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Nick waited for the click of Monroe's bedroom door and didn't hesitate to roll on his stomach, eyes screwed shut against the darkness of the night. His pajama pants were an incredible pain against his erection, the normally soft fabric feeling like sandpaper at the moment. He'd been waiting for literal hours for Monroe to slip into his bedroom, not wanting to wake the other with his actions.
Nick rolled his hips down into the mattress, a small gasp escaping his lips as he did so. He knew this was wrong on so many levels, but he was... human, after all. Unfortunately. So he rolled his hips down again, and again, gripping the bedsheets with an incredible might, jaw slack and breathing heavy.
He let out a whine, a low-pitched, needy sound, and he grew only more desperate by the second. Lately he didn't really have.. fantasies, that he thought of during this. His mind was completely blank and God was that okay with Nick.
Downstairs, Monroe was tossing in his bed He couldn't get to sleep no matter wh—
Was that a whimper?
Monroe perked up, straining his ears to listen. It was coming from upstairs, he could hear the springs of the mattress compress with Nick's movements, but.. what exactly was he doing?
Monroe took a deep breath in, and the thick, heavy scent of arousal— Nick's arousal— hit him like a punch to the gut. Monroe tried to steady his breathing, but he felt his own dick swelling beneath his sweatpants. He tried to ignore it, he wanted nothing more than Nick, he wanted to lie down and ignore what he'd heard, scented... but he couldn't. Before he knew what he was doing, Monroe was walking up the stairs, every thought in his head telling him to turn around and go back to bed, let Nick do what he had to, but he couldn't, and when he reached the top of the stairs.. what a sight to behold.
Nick didn't hear Monroe walking up the stairs, mind obviously preoccupied. That was, until Monroe was next to him, and Nick nearly jumped out of his skin.
"M-Monroe! I can explain, I sw—" Nick frantically said, scrambling to sit up, but Monroe pushed him back down, this time on his back.
Monroe pushed his nose into Nick's neck, a groan escaping his lips. "You.. Nick, you're..." Monroe couldn't formulate a full sentence, and he wasn't sure he entirely should.
Nick pushed Monroe up, not away, but just so they could both sit up. Monroe and Nick were both flushed, faces red and lips parted.
"Nick.." Monroe said, tone warning, but not wanting him to back out now.
"Ye..yeah?" Nick's voice was unsure, wavering, anxious. He needed this, he was so hard it hurt, but he knew he needed an okay to continue.
"I.. Do you even know.. what this'll mean? I mean, me and you. Us. Together, like this. If word gets out, it'll put both of us in danger, and don't get me wrong, seeing you like this.. I've never wanted.. anything, anyone more than I want you— need you right now— but I—"
Nick grabbed Monroe's sweater and pulled him in, lips crashing into his, desperation overtaking him. He parted his lips, tentatively licking at the other's, and Monroe was pliant, mouth falling open. The kiss slowly began to fall into disarray, both men becoming more and more desperate, teeth knocking and far too much spit, but neither cared. As far as they were both concerned, the other tasted like heaven.
Monroe pushed Nick back on the bed, straddling his waist, pinning his wrists above his head. He shuffled his own hips down, rolling them when he felt their dicks touch through the layers of fabric.
"O-oh, fuck, Monroe.." Nick whined, and Monroe positively lost it. Nick looked so pretty like this, all pent up.. just for him.
Monroe wasn't going to fuck him. Not tonight. He made a steady pace with his hips, breath hot on Nick's neck.
"Nick.. Do you kn-know, exactly how long I've wanted to do this? Have you exactly the way I want you, beneath me..." Monroe inhaled deeply, all his senses encompassed by the man under him.
Nick shook his head. "Tell.. tell me, Monroe.. How much did you want this? How badly did you need this?"
Monroe panted, his rhythm failing as desperstion overtook him. "Since you.. Since you were on top of me, in the forest that day. It was only so awkward because I realised how.. how incredibly attractive you are, how badly I need you, oh, God, Nick, I'm so close.."
Nick felt himself growing closer as well, and his breath picked up speed, adrenaline coursing through his veins. Monroe drank it up, the extra scent only adding to his arousal. His hips stuttered as he was only seconds away, but he stilled when Nick placed a hand on his back.
"You don't want to dirty your pants, do you?"
Monroe shook his head, standing up to take his pants off, Nick doing the same without getting up. Monroe wasted no time getting back on top of him, but Nick instead opted to wrap his hand around Monroe's cock, drawing a yelp out of the other. It was like a dream to him, to have Monroe on his thighs, to touch him like this..
"You're such a good boy for me, aren't you, Monroe?"
The words of praise went straight to Monroe's dick, and he had to grab Nick's hand to stop himself from coming then and there.
"A-ah, Nick, careful with.. careful with your choice of words," he stuttered, leaning down and pressing their dicks together again.
Nick smirked. "But why? I want you to come for me, Monroe.. I just wanted to feel your skin on mind. You really are such a good boy, so gorgeous, so perfect for me.. All mine.." The last words were more for himself but they got to Monroe all the same.
Monroe worked his hips again, desperately trying to bring Nick to come before he did. He could feel the smaller's skin heating up, could smell his arousal growing, and that was it. He came all over their bellies, whining and whimpering, crying out Nick's name as he rode out his orgasm.
"Perfect, so good for me, my good boy, oh f-fuck!" Nick cried, coming immediately after.
They laid like that for a few minutes, then Monroe smiled. "We should shower and get to bed, I think."
"Yeah.. that sounds nice. Should've known you'd have a thing for being called a good boy."
"What's that supposed to mean?!"