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The first time, it was annoying, but Nolan was able to grit his teeth and let it slide, because he was nothing if not grateful for Allen's hospitality, given Nolan's past... mistakes.
The second time took more patience, some concentrated deep breathing, but no amount of effort could block out the words he was hearing, the cooing, the pleading, the grunting, the slapping.
By the third night, Nolan had had enough.
He's gathered enough data by now to know exactly what he needs to do to get some peace and fucking quiet. A solid night's sleep.
He knows what Allen likes to hear. How he likes to be coerced. No doesn't really mean no, it just means try a little harder. Be a little more convincing. A little more forceful.
So tonight, when Allen reaches to pick up his phone to call her, Nolan puts his hand on top of Allen's to stop him. Allen raises his single eyebrow at the Viltrumite, but doesn't pull his hand away.
"I don't think that's going to be necessary," Nolan says, calmly, evenly, diplomatically.
"What do you mean, buddy?" Allen asks. By now, he's used to prying things out of Nolan, who isn't used to expressing things in so many words. He knows that Nolan knows who he was about to call, and he also knows he's been keeping Nolan up at night, but Nolan insisted after the first night that it was okay. They weren't too loud. He got plenty of sleep.
He also knows that he's starting to get a certain tingling craving under his skin that will soon need to be satisfied, and if he can't call his girl...
Nolan doesn't say anything. Instead, he starts to move his hand up Allen's arm, feeling up his forearm until his fingers curve around Allen's bulging bicep. And by then, the tingling under Allen's skin has started to self ignite under the touch, and the next thing he says is half questioning, half warning.
"Nolan..."
Nolan takes a step forward, and Allen takes a step back. The phone is left on the table.
"Nolan, what are you doing?" Allen asks again. He can feel the hormones starting to move through his blood stream, and he's trying to stop his imagination from running wild. Nolan couldn't possibly be trying what he thinks he's trying, is he?
Nolan's eyes are trained steadily on Allen's one. "I told you. You don't need to call her."
"But... I miss her," Allen tries to reason, while tactfully avoiding saying the real reason he needs to call her.
"I'm here. You can spend some time with me."
"I was with you all day."
"I suppose you were," Nolan agrees, but he does not relent. He lets his eyes slip away from Allen's as he seems to resume minding his own business. He begins to shrug out of the top of his suit, right in front of Allen. He foregoes another verbal argument, because he can feel Allen's eye on his skin as he reveals his bare pecs, his strong arms.
"...but we're friends," Allen says, and Nolan can hear him beginning to waiver. The pretense that this was anything other than what it is now is gone. He looks up to meet Allen's eye again.
"So we are."
And when he takes another step forward, Allen does not back away this time. The top of his suit hangs loose around his waist and he reaches up to begin unzipping Allen's polo.
Allen is beginning to panic now, but he can't bring himself to physically try to stop what's happening to him. As the zipper sounds seem to echo around the room, and his shirt falls from his body and onto the floor, he can't take his eye off the Viltrumite before him. His mind is racing once again, and he's hard pressed to make it stop this time. His dick has started to stir with interest, and that he definitely cant stop.
Once it's started...
He wonders if Nolan knows what he's in for.
"But... it would be cheating..." The heat under his skin is beginning to make him sweat, and as Nolan removes the top of his bodysuit and the air hits his skin, it raises goosebumps in it. The rush of sensations coax his heart into beating, the desire running through his veins.
Nolan is undisturbed by the idea of Allen cheating on his girl. Allen spends so much time away from home, he's positive the alien is doing it all the time anyway. The man's sex drive is insatiable, so it seems.
"It would be cheating for you, too," Allen adds, a bit more seriously this time. And this does give Nolan slight pause. They both know how he feels about Debbie, and they both know she could never forgive him for what he's done. She's more than likely already moved on, and shouldn't Nolan move on, too?
The self doubt passes, and he continues. He has more pressing problems at the moment. Namely: getting Allen off. Getting a decent night's sleep. The emotional distance he feels from the situation convinces him it wouldn't really be cheating anyway.
He starts to tug away the bottom of Allen's suit, but Allen stops him with his hands. He looks up from his work, and Allen takes his face in his hands, and his heart makes a startled leap under the smolder of Allen's look. "We shouldn't... Are you sure?" Allen asks.
Nolan nods. Allen is almost ready to say yes.
Allen presses one last time. "We won't be able to take it back." The heat inside him is beginning to grow to a point that he can't stand. All it takes is one step forward into a new territory to make everything change.
Nolan rolls his eyes. "It's not like we're getting married, Allen."
