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“I need you to have sex with me.”
“Hello to you too, doll.”
The sun was too bright out today. Adam’s weather app had called for partially cloudy skies around this time, yet here he was, outside with the sun beating down on him and clear skies. He’d have to find a new app, but that would take time. He would have to make time in his schedule.
Nigel seemed to be dressed appropriately for the weather– a short-sleeved button-up and jeans compared to Adam’s sweater and dress pants. Maybe he could ask him what app he used.
“You didn’t answer my question.” Adam looked past Nigel and towards the entrance of their apartment building.
“Wasn’t exactly a question, now was it?” A grin was slowly creeping across Nigel’s face, something he attempted to hide with another drag of his cigarette. Adam scoffed, fingers tugging at the threads on the hem of his sweater.
“Will you have sex with me?”
“There we are.” Nigel chuckled, taking one last drag of his cigarette before dropping it to the ground and crushing it out. He seemed to take the moment to consider the offer. “This is a little out of nowhere.” Adam could recognize the joking tone in his voice; he was proud of himself, “Not even a date first.”
“It’s not like that.” Adam was quick to explain. Maybe, he thought, he should have led with that. “It’s an experiment.” He let his eyes flit over to Nigel. There were a couple moments of silence: Nigel just watching Adam, and Adam not quite looking into his eyes in return.
Nigel was obviously waiting for something more, something Adam couldn’t place. His face was frustratingly blank, save for a small quirk of his eyebrows. That could mean a lot of things, Adam thought, surprise, curiosity, he could just be tired-
“Why exactly are you experimenting, darling?” The small pet names no longer bothered Adam as they once had, coming to understand it was just how Nigel talked to him. When Nigel had first moved in, he had promised Adam that he spoke like that to anyone he enjoyed the company of, but so far Adam noticed he didn’t use the names with anyone else. Either way, the confusion finally clicked for Adam, relieved that it wasn’t an immediate rejection.
“Oh! Oh, well a woman at my workplace asked me to go to dinner with her. I think she was propositioning me, though. She did the thing you told me people do when they’re flirting, the thing where they touch a lot. I think you would be proud of me; I think I handled it well.” Adam smiled a little. He had been what he considered polite, and she didn’t seem offended. Nigel had been telling him since they first met that he was too blunt. Nigel seemed to consider this for a moment.
“Now what does this have to do with me and you having sex?” Nigel hummed, pointedly ignoring the glare of a woman as she walked past them into the building. Adam was starting to feel frustrated. Why couldn’t Nigel just understand? He clenched and unclenched his fists for a couple moments, letting out excess energy (as his father would say).
“I don’t want to have sex with her.” Adam huffed, as if that would explain everything. He only felt the frustration rise when Nigel’s expectant gaze persisted. “She’s very pretty. Beth was also very pretty, and I don’t think I really ever wanted to have sex with her either. Most men would want to have sex with pretty women, at least the way you talk about it, so that leads me to the conclusion that I’m either gay or something called asexual, according to my research.”
“So you want to have sex with me?” There was an amused lilt to Nigel’s words, one that was so evident that Adam didn’t even have to think about it to catch onto it. Or maybe, Adam considered, he was starting to pick up on his neighbour's mannerisms.
“Obviously. I’m asking you, aren’t I?” Adam practically scoffed, as if Nigel was being the dense one. “You’re a man in close proximity. I could find a random man,” Nigel seemed to tense at the suggestion, “but what if they kidnap me, or they want to be romantic, or they’re dirty, or I might have to explain this whole thing again, which would be tedious. I know you, you’re safe, and you have sex with a good number of people from what I can hear, so you must be good at it, plus you’re right next door. Not to mention I find you very attractive.”
Adam watched curiously as a light flush rose from Nigel’s neck to his ears.
“Think I’m handsome, do you?” Was all the older responded. Adam restrained himself from rolling his eyes.
“I don’t know what’s not coming across here. Yes. I said that. If I said it, one would assume that’s what I think.” He didn’t know how many more times he could go in this loop. Nigel just chuckled and looked away, thinking for a moment before turning back to Adam.
“Alright, I’ll have sex with you,” Nigel hummed evenly, pausing as he watched Adam perk up, smiling dumbly. Before Adam could get out a thank you , Nigel butted in again, “but I have a couple of requests.”
Adam groaned internally, smile falling from his face just as fast as it appeared. Couldn’t they just get this over with now? Regardless, he nodded, unwilling to let go of this opportunity.
“First of all, I want this to happen at my place.” Adam wanted to object, but Nigel raised a single finger to silence him. “I have lube and condoms in my room, and I don’t feel like carrying them over next door. Not very romantic, I think.” Nigel lowered his hand again, but Adam stayed silent, just giving another nod. He’d be fine in the other’s room, he supposed.
“Secondly, and I know this won’t be a problem for you, but I need you to communicate with me about how you’re feeling. As soon as you're uncomfortable you tell me and we either switch to something else or we stop. Don’t stay silent because you think I’ll be upset or because you’re too embarrassed. If you’re not having fun, I’m not having fun. Understood, sweetheart?” Nigel’s tone left no room for negotiation, eyes firm in their order. Adam felt himself relax a little, nodding easily.
“Okay, I can do those.” Adam hummed, going back to tugging on the loose threads of his sweater. “Anything else?” He wondered. Nigel thought for a moment before shaking his head.
“Come to my door tonight. Nine o'clock, since I know your tv shows-” “They’re documentaries-” “since your documentaries can run a bit long.”
