Chapter 12
When Nick woke up, it was because of the aching tightness in his groin, and no, it wasn't the need to take a piss. Groaning in irritation of having to wank in the shower he opened his eyes, only to face a ceiling he was not familiar with. It was red and had water damage, for one, and not his own pristine white. He let his head fall to the side, coming face to face with Billy, who was fast asleep still. As he should be, Nick figured, as it wasn't even light outside. What he shouldn't be, was wrapped around him like a koala with his head on his chest. What Nick shouldn't be doing was holding said curled up koala close to him. But who gave a fuck anyway?
He glanced at the clock and was that it was only six o'clock – an ungodly hour. That was, an ungodly hour to get out of bed. He could stay for a while longer.
Nick's eyes flickered to the sleep puffed and pink lips. They looked so tasty. Never being the one to deny himself something, Nick swiped his tongue over the full bottom lip before he set his teeth into it and nibbled it until it was red. Billy made a sound of protest as he woke up to find his lower lip held immobile. Nick's hand slipped underneath his shirt, rubbing his belly, feeling the firm flesh underneath it, kissing the sleepy Gang Lord. Pulling back, he pushed Billy over on his back, whisking the pillows away, throwing them on the floor, so that he could have the younger man lying flat and not have to move.
Billy watched him in a sleep dazed confusion, not quite knowing what to make of the situation. Nick had never kissed him before, not on the lips. They had never been face to face before.
Nick studied the sleep flushed, but slightly guarded face for a few seconds. With a smirk he slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of the sleeping pants and pulled them down, inch by inch. Billy was tense, not knowing what the older man was up to. Nick tsked at him, "Relax..." Throwing the sleep pants away, he spread the long legs on either side of his hips. The blond looked so delicious spread out for him. Reaching over to the night-stand, Nick found the lube in the drawer. Flipping the lid open, he took a generous amount on his fingers.
Billy's breath hitched when he felt the slick fingers against him, then as they gently slipped into him. "Mah-" His hands clutched the sheets as he was, surprisingly, quite carefully prepared. Nick rarely bothered to prepare him, expecting Billy to do it himself. Deeming him ready, Nick rid of his boxers leaned over him, slowly breaching him. Billy pulled his knees back, giving Nick more space to move. He couldn't hold back a small moan as Nick thrust slowly and shallowly, going a little deeper and firmer each time until he was fully in.
Nick paused, letting Billy get used to the tight and pushed apart feeling in his loins. He could feel the pressure increasing as he laid there, waiting for Nick to just move. "Nick -" He yanked away from the touch, growling, when the older man ran his fingertips along his ribs, tickling him. Nick chuckled, then he started to move. Billy nearly moaned in relief as the pressure gave a little.
The relief didn't last long, as he realised Nick was set on driving him insane, alternating long slow stroked, caressing him deeply, to hard full length thrusts, splitting him apart and tearing into his prostate, changing between really slow, and really fast. Billy breathed harshly and he let his head fall to the side, drops of sweat, forming by his temple, his eyes shut tight as his body raged war against itself. A particular well placed thrust made Billy's eyes snap open, his gaze landing on the abandoned wedding ring on his night-stand as he lost focus.
Nick laid down on top of the blond and hooked his arms beneath Billy's knees. Billy looked up at him, his sea-green eyes blurry and confused. Nick lowered his face to touch the tip of his nose to his, their foreheads resting against each other. Not thinking about what he was doing, nor caring, Nick kissed Billy again, deeper and more possessively than last time. Billy gasped and let go of the sheets, placing his hands on the older man, forgetting that he wasn't allowed to.
Nick didn't really give a shit about the rules he had set months earlier, and thrust deep and hard, keeping a steady and fast paced rhythm. After a little while, Nick straightened his back, lessening the depth of the penetration, crashing directly into a sweet spot, making Billy have white lights flickering behind his eyelids and he clung to the broad shoulders, his nails digging into the tattooed skin on his back.
Nick stopped for a second, licking and kissing away the sweat right beneath the smooth jaw, the he strained forward, as if moving his entire body into Billy and held himself there. Billy pulled in shallow breaths of oxygen, the tension in his belly making his muscles contract. Nick raised himself up, and the sat back in one smooth gesture, with Billy's knees across his shoulders. Billy let out a deep moan of effort as he tried to push himself up, but Nick yanked him back down in his lap, making the younger man yelp, his cheeks reddening over his reaction, "Lay back," Nick ordered, his grip tight enough to bruise.
With his body stretched and bent taut, Billy could feel everything just a little more, Nick's angle changing slightly, hitting someplace different, but oh so damned good. "Oh god..." Billy mewed as his body jerked unexpectedly. Nick snarled and leaned back on his arm, his other arm wrapped around Billy's thigh holding him just where he wanted him.
He couldn't see Nick from where he was, but he could hear his breathing, and his low growls and he could feel him. Billy closed his eyes and let his mind wander...back to when kisses and sex were a bi-product of love, and not means to an end, or just pure carnal lust. When he closed his eyes, he could almost pretend it was Morzan who was the one making his body sing. He could almost pretend it was Morzan who was moving inside him.
