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We Found Love in a Hopeless Era

Chapter 4: Slip-ups Part 2

Nick was dumbfounded and his heart raced at a mile a minute. "Um...well-"

"Oh, yes! That's a marvelous idea!" Daisy cheered. "You'll have a splendid time together!"

"Daisy I don't-"

She held both his hands in hers almost desperately. "Oh please Nick, won't you accept?"

He was trapped in her pleading gaze. He could never deny his cousin anything. Besides that, his only other way home was sent on its way so it's not like he had much of a choice. He gave in and let out a defeated sigh. "Alright."

"Thank you darling." She kissed his hand and walked over to Gatsby. Quickly wrapping her arms around his neck, she planted her lips on his and held them there.

Nick watched them out of the corner of his eye. He felt a loathsome feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. Seeing them kiss made him uneasy for some reason. Was it because she was cheating on Tom? That couldn't be it. Daisy had cheated on him before with their pool keeper. He remembered that day clearly. He had searched for his cousin to wish her a Happy Honeymoon after the wedding reception only to find her driving the pool boy's gear stick in the comfort of hers and Tom's soon-to-be shared bed. Though he wasn't a big fan of lies, he couldn't bring himself to expose his cousin.

She had sobbed and cried hysterically, begging him to keep her secret. "Oh Nick, a human's skin is thin! That's our weakness and in the end I'm only human. I'm weak. I was tempted by the Devil himself! I didn't mean to... You understand, don't you?" Of course he gave in to her pleads. After all he was human and she had so perfectly cataloged him as weak.

That wasn't it. He was use to her affairs. Was it because Gatsby was the one filling her lover's shoes? Gatsby didn't seem like the accomplice type for such situations. This had certainly taken him by surprise. Gatsby was calm and collected. From all he knew about Jay Gatsby, he could expect this from anyone but him. Nick had always felt privileged to be so close to Gatsby. You could even say he felt special. No one else knew "The Great Gatsby" like he did but then again, just how well did he know him? Not enough to know his past. That uneasy feeling hit him with more force the more he thought about it.

While his thoughts wandered, so did his eyes. He was shoved back into reality when he realized Gatsby's eyes were staring back at him throughout the kiss. His cheeks were instantly invaded with a bright ruby blush. With a hammering heart assailing his chest and hearing, he quickly averted his gaze to the ground. 'Why was he staring at me? Or...' he took a quick glance at them again. Finding Gatsby's eyes closed he started questioning his eyesight. 'Did I just imagine it?'

Daisy pulled away with a soft pop of the lips. "Have fun!" she quickly ran inside like a mouse fleeing for its life, leaving a heavy tension hanging around the two.

A moment was spent in deafening silence before Gatsby pierced it. He cleared his throat and turned to Nick. "Shall we go?"

Nick couldn't bring himself to look at him. He merely nodded and started walking to the car followed by an eager male. He instantly felt insecure at the thought of Gatsby watching him from behind.

He had all the right. Said man was watching the sway of his hips with adrenaline coursing through his veins. It was getting harder to control the urge to take Nick right then and there but he would have to suppress it if he didn't want to hurt him. Oh well, being near him would have to do.

The first few minutes into the drive were spent in silence. Nick distracted himself by looking at his surroundings while Gatsby fixed his eyes on the road. Not one of them made an attempt to communicate to the other.

Nick had hoped the ride home would be soundless. He didn't want to talk about what he had seen. It wasn't like he was going to tell Tom. He definitely didn't want to ask Gatsby about all the stares he was giving him because it was embarrassing and it might have all been his imagination playing tricks on him. The silence was cast away when he was forced to ask the driver a quick question. "Um... Gatsby, weren't you suppose to make a right turn?"

He smiled. Finally he was able to get a response out of him. "Don't worry old sport. We'll be home soon."

He grew nervous the farther away they drove.

Finally Gatsby pulled over on the empty road side. There wasn't anyone else for miles. They were surrounded by fields of grass and trees under a starry sky. He sighed. "Did you enjoy the party?"

"Y-yes." He was dreading this moment. "Why are we parked?"

He sighed again. "We need to talk. I apologize for what you saw old sport."

A deep blush advanced across his cheeks, stretching all the way over his ears. "There's no need to apologize to me. You're a grown man and you can make your own decisions. There's really nothing to talk about."

'Incredibly cute...' his mouth watered just by looking at him. Impulsively, his hand reached out to guide Nick's face closer to his own, turning it slowly.

He was paralyzed as a pair of puckered lips were pushed up against his. He didn't know how to react as he felt them moving and massaging his still ones.

Gatsby was in heaven. Nick's lips were so soft and delicate. He had finally gotten to taste them and they were sweeter than honey. A burning sensation ran through his body as his longing pushed him to take the next step and make Nick his but he stopped himself. He pulled away with an irrepressible smile that was crushed away by the blank stare he was getting from Nick. A pang of guilt and remorse hit him. He instantly regretted kissing him. "I'm sorry old sport. I shouldn't have..."

Nick turned away. "Take me home."

He acceded and started driving back in the direction of their homes. Things were as quiet and as awkward as before. Gatsby pulled up to Nick's house. They sat in silence for a few minutes, both thinking of what to say and wondering if they should even speak at all. Neither one looked at the other. Gatsby figured he should apologize more and tell him to forget about what happened. He cleared his throat and opened his mouth to express his pleads for forgiveness but was immediately interrupted.

"Goodnight." He left without another word.

He sighed and started driving off. He was sure he had ruined their relationship for good. There was no way Nick would forgive him. What if he hated him now? He wouldn't be able to live with himself. Him and his stupid lusting impulses had driven him away. He was going to have to work hard to regain their friendship. The emotionless look he had gotten was sure to control his wants to lay his hands on him. Knowing that Nick hadn't felt anything with his passionately given kiss made him slightly impotent and it would only be cured with Nick. That wouldn't happen. Not unless he was drugged or drunk but that wasn't going to happen either. At least he wouldn't ruin their relationship any further.

Nick glanced at the moving vehicle and the man in it. His heart pounded furiously against his rib cage as he remembered the warmth and softness of Gatsby's lips. He could still feel their pressure on his. He slipped into his house and collapsed on his bed. Gatsby kissed him. He kissed him! Why? Did Gatsby feel anything for him? That would be impossible. They're both men! Besides, hadn't he been entwined in intimacy with his cousin? They had lip-locked right in front of him. So then why had he kissed him? "Ugh." All this confusion was giving him a headache. He gave up and set the matter aside. Rubbing his temple, he slipped his eyes shut and drifted off to sleep.

"Ahn!"

"Do you like it when I pound into you Nick?"

"Yeah. More!"

"Shit!" Nick woke up drenched in cold sweat, panting for air. He sat up and ran a hand through his hair, pulling back the strands that stuck to his face with perspiration. He swallowed despite his throat being dry. His dream had felt so real! His face flushed as he remembered every detail of it. Gatsby had run his tongue over the length of his shuddering body as he fondled his manhood and pounded into his ass. It was starting to sound more like a nightmare. He looked at the clock. "Two fifty-eight a.m." Realizing his pants were tighter than usual, he looked down already knowing what he was going to find. He was hard. He sighed and plopped back down trying to calm himself. This was going to be a long morning.

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