Let Freedom Ring ~ Day 5

***THIS STORY CONTAINS SEXUALLY EXPICIT MATERIAL***

Wednesday – 4 July 2012

Nick woke on his back with Deuce’s head and shoulders resting across his torso. D was lying somewhere between kitty corner and horizontal taking up most of the bed. Nick lifted his head slightly to look down, and smiled at the sight of the dark head resting there. He turned his head to the left and his grin grew as he caught sight of Winchester curled into a comfortable ball and sleeping on D’s pillow. Nick didn’t want to wake either of them just yet; he was content to just enjoy the feeling of being home with his little family. Because that’s how he felt now, like this was where, and with whom, he belonged. That this was his life, the one he was meant to be living. It was only slightly surprising to him how comfortable he’d become at Deuce’s place already, but it was kind of like when he first went to check out the 580. He’d stepped on board and as soon as he’d entered the salon he could just see himself living there. It felt…right. Like now, being here in this penthouse, in this room, in this bed with this man he was head over heels in love with; even the little orange fur ball snoring beside him. This was home. This was where he belonged.

He’d miss his nieces and nephews, his Gran, Johnny and the guys he grew up with, but he had a feeling once he came out his large group of friends would greatly diminish. He also knew his father and brother would turn their backs on him. His brother would probably keep his kids from seeing Nick too. Dar would probably side with the men in the family since she and Nick had a volatile relationship stemming from the time he beat the shit out of her husband. Of course he did it because Jimmy had beaten the shit out of her but she didn’t put it in that perspective. Anna would be like his mom, not turn away but not necessarily supportive either. Like, glad you’re happy but I don’t really want any details sort of thing. Sissy would be cool. She was the youngest with the broadest mind, living in Manhattan and pursuing her dream of being on Broadway. Still, he would no longer be a part of the O’Flaherty holidays. His Gran though, he was used to seeing her at least once a week, and she was supportive. She even wanted to meet D. He’d miss her. And Johnny, well he’d have to hook it up so they looked out for each other. Nick had to follow his heart, and his heart was here in Philadelphia.

Deuce stirred a few minutes later and turned his head to face Nick, laying it back down with a sigh. “You’re comfy but too hard, I’m going to have a stiff neck.”

Nick chuckled and smoothed D’s hair back from his face, “No one told you to use me as your personal pillow.”

“Too tempting,” Deuce stroked his fingers over Nick’s chest, brushing them over his nipple. Nick’s morning wood, which had started to slumber the longer he was awake, stirred at the attention.  “Besides, my pillow got confiscated.”

“I’ve noticed.” Nick smiled. “Speaking of hard…”

D smiled back. “Jesus Nicky, you’re insatiable.”

“Your fault for being so fucking irresistible.” Nick arched a brow, “Why, are you complaining?”

“Not in the least bit,” Deuce smirked with a twinkle in his eye as he shifted some to bring his mouth to Nick’s nipple and kissed it. Nick hummed as D took it into his mouth and suckled gently. Nick stretched into D’s body, trailing his hand down the smooth skin of his back. Deuce made his way up Nick’s chest and neck with open mouth kisses and mumbled against his skin, “You taste the best in the morning.”

“Do I?” Nick smiled in amusement.

“Mmmhmm.” Deuce stopped at Nick’s ear and whispered in a teasing tone, “Turn over, it’s my turn to tap that ass.”

Nick let out a burst of laughter as Deuce rolled off of him to retrieve the lube from the nightstand, “Are we keeping tabs now?”

“No, I like it both ways,” D shook his head and Nick watched as he slicked up that long, beautiful cock, “But I’m sore as hell! Not complaining. Just a fact.”

“Thought I kissed it and made it better last night.” Nick smiled.

“That did feel…wow.” Deuce grinned at the memory and did a rolling motion in the air with his index finger, indicating for Nick to roll over, “but it still needs a little break.”

“Not a problem,” Nick obeyed and began to turn onto his stomach, “I like it both ways too.”