Something about Nigel remembering his schedule made Adam’s chest warm in an almost alarming way, but he just nodded.
“Nine o’clock.” Adam repeated, thinking about the research and preparation he would have to do. Nigel smiled and shifted back up from his position leaning back against the wall.
“See you then, darling.” Nigel practically purred. He gave Adam a quick wink and walked back into the building, leaving the younger on the curb with a blush that rose up to his ears.
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Eight fifty-nine. Adam stared at the clock on his wall as the seconds went down. He had been standing in front of his door since eight fifty-five, waiting for exactly nine o’clock to leave and go down one door.
To his own annoyance, he could feel the tug of nervousness in the pits of his stomach. There was no reason to be scared, he had done an adequate amount of research during the day. He read articles on how best to prepare for sex with another man, and he had watched more than enough pornography.
Nine o'clock. No time to dwell on it. He opened his door, locked it behind him, walked the ten steps to Nigel’s door, and knocked five times. He took a moment to glance down at himself, inexplicably self-conscious about how he looked. He was still wearing his sweater and jeans that he was wearing earlier that day. Did Nigel want him to wear something more revealing? The people he sees Nigel bring home usually are.
He jumped a bit when the door opened, all insecurities thrown out the window as Adam saw the treasuring look in Nigel’s eyes as he looked the younger up and down. He was also wearing the same outfit from their encounter earlier that day, save for the top two buttons on his shirt now being undone.
“Gorgeous as ever, love.” Nigel grinned, moving out of the way. “Come in.”
Adam felt a blush rising to his cheeks, smiling and giving a small thank you nod before cautiously walking in. He had seen the inside of Nigel’s home only twice, and both times were from the hallway. Once when Nigel was moving in and he left the door open while he and a friend of his moved all of his furniture in, and the second time when he had to come over and ask if he could borrow his kettle.
Seeing it from afar did it no justice, though. Although the place was simple, it was filled with life and personality. Adam almost felt overwhelmed as he looked around.
“Like it?” Nigel came up behind him, looking around as well. “My friend Darko did most of the decorating.”
“My compliments, it looks lovely.” Adam said, voice quiet as he took in every single object. Nigel was standing so close that Adam practically felt his chuckle vibrate against his back.
“You met him for a moment. He’s the one that helped me move in.” Nigel explained, turning back to the shorter man. Adam could feel the eyes on the back of his head. He turned around to face Nigel, but before even a breath left his lips, the taller man leaned down to capture him into a tentative kiss.
Adam was frozen for a moment, eyes wide. He took a moment to remember why he was here, and just as Nigel began to pull away, he kissed back as best as he could, arms coming up to wrap around his neck. He could feel the other smirk against his lips before he wrapped his arms around the shorter’s waist.
Kissing a man wasn’t nearly as different as Adam thought it would be. Nigel’s lips were a tad more chapped than Beth’s were, but he was definitely a better kisser.
No, it was all quite similar, but what was throwing him off was how small he felt. Wrapped in Nigel’s arms and held tight against his chest, being led through the kiss like it was his first, it was odd. By the way his stomach fluttered and heat rose to his face, Adam supposed he didn’t dislike it.
Slowly, Nigel pulled away, Adam chasing the kiss for a moment longer. Nigel carefully looked over Adam’s face, trying to find any hint of apprehension. When he found none, he smiled and kissed his cheek.
“Before we go to the bedroom, I want to remind you that you need to tell me as soon as you’re uncomfortable. I’ll never be upset, lovely, not at you.” Nigel planted light kisses across Adam’s cheek and his forehead, thumbs massaging his hips lightly. Adam felt his heart flutter, eyes slipping shut at the onslaught of peppered kisses.
Under the nimble fingers and the reassuring words, he felt himself relax completely in the other’s hold, arms coming loose from Nigel’s neck, coming down to rest against his chest.
“Thank you…I promise.” He responded quietly, opening his eyes to see Nigel beaming at him.
“Are you ready to go to my room, or would you rather sit for a while and get used to the new space?” Nigel wondered, eyes once again searching Adam’s face for the slightest twitch.
Where Adam would usually feel discomfort under a scrutinising gaze, he only felt comfort as Nigel watched him. He rested his head against the taller man’s chest, taking a moment to close his eyes and listen to his heartbeat before humming.
“I’m ready to go to your room.” Maybe it was because the house encapsulated so much of Nigel’s presence, but Adam felt at ease in the apartment, like he had been here countless times. He took another moment to listen to the heartbeat before pushing himself away. “Lead the way.”
Nigel smiled and studied him for a second, hand coming up to push a loose strand of hair behind his ear. They stood like that for only a couple moments, but what felt like forever to Adam. The moment was broken as Nigel planted a quick kiss against Adam’s lips. He took one of the shorter’s hands and began leading him through the apartment.
While the layout was the same as Adam’s, it was still so different. Where Adam had textbooks and photo books about space, Nigel had fiction books and pictures of the places he had visited.
Unlike the brown and blue of Adam’s apartment, Nigel’s seemed to be a darker neutral with highlights of red here and there. He was so focused on taking in every nook and cranny, he hadn’t noticed they had finally arrived in the bedroom.
It wasn’t until there was a hand on his cheek and a small ‘Everything okay?’ from Nigel that he snapped out of it. He gave a quick nod and locked eyes with Nigel for only a moment before going back to looking around, this time a bit less intensely.
“Your apartment is just so… you . I don’t know. I can’t describe it.” Adam hummed. Even the layout was Nigel-esque, but he really couldn’t explain how . Nigel just chuckled in response, arms going back down to Adam’s waist, pulling him close.
