He rolled Nyx back and pressed him into the bed as he tasted his tongue one
more time before mapping his neck, shoulders, and chest with kisses. Willy
adored him, worshipped him...
"You don't know what I get up to," Nyx insisted, squirming just a little
beneath the other man and letting out a little gasp of pleasure. "I might
be living like a monk now."
"You have no idea what I want," Nyx insisted, reaching for his cigarettes
and shaking one out of the pack.
He was desperate for a hit though, or just... Something. For a moment he
thought about calling Hex and going out, but... What would he even say? 'I
can't get stoned, but fucking around with you is nearly as intoxicating?'
Right, because that wasn't weird at all.
"I can hook you up tomorrow if you're ready to crash and burn," he offered.
"You've been down that road bfore, but, hey...you're a fucking grown up. At
least I know a clean source."
"Fuck you," Nyx said quietly. "I'm doing my best, I'm staying off the hard
shit."
Lighting up, he got to his feet and walked to the window. "I met someone
recently. He was so intense in the bedroom. Soft everywhere else, sweet in
all the best ways, but in bed... It was like I could stop thinking for a
while."
Nyx couldn't bring himself to do it though. It felt wrong, like he'd just
be using Hex if he called him now. He didn't want that, he liked Hex. He
wanted their relationship to be more than hookups.
Stubbing out his half smoked cigarette, he made his way over to Willy and
dragged him down into a hungry kiss.
Willy pulled him close and licked the nicotine from the back of Nyx's teeth.
"I can be your fix tonight," he promised softly, before grabbing Nyx and
throwing him to the bed, face down.
Willy moved quickly, dragging him to the edge and spreading him wide.
Before Nyx could fight, Willy had his hair back and his tongue buried
inside him, a hand on each cheek.
The sound of Willy spitting forcibly onto his fingers to slick them more
came from behind, then another filled him. Willy reached up and covered
Nyx's throat with his palm and fingers.
"This would be hotter over the back of a bus seat," he taunted roughly.
"You would. For me, you'd beg for it," he rasped, low and dark, as his
fingers slid slowly down Nyx's back, then around to stroke him in time with
his fingers. "Star or not..."
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"You're not wrong," he chuckled, bending his neck to nip at Nyx in retalliation.
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Nyx pretended to pout at the bite, then curled up close again.
"You should fuck me," he whispered.
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"I think you get fucked enough," he replied.
He rolled Nyx back and pressed him into the bed as he tasted his tongue one more time before mapping his neck, shoulders, and chest with kisses. Willy adored him, worshipped him...
And made him wait.
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"You don't know what I get up to," Nyx insisted, squirming just a little beneath the other man and letting out a little gasp of pleasure. "I might be living like a monk now."
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Willy had reached his heart by then and simply answered, "Liar," before continuing to move lower.
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"Hey," Nyx said, catching hold of him to stop him going lower. "If I'm such a whore, maybe you should sleep in your own bed."
It was a stupid thing to get defensive about, and part of him knew it, but it still hurt.
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Willy lifted himself up and rose to meet his eyes.
"Wow. Taking celibacy that seriously, huh? Alright," he said.
He moved off and laid on his side, head propped on his elbow.
"Are you in any space for this? Be honest," he said, and said in that way he knew had some sort of grip on Nyx.
To pretend he'd never noticed was stupid.
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"Maybe I just don't get turned on by people implying I'm a slut," Nyx replied.
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"I implied you weren't a monk. You are the one who leapt to whore," Willy pointed out as he sat up.
"You're dying for a hit, aren't you?" he asked bluntly. "You're fucking me instead of digging out your rig. Life is great, right?"
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"You have no idea what I want," Nyx insisted, reaching for his cigarettes and shaking one out of the pack.
He was desperate for a hit though, or just... Something. For a moment he thought about calling Hex and going out, but... What would he even say? 'I can't get stoned, but fucking around with you is nearly as intoxicating?' Right, because that wasn't weird at all.
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WIlly flopped onto his back.
"I can hook you up tomorrow if you're ready to crash and burn," he offered. "You've been down that road bfore, but, hey...you're a fucking grown up. At least I know a clean source."
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"Fuck you," Nyx said quietly. "I'm doing my best, I'm staying off the hard shit."
Lighting up, he got to his feet and walked to the window. "I met someone recently. He was so intense in the bedroom. Soft everywhere else, sweet in all the best ways, but in bed... It was like I could stop thinking for a while."
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Willy smiled slowly.
"You met a dom?" he asked. "Yeah...yeah, I can see how you might like that. You, uh, wanna call him? I don't mind being back up dick. Honestly."
He clearly didn't. The lanky musician seemed pleased to hear Nyx's confession.
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"I barely know him," Nyx said, "And you're not a back up. No one is a backup."
And he meant that. Everyone Nyx connected with meant something to him, they were all important.
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"How many more excuses do I have to hear before you call him, dove?" Willy asked with a heavy sigh.
"If you call him now, I could edge you til he gets here," he smirked.
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Nyx couldn't bring himself to do it though. It felt wrong, like he'd just be using Hex if he called him now. He didn't want that, he liked Hex. He wanted their relationship to be more than hookups.
Stubbing out his half smoked cigarette, he made his way over to Willy and dragged him down into a hungry kiss.
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Willy pulled him close and licked the nicotine from the back of Nyx's teeth.
"I can be your fix tonight," he promised softly, before grabbing Nyx and throwing him to the bed, face down.
Willy moved quickly, dragging him to the edge and spreading him wide. Before Nyx could fight, Willy had his hair back and his tongue buried inside him, a hand on each cheek.
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"Shit," Nyx gasped, everything happening so fast he didn't have time to think about it.
His toes curled and he gripped the covers tightly, back arching as Willy tasted him.
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Willy held him tight, merciless in his assault. He licked him wet, licked him open, then slipped his fingers in.
"Yes?" he demanded.
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"Yes," Nyx gasped, though honestly he wasn't even sure what the question was. Yes was definitely the answer though.
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The sound of Willy spitting forcibly onto his fingers to slick them more came from behind, then another filled him. Willy reached up and covered Nyx's throat with his palm and fingers.
"This would be hotter over the back of a bus seat," he taunted roughly.
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Nyx moaned loudly, tilting his head back.
"I'm a star now, I don't fuck on tour buses," Nyx assured him with a little grin.
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"You would. For me, you'd beg for it," he rasped, low and dark, as his fingers slid slowly down Nyx's back, then around to stroke him in time with his fingers. "Star or not..."
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"Fuck," Nyx swore softly, thrusting into Willy's palm. "I am a star though, you have to admit it," he grinned.
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"You're a star," Willy purred, then kissed his back.
His fingers slipped free, only for Willy to spit, slick his cock, and slowly fill him.
"Rockstar. Movie star," he continued, holding Nyx's hips.
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