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The Li-Wilson annual Christmas party was really dragging this year. It was not like Sparrow didn’t see these men and their families every day, so it’s not as though there was any news to catch up on, TV shows to discuss, or even complaints about work that wasn’t common knowledge to pretty much everyone in the room.
He sat on the slightly overstuffed sofa, playing some sort of colour matching game that was supposed to make him feel more Zen, which might have worked if it had not been for the ads that seemed to pop up every thirty seconds and completely ruined his flow. Grant and Marco were bickering, quietly and lovingly, in the kitchen about some sort of snack based disaster that could have been resolved in moments, except that for newly weds such as his friends there was more fun to be had in the fight.
Lost in thought as a poorly put together ad for the game he was already playing blared from his phone, Sparrow felt the sofa dip next to him as Nick made himself comfortable; arms draped along the back of the sofa and legs spread wide, taking up far more space than his otherwise slender frame required.
“You look mad. Where’s your other half?” Nick asked, trying to peer at Sparrows phone over his shoulder
“Lark? Shouldn’t you know, he’s your boyfriend.”
“I just thought you might have more idea, given last time I saw him he was busy playing finger-puppets with your wife.”
“Finger-puppets?” Sparrow asked, confused until Nick stuck two fingers in the air and wiggled them, like a finger-puppet or- “Oh you are disgusting.” Nick gave a dirty bark of a laugh as Sparrow slapped him hard on the arm. “Sorry about that, I should have warned you, they get like this after a drink and are not at all subtle about it.”
“What are you sorry for. You aren’t the one up to the wrist in someone else-”
“Jesus, Ni-”
“-Unless you wanted to be?”
The air buzzed with the tension of the question. The room was empty but for the two of them; the argument in the kitchen sounded as though it had evolved in to some sort of play fight if the peals of laughter were to be believed, Terry had run out to pick up his new girlfriend from work, and Lark and Rebecca were, well, somewhere in the house together. Nothing Sparrow said would be overheard, but he still felt like there were a hundred eyes on him.
“I’m sorry, what?” although he had heard exactly what Nick said, there was no way he meant what Sparrow thought he meant. And if he did, he had to be joking. And if he wasn’t, he must have been out of his mind. Because, as scary as any of those outcomes were, none were as scary as the idea that Nick had made the offer in earnest.
“Well, clearly neither of them think it’s a problem to have a quickie with an in-law at a party, so we should reap some sort of benefit from that. So what do you say, bit of a wife swap?”
“You aren’t Lark’s wife” was the best he was going to come up with until his brain came back on-line.
“Well observed! He’s obviously my wife. It’s the nagging- gives him away.” It wasn’t clear how Nick could be so calm about this; discovering his boyfriend cheating on him and immediately propositioning the boyfriend’s twin brother did not seem like the actions of a reasonable man.
“I- I really don’t think that’s a good idea” Sparrow stuttered out.
“Alright, suit yourself” Nick shrugged and moved back to the other end of the sofa. It was only as the heat from his body dissipated, that Sparrow realised how close he moved during their conversation. The arm formerly draped behind his head withdrew and he could feel the skin of his face cooling where, moments before, Nick’s breath had caught against his cheek as he spoke. “I’m gonna go see if I can catch them at it. Maybe they’ll let me join in.”
The sofa shifted again and Sparrow sighed as Nick left the room in search of Sparrow’s family. Rather than sit alone on his phone as his marriage spiralled further out of his control, Sparrow retreated to the downstairs bathroom to splash some water on his face.
He had been friends with Grant for a long time, and felt he knew the man about as well as anyone could; that, despite his size and his occasionally gruff demeanour, he was a man willing to do anything to make sure the people he loved were safe and happy. This was the only explanation Sparrow could come up with for why he had allowed Marco to paint their downstairs bathroom fuchsia, with a vibrant teal back-splash behind the sink. They insisted it was ‘fun’ but it mostly gave Sparrow a headache.