“Stop,” D said from behind him when Nick was on his side, “Not all the way.”

Nick settled onto his right side and felt the bed jostle before D’s warm body was pressed against his back. Deuce wrapped an arm around him and began to stroke Nick’s cock as he kissed his neck.

“Mmm…” Nick pressed his ass back against Deuce’s erection and said over his shoulder. “Thank God your libido is as ravenous as mine.”

“One of the many perks of dating a guy.” Nick could feel D’s smile against his skin as he spoke, “Sports. Video games…”

“Movies…” Nick added, referencing their conversation from the other night as he pushed back against Deuce, rubbing against him for optimal sensation and contact.

“That’s pretty universal.” D teased, then kissed Nick’s neck, “But this constant sex…even a headache won’t stop us.”

“My arm could be hanging off and I wouldn’t say no to you,” Nick answered and bit his lip as his body broke out into gooseflesh when Deuce nuzzled and licked the spot behind Nick’s ear that drove him crazy.

D moved his hand from Nick’s cock to trail it down Nick’s thigh, “Bend up…”

Nick complied, pulling his top leg up towards his chest. D smoothed a hand over Nick’s ass cheek then traced a path with his fingers over Nick’s balls and the sensitive skin behind them before probing his entrance. He pushed a finger in, then two; quickly but expertly opening Nick until his body was pliable and begging for more.  When Deuce finally breached Nick’s body with his cock Nick pushed back at the same time until he was buried all the way in.

“Fuck,” Nick uttered as he shivered. He loved that feeling of being stretched, slightly painful but so damn pleasurable. Deuce began to undulate in a slow, tantalizing way as he continued to give Nick’s neck attention with his mouth. A tremble passed through Nick’s body again at the incredible sensation. Deacon knew how to fuck, and God damn he fucked well, hitting all if Nick’s spots inside and out. Jesus, he played Nick’s body like an expert Cellist who’d known the instrument his entire life.

“You feel so good…” D uttered.

“Mmm,” Nick turned his head for a kiss and D lifted his head to accommodate, licking Nick’s lower lip before pressing their mouths together. Nick reached down and began to stroke himself with the same deliciously slow pace that Deuce set with his thrusts. They continued that way for a time, leisurely moving together while occasionally exchanging kisses and letting the pleasure build and hang there where they rode the seemingly endless wave, until Nick couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fuck me harder…” He panted.

Deuce didn’t answer or pick up the pace; he just moved his hand down Nick’s now sweaty thigh and gripped the back of his knee, rolling Nick towards him. Nick hooked that leg over the top of D’s outer thigh causing his cock to go deeper, “Ooohhh fuuuuck….” Nick ground out, and Deuce’s hand traveled over Nick’s front, his abs, chest, pinching a nipple as he thrust up into him.

“Oh God.” Nick threw his head back and D gave his cheek an open mouthed kiss, “Feels so fucking good.”

“Gonna come for me?” Deuce breathed in his ear as he began to stroke Nick’s cock.

“Yeah…almost there.” Nick was right on the edge, his body tingling at the height of desire. “Holy shit, Deacon…so good…So… Fucking… Good.”

“Come on, baby, let it go… I can’t hold back much longer.” Deuce picked up his strokes, pushing up as far as he could into Nick and began to roll his hips so his cock rubbed over Nick’s prostate continually.

“Oh fuck…oh yeah,” And finally Nick peaked, his body going rigid and then shuttering violently as he came hard.

“Yeah…,” D drawled out, then sucked in air threw his teeth as he rubbed Nick’s cock. “That’s it…So fucking hot.”

Nick rocked back into D, encouraging him to keep fucking him as he moaned loudly, the climax shuttering through him.  Deuce groaned and pumped hard and fast a few more minutes before he came too. He let go of Nick’s cock to grip his hip and pump his orgasm out. Finally he stilled, and they both collapsed to catch their breath, Nick still mostly on top of Deuce, D still inside, as they gasped for air.

“How does it keep getting better?” Deuce asked after a moment, his hand coming around to fondle Nick’s spent cock.