“I’ll take that as a compliment?” Nigel wondered, fingers playing with the hem of Adam’s sweater.
“It is. I like you a lot, so by extension I like your home.” Adam clarified, once again turning his face back to Nigel, dragging his eyes across the older man’s different features. His stubbled jaw, his broad shoulders, the top two unbuttoned buttons of his shirt leaving his collarbone exposed- it all left a tingling sensation up his spine. He could just tell that Nigel was smiling. There was another brief moment where the two examined each other, orbiting around one another before their gravitational pulls eventually forced them to collide.
“So how much do you know? About sex between men, I mean.” Nigel wondered. If they really were orbiting each other, Nigel’s mass would be the larger one between the two of them. He had the stronger gravitational pull, therefore making first contact. The metaphor was falling apart in Adam’s mind, but he found he didn’t care much as he felt Nigel’s fingers carefully removing his sweater and t-shirt in one sweep of his hands. He placed them aside on the bed and let his hands move to wander up Adam’s sides, placing small kisses along his shoulder and neck.
Adam was grateful for the tenderness that was being exercised. That was one of his favourite sweaters, and he really didn’t want to disturb the mood by stopping and picking it off the floor if Nigel had thrown it. The chaste kisses also served to relax him, tilting his head to give Nigel’s lips more space to roam.
“Enough,” Adam’s voice was as calm as usual, despite the flush running from his face all the way down his chest, “it’s just…sex. I have a prostate though, and I heard that could be enjoyable, though some men aren’t sensitive there, did you know that? I was reading some articles earlier-” Adam stopped as he felt Nigel chuckle against his skin, a frown pinching the corners of his mouth, “Why are you laughing? I’m answering your question.” He sounded almost embarrassed. Nigel pulled away from Adam’s neck and moved his thumbs in small circles on the edge of his stomach.
“I love listening to you talk, darling, but why don’t you tell me about what you read after I fuck you? I’m a cuddler, you know, I’ll be more than happy to listen then.” Nigel’s smile was so genuine; Adam felt like he was missing something.
He also wasn’t too sure about the idea of cuddling up after sex. He had never enjoyed it with Beth, both sticky and covered in sweat, smelling pretty bad. The sex lasted as long as it was conventionally necessary, ended with both him and Beth relatively satisfied, and he liked his space to recover afterwards. He expected very little to be different with Nigel.
Still he gave a nod, looking beside Nigel’s head to his bedroom wall. I’m trying new things, he told himself. If he didn’t feel like cuddling afterwards, Nigel said he could always back out if anything. The reminder relaxed him, and he dragged his eyes from the wall to Nigel’s face, never quite looking in his eyes but more so examining his features.
Nigel seemed to notice, thumbs halting their ministrations as he pecked Adam’s lips, leading him into a slow and languid kiss. Adam felt a small tickle in the base of his stomach, closing his eyes and letting Nigel lead him through the motions. It was only a moment until Adam pulled away, shoulders tense and hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.
“I don’t know what to do with my hands,” Adam mumbled, a flame of embarrassment burning down his spine as he leaned into Nigel, hiding his face against the other’s chest. He smelled nice. He felt the vibrations of a deep chuckle as Nigel’s hands snaked together against his back, holding them together.
“Just hold onto me, darling, and if you can’t, then grip onto the bed sheets until you can,” Nigel’s smirk was evident without Adam even having to see his face, “speaking of, why don’t we move to the bed now? Would that be alright, love?”
Adam took a moment to assess himself before nodding. He removed his face from Nigel’s chest, turning his head to watch the bed behind him to make sure he didn’t trip as he was pushed backwards. When his legs hit the edge of bed he sat down, Nigel’s hands removing themselves from around his waist.
One of Nigel’s careful hands slid up to Adam’s chest, pushing him back so that he was laying down. As Nigel retreated, Adam scrambled to get his elbows underneath his shoulders so he could prop himself up.
Laying like this, Nigel looked very tall. The man was only a couple inches taller than him, truthfully, but as he stood at full height, looking down at Adam with an expression he could only place as hungry, well, Adam thought he looked like a giant.
This, for a reason Adam decided he would contemplate later, sent a shiver down his spine and heat to his abdomen. That was something new. The warm pit only intensified as Nigel sank to his knees in front of Adam, hands running up his thighs and making their way to his belt. Deft fingers began to work at the clasp before Adam shot a hand down to rest on top of Nigel’s.
“Wait- wait!”
Nigel stopped all movement very suddenly, Adam watching his hands as they moved away from his belt to rest on his thighs.
“What’s wrong? Do you want to stop?” Nigel’s voice was too sweet. Adam could feel the flush return down his neck as he continued to stare at his hands. They seemed unreasonably large against his thighs.
“No, no, definitely not,” he assured, bringing his arm back underneath him, “I just…I just think it’s unfair if I’m undressed and you’re fully clothed. I’d be more comfortable if you took at least something off.” Adam knew he was mumbling a bit, and he knew Nigel couldn’t stand mumbling, so it surprised him when he cautioned a glance to the other man and he saw a wide and soft smile.
“I was worried I had scared you off, doll,” Nigel sounded relieved as he stood up again, looking down at his shirt as he took it off one button at a time, “thank you for telling me what you want. What a good boy you are.”
Oh.
Adam could practically feel the blood rushing down from his head, dick twitching in his now too-tight jeans. He must have let out a noise with the way that Nigel paused on the last button, grinning slowly as he looked back up at Adam’s face.