After running the water as cold as he could get it, he removed his glasses and splashed the freezing water upwards, soaking the curls that framed his face and dripping down the front of the linen shirt, which was now clinging where it was damp. He turned the water off, fumbled his glasses back on to his nose, and sat on the closed lid of the toilet while he waited for his brain to settle again. There was always a chance, at these parties, that Lark and Rebecca would sneak off somewhere; sometimes just for a few minutes, but often for an hour or more. When Lark and Nick finally sorted their shit out, he had hoped it marked the end of their trysts, but apparently whatever it was between them was more than just Lark’s loneliness and Rebecca’s open mind. It was fine, really, he knew who they were with and that they were safe. It was fine.
There was a knock at the door, and Nick called through “Sparrow? Are you in there?”
“No.”
It was a moment too late that he remembered he hadn’t thought to lock the door, as there had not been a need. He bolted forward in an attempt to reach the lock before Nick realised this also, but wasn’t fast enough, as just as his fingers brushed the lock, the door swung towards him and Nick, standing framed in the doorway, smiled at him. With one hand he pushed Sparrow back in to the tiny room, and with the other closed and locked the door.
“Couldn’t find th- Holy shit, what is up with this room?”
“I think Grant loves Marco very much.”
“No kidding… Anyway, as I was saying- I couldn’t find them anywhere, so I gave up, and I’m hoping my dedication impressed you enough that you want to fool around now.” The way in which Nick was grinning at him reminded Sparrow a great deal of a Golden Retriever asking for a treat.
“Yes, Lark is fantastic at hiding if he doesn’t want to be found. My money is on the loft.”
“I don’t think Grant and Marco have a loft.”
“That’s never stopped him before.”
Nick took a step forward and crowded him against the sink, the porcelain cold against his back forced a little gasp of surprise from his chest. There were no points of connection between them, bodies just inches apart, but Sparrow’s skin tingled in anticipation of being touched.
“If you don’t want this, say no, and I’ll leave. We never have to mention it again. But I’m serious- Why should they have all the fun while we just wait around for them? Makes no fuckin’ sense to me, man”
The thing was, he wanted. In this moment, in this tacky bathroom, he wanted Nick so badly he felt sick with it; it wasn’t just the guilt, but the prickling burning of his skin, the increasingly intense throbbing between his legs as he considered the proposal. He wanted to know if Nick’s body felt as firm and lean as it looked, if Nick’s skin tasted as good as he smelled, like incense and sugar, what he sounded like as he came.
He could say no now, and all this would be over; he would need a few private moments to deal with the situation starting in his underwear, but after that they could both get back to their lives. On the other hand- Rebecca and Lark knew where they were, and knew they were safe, and it had just been fine for so long.
“Ok” Sparrow finally said. “Ok, yes I want this”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes”
“Thank fuck for that” Nick looked up as though to thank God. Or maybe just to thank Lark for being busy somewhere above them. In an instant, Nick had tucked his fingers in Sparrow’s belt loops and pulled them flush with a little “oof” as their bodies met in the middle of what now felt like a very small room.
His breath heavy, he could feel Nick’s heart thumping through his own chest as their eyes met and Nick smiled but didn’t say a word. Just as Sparrow was considering if kissing would be too intimate, too much like this was real and not just for tonight, Nick made the choice for him and closed the distance between them with a surprising force. With a groan, Nick parted his lips just enough to encourage Sparrow to follow him, so that he could slip his tongue in to the heat of Sparrow’s waiting mouth.
Something not unlike a growl escaped from Sparrow’s chest, as he freed his arms from where they were trapped between their bodies to pull Nick closer still; one hand wound its way in to his dark hair that felt cool to the touch, the other moved down his side and grabbed him by the ass until he could feel the zipper of Nick’s jeans catch against the fabric of his pants.