Allen gazes at him for another loaded moment, while he decides how thoroughly convinced he's been, but Nolan's nonchalant attitude is enough to satisfy his concerns. If Nolan thinks it's no big deal, then so does Allen, and soon enough he is bending down to give Nolan a kiss.
Nolan's eyes go wide, but Allen's is closed as he leans into it. Nolan wasn't planning on doing anything like this; just fucking the big guy to sleep and letting that be that. Simple. Clinical. His bristling has only just started to relax when Allen's hands move down his body, an arm wrapping around his waist, a hand smoothing down his lower back, pulling his body close, making heat rush through him in a way he wasn't expecting.
"Woah, there," he says, breaking from the closed-mouthed kiss to give Allen a scrutinizing look. His hands press against Allen's chest, but not hard enough to break from his embrace. "I think you might be confused." There's something wrong with the dynamic that's forming here, and Nolan can't let it stand.
"Hm?" Allen asks, so absorbed by now by the idea of what he's going to do to Nolan, oh, all of the things he's going to do to Nolan... he's just looking at Nolan's lips and not really listening. "Confused? No, I'm pretty sure I know what I'm doing..." He leans in to kiss Nolan again, undeterred by Nolan's hesitancy. Nolan asked for this after all, and he said he was sure. He presses his hardening cock into Nolan's stomach and nips at his lip to entice him back in, show him how eager he is to continue.
Despite his reservations, Nolan is swept away by Allen's touches, his embrace, the way his tongue slips into his mouth to stroke against his own. It feels nice, he can reluctantly admit, and he tries to let himself relax into it. His tongue is delightfully inexperienced, in Allen's opinion, for a man as old as Nolan is.
But the thing is, Nolan has never been a man who particularly enjoys sex. Sex is his job, nothing more than a way to dominate and propagate, not a fun pass time. With Debbie, things had been different, but Nolan had loved her, even if he didn't always know it. But the sex was different because she wanted it differently. He tried to please her, but even that wasn't like this.
Regardless of the reason, it's easy for Allen to take the lead, to guide Nolan into it, to explore and taste at his own leisure. He's very practiced, at this point, in gently bending Nolan's will. Talking him down from suicide. Encouraging him to join the revolution and help his son. Curbing whatever misguided notion Nolan has about being in charge of this situation will be child's play.
He can feel Nolan becoming putty under his touches, under the guidance of his kiss, the stroke of his hands, the press of his body. Slowly, he moves his hands down Nolan's hips to his thighs, begins encouraging them up to wrap around his waist. Nolan resists at first, but Allen coaxes him in, caresses him and gropes him and stirs his thoughts around with his tongue until Nolan's legs are wrapped around his waist, and soon enough he's supporting Nolan's weight as the man clings to him.
He carries Nolan over to his bed, completely consumed in wet, panting kisses as he lowers the man down, spreads him out over his blankets. He's thrilled to find that Nolan does not unwrap his legs from his hips once he has the opportunity, and he thumbs each of Nolan's cheeks as he gently backs away from the kiss. He backs off just enough to admire Nolan's flushed face, the slight heaving of his chest, as he runs his hands down Nolan's body to peel his legs away. An unfortunate necessity, so he can rid Nolan of the rest of his clothing. He shrugs out of his own as well, and he's back in action before Nolan has even a moment to collect his clouded, scattered thoughts.
Nolan gasps despite himself, as Allen's lips close around one of his nipples. He arches into it, unable to resist the way his body responds, even through the humiliation of Allen groping his other tit in his big hand. What is he doing, what is he doing, what is he doing? Why is he letting Allen touch him this way? Things are getting out of control...
He drowns in the sensation of it all, until Allen's hands begin to move again, down to his thighs, the sensitive inner sides of them, begins to push them apart. "W-wait-" he pleads, embarrassed by the stutter, even more embarrassed that he's let it come this far in the first place. He pushes up onto his elbows, and Allen is forced to un-suck his mouth from his chest and look up once again. "I don't want to do that," he says plainly. There must be something else they can do. He can accept that Allen doesn't want to be penetrated, but does that mean Nolan has to instead? Isn't there another way?
And there is. There are plenty of other ways. But Allen wants to fuck Nolan. He wants to open him up and feel inside him and fill him up with his cum. "I think you should let me finger you," he says, his voice heavy with uninhibited desire.
Another, deeper flush rises to Nolan's cheeks, his neck, his shoulders, god, he's gorgeous. "I don't want to," he says again, his eyes locked on Allen's intimidating cock, his thick alien fingers. It looks bigger than he thought it felt when it was grinding against his torso, but maybe he's just delusional.
He must be delusional.
