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Authors Note #1: This is set directly after the scene in 5x15 when Michonne knocks Rick out after the fight with Pete. This fic is a Nicholas/Tobin fic and was inspired by the actions of Nicholas during the scene in question when Rick turns the gun on the crowd. Please see original chapter for all the details and an extended a/n.
Warnings: Spoilers for 5x15, meant to fit in directly after the events of that episode. *Contains: slash, oral sex, hand job, mutual masturbation, mild-power play, adult language, adult content, possible consent issues – mild dub con, references to a semi-established relationship, rough oral sex. – Please see original chapter for a complete list of warnings.
Gridlocked (on a dusty avenue)
Chapter Two
"You talk a lot of smack for someone that barely makes it up to my god damned elbow. Even when you aren't on your knees," he sent, off-kilter as Nicholas cupped his sack roughly, pulling him free. Feeling the uncommon urge to wound, to abuse with the curt edge of his tongue even as the man did something filthy with his own. Setting his teeth into the vulnerable inner of his thigh and clipping his foreskin in the process as he tried and failed to mute his yell into the curl of his fist.
"What do you want?" Nicholas breathed, ignoring him cleanly, licking a messy stripe down his cock as he looked up at him. Baring the pale span of his throat – freckles and all – to his hungry gaze. "Tell me."
His dick throbbed, so turned on he could cry as the crown of him strained up through his foreskin. Painfully hard as his hips wobbled, thrusting minutely into the man's fist while Nicholas kept him there. Giving him only enough friction to frustrate himself as the command lingered – insistent.
What did he want?
What did he want?
What did he want?
"Nicholas," he gasped, desperate for it. Struggling with himself in more ways than one as clever hands twisted feather-light around the purpling head. "I don't-"
"Don't lie to me," the man growled, fingers digging painfully into his thigh – grounding and bright as a zing of an entirely different sort of pleasure rocked through him. "You can lie to them. Hell, they're all so stupid they'd probably believe it. But not to me. You can't lie to me."
"So, I'll ask you again, what to do you want, Tobin?"
He licked his lips, chapped and dry as Nicholas traced a thumb around the ridge of his cock, detouring around the flared head as pre-cum started trickling down the shaft. Half certain he was going to die if the man didn't do something. "I-"
"What. Do. You. Want?" Nicholas growled, each syllable punctuated by a gut-clenching spike of pleasure and pain as the world narrowed. Reducing itself to faded shades and baser scents as a sheen of sweat glistened at the man's temples. Proof enough that he wasn't the only one affected despite the power Nicholas had over him. Despite the power he was letting the man abuse as he quivered into his touch. Watching without really seeing as the man bathed his cock in a series of light, kittenish licks that had him five seconds from crawling out of his god damned skin. Five seconds from-
"Fucking Christ, just- you!" he yelled, the words coming out in a half-sob as whatever self-control he'd been holding onto crumbled into nothing. Simultaneously light and heavy now that the truth of it had been so brutally dragged into the open. "You! Alright!?"
His hands flared out, tensing and releasing in the air above Nicholas's head as the man put him out of his misery and being sucking him off in earnest. Not quite brave enough to touch as the flare of the man's tongue – dipping down to tease his sack before darting back up again – dragged a grunt out of him.
"Oh god," he muttered, hips working in a series of muted, polite little thrusts until he realized that the man was letting him. Using the resulting closeness to grind into the muscled curve of his calf as they chased their pleasure together for the first time.
He clawed at empty air when Nicholas pulled off, making a needy sound in the back of his throat as the man looked him over, dark eyes slitted. Rumpled and high with it as two points of color glowed red across the span of his cheeks.
"If you're lucky, someday I might even let you fuck me," he whispered hoarsely. Pushing back sweaty hair only just threatening to curl. Jarring him with the sudden switch as his cock blurted out a trickle of pre-cum. Too far gone to care that he was in danger of going off before they'd even really started as the man eyed him wickedly.
"Or maybe you'd like it the other way around?" Nicholas continued, running a slick finger down his inner thigh, dangerously close to the crease of him before dipping back down to tug at his sack. Calloused pads sliding roughly across velvet soft skin as his mouth fell open – wordless. "You seem to like it when I lead you around, don'tcha?"
"Big guy, with a big dick to match. Probably got it a lot with the women, didn't you?" Nicholas rasped, sucking delicately at the very tip of him before swirling his tongue around the crown. "Bet they wanted you to man handle 'em a bit, just like they read about in those shitty novels under the high school bleachers. Let them know who was in charge or some shit. Never really thinking about you. About what you wanted. What you needed."