Deft fingers moved from the belt loops and began to push up the hem of Sparrow’s shirt; knuckles brushed the newly exposed skin, making him shiver. Breaking the kiss, he pulled back enough to help tug the shirt over his head, which would have been an easier task if Nick had let him remove his glasses first. He tossed the shirt in to a corner, hoping the glasses tangled inside would be protected by the bundle and the- how had he not noticed the matching carpet before!
“You have chest hair” Nick said out of the blue, pulling Sparrow’s focus from the bizarre flooring choices of his friends, and back to its proper place; the man in front of him, red lipped and breathing hard. He looked down at the dark brown hair which grew in sparse spirals over his chest and thinned as it reached his belly button. In nearly all ways, Sparrow resembled his father, but the darker hair that covered his torso was a joyful reminder that the blood of a Lioness also flowed in his veins.
“Uh, yes?” he said, Nick’s eye’s darted over where Sparrow was running his fingers through it, as he trailed them over his chest and caught his own nipple just lightly.
“But Lark doesn’t have chest hair. Aren’t you identical? Can he not grow it?” Nick picked up where Sparrow had stopped, dragging his fingernails over his chest, not hard enough to leave marks, but enough for Sparrow to hum with pleasure as goose-bumps rose over his skin.
“Oh, is he still doing that? I believe you will find it is because my brother started waxing his chest in his teens. Although he may have moved to shaving now of course. It is cheaper”
Nick stopped, still as a statue and slowly raised his head to look Sparrow in the eye, his face filled with glee “You are kidding me? Mr ‘Modern Beauty Standards Are For Shills And Bootlickers’ pays to have someone rip the hair out of his chest?!”
“That is correct, yes.”
A barking, howling laugh filled the room, as Nick pulled Sparrow in for a hug, the buttons of his shirt catching against the sensitive skin of his chest, and tucked his head against Sparrow’s neck. As the laughter subsided, Nick still held him close and nuzzled against him for a second before kissing, wet and open mouthed, against his shoulder.
“Learning so many new things tonight” Nick whispered, brushing his lips against the freckles that never seemed to fade. Grabbing a handful of Sparrow’s hair, Nick pulled his head to one side, exposing more neck for him to kiss along until he met the hinge of his jaw, where he bit down- not hard enough to bruise- but enough so that Sparrow’s hips jolted forward in surprise and desire. Nick huffed out a little laugh and said “I don’t think we have that long, eventually Grant will notice there is no one at his party, so I think we might need to skip to the good bit.”
From Sparrow’s perspective all of this was the good bit, but when Nick backed off and started undoing the button of his fly, he caught on to what he meant. It just seemed such a shame to rush it, especially as he was pretty sure they were not going to get to do this again. Before Nick could go any further in undressing, Sparrow took his face in his hands and kissed him gently, savouring the sensation of Nick’s lips, warm and full with the day’s stubble just starting to grow through. He just wanted to take a few seconds to feel him, to enjoy him, and that meant getting his hands on whatever was underneath this black silk shirt.
Making short work of the buttons, he felt skin, warm and soft, ripple under his touch. Nick was slender, but his clothes hid that he was basically all lean muscle, and when Sparrow saw the defined abdominal muscles that were usually reserved for people in magazines, the growling sound returned with renewed vigour. Reverently, he ran his hand over his stomach, down the trail of hair and slipped his hand in to Nick’s boxers, that had already started to soak through. Pushing his fingers through the wetness, Sparrow quickly found Nick’s dick becoming hard in his fingers, and he slotted his knuckles either side of it, mostly just to feel Nick twitch with arousal.
“Yeah, ok that’s- ah- but this was the kinda shit I- hmm- we don’t have time for. There has to be lube in this bathroom somewhere, right?”
Sparrow looked around, but this was not a proper bathroom, just a place so guests didn’t have search through the whole house. It didn’t even have a cupboard under the sink, just soap in a dish and a matching teal hand towel by the door.
“I think we may be in the wrong bathroom for that sort of thing” Sparrow said.