"Just let me try..." Allen pushes, lowering his mouth to circle his tongue around Nolan's nipple once again, to remind him how good he can make him feel. "If you don't like it, I'll stop..."
Hot, new humiliation pumps through Nolan's veins as he feels himself being persuaded to say yes. He would never like such a thing, couldn't possibly, he already knows that, so why would he let Allen try?
"Come onnn..." Allen eggs, licking up Nolan's skin to start kissing at the sensitive flesh of his neck. "Just a little... just let me finger you a little..." His fingers squeeze and massage into Nolan's thighs, feeling them begin to tremble and give to his demands. "I can always call my girl over if you really don't want to..." He starts to urge them apart again, and Nolan... reluctantly allows it.
When Nolan set out to coerce Allen into this, he had no idea the tables would be so thoroughly turned.
As his thighs are spread apart, Nolan's fingers grip the blankets. His head falls back and opens his neck up to even deeper kisses. His surprisingly hard cock jumps as Allen's hand brushes his balls, moves further down, and the pad of a finger presses over his virgin hole.
To lessen the burden of Nolan's guilt, because Allen is such a nice guy, he slides his free hand along Nolan's arm to trap and pin Nolan's wrists above his head before urging the finger inside. "A-ah...!" Nolan gasps, twisting and squirming under Allen's hold.
"That's it..." Allen soothes, letting Nolan struggle himself out while he gingerly works his fat, first finger into Nolan's body. "You can do it, buddy, that's it..."
Nolan grits his teeth against the praises, feeling childish and girlish and weak for succumbing to such a primal, basic desire. For submitting under another man. For being unable to deny that he... likes it. His insides are more sensitive than he ever thought they'd be, the way Allen strokes into them, the way he stretches him open. As the last of his fight leaves him, he stares unseeingly up at the ceiling, lets his legs fall apart more invitingly, defeated, crazed, wanting. Wanting so very fucking badly... He swallows his moans and tries to focus on his breathing, but Allen isn't going to have any of that.
"Come on, sweetheart, let me hear you," he encourages, as he crooks his finger into a part of Nolan that makes all his body hair stand on end.
"F-fuck you," Nolan spits, digging his nails into the hand that still has him pinned down. His insults hold no bite though, not through the redness in his face, the desperation in his body language.
"Oh..." Allen says, playing up the disappointment in his tone. "You don't like it? Do you want me to stop?"
The rush of fear Nolan feels when Allen starts to pull his finger out fills him with an all new self loathing, a bitterness that makes him turn his sharpest glare on the alien above him. "Fuck you," he says again, and he nearly growls when he sees the smirk on Allen's face.
"You want more?" Allen asks, pushing his finger back in, and beginning to utilize a slow thrusting motion, imitating exactly what he wants to come next. "You want me to fuck you, baby?"
Nolan grits his teeth and doesn't say anything. But it's extremely difficult to keep his wits about him when Allen is fucking him with his finger like that, and soon enough his eyes are rolling back again and he's cursing himself for the way he lets his body shudder.
"I want to hear you say it," Allen teases, lips hovering close to Nolan's once again, eye bearing down on him with the full weight of his lust. It's so very heavy now, and soon he won't be able to contain it. "Tell me you want me to put my cock in you, and I will."
Another thrust, another crook, another twist. Nolan has never hated someone so much in his fucking life.
"I... want it..." he grits out, his whole body tense with repressed desire. Waves of pleasure crash at the dam, but it won't break. Nolan can't break.
"What was that?" Allen asks, still just leisurely fingering open Nolan's tightly clenched hole, as if unaware of the way Nolan is fighting to keep his sanity. But he is anything but unaware, so hyper aware of every gasp, every twitch, every flushed body part. It fuels him and makes his cock throb in time with his heart, racing with an all consuming desire for the man he has pinned beneath him. He can't wait to feel that tight, twitching hole squeezing around his cock. "What do you want?"
Nolan could cry with how unbelievably frustrated he is. His last straw disintegrates as he breaks free from Allen's hold (which he could have done at any time, by the way) and grabs the larger man by the throat. His fingers squeeze with his seething rage, glaring into the eye of his companion. "I said fuck me, you useless fucking moron."
But he doesn't give Allen the chance to do it. No, he's done letting Allen play with him like some kind of doll. He throws Allen down on the bed by the grip of his throat and rolls on top of him, all in one motion. He straddles Allen's hips, and he's too angry, too worked up, too blinded by passion to consider what he's doing as he lowers himself down over the alien's cock.
When it's inside him though... there's no denying what he's done. It fills him up in a way Allen's finger never could have prepared him for, stretches him wide open, makes him dig his fingers into Allen's pecs and hiss out a hot, tense breath as it throbs inside him. He's definitely gone crazy by now, but he's sure it feels like its still growing, swelling up with each throbbing heart beat and leaving him dizzy.