“Dunno.” Nick answered, “But it fucking does.” It was probably because they were so in love, Nick thought but was able to suppress the saccharine sentiment this time. The more in love Nick fell, the more intense the physical attraction became and he was sure that must have something to do with it. Regardless, the sex was fucking amazing and D was right, somehow it just kept improving. 

*

After their showers Deuce suggested they head over to the Party on the Parkway festival. There'd be food and retailers, a concert after with some big names followed by a large fireworks display. D had Nick at food, so he agreed that it sounded like a good time and they walked down to Ben Franklin Parkway where the festivities were to be held.

They wandered from stand to stand, eating and looking at the crafts and different things that were to offer. When they eventually entered a white tent that was full of paintings done by local artists, Nick was drawn almost immediately to a large painting of the Ben Franklin Bridge. It was a nighttime scape, the sky a deep indigo, the trees almost black, light barely glinting off the peeks of the choppy Delaware. The bridge was made up of tiny electric blue lights, just like the real bridge. The cars in the process of crossing it were a blur of mostly reds and whites with a few other colors blended in; almost like it was a photograph taken with an open shutter. It was stunning, no doubt, but the main reason Nick was attracted to it was because it resembled the view from D’s Penthouse at night. That damn sappy side that seemed to be making an appearance more and more since he’d been with Deuce spoke up once again and he wanted it for the boat. He kind of liked the idea of hanging it in his cabin and having the same view as Deacon when they were apart. Yup, sappy as hell.

Deuce came over to stand next to him, sucking on the straw of the large fresh squeezed lemonade they were sharing. “Nice.”

“Yeah, I like,” Nick smiled. “Would look good in my cabin, on that wall next to the door that’s kind of empty? Been wanting to hang something there forever but never found anything I liked enough to want to look at every night and morning.”

“That would look good there,” Deuce nodded and gave Nick a knowing smile. God damn him, Nick could tell by the look on D’s face that he could read Nick’s mushy thoughts.

“Stop that.” Nick narrowed his eyes at him.

“What?” Deuce tilted his head to the side, “It would.”

Nick gave him a mock glare, trying to gauge whether he was teasing. When D just raised his brows while taking another sip of the lemonade with an innocent look, Nick turned his attention back to the painting. “Perfect size too, I think.”

“Yeah, looks about right,” Deuce agreed as he studied it too.

“And the colors are pretty cool,” Nick stuck his hand to the side, silently asking for the cup.  “Subtle but…still powerful in away.”

“Yeah, yeah I see what you’re saying,” D agreed as he passed the drink to Nick, “All the shades of blues, then the colors of the cars and their lights…”

“Right,” Nick nodded then took a sip of the sugary beverage.

“Also,” Deuce turned to face him, “we’d have the same view from our beds.” D smirked and held out his hand for the lemonade.

“Fuck you, Grady.” Nick laughed and made a show of keeping the cup as he turned away to continue browsing.

“What? I’m just saying.” D chuckled and followed, “Why don’t you get it?”

“I was thinking about it, but it would be a pain to carry around the rest of the day and it’s out of the way to hit before we leave.” Nick shrugged. “I’d rather measure to be sure anyway.”

A short brunette woman approached them, “Can I help you gentleman with anything?”

“No, thank you, we’re good,” Nick smiled.

She nodded and handed them both a flier, “Well, we have a lot more work from local artists, so if there isn’t anything you like here, come by the gallery and take a look around.”

“Ok, thanks,” Deuce smiled as he looked at the bright yellow paper. Nick slid his into the ever growing bag of gifts and souvenirs he was carrying and leisurely made his way out of the tent to check out the next vendor.

It was mostly beaded jewelry, Nick turned to say something to Deuce and was surprised when he wasn’t there. He figured something else must have caught his eye and looked down at the table, picking up a pair of turquoise earrings and debating whether it was something Gran would wear. He set them down, deciding they weren’t really her thing and was just leaving the stand when D was exiting the art tent.