“How is that possible? I thought they were gay. Surely they have it stashed all over the house, just in case?”
“Other people probably don’t have such a hard time controlling themselves that they need lubricant caches all around the house. Also, remind me not to sit on any furniture you and Lark have been near.” He tried not to examine the hypocrisy in lecturing Nick about restraint while attempting to jerk him off, the fact that as his hand moved it was also brushing his own dick, taking him from ‘aroused’ to ’painfully hard’ with each sigh and moan Nick let out.
“Ok- oh fuck- yeah, we are just going to improvise. Pants off.” Nick grabbed his wrist, and released his hand from within the boxer briefs. Sparrow’s fingers caught the low light and shined slightly, coated with Nick’s arousal. Without thinking, Sparrow sucked the two fingers in to his mouth, and hummed as he tasted the musky bitterness of Nick against his tongue. “Jesus Christ” Nick said as he pulled his jeans and boxers down as far as they would go before getting stuck on his boots. He hopped up on to the sink, which didn’t seem safe, but before Sparrow could argue, Nick spread his legs wide and any rational argument faltered on its way out of his mouth.
The inside of his thighs shined the way Sparrow’s fingers had, and the skin around his hole was flushed a dark pink and looked as though it was dripping from Sparrow’s earlier attention. He only realised he was staring when Nick coughed and tapped the place a watch should have been, to indicate his growing impatience. Fiddling with the ties at the waistband of his pants, Sparrow took a step forward until he was between Nick’s knees; he could feel the heat radiating from him even through his clothes.
Sparrow hooked his thumbs in to his waistband and pulled his pants and underwear down to mid thigh in one swift movement. His dick, that had been pinned in his tight fitting briefs, sprung free, shiny and flushed and aching. Nick reached for it, and stroked him a few times, squeezing slightly over the head in a way that made Sparrow’s toes curl. Nick stopped mid stroke to assess the situation, and apparently concluded that they were going to need some additional help, as he spat in to his hand and dipped two fingers in to it.
The fingers he pushed inside himself, and the still damp hand he ran over Sparrow before encouraging him forward and lined up their bodies so that he could feel the fluttering heat of Nick’s hole against his twitching cock. Nick still had one hand wrapped around his base, but with the other, he gave a playful swat against Sparrow’s exposed butt cheek. A wordless request to ”get a move on.”
Guided by Nick’s hand, Sparrow pressed forward, and felt Nick’s body make space for him immediately. Bracing against the sink, he gave a few experimental thrusts, each time accompanied by a pleased moan, until the whole of him was inside Nick’s warm, tight hole, hips flush, breath heavy between them.
Sparrow rolled his hips a few times, fucking up and into Nick, keeping their bodies close to rub against Nick’s dick. However, Nick had other plans; after a few more deep and grinding thrusts, Nick grabbed his hips with a bruising grip, and used this to slam their bodies together with a slap. The force and depth of it forced a deep “Ohh” Nick, which echoed in the small room.
“You are going to have to keep it down, or we are definitely getting caught” Sparrow said.
“Yeah, yeah, it’ll be fine” Nick said, tightening his grip and again shifted so Sparrow could slide nearly the whole way out before reconnecting their bodies with force enough that Sparrow was concerned they would break the sink. Again, Nick seemed unconcerned about frivolous things like destroying bathrooms or the whole house hearing them do it, choosing instead to use Sparrow’s body simply to seek his own pleasure. And Sparrow chose to let him.
He watched in amazement as his dick was buried to the hilt over and over in to Nick, who was setting the exact pace and angle he wanted with silent orders given through his hands on Sparrow’s hips. The speed and force of the thrusts only increased the noise in the room, the slap of their bodies became wetter and both of them were having trouble keeping the noise down now.
“Fuck, I’m so fucking close. Can you- I’d do it myself but I might fall off the fucking sink.”