"Oh, wow..." Allen breathes, struck by the sight of Nolan, panting and flushed on top of him, he's got such a pretty blush... And he feels just as good inside as Allen imagined he would, tight and unrelenting and hot and soft and slightly trembling. He puts his comforting hands on Nolan's hips, but doesn't try to make him move. Slides them back to squeeze his ass.
He wonders if Nolan has noticed yet.
"Fuck..." Nolan mutters, but after a few moments he seems to shake off the shock of it and accept the situation for what it is. Although, he keeps his eyes closed as he begins to move, unwilling to look at Allen's face while he feels the sensations roll through his body.
Allen bites his lip as he watches without shame, up and down, his pink skin, the sweat dripping slowly down it, his swollen, bobbing, leaking cock. He wants to grab him and fuck him in every position he can imagine, fuck him within an inch of his life, fuck him until he's sobbing and begging and out of breath. Whimpering that it's too much, too big, too fast, please Allen, please, he would beg...
But for now, he will let Nolan have his moment. He will let Nolan get used to the way his cock scrapes inside him, experiment with how it feels when it knocks against his prostate. Watch his breath hitch with surprise and his thighs tense when it hits just that right spot inside him, makes him stumble and trip over his otherwise fluid bouncing as he chases his own pleasure. He thinks it's cute that such a violent, dangerous, notorious creature can be reduced to such a state. Reduced by him to such a state.
It's when Nolan starts to fall forward, unable to keep himself upright anymore, crumpling under the weight of his pleasure, that Allen takes the wheel again. He can't help it anymore, he needs to pound Nolan stupid.
He repositions his hands on Nolan's slick hips and holds him firm as he starts to thrust up, again and again and again. Nolan sputters a few unintelligible words, before being knocked off balance and falling into Allen's chest. Allen traps him in his arms and fucks him as hard as he can from the position he's in, humping and humping like a dog with his favourite special toy, but he quickly finds this unsatisfying.
He rolls them over, cock slipping out of Nolan as he shoves Nolan face first down into the bed. He mounts Nolan from behind, rakes his eye over his body, observes his pink, stretched, inviting hole. He smears the head of his cock against it, spreading precum into the puckered skin, before stuffing his full cock all the way back inside.
The brief reprieve was enough to re-sensitize Nolan, make him catch his breath and scramble under Allen's weight, ripping into the blankets with his nails as he's suddenly filled back up again. It's definitely bigger than it was before, he's sure of it now, and when he chokes out a moan, Allen goes fucking nuts for it.
"Tell me how good it feels, baby..." Allen says, as he fucks relentlessly into his new best friend. "Tell me how good my cock fills you up... Tell me you want more..."
Nolan can't use so many words, but uninhibited noises fall freely from his lips now. He doesn't have the presence of mind anymore to be embarrassed or restrained or angry, all he can do is let his mushy brains slosh around in his head as his body rocks against the creaking bed, Allen's growing cock filling him up more and more with each disastrously addictive thrust.
"Gonna cum inside you, sweetheart, gonna fill you up with my load. How deep do you want it, hm?" Allen can't get enough. Nolan is everything, everything, his everything. He's going to have images of Nolan's shaking, blushing body burned into his memories for the rest of his life, the sounds of his blissed out moans, the way his sweet little hole feels swallowing his whole cock up.
Nolan can't respond, but he knows he's being teased, and it still makes him clench his hands into fists. He's not far from the edge himself, and all it takes is a few more brutal thrusts against his prostate to have him spilling his seed all over the blankets, a moan that can't be told apart from a sob spilling from his lips.
Allen follows shortly after, making good on his promise to fill Nolan up with his hot, sticky load.
Neither of them moves for what feels like an eternity, Nolan floating through the clouds as he tries to catch his breath, Allen petting his hands down Nolan's sculpted, sweaty back. He's cooing sweet nothings about how good Nolan was, how tight his pussy was, how sweet his moans were, but Nolan doesn't care to listen. He doesn't want to hear it. He's going to hate himself for this in the morning.
At length, they each get up and take turns showering off the evidence, and when Nolan tries to return to his place on the couch, Allen doesn't listen to his protests as he drags the man back into his bed.
"It's the least I can do," he insists, as he pulls Nolan under the covers with him. He wraps the Viltrumite up snug in his arms, nuzzles into his neck, and whispers one last time into Nolan's skin how much he appreciates Nolan's company.
Nolan is too exhausted to pry himself away, and he gets exactly what he wanted when he falls into a deep, uninterrupted sleep.