“You like that? Being called a good boy? My good boy?” Nigel practically cooed, the last button of his shirt coming loose as he let it drop to the floor. Adam heard the noise he made this time, an embarrassing keen from the base of his throat, practically a whine.
He had heard Beth make noises like that, but he had assumed her’s were probably leaning into theatrics. The sex they had was fine. A warm body to satisfy, and it seemed to make Beth happy. Adam had treated it like any other chore: scheduled and efficient.
This, though. This was different. Maybe, he thought, she hadn’t been exaggerating. A real heat ran through Adam’s body, head heavy with something he couldn’t quite place. This feeling only worsened as Nigel crawled on top of him, arms on either side of Adam’s head.
“Such a fucking good boy for me, baby.” Nigel’s voice was dripping with honey, and Adam felt like he was drowning. He rubbed his thighs together in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure against his cock, only managing to bite back a moan as he rubbed himself just right. Nigel’s deep chuckle only added to the feeling of suffocation.
The words on the tip of Adam’s tongue never saw the light of day as Nigel crushed him in a kiss. His eyes slipped shut just in time for one of Nigel’s hands to cup his cheek gently, a stark contrast to the rough kiss. The soft touch was short lived, though, the grip tightening as Nigel sat up, keeping them locked together.
Nigel’s weight on Adam’s lap alongside the rough but methodic kiss was trance-like, making Adam jump when he felt a small lick to his bottom lip. Permission. He’s asking for permission.
The thought almost made him laugh. This brick wall of a man, sitting on Adam’s lap, asking for permission to, effectively, shove his tongue down his throat. Maybe he just wasn’t accustomed to it. Beth had never done such a thing, kissing him as she pleased. He had never minded, but he was quickly coming to the conclusion that he enjoyed Nigel’s method much more.
Adam let his lips part slowly, almost nervous. He could feel the twitch of Nigel’s lips against his own, no doubt holding back a small smirk. The thought of Nigel being so put together and aware, while Adam himself felt like his insides were seeping through his seams, it made a thrill run through his body, hips bucking up against Nigel’s.
Both Adam and Nigel groaned into the kiss, hips beginning to move together through their tented jeans. While Adam’s hands found purchase against Nigel’s waist, fingers gripping hard against the scarred yet tender flesh, Nigel’s hands shot down between them to work at Adam’s belt.
It wasn’t an easy task; between the messy kiss, the grinding of their hips, and the sweet noises that Adam wasn’t even aware he was making, Nigel’s mind swam, fingers fumbling against the belt. As soon as it was unlatched, he tugged it through the loops, throwing it to the side of the bed alongside Adam’s sweater. Adam couldn’t have cared less where it landed at this point, brain practically melting through his ears.
Nigel slowly pulled away from Adam, leaving a couple of sloppy kisses against his neck before standing up. Adam heard the noise he made that time, a pathetic whine as his hips bucked up to chase after the other’s. In return, Nigel ran his calloused fingers through Adam’s hair for a moment, the smaller leaning into the feeling of the blunt nails scraping against the sensitive skin of his scalp.
“Now, angel, why don’t you take your pants off and lay down for me?” Nigel’s voice was heavy with lust and Adam shivered as his cock twitched in his pants. He was quick to oblige, hands fumbling with the button of his jeans so much that he barely noticed Nigel taking off his pants as well.
Adam only looked up from his own pant-wrestling when he heard the heavy material hit the floor. His movement faltered when he saw Nigel, jeans kicked to rest with his shirt on the floor, boxers barely hiding anything.
He was big, Adam could tell that much. He himself wasn’t small by any means, but this?
“See something you like, love?” Nigel’s chuckle snapped Adam out of his trance. If the men in the pornos he watched could do it, so could he.
All he could do was nod, shifting around until his pants and boxers were finally off. He leaned down to pick them up, taking off his socks at the same time. He tossed the small mass of clothes to the very end of the bed with the rest of his stuff. He could tell Nigel was watching him, dragging his eyes from beauty mark to beauty mark across his skin.
“See something you like?” Adam mocked, flush rising up his body as he scooted back on the bed to rest against the headboard. He glanced back up to see Nigel smiling with such warmth and fondness that Adam once again felt thrown off-guard.
“Yeah, I do.” Nigel hummed, climbing into bed and kneeling between Adam’s legs. Adam scoffed and looked away, pulling his knees up to his chest out of embarrassment. Nigel only chuckled in return, hands coming up to Adam’s knees and slowly spreading them apart. Just as Adam began to feel embarrassed, sharp brown eyes taking in every nook and cranny, Nigel let out a low and pleased hum.
“You’re gorgeous, love. You know that?” Nigel practically purred, hands running from Adam’s knees, up the length of his thighs, to run up his sides slowly. Adam’s hips twitched with the touch, cock leaking uselessly against his stomach.
He didn’t even know how to answer, too aware of himself and how he probably looked at that moment. Body flushed, back framed by pillows, legs hiked up and spread open by Nigel's body. He looked shameless.
There were a couple moments of silence as Nigel ran his thumbs across the expanse of Adam’s waist before pulling his hands away, leaning over to his bedside drawer to no doubt fish out lube.
“I’m giving you another chance to back out doll, before we do anything too real.” Nigel hummed, producing lube as expected, coming back to rest easily between Adam’s legs. Adam considered it, body feeling aflame, a low pit of embarrassment blending seamlessly with the heat in his stomach.