Sparrow wrapped one arm around Nick’s back, and the other rubbed frantic circles over Nick’s dick as he fucked harder still as he felt his own orgasm building more rapidly than he would like. Nick writhed in his hands, looking for more and less sensation at the same time, and Sparrow pulled them closer, chest to chest, to capture Nick’s mouth in a bruising kiss, more teeth and tongue than anything, in an effort to mask some of the sound of Nick shouting “Yes, fuck yes!” as he came.
Their position at the edge of the sink became more precarious as Nick’s whole body shuddered with the intensity of the orgasm, and the muscles around Sparrow’s dick clenched so hard he could barely move. The warmth and pressure and the obscene sounds Nick was still making were all too much, and it was about to be over so much sooner than planned. He tried to hold it back, but it was too late, he bit down hard on Nick’s shoulder to muffle his own screams as he thrust once more and came deep in Nick’s hole.
Sweating and panting, the two rested on each other’s shoulders, catching their breath and letting out the occasional relieved chuckle. No one had knocked on the door or come looking for them. Sparrow rubbed soothing hands up under Nick’s unbuttoned, and now heavily crinkled shirt. He examined the bite mark he’d left and it was definitely going to bruise in a perfect imprint of his teeth. He should feel guilty, about the bruise, about Lark, about Rebecca, but as Nick’s hot breath slowed against his collarbone, he just felt greedy.
“Can I-?” he asked as he dropped to his knees, running his hands up Nick’s thighs, thumbs brushing over pubic hair tangled in sweat and cum.
“I don’t know if there’s time”
“Please” Sparrow begged. He needed to show Nick, needed to thank him. This night had been going to end like so many others, with Sparrow pretending not to notice his wife coming in to a room with her blouse unbuttoned or smelling like herbal cigarettes, trying not to think about the bruises on Lark’s neck. Nick had given him the chance to take just a little bit of his life back. He had to show how much that meant.
“Yeah, ok, but we’ve got to be quick.” That wasn’t going to be a problem, Sparrow loved doing this for partners, and he was good at it. The way Nick was twitching under his touch betrayed just how sensitive he still was.
Nick stood and widened his legs as best he could with his pants still round his ankles, but there was no time to mess about with his boots, so when Sparrow leaned in and licked a long stripe from his hole to his dick, tasting his own cum as it leaked from him, Nick’s thighs clenched around his face, trapping him in place. Which was perfect.
Sparrow licked along the creases of Nick’s thigh, one side, then the other, before moving back to his hole. His tongue circled the outside a few times, before he pointed it and pushed it inside, causing Nick to gasp and grab hold of his hair for support more than anything. He flicked his tongue in and out, getting a little further each time, and licked the walls of the hole as though he was trying desperately to lick all of his own spend from inside Nick’s body.
The grip on his hair increased, as did the frantic sound of Nick’s erratic breaths, so Sparrow moved up slightly, keeping his tongue broad as he did, until he made contact with the underside of Nick’s dick. It was the perfect length for him to curl his tongue around before he sucked it fully into his mouth. Nick yelped from above and then groaned as Sparrow opened him up with one hand so his dick was fully exposed, and slipped two fingers in to his hole with the other, curling them against his walls.
Nick’s hips bucked forwards, and he wove both hands through Sparrow’s hair holding him exactly in place, as Sparrow pumped and curled his fingers and licked and sucked his dick.
“Oh, holy shit are you good at this” Nick said through a tight jaw, probably as Sparrow was not there to help keep him quiet this time. “Do you mind if I- I just wanna grind against you.
Sparrow nodded as enthusiastically as he could while being held in place not just by strong hands, but muscular thighs. Nick rearranged his grip on Sparrow’s head, then tilted his hips forward to rub his dick hard against his tongue and nose. The fingers inside never stopped moving, putting pressure against him from the inside. Sparrow’s tongue started to ache as Nick thrust and rubbed against him, but he could tell from the speed of the movements and from the taste of Nick that they were nearly done. With one final push, one more finger added and just a little more suction, Nick fell over the edge, holding Sparrow still as he rode out his orgasm, which started well, but then Sparrow remembered he did have to breathe eventually. He tapped Nick on the thigh, who released him with a breathless apology.
