Jeff’s lips on Nick’s skin steals all of his resolve. As long as Jeff keeps kissing him, there isn’t a thing Nick would say ‘no’ to…except…there’s something he wants…something he’s been dreaming about, he just can’t find a way to ask for it.

Jeff knows. He knows Nick is holding back, but a hundred and one kisses and nearly an hour of Jeff fondling Nick through his jeans still won’t get Nick to talk. That doesn't matter though because Jeff knows that the fun part is the coercion, and Jeff is more than willing to try.

“Nicky…” Jeff coos as he licks lightly over the shell of Nick’s ear with his tongue, “tell me…”

Nick doesn’t want to say no to Jeff, so he simply says, “I can’t.”

“Nicky…” Jeff sounds hurt when he pulls his boyfriend close, “you know you can ask me for anything.” Jeff pouts as he looks deep into Nick’s hazel eyes, and Nick can’t help a small giggle at the ridiculous look on his adorable boyfriend’s face.

“I know,” Nick says quietly before Jeff kisses him again, paving a trail of soft pecks down his neck, “it’s just hard to ask for this.”

Jeff bites his lip, considering Nick thoughtfully.

“You could always whisper it to me,” Jeff says softly into Nick’s ear. The low, seductively sweet tone of Jeff’s voice makes Nick melt.

Nick wants to say it, but his mouth won’t let him. He shakes his head, cheeks flushing pink as he imagines the words coming out of his mouth.

Jeff sighs, trying to think of another way.

“I think Wes has some vodka in his room,” Jeff suggests. “I could give you a little…just enough to make you relax…and then you could tell me…”

Nick can’t help the rush of blood that pools hot in his stomach, and then splits – half rising up to color his cheeks, half shooting straight to his cock, making him achingly hard. The idea of being tipsy around Jeff, letting go of his inhibitions, loosening up until he could confess all his deepest, darkest, and even kinky secrets to Jeff is incredibly tempting, but no. He has a huge calculus final in the morning and he needs to think straight.

Nick’s silence is Jeff’s answer, but it doesn’t matter, because his next idea is a better one.

“I’ve got it,” he says triumphantly, moving to straddle Nick’s hips and look down into his face. “How about we play ‘Yes or No’?”

Nick holds his breath.

‘Oh shit!’ he thinks, squirming internally.

“O-okay,” Nick stutters out, trying to push himself as far into the mattress as he can, praying it will read his mind and swallow him whole.

Jeff smiles brightly, sitting up high and clapping his hands together.

“Now let me think, Nicky…”

Jeff watches Nick’s face, the red streaks on his cheeks, the way his lips part when he’s nervous or excited, the way his eyes flick down to Jeff’s mouth and then dart quickly back to his eyes.

Jeff grins wider now. His beautiful Nicky…Jeff can read him like a book, and if he’s right, he loves where this story might be headed.

“Does it have to do with my mouth, Nicky?”

Jeff’s tone is seductive, sultry, a voice he saves only for Nick and no one else.

Nick swallows hard in response. He tries to shift his weight and move further down the bed before Jeff can feel his response, but little gets by Jeff in this position.

“Hmm,” Jeff hums appreciatively, “or maybe my tongue?”

Jeff licks his lips slowly, and then takes a moment to fiddle with the bar piercing in his tongue.

Nick shifts again, moaning softly.

Jeff nods.

“I think I may be right,” Jeff says, leaning down low over Nick’s body, licking gently over the seam of his lips.

“Am I right, Nicky?” Jeff asks.

Nick wants to pinch himself…make his mouth move. He manages a strangled sounding, “Yes.” It’s enough for Jeff. He moves down over Nick like a cat, retreating smoothly, brown eyes locked to Nick’s whiskey colored ones as they watch him, growing wide as saucers the farther Jeff travels.

“So I know what you want,” Jeff teases, “I just need to figure out where.”

Jeff pulls off Nick’s t-shirt, grabbing it and yanking it so quickly over his head that a shocked Nick has no time to complain. Jeff pulls off his own shirt, tossing it away. He leans over Nick’s body and licks small circles over Nick’s nipples.

“Here, Nicky?” Jeff asks between licks, feeling Nick arch his back to follow Jeff’s tongue.

Jeff looks into Nick’s eyes as he shakes his head.

“No?” Jeff takes his tongue further, licking a long stripe down Nick’s chest to the waist band of his pants. Jeff dips his tongue below the elastic of Nick’s boxers, feeling him quiver.

This time Nick drums up the strength to answer.

“No, Jeff,” Nick says, and even though his voice is soft and shuddery, Jeff feels his entire body stir.

“Okay…”

Jeff hooks his fingers into Nick’s underwear and pulls them down his legs to join his shirt on the floor, stripping his own off slowly beneath Nick’s hungry gaze. Jeff’s eyes travel down Nick’s naked body. He breathes in quickly, loving the look of his boyfriend’s beautiful cock, hard and waiting for him.