“Got sucked into making a donation,” D laughed with a shrug as he pocketed his wallet.

“Glad I left when I did, then.” Nick teased, “I would have gotten suckered right in.”

“I gave enough for both of us.” Deuce reached for the cup again and this time Nick handed it over.

“That was very coupley of you,” Nick teased.

“Well, we are, right?” D gave him a playful look as he sucked on the straw.

Nick nodded with a wink. “Come on Booboo.”  Nick said, holding out his hand, “Nothing interesting in there and I saw a sign for fried Oreos.”

“Booboo?” Deuce laughed as he took the offered hand and laced their fingers together, “What, does that make you Yogi?”

“Oh yeah, baby,” Nick winked, “I’ll take care of your fire.”

“That’s Smokey the Bear goofball!” Deuce laughed, “Yogi’s the one that steels picnic baskets...” D screwed his lips to the side, “Actually, with your appetite that makes perfect sense.” Deacon smiled as they started to walk “Are you serious about the fried Oreos?”

“Yeah,” Nick nodded, slowing down to take a peek at some crafty things Sissy might like, “You never heard of them?”

“Oh, I’ve heard of them. Never had one, though. It just seems like overkill,” Deuce answered as they started walking again, “and we just ate sausage sandwiches.”

“I always need a sweet after I eat,” Nick steered them towards the booth that was advertising the treat, “And baby, you don’t know what you’re missing. These are fan-fucking-tastic. You have to try one.”

Deuce sighed with a smile, he'd give into Nick, he always did.

*

After sharing fried Oreos, fresh cut potato ships, and a cheese steak  for Nick, they listened to the concert for a bit then decided to head back to the penthouse to have a private viewing of the fireworks from D's terrace. They stopped at the liquor store on the way and when they entered the condo Deacon went right to the kitchen to put their bottle of champagne he insisted on buying on ice.

“Go into the bedroom and strip.” He ordered Nick, “Put the robe that’s hanging on the back of the bathroom door on than come back.”

“Bossy and I haven’t even gotten laid,” Nick laughed.

“Shut up and just do what I said,” D smirked as he pulled down an ice bucket from the top shelf of the cabinet, “And you got laid this morning. Did you forget already?”

“Hell no I didn’t forget, too fucking good” Nick winked, and started down the hall towards the bedroom, “But you only have a window where your bossiness can count as post coital.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Deuce teased over the clattering sound of the bucket being filled with ice. “Just hurry your hot ass up.”

Nick sashayed the rest of the way and he heard D laugh behind him. He stripped his clothes off as soon as he entered the bedroom, carefully rolling them and systematically packed them into his duffle. He’d be leaving early tomorrow, unfortunately, so his bags might as well be ready. He made sure the rest of his things were in order, leaving room for his toiletry kit, and pulled out the last clean outfit he had, laying it on top. He went into the bathroom to relieve himself and brush his teeth, then fingered the navy blue robe hanging on the back of the door that Deuce had told him to put on. It was thick and soft, and as Nick slipped into it he got a waft of D’s clean scent and inhaled with a smile. That aroma had replaced Gran’s fresh baked butter sugar cookies as Nick’s favorite scent.

When he came back into the kitchen Deuce was coming back in from the terrace. “What the hell took you so long?” He asked with a raised brow, “Do I need to check if my good watch is gone?”

“Watch is still there,” Nick informed him, then ran his fingers down the lapel of the robe, “Tomorrow this may not be.”

“This isn’t a hotel,” Deuce snorted, “You don’t get to steal the towels and robe. I’ll buy you your own and keep it here for next time.”

Nick’s insides got all tingly at the next time comment. He liked that he’d have something that belonged to him waiting here, even if it was only one robe, “Does it come in black?” He asked, trying to downplay his delight, “Blue isn’t really my color.”

Deuce shook his head with a smirk as he came over and gave Nick a quick kiss, “I’ll see what I can do.” He gave Nick’s ass a slap as he headed down the hall, “Go on out to the hot tub, I’ll be there in a minute.”