It was just as well they had removed Sparrow’s shirt, as when he sat back on his heels, his chin, neck and chest were covered in a mix of juices, spit and cum, wetting his chest hair and drying uncomfortably round his mouth. He stood and tucked himself back in to his underpants before pulling his pants back up and retying the ties. He caught sight of himself in the mirror above the sink and he looked wrecked. There were fingertip bruises where Nick had grabbed at him, his face was flushed, lips swollen and bright red, and his dark blonde hair was frizzy and wild from the heat and being pulled in every direction as Nick rode his face.
Nick looked no better; in addition to the bruise on his shoulder, there was one on the inside of his thigh that Sparrow didn’t remember doing, but it was obviously fresh. His hair was plastered to his face, which was roughly the same colour as the bathroom. As comical as they both looked, Sparrow was starting to worry as Nick still had not said anything.
“Are you ok?” he asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“Uhh yeah, I think you just sucked my soul out my dick. I’m just waiting to see if I die.”
Sparrow laughed, then grabbed the towel from the rail and did his best to get Nick, then himself, cleaned up. They definitely owed Marco new towels after this. By the time they were as clean and tidy as they were going to get, Nick seemed to come back to himself and was able to assist in getting himself dressed. Sparrow fished his shirt off the floor and put his glasses back on, finding a hair tie in his pocket to put his hair back to a messy ponytail.
It still looked pretty obvious to him what had happened, but he hoped that the others would be so drunk they wouldn’t look that closely. He was about to go for the door, when Nick pulled him back in for a kiss; chaste this time, finishing something off, not starting it.
“That was fun. If you, uh, ever find yourself bored at a party, let me know?” Nick said
“I’ll bear that in mind” Sparrow smiled and unlocked the door.
They emerged back in to an empty living room. From the bottom of the stairs, they could see light from the underneath of the closed master bedroom door and Sparrow had a pretty clear idea how that particular fight had ended. Lark and Rebecca were clearly still taking their time, and Sparrow checked his phone just in case. There was just one message in the group chat; Terry Jr letting them know Veronica was late leaving work so they are going to stop off for some ice cream before coming back about 20 minutes ago.
Sparrow thought about just going home, but remembered Lark had driven them all here and so would have the keys on him.
Instead he found a bottle of something resembling red wine and made himself comfortable on the sofa while he attempted to get drunk enough that he would miraculously be better at the game on his phone. Nick settled next to him once more, legs still thrown wide, this time pushed right up against Sparrow’s, who did not pull away. They shared swigs from the bottle while Nick found stupid YouTube videos for them to watch while they waited.
Grant and Marco were the first to appear, smiling and giggling as they walked sheepishly back in to the main room. Sparrow merely smiled at them and hoped they would get to stay this happy forever. Terry Jr and Veronica were next, and like absolute heroes had brought enough vegan ice cream for everyone, plus vodka and soda for alcoholic ice cream floats which definitely added to the idea this was a party.
Finally Lark and Rebecca re-entered the house through the back door, both quiet and conspiratorial. Unlike Sparrow and Nick, he could not see anything to give them away, but when she got close, the herbal cigarette smell was obvious under Rebecca’s perfume.
“Sorry about that, honey. Lark just wanted some advice, you know what he’s like. Did you boys have fun without us?”
Sparrow watched as Lark wound his arms round Nick’s back and kissed him deeply. He felt a stab of jealousy, but he wasn’t even sure who it was for now.
“Yeah, it was alright. Nick needed some help with something, but we sorted it.”
“Oh that sounds great. Hope you didn’t get in to any mischief”
“Nothing you wouldn’t do” Sparrow said quietly.