“Well, I know you don’t want it here…” He teases over the head of Nick’s length with small circles. Nick throws his head back and moans louder this time. “…because we already did that.”

Jeff hovers, still teasing, waiting, hoping that Nick will just summon the courage to tell him. The sound of Nick’s incredible tenor voice, broken, wanton, asking Jeff to eat him out would be like heaven to Jeff. So he waits, still licking, still teasing, still looking boldly into Nick’s eyes.

“Just ask me, Nicky,” Jeff says. “You know I’ll say yes.”

Nick hesitates. As horrified as he is to ask, he wants it…he wants it so badly. He licks his dry lips, Jeff’s mouth teasing his cock making it so wonderfully difficult to think.

Jeff doesn’t want Nick to suffer. With a sly smile he begins to move, but Nick stops him with a gentle hand grabbing a fist full of his blonde hair. Jeff looks confused.

“Jeff,” Nick says, his voice unintentionally smooth and shameless, “Jeff, could you eat me out?”

Jeff’s smile is hungry, wolfish, carnal and lustful while still hopeless with love and affection.

“Turn over for me, baby?” Jeff asks, patting Nick on the hip.

Nick turns over onto his stomach on wobbling knees, his whole body vibrating with need and a touch of fear. Everything with Jeff is so wonderful and new. Nick doesn’t want to bore Jeff…or worse, disgust him.

Nick settles onto his stomach. Jeff rakes his nails lightly down Nick’s back, making him arch and keen.

“Oh, God, Nicky,” Jeff purrs as he climbs off the bed and pulls Nick towards him. “You’re so hot.”

Nick blushes red at the compliment, at the way Jeff moves him around the bed, tension building in his stomach as he waits for the first tentative press of Jeff’s tongue at his entrance. He anticipates it when he feels Jeff’s firm hands pull his cheeks gently apart and hears him hum appreciatively. What he doesn’t expect is the greedy mouth that’s suddenly devouring him, lips sucking, tongue exploring, filling him with incredible heat, burning so hot he doesn’t know how he will last.

“Jeff!” Nick squeaks, but the high-pitched yelp of surprise becomes a moan, and Nick writhes beneath Jeff’s tongue, at the way his hands knead his flesh a little too roughly, and the metal ball that rubs along his sensitive skin. He feels Jeff latch over him, tongue thrusting through the tight ring of muscle at Nick’s entrance mercilessly, a now free hand sneaking beneath Nick’s body to take charge of his neglected cock and stroke slowly.

Nick claws at the blanket beneath him so hard that he actually breaks through the fitted sheet, tearing it partially in half. He can feel Jeff giggle at the sound of fabric tearing, and the vibrations of it race beneath Nick’s skin.

“Oh, Jeff!” he moans, every muscle shaking as he tries to pull away from the too much incredible sensation of Jeff’s mouth. “God, Jeff! I’m going to cum!”

“Go ahead, baby,” Jeff moans, loving the sound of Nick’s desperation, letting it feed him as he pulls Nick apart, his tongue delving deeper, moving faster, his hand stroking slowly as Nick tries his hardest to fuck into Jeff’s grip.

Nick whimpers and Jeff groans, the idea of Nick so tortured turning Jeff into a wrecked mess, searching for friction anywhere he can find it…against the sheets, against the bed, until he has to abandon his grip on Nick’s ass to stroke over his own aching cock.

“Yes, yes, yes…” Nick chants into the open air, pulling the sheets off the bed as he cums, pushing back against Jeff’s mouth when he feels him suddenly falter. Jeff groans loud against Nick’s skin, pulling away and breathing deep. With not even enough energy left to climb back up onto the bed, Jeff sprawls out onto the floor. Nick crawls down with a blanket to join him, wrapping it around Jeff’s spent body, falling into Jeff’s waiting arms.

“Why…why did you do that?” Nick pants. “So fast like that?”

“You didn’t like it?” Jeff asks, mostly sincere but teasing slightly.

“You know I did.” Nick ducks his head a bit.

“I didn’t want you to overthink it…you, know…and chicken out.”

Jeff moves in quickly to kiss his boyfriend, but Nick backs away.

“I…I don’t know if I’m ready for that just yet,” Nick admits. Jeff nods in understanding, lifting Nick’s hand to his lips to kiss across his knuckles. Nick watches Jeff curiously.

“Just out of…because I…um…how do I…”

“How do you taste?” Jeff is blunt, and Nick’s cheeks burn again when he nods.

“You taste like you, Nick.” Jeff moves on to kiss the other hand while Nick watches. “Soft…and clean…and just amazing.”

Jeff’s eyes flick up to meet Nick’s. Jeff tilts his head to the side slightly.

“I have a question for you,” Jeff says, his eyes hooded, “Yes or no? Would you ever want to do that again?”

Nick tries to match Jeff’s sinful gaze and smiles.

“Definitely, yes.”