Nick watched him walk away until he disappeared into the bedroom then turned to do as instructed. When he emerged onto the terrace he walked over to the sauna and took a quick look around before disrobing and easing in. It was private up here on the top floor, no nosy neighbors to peek down from above or peer around the corner from next door. Deuce had set the bucket of ice containing the champagne and two long stemmed glasses on one of the broad edges built around of the tub. Nick smiled as he slipped into the contours of a built in seat. He sank down and rested the back of his head against the ledge, enjoying the slightly painful massage of the jets pounding against his sore ribs.

He opened his eyes and looked up at the clear night sky, the stars dull pinpricks of light against the bright city dome. He could just make out the music from the concert wrapping up a few miles away, smiling when he recognized the song. Someone was doing a cover of the old Elton John classic Philadelphia Freedom, how appropriate on so many levels right now. A smile crossed Nick’s face, his eyes tracking a plane leaving Philadelphia International heading for who knows where when he heard the swish of the terrace doors slide open and closed announcing his man’s arrival.

“Haven’t fallen asleep on me, have you?” Deuce asked, and Nick turned his head to the side to look at him.

“No way. Just enjoying the water jet action.” Nick watched as D removed the large white towel he had wrapped around his waist, tossing it over the robe Nick had draped over the back of a nearby wooden chair.  Naked Deacon? Best view Nick had ever laid eyes on, and he’d pretty much traveled the world.

“Hope you’re not enjoying it too much.” D smiled at him as he stepped over the edge of the hot tub and sank down next to Nick. “You’ve spoiled me, I’ve only had sex once today and I intend to have my way with you at least once more before I go to sleep.”

“Won’t be a problem,” Nick pushed up some to face D and Deuce kissed him. “These jets don’t have anything on you, baby.” he smiled.

“Damn right they don’t” Deuce gave him a cocky grin back before giving him one more quick kiss “Fireworks should be starting soon, sounds like the concert is wrapping up.” He reached behind them and pulled the bottle out of the bucket. “Let’s pop the cork.”

“Seems to be a theme for us,” Nick snorted, “Something else got popped the last time we were together.”

“That is completely inappropriate,” Deuce teased, the twisted of his lips not matching his reprimanding words.

“Inappropriate but true,” Nick shrugged and wiggled his eyebrows, “Wander what we can get up to in Cali in a few weeks.”

“Lord only knows, it’s California.” Deuce started to untwist the wire holding the cork into the green bottle, “I draw the line at latex body suits, though. That shit freaked me out on American Horror Story.”

“So anal beads and toys aren’t out of the question?” Nick asked curiously. He knew Deuce liked the idea of being restrained, but how far did his kink go? D didn’t answer, just licked his lips with a seductive smile and Nick knew what that look meant, causing him to sport an instant chubby. Nick wasn’t even sure where his own limits were, or if he even had any, but he was looking forward to experimenting with Deacon and finding out.

They both squinted as the wires finally became free and the cork released with a loud pop, flying across the terrace to land on a lounge chair.

“Nice,” Nick nodded as some foam spilled over the side of the bottle chilling the surface of the hot water. He quickly handed D a glass to pour the contents into.

After they both had a full glass, and D put the bottle back on ice, he turned sideways to face Nick and held out his glass. “I feel like this is a good time to toast.”

“Okay,” Nick brought the tip of his glass close to Deuce’s, “What are we toasting? America?” he joked.

“That too, I guess,” Deuce snorted, “But I meant us. We’ve come a long way in a short amount of time. It was sort of a scary road, but I’m glad I traveled it with you, Nicky. Whatever happened or happens, it’s all worth it as long as we’re together.”

“As long as we’re together,” Nick smiled feeling all warm and tingly at D’s words. He didn’t realize love could feel like this. He thought being this insanely happy and content was reserved for movies and romance novels only. “To us.”

“To us.”  Deuce smiled and tapped their glasses together before they both took a sip. Nick didn’t usually care for champagne, but this didn’t taste too bad. He smiled as he lowered his glass, “You do realize we’ve crossed over into some chick flick shit right here, yeah?”

