straining cock pull up towards him as if seeking his touch.

"Yes. No. Nick, touch me-"

Nick scoffed fondly and wrapped his hand back around Zak's length, squeezing tightly. He pressed his lips against Zak's when the older man cried out, swallowing his shaky moan. The little noises Zak made shot straight to his own cock and Nick gently rolled his hips under Zak. The older man bucked and pulled his mouth away with a pant.

"I can feel you... Nick..."

The younger man hummed and started nibbling down Zak's neck. Zak still hasn't cum, won't do it until Nick said so, and the hot shaft in his hand leaked a steady stream of precum down his fist. Zak started grinding down on his cock, Nick riding it out as he slid between his cheeks. Zak's heavy weight felt amazing on his body, writhing so sensually, and so solid.

"Nick... Nick, can I? Please..." Zak begged. He was losing it now. He didn't think he was going to make it, but then Nick grunted, a quiet, husky "Yeah..." tickling him against his ear. Zak's eyes fluttered closed and his back arched as he spilled his seed between their bodies. "So good..." As his body uncoiled he fell forward and rested his head on Nick's shoulder.

"We're not done yet..."

It didn't seem to have mattered. Zak's body slowly became heavy with sleep. Nick rocked his hips, his breath hitching slightly at the wet slide between the two round cheeks and Zak moaned quietly, gently rolling back before stopping all together.

"Hey."

Still nothing. Nick shook his head and huffed in amusement. They weren't done. No where near it. But it had been an emotional roller coaster for the both of them. His fingers danced down the length of Zak's back and the other man's body arched towards him, still a bit awake. "Hey... why don't you lay on the floor?"

"We're not... you said..."

"No. We'll continue when you wake up."

Zak pulled back, eyes half lidded and sleepy, but his pupils still blown wide. He licked his red lips. "You promise?"

Nick smiled and nodded. Zak carefully stood from Nick's lap and his eyes immediately went to the hard cock Nick was still sporting. His hands itched to touch, but the younger man tucked himself into his boxers and nodded towards the rug. "Sleep. I have a lot planned for you when you wake up."