Nick could feel Billy starting to contract around him and his thighs quivering around his waist. He bit his lip in concentration as he delivered a few more well aimed thrusts before he pulled the younger man up to him to straddle his lap. Billy laid his arms over Nick's shoulders and rested his forehead against Nick's as he rocked slowly, his eyes still closed. He tried increasing his pace, but Nick grabbed his hips firmly, "Slow down," he said, and Billy reluctantly did as he was told and tried to slow down his breathing as well, though, not as successfully.
But Morzan was never this commanding or forceful. Never tasted quite like this, never sounded quite this, never felt quite like this. Morzan had always treated him like he was going to break, like he was fragile. Billy knew he was anything but, and a part of him liked begin treated as if...he couldn't be broken, like he could be forcefully manhandled, commanded and expected to obey. Nick owned him. For the next year, possibly longer, he belonged to Nick...
Nick was commanding and forceful. His grip bruising. Tasted like...Nick. Sounded like...Nick. Felt like...Nick. Since when the fuck did Nick have his own reference in Billy's brain?
Nick slid his arms from Billy's hips and up his back, holding him tightly against him. Billy let out a quivering breath against Nick's lips as the heat in his belly coiled once more. Nick met Billy in a deep kiss. Nick could feel the tremors in Billy's body again, but this time his very spine quivered and his shoulders trembled.
"Nicholai..." Billy breathed hoarsely. He could feel the tell tale signs of Nick's close release as he swelled ever so slightly inside him. Nick tightened his grip around him, so tight he almost couldn't breathe, and crushed him down in his lap as he thrust upwards. Billy's every muscle immediately tensed like a bowstring, trying to twist out of the iron grip, his orgasm hitting him so hard it hurt. Nick held him tight, not letting him go as he spilled his every drop into the pulsing body in his lap.
Billy whined and complained, wiggling, for a few brief seconds before his endorphin weakened muscles gave in and just sank into Nick's chest, exhausted. Nick nudged his shoulder, making him raise his head to face him. Nick didn't care to analyse his actions as he covered Billy's lips with his own, nibbling them gently. Panting, Billy managed to catch a small breath, "I think you might want to get a bucket or something..." he whispered, his voice hoarse, and his eyes wet. Nick chuckled at the ill-timed, but very sensible request. With care he lowered Billy to the mattress and eased out of him before he went into the bathroom to get a bucket. Morning sickness was a bitch and Nick knew all too well, with Hannah's two pregnancies, that the bouts of nausea often came very unexpectedly - and he would prefer it if the bedroom didn't stink like vomit, 'cause that never went away. Ever.
Billy sank into the mattress, boneless, sore, exhausted and a tiny bit nauseous...and hungry. God he wanted some blueberry juice...
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For the first time, Nick left Billy's feeling like he had cheated on his wife.
It wasn't about reimbursement anymore. It was about possession. Nick felt the undeniably irrational notion of that the kid was his. Well, the 'kid' was thirty-seven years old, but Nick still thought of him as that glowing little charmer that had charmed his best friend right out of his marriage.
After he left, walking out in the middle of the fight, not taking more of her shit, he'd felt like crap. He felt worthless, because a lot of what she'd said was true. If he hadn't stopped at the gas station, Brendan would still have been alive.
If he'd fucking remembered that driving without their lights on, and hitting the first car that flashed their lights at them was the way that he and Morzan had picked their initiation victims as well, Brendan would still have been live.
He'd felt like making himself useful. Billy was having his kid and would grow out of his clothes. Logic told him to go shopping.
Nick huffed and tightened his grip on the wheel. He'd put the stuff he bought in Billy's closet after he'd showered and Billy had fallen asleep again. He knew the blonde would have just looked at him, a murder stare - if he'd actually presented him with it. His old clothes were probably getting a bit tight by now.
He wondered if he liked them...
He hated to admit it, but he had a feeling that he was starting to care for the kid. In a possessive sort of way, not an affectionate sort of way. He knew it wasn't healthy. He treated Billy like he was his property to do as he pleased with and if he hadn't dangled his son's life over the other mans head, he wouldn't have stood for it.
Nick supposed he had to start treating his property with more care. He wasn't even pretending not to have noticed the dark finger-pad shaped patches littered on his body, coming in litters of five, or the bruised wrists. Billy was carrying a precious cargo and couldn't afford spending energy on healing his own body as well as nurturing another.
With those thoughts in his mind, Nick headed to work.
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A/N; so what do you think? This was a bit of a filler, but i hope you enjoyed it. Now I don't enjoy doing this at all, but occasionally, I have to; 243 people read the last chapter. Have a guess at how many reviewed? (thnx btw) Now i dont' write FOR the reviews, but I like keeping in touch with my readers; get a feel for what you like, what you want and if you have things you especially like/dislike or any ideas/questions/suggestions.
Because I dont' know if it's just me, but if I dont review, it's because I've a) not read it/downloaded it to read later b) lost interest, even tho im on alert or b) thought it was boring.
And I really don't want anyone to be bored!