Deuce laughed, switching his glass to the other hand and scooted closer as the fireworks began. “Romance was made for men too; they just don’t like to admit it.” Nick brought his arm out of the water and draped it across the back of D’s shoulders so he could get closer. “I mean you’re more romantic and mushy than any woman I've ever dated.” Deuce smiled before placing a kiss on Nick’s chin then settling against him, resting his head back on Nick’s arm.

“I’m not sure if that’s a compliment,” Nick admitted. He’d never been called either of those things before, and he wasn’t trying to be them either, he just was acting on instinct with Deuce and he guessed his love for the man caused the personality change.

“It is.” D answered, and Nick could hear the smile in his voice, “I was never one for those kinds of things before. I mean I would do romantic gestures for my girlfriends, but it was more for their benefit, ya know? But with you…I don’t know. I like it. Plus, it’s adorable!”

Nick smiled. If anyone else had called him adorable he’d take it as an insult, but when it came from D he knew he meant it in the most endearing way possible, and Nick appreciated it. He was so happy and the thought of moving to Philly felt so utterly right. It was a good time for a change, a fresh start. Not forgetting where you've been, or what you've gone through, but for letting that shit go. Let the past be the past and moving forward. God, it was like a weight that Nick hadn't even realized he’d been carrying was lifted. He felt so damn light. So free.

 If he could suspend the perfect moment in time, it would be here. Now. July fourth, relaxing with Deacon in the hot tub and sipping champagne while waiting for the fireworks to start. They we so happy, so completely in love and Nick felt like he had the world by the balls. 

They relaxed and enjoyed the fireworks display, sipping on their champagne, but a wet, naked Deuce sitting so close was a bit distracting for Nick. He bent his elbow, letting his forearm drop over D’s shoulder, and started to trail his fingers over the damp skin of his chest. When they brushed against a nipple, he kept that position, playing and teasing the bud, until it was rock hard and he rolled it between his thumb and index finger, giving it a pinch.

“Fuck, Nicky,” Deuce uttered as he slipped his hand over Nick’s lap to stroke his hard cock. Nick bit his bottom lip at the sensation. “We’re supposed to be watching the fireworks.”

“We can still watch the fireworks,” Nick lifted his hips slightly into the attentive hand. He twisted to set his glass down before turning back and crossing his arm over D’s to use his now free hand to return the favor. “Can make some of our own fireworks in the process."

Deuce laughed and draped his leg over Nick’s knee, allowing him better access, “Was that one of your cheesy pick up lines.”

“No,” Nick murmured against the skin of D’s neck before kissing then sucking it.  He licked up D’s throat to his ear and nibbled the lobe causing Deuce to shiver. “Never needed pick up lines.”

“Mmm…I bet…” D’s words trailed off as he closed his eyes, the next wise ass comment lost to the physical response that Nick was providing.

Nick tracked his lips over Deuce's jaw then brought their mouths together. He closed his eyes as he always did when he kissed D, the connection so powerful he became entranced by it.

Deuce slowly twisted until he brought his other leg around and maneuvered to straddle Nick’s lap as they continued to stroke each other. He brought their cocks together, gently dislodging Nick’s hand and gripping them both to jack them together. Nick wrapped his arms around him, running his hands up and down D’s back and squeezing his ass as he arched up into Deuce’s hand. They kissed as D stroked and Nick’s hands explored, their pelvises gyrating in rhythm.

Nick pulled their mouths apart and licked the water from D’s skin as he made his way down his chest. Deuce tossed his head back causing his chest to push forward just as Nick took one of his already hard nipples into his mouth. He sucked it, than flicked his tongue over the pebbled flesh before biting it tenderly. D let out a little moan and began to rock his hips faster.

“Stand up,” Nick panted, his hands traveling Deuce’s abs and flanks, finally resting on his hips. D brought his head back down and looked at Nick through his lashes, his hazel eyes glazed over. “Come on.” Nick licked his lips, “I want to suck you.”