"I can give that to you...all of it. You wouldn't regret it, I promise," the man thrummed huskily, transmitting the vibrations of it as he anchored his hands around the curve of his ass and swallowed deep.
He lost it.
Whimpering.
Hand slapping out against the wall before-
"Oh Christ! I-Nick.. Nick, I'm gonna-"
He didn't even bother muffling his yell. Only just realizing that somewhere along the line his hand had buried itself deep in the man's curls, wavering into it as the world hazed out and pleasure ushered itself in. The euphoria was like nothing else. It was like living for the first time. Like actually living for the first time in over forty years, not just making do.
The blunt of his free hand fisted against the corner of the wall as he thrust forward, strong and unthinking into that gorgeous wet heat. Desperate for a handhold as his knees threatened to buckle. The action heightened and filthy as he felt Nicholas swallow around him. Once. Twice. And again. Seizing lazily at the new sensation as the man took it all, drawing it out until he leaned into the press of his groin, breathing ragged. Nosing at the crease of him as his free hand worked frantically inside his pants. Finishing himself off with a shattered cry before uncoiling at his feet – momentarily lost to it.
It was a vulnerability he'd never expected.
In truth, it was a whole series of them. Nicholas had never- not once, not before, not-
And hell if it didn't feel like some sort of messed up gift.
Everything that'd happened since that first time had felt like two steps past impossible.
But this? Jesus. This felt dangerously close to coming full circle.
"Easy sell today," Nicholas commented after a smattering of beats, only slightly breathless. Almost fond in his own sort of way as he wiped his mouth and pulled himself to his feet. Doing a reasonably good job at pretending he hadn't just been sucking cock like it was his job. Fixing him with an inky, inscrutable look as he shook off the hand half curled around his shoulder.
He was still waiting for the reprimand. For a reminder of the rules the man had set down that first afternoon. But instead, he was surprised when Nicholas shuffled close. Looking almost like he was about to embrace him before his body language switched and he was suddenly pressing him back against the wall. Keeping him there as they breathed in each other's air. Chests rising and falling – almost in sync – until dark hazel eyes seemed to soften a fraction.
For one completely terrifying moment, he thought the man was going to kiss him. He was thinking about it. He could tell that much. Both of them were. It was all there. There in the way the man kept eying his lips. Licking along his own indecisively as the slick of pooling cum had their cocks gliding enticingly – free-range and easy.
But it was only when a sudden sound issued from upstairs that the man seemed to think better of it. Instead choosing to lean in and whisper. Slicking his thumb along the soft wet of his prick, petting him gently as he shivered – overstimulated.
"I make no excuse for myself. I know who I am. I know what I've done. What I've had to do, what I'll continue doing if I have to. If it's the price I have to pay to keep my son safe, myself safe, the people I care about still breathing then hell if I won't pay every cent of it," Nicholas murmured, thin lips curling. Crowding him as calloused hands raked down his scalp - needlepoint and harsh like a punishment.
The act was unveiled aggression colored with the hind end of a threat, but it made his sated prick jerk weakly against his thigh all the same. Forcing him to bite down on a whimper as his entire body hummed with pleasure. Oversensitive but still greedy for it as Nicholas' teeth grazed the soft of his throat.
"So don't you judge me, Tobin. Don't you dare judge me."
He got stuck on the meaning, on the real crux of it right around the time that the man threw up his hands in frustration – maybe even disgust – and turned his back on him. Leaving him cold and stupid with the sudden change as the man yanked up his dirty jeans and zipped himself up.
"And-and that includes me?" he remarked slowly, more of a statement than a question as Nicholas's gait hitched in the doorway, stilling for a beat as the curve of his spine hunched low – protective – before straightening. Determinedly not looking at him.
"Apparently!" Nicholas snarled, stalking off around the corner and out of sight. Giving him the sudden but very distinct impression that he wasn't the only one that didn't know what the hell he was doing.
He leaned heavily against the wall. Loose legged and pleasure-wrecked. Still coming down as he closed his eyes and tried to school his breathing. Allowing himself to savor it, just this once, as Nicholas' words slung back around. Unable to stop himself from wondering, as he tried not to chase the man's taste around in his mouth, if that was necessarily a good or a bad thing.
A/N #1: Thank you for reading. Please let me know what you think! Reviews and constructive critiquing are love! – This story is now complete.