“I’d never dream of it…” Adam mumbled, distracted as he watched Nigel smile and pop open the cap, readying three fingers.
“Lay yourself down and spread your legs for me, darling.” Nigel hummed, tossing the lube to the side for later.
Adam did as instructed, shuffling down on the bed until only his head rested against the pillows. He hiked his knees up to his chest again, spreading them open so he could look at Nigel. Nigel took another moment to look Adam over, seemingly trying to memorise every line and curve of his body.
“Fucking perfect, love.” Nigel said, almost breathless. One hand rested against Adam’s ass, the other slowly teetering down as he ran his fingers lightly over Adam’s hole.
Adam whimpered, thighs twitching. The feeling was colder than expected, but he quickly forced his body to relax again, not wanting Nigel to think he was nervous.
“Don’t- Don’t tease…” Adam huffed, looking down to where Nigel’s hand was rubbing circles into his thigh. Nigel responded with a non-comical hum, slowly pushing one of his large fingers in.
Adam gasped, the noise slowly morphing into a groan as it pushed deeper and deeper until Nigel’s knuckle finally met his rim. It didn’t feel like much, but it burned in a wholly new way. He knew that it was just one finger, maybe two or three inches deep, but he already felt a little full.
A groan from Nigel’s lips grounded Adam again, looking up to the other man’s face.
“You’re so fucking tight, baby. Such a dream for me.” Nigel practically whispered, veneration dripping from every word. Adam felt his stomach roll with heat, dick twitching embarrassingly against his stomach for the both of them to see.
Nigel grinned and, with his free hand, pulled one of Adam’s legs over his shoulder. He kissed and bit at the skin of his calve as he slowly began thrusting his finger.
Adam huffed and laid his head back, getting used to the feeling slowly. There was a moment where he stared at the ceiling, but it didn't take long for him to look back at Nigel, only to be met with such an intense stare that Adam’s body froze up. Nigel only cooed and turned to kiss at his leg again, never looking away from him.
Adam felt like he couldn’t look away, like he had to keep looking into Nigel’s eyes. They were very pretty, pupils blown leaving a small ring of amber at its edges. He became so distracted that he barely noticed when Nigel began slipping in a second finger. It wasn’t until the two fingers got down to their knuckles that Adam threw his head back with a groan, leg over Nigel’s shoulder tensing and pulling him closer.
It didn’t hurt so much as it stung. It was an uncomfortable stretch, slowly pulling out and pushing back in, careful as they spread apart.
“You alright down there, love?” Nigel asked as he thrust his fingers in a bit harder. Adam whined, writhing below him. The pain was quickly relenting to a soft buzz, a quiet hum of electricity that crawled up his spine.
“Y-yeah- yeah all good, feels good.” Adam panted out in response, gripping the sheets below him. He squirmed against the fingers, groaning softly.
Even with his eyes closed he could feel Nigel’s eyes on him, watching every facial expression. It made his body flush more, hips bucking back at the thought of being so scrutinised, of being so vulnerable under someone else’s hands.
Nigel’s free hand slipped from Adam’s calve, Adam tensing his leg a bit to keep it in place while the hand slowly slid down his leg, gripping at Adam’s thigh carefully, fingers speeding up.
“You’re so handsome, darling. Every part of you is beautiful. Your thighs were just made for me to grab, huh? Made for me to bite and kiss.” Nigel hummed, grip becoming a little stronger. Adam let out a low moan, trembling a little. His mind felt foggy, and he felt surrounded by Nigel. His cologne clung to every surface, seeped into the sheets and pillows he was being encompassed by.
Nigel smiled and his fingers slowed again, prodding about as they looked for something. Adam was about to complain, about to whine and squirm on his fingers and beg when he felt electricity shoot up his body.
His back arched off the bed and his hips bucked back against Nigel’s fingers involuntarily. The moan he made would have brought many to shame. Adam felt as though he were melting away, fingers shaking as he gripped the sheets until his knuckles turned white.
“Nigel-!”
His voice was high and airy, struggling to get words out. He felt Nigel’s still-clothed cock twitch against the back of his thigh, Nigel letting out a groan.
“Fucking gorgeous, baby. So fucking perfect for me. Taking my fingers so well, such a good boy.” Nigel cooed, slipping a third finger in without Adam even noticing. His fingers were still slow, but they became unrelenting, grinding against his prostate slowly. The smaller man’s body twitched helplessly, moans slipping freely from his lips.
Adam used one of his hands to grip the back of his knee on his leg against Nigel’s chest, pulling his leg up higher to try and get the fingers inside of him deeper.
“Nigel! Nigel- please please please I’m ready, please- I need you- ah- I need you now Nigel-” Adam rambled, back arching and hips squirming to get his fingers deeper. Nigel huffed, speeding up his fingers a bit more.
“Baby, as much as I would love nothing more, you need more prep. I won’t fit.” Nigel said, attempting to act unaffected by the man practically begging underneath him. Adam only moaned at the words.
“ No- No I’m okay I can take you- please-” Adam could feel the tears burning in his eyes. He felt like he was being consumed, like he was being pulled right to the edge with no reprieve.
He tried to look up at Nigel but he felt cross-eyed, Nigel’s face blurry and out of focus. He could still make out what he thought was apprehension, eyebrows knit together almost nervously. The only word that Adam could conjure in his fog-addled brain was cute.
“Love, I really think you need more prep-”
“Nigel, now.” Adam grit out, interrupting whatever safety-hazard list Nigel was going to spew out. Nigel’s fingers slowed to a stop, Adam groaning out in desperation. He felt eyes on his face again, no doubt looking for any sign of doubt.