D’s eyes got even darker as he rose up on his knees. Nick slid down until he was level with Deacon’s cock and licked the tip. He opened his mouth and took that gorgeous dick into his mouth, still gripping D’s hips he pulled him forward and pushing down as far as he could go. He was getting faster at relaxing his throat, and thankful that he never had much of a gag reflex as he kept going until the head hit the back of his throat and he swallowed. Deuce moaned and let out a pleased hiss as Nick sucked hard when he pulled back.

“Fuck my face, baby,” Nick said as he looked up at him, “I can take it.”

“Jesus…” Deuce breathed, and trailed his thumb over Nick’s bottom lip before resting his cock there. Nick kissed then licked the tip again, flicking his tongue over the slit before opening wide and letting it slip into his mouth. D began to move his hips slowly, his cock sliding in and out of Nick’s mouth going deeper on each thrust. Nick closed his eyes, relaxing his grasp on Deuce’s hips so he could set his own pace, and just enjoyed the feeling of the heaviness against his tongue, the stretch of his lips and throat around the girth. As D began to pick up the pace, his moans growing as his fingers laced into Nick’s hair, Nick let go of D with one hand to slither it down and around his own erection and jerk himself off.

The sounds of Deuce’s pleasure reached a fever pitch as he let loose, pistoning his hips rapidly to truly fuck Nick’s mouth as he had requested, his fingers locking in Nick’s tresses.

“I’m gonna come,” He groaned, and Nick moaned around the cock in his mouth, letting him know he wanted him to. After a few more pumps, Nick felt D’s dick pulsate against his tongue as the warm salty fluid filled his throat and he swallowed. Deuce keened erotically as he continued to move, his thrusts becoming erratic as Nick sucked and swallowed all that he had to offer. D’s hips slowed and finally stilled, his hands releasing their death grip before he slowly pulled back. Nick licked his swollen lips and looked up at Deuce, his throat felt raw and abused but he liked it. D shook his head slightly at him, as if in awe, than clumsily turned to sit on the ledge.

“Stand up,” He uttered to Nick, “Let me see you.”

Nick stood to face Deuce and as D spread his legs, Nick maneuvered between them. He bent up one leg to rest his foot on the seat he’d just been sitting in. He began to stroke himself as Deuce watched, bringing his free hand to D’s face to trace his full lips with the pads of his fingers. Deuce took Nick’s index finger into his mouth and sucked on to. Nick glided it in and out over D’s warm, wet tongue at the same pace he was stroking his cock. Deuce peered at him through his lashes as he twirled his tongue around Nick’s finger then flicked it over the tip.

“Fuck,” Nick licked his lips and imagined what it would feel like if it had been his cock, instead of his finger, that D was teasing. He fisted his cock faster at the image. Deuce bit his finger playfully then released it to look at what Nick’s other hand was doing.

“God, that’s so fucking hot,” He said, and reached forward to caress Nick’s balls.

“You like that?” Nick pumped harder as his pleasure increased “Like watching me work my cock?”

“Fuck yeah,” Deuce bit his bottom lip and dragged his short nails down the muscles of Nick’s abs, “You’re so hot…love your cock.”

Nick smiled a little, loving D’s words, before the tingling began as his pleasure peeked and he let out a loud moan.

“Come on me, Nicky.” Deuce said, stretching back some to present the vast area of chest to softened cock for Nick to choose from. Nick leaned forward as his orgasm hit, aiming at the sculpted chest and tight abs.

“Fuck,” He whined, inclining until he could rest a hand on the ledge next to D’s hip as he milked every last drop onto his lover. He brought their mouths together for a long kiss as he released his over sensitive dick and pulled Deuce closer. D let out a satisfied hum as he wrapped his arms around Nick, running his hands over his wet back while the flashing lights and continuous booms blazed overhead signifying the grand finale. 

Nick's Songs of the Day

"Anything" ~ Janet Jackson

"Philadelphia Freedom" ~ Elton John

(for all you youngin's that never heard this song!)