After a couple moments of searching, Adam felt more than he saw Nigel shrug, leg almost falling off of his shoulder as he did so.
“If you think you’re ready, then you’re ready.” Nigel hummed, carefully pulling his fingers out with a wet noise that had Adam keening. Nigel was gentle about moving Adam’s leg off of his shoulder, resting it on the bed. As he did so, Adam released the death-grip he had on the leg that had been pulled up to his chest, letting it move down to rest with the other on the bed.
Nigel slowly slid back from Adam, the younger of the two propping himself up again excitedly as the older began to slide off the last piece of clothing keeping the two of them apart. Nigel chuckled and paused as he got his thumbs hooked under the elastic band.
“Excited, huh?” He grinned, Adam groaning in frustration at the pause.
“Yes! Yes, I’m excited Nigel. Will you please take your underwear off?” Adam huffed out, sounding bratty even to himself. He didn’t miss the twitch of Nigel’s cock still trapped in his underwear, his own body shuttering in response. Nigel let out a small scoff, smiling now.
“Whatever you want, beautiful. This is your night, after all, and who am I to say no to you?” With that, Nigel pushed his boxers down. It took him a moment to shuffle them off before throwing them to the ground with the rest of his clothes.
Adam felt his heart drop slightly. Fuck. Fuck. Nigel was big. Very, very big. Much bigger than three fingers could adequately prepare him for. All of the brashness Adam had built up over the evening was drained in an instant, but his body still seemed interested if the rush of heat in his lower abdomen had anything to say about it.
His whole body shivered and his hips bucked slightly despite the new round of nerves that coursed through him, mouth drying up any words he had readied. Nigel shuffled forward again, pressing his hips flush to Adam’s ass, letting their cocks sit next to each other on Adam’s stomach.
Adam paled a bit. Nigel’s dick made him seem small, almost reaching up to his bellybutton. As if Nigel felt the tension in the air, he leaned down to press soft kisses against Adam’s face.
“If you don’t feel comfortable we can go back to prep. I don’t mind. I was serious when I told you this was your night.” Nigel comforted, one of his hands coming up to slowly card through Adam’s hair. In response, Adam leaned into the touch, closing his eyes as he took a deep and steading breath. It was a couple moments before he spoke.
“I’m okay. I’m ready. Just,” Adam took a moment to pry his eyes open again and look down between their two bodies, eyeing Nigel’s cock leaking and resting heavy on his stomach, “just go slow,” he finished. He felt almost embarrassed when Nigel chuckled, pecking his lips and planting kisses all across his cheeks.
“I’ll always be gentle with you, darling. Always for you.” Nigel cooed, pecking his lips once more before sitting up again.
Adam collapsed onto the bed again, letting his arms sprawl out as he took a moment to relax. He rested one of his arms over his eyes, focusing on his breathing as he heard Nigel lean back over to his drawer. Adam turned his head slightly, glancing at what the other was doing from under his arm. He seemed to be searching for something.
“What’re you looking for?” Adam’s voice was not as steady as he wanted it to be, making brief eye contact as Nigel’s eyes darted towards him before returning to the drawer.
“Condom.” Was all he responded. Adam found comfort in the fact that Nigel’s voice also seemed affected by their actions. Still he removed his arm from his face, turning his face fully towards the other man.
“Don’t worry about it.” Adam said, watching curiously as Nigel’s movements came to an abrupt stop. He couldn’t understand why a shiver ran up Nigel’s body. Maybe he was nervous, Adam considered. “I’m clean, if that’s what you’re worried about. I trust you are too.” Finally Nigel turned to look at Adam. He looked breathless.
“You…Doll,” Nigel’s mouth felt like sandpaper, Adam could practically see the thoughts running behind his eyes. “Fuck, are you sure?” It was almost like he thought Adam was trying to prank him, as if that was something he would ever consider doing. Adam shrugged and laid back down, dragging his knees up to his chest once more, spreading them apart as he looked Nigel over.
“I wanna feel you. Get the full experience, skin on skin I guess.” Adam said non-comically. Another far more visible shiver ran through Nigel’s body, eyes practically boring holes into Adam’s skin as he took in every millimetre of him. Adam couldn’t help but think Nigel was trying to memorise how he looked, the idea making him blush.
“Well? We can use one if you-”
“No, fuck, baby, no no if that’s what you want,” Nigel leaned back over quickly, shuffling to get comfortable again between Adam’s thighs, hands coming down ro run up and down his thighs, “if that’s what you want, I’m more than happy to not use a condom.” Nigel was grinning wolfishly, staring down at Adam as though the boy were his final meal.
It was Adam’s turn to shiver this time, nodding. Little else but huffs were exchanged between the two as Nigel tugged one of Adam’s legs over his shoulder once more, quietly telling him to wrap the other leg around his waist when he needed to.
Adam watched nervously as Nigel reached back for the lube once more. It was a quick process, popping the cap open and wetting his cock with a small grunt of barely-there relief. The noise had Adam’s stomach rolling with heat, flushed from the tips of his ears down to his chest.
One of Nigel’s hands came back up to hold Adam’s propped-up leg, the other guiding himself to Adam’s entrance. He rubbed his tip against his hole for a couple moments, drawing a small groan from the both of them.
“Ready, love?” Nigel asked, voice unusually soft as he stared down at himself against Adam. Adam took a moment to relax his body as best he could, hands gripping the sheets tightly as he sucked in a deep breath and nodded.
“Yeah, go ahead.” Adam whispered, spreading his free leg wider. It felt like pressure at first, hole still too tight to welcome the intrusion freely, but as soon as the tight ring of muscle relented, Adam choked out.
Nigel’s tip popped in with minimal effort, Adam whining high into the air while Nigel groaned loudly, holding back from sheathing himself in one go. The younger’s eyes closed tight, focusing on keeping his body as relaxed as possible.
Much to Adam’s relief, Nigel didn’t make a move to push in any further, giving him time to get used to his new state of fullness. After a moment the younger man nodded, rolling his hips as a silent go-ahead. Nigel didn’t move immediately, taking a moment more so for his sake than Adam’s.
It was a snail’s pace, but Adam felt every centimetre. His body twitched every now and then, panting loudly, eyes half-lidded as he tried to look down between the two of them. After what felt like hours, but was probably less than a minute in actuality, Nigel paused, just over half way in. Adam hadn’t noticed the older man panting as well, the ceaseless pressure inside of him blurring out all of his other senses.
“You’re so fucking tight, baby.” Nigel practically whined, hands gipping into the plush of Adam’s skin around his waist. Adam let out a small whimper, head falling back against the pillow again. The skin that was being gripped would probably bruise, Adam thought for a moment. He quickly decided he didn’t care, rolling his hips as Nigel gripped a little tighter.
“Nigel- ah- Nigel c’mon,” Adam was barely aware of what he was asking for, body warm with want and need. With the way Nigel’s hips bucked forward another inch, punching a moan out of the both of them, Adam considered his begging a success.
“Fuck, baby, sorry- fuck, you’re so pretty and warm, so so perfect for me, my beautiful good boy.” Nigel leaned down, pressing the two of them chest to chest. The new position only increased the feeling of pressure in Adam’s stomach, something he didn’t entirely mind.
As Nigel’s lips grazed his jugular, Adam tilted his head to the side lazily. The older man kissed and nipped where he knew any marks left behind would be covered by a shirt, slowly canting his hips back to pull out slowly. Before Adam could complain or whine too much, Nigel slid back in, going deeper than he was before.
Adam felt a shiver run though his entire body, letting out a low moan. His free leg came up to wrap around Nigel’s waist. With the more-than-positive reaction, Nigel began to thrust slowly, pushing deeper and deeper with every thrust in until his hips were flush with Adam’s ass.
Once Nigel was fully sheathed, he paused. Adam thought he could feel Nigel in his throat. Logically, he knew that wasn’t possible, but fuck if it didn’t feel like it. He didn’t even realise he was making noise until Nigel groaned, hips bucking as he nudged himself impossibly deeper. The older man left sloppy kisses and bites along Adam’s collarbone, panting hotly against his skin.
“Fuck, baby, you sound so good. Such pretty noises for me, so so lovely. So handsome, such a good boy, such a fucking good boy.” Nigel’s voice was strained and low, rolling his hips slowly. Adam felt dizzy, thoughts hazy and far away.
He came crashing back down again as Nigel slid a hand between the two of them, pressing down just right against Adam’s abdomen. Suddenly Nigel felt much, much bigger inside of him. The two groaned loudly, Adam squirming and letting out punched out gasps as he attempted to roll his hips just right with Nigel’s.
“So big, Nigel- Nigel- you feel so good, you’re so deep, so big- ah- please move, please please make me feel good, I wanna feel good- wanna make you feel good, wanna be your good boy-” Adam hardly registered what he said as the words left his mouth, but it didn’t seem to matter.
Nigel responded quickly by pulling half-way out, the hand squished between them slithering out to rest against Adam’s waist, the other coming up to grip the thigh pressed tight between their chests. The movement left Adam feeling deliciously empty for only a moment before Nigel thrust back in with such a sharp intensity that it had the both of them moaning loudly.
“C’mon Nigel- please please move please I’m ready, Nigel-” Adam choked on the rest of his sentence as Nigel gave another quick and deep thrust, hands shooting up from the sheets to cling to Nigel’s back, gripping hard enough that he was sure he was pinching the other’s skin.
Adam almost started begging again, but Nigel seemed to have read his mind. The thrusts slowly picked up in frequency, Nigel pulling out further and further each time just to slam himself back in in one smooth motion. Adam felt the thrusts vibrate through his spine, Nigel’s weight on top of him being the only thing keeping him from slamming into the headboard as the pace continued to pick up speed.
“Adam, oh fuck- my beautiful boy, so fucking good, so fucking tight for me,” Nigel huffed out between low moans and grunts, still far too gentle in his movements for Adam’s liking. The younger responded with a loud whine, bucking his hips back as best as he could.
“Faster Nigel- Harder please, please I’ll be so good, you’re so good, faster please,” Adam felt tears pick his eyes, moans and short grunts tumbling from his lips as Nigel complied, “Want you to use me, please, please I wanna make you feel good, make you feel so so good, please Nigel, don’t hold back,” He felt himself beam with pride as his words had Nigel’s thrusts stuttering, grip becoming so tight Adam could feel the twinge of his dull nails digging into his skin.
Nigel moved in a blur after that, sitting up quickly while still nestled deep inside of Adam. Both of the older’s hands ran across Adam’s skin to grip the underside of his knees, shoving them up against Adam’s chest near his ears.
The movement forced Adam’s hands away from Nigel’s back, returning to gripping the bed sheets tightly. Nigel seemed to only take a split second to take in the sight of Adam’s (no doubt) debauched state before giving a shallow thrust.
Adam’s back arched with a choked-off moan, brain-fog lifting for just a moment due to the utter intensity. Nigel was filling him to the brim, stuffed so deep inside of him that Adam was sure he was dreaming. There was no possible way that he could be so deep.
Nigel’s sheer size meant that he couldn’t miss Adam’s prostate if he tried. With each deeper and deeper thrust that Nigel gave, Adam could feel himself coming further and further undone.
“Baby- ah- fuck- Doll I wish you could see yourself-” Nigel cut himself off with an especially hard thrust, making Adam cry out as his pace became faster and rougher, “Fuck sweetheart you look so good, falling apart on my cock so beautifully- shit-” Nigel shoved Adam’s legs higher up his chest as he leaned more weight forward.
Adam could swear he was being folded in half, a hot-flash coursing through his body as he was manhandled. His cock twitched hopelessly against his stomach as he thought about how strong Nigel really was, how his neighbour could just pick him up and pin him down at his own whim.
Another whimper clawed its way from Adam’s throat, abdomen soaked in his own pre. There was a level of heat and arousal racing through his veins that he was sure he had never felt before, not with himself and definitely not with Beth.
“Nigel,” Adam cut himself off with a wet gasp that nearly sounded like a sob. Tears began to run freely down his face, warming his already burning cheeks.
He tried over and over to get words out, but all were cut off with gasps and moans and thrusts punching the air out of his lungs. It didn’t help when Nigel leaned back down, forcing Adam’s cock to grind between their stomachs with every movement.
“C’mon, doll, what’d you want, tell me baby, fuck- let me hear you, wanna hear you cry for me,” Nigel grunted next to Adam’s ear, marking up his neck as he saw fit. With the new proximity Adam could hear every groan, whine, and moan from the older man.
There was fire coursing through his every vein and Adam wasn’t sure if he could think anymore. He wrapped his arms back around Nigel’s neck and clawed into his skin to ground himself, letting out another sob as the tears continued to flow. It felt too good, he thought, this couldn’t be real, he had to be imagining it.
“Kiss-” Adam tried, voice weak and cracking. “Please- Nigel- Nigel kiss me-” before he could continue his, what he considered, pathetic begging, Nigel captured his lips in a shockingly tender kiss. With anyone else, Adam thinks he would have felt thrown off, but something about it was just so Nigel.
They moved together easily, Adam’s nails clawing angry red lines up Nigel’s back, while Nigel’s cut crescent shaped dents into the spot between Adam’s knees and his thighs.
Adam didn’t know how much time passed, whether it be seconds or minutes or hours. Nigel would pull away periodically to maul at the younger man’s neck, grunting out sweet nothings into the space between them, just to return to the kiss moments later.
The bites and kisses left Adam moaning so loud that he was hit with a second of clarity, worrying about their neighbours and the noise complaints they may get, before being consumed by a blissful fog once more.
The knot in his abdomen burned up his stomach and into his throat, eyes rolling back as he pulled away from Nigel’s searching mouth. He was close, he knew he was, and by the way Nigel’s thrusts were turning a bit more sporadic, he could tell that he was too.
A sudden thought hit Adam that had his back arching. He felt like he was dying, like he would die if Nigel didn’t fill him to the brim. He needed to feel Nigel for days to come, something to remind him of this feeling that he didn’t want to end.
Adam started bucking his hips back with every thrust, grinding his weeping cock between the two of them as best he could. He needed to ask, to beg . He attempted to speak but it came out as moans and cracks, simple ‘Nigel’s and ‘please’s being punched out of him.
He felt an immediate surge of panic that he wouldn’t get the message across fast enough, that Nigel would pull out and waste his spend between their stomachs. The panic seemed to kick his mind into gear, as the words began flooding out of him like a broken faucet.
“Inside- Nigel- Nigel please please please I need it inside please- ” he practically sobbed out. His moans were loud and unabashed, claws raking down the taller’s back in a way that only seemed to spur Nigel on, pressing wet kisses and pinching bite-marks anywhere he could reach.
“Fuck, baby you sound so pretty, so pretty begging for me- fuck I’m gonna mark you up from the inside, fill you to the brim, păpușa mea frumoasă, you’re so pretty for me, begging for me like such a fucking good boy -” Nigel’s accent was heavy, words barely comprehensible. Adam was sure that if he were in a clearer headspace he could piece together the long string of words, maybe even understand one or two of the Romanian words he had picked up from Nigel in their time as neighbours, but all his mind could register was that he had agreed . This revelation sparked a new fire in Adam’s core, pulling him taut and taking him apart bit by bit.
“Please Nigel, so good, you’re so good please I can feel you so deep please I wanna be so full, want you in me for weeks, don’t wanna forget how good you feel-” The words forced a shiver down Nigel’s body, hips stuttering as he slipped one of his hands from the smaller’s knee, down between their two bodies, large hand wrapping around Adam’s neglected cock with ease. The leg fell from its spot against Adam’s shoulder, quickly finding purchase around Nigel’s waist.
Adam could swear there was ringing in his ears, unable to breath as he felt his body tense, coming across Nigel’s hand and both of their chests. He barely registered as some of it hit his chin, back arching off the bed and nails digging into Nigel’s shoulders so hard that he swore he could feel the warm pulse of blood against his finger tips.
His mind was a pathetic mess, body alight like a live wire. He vaguely felt the hand leave his dick, gripping at his hip. Nigel used the new leverage to tug Adam back against him, fucking himself deeper and deeper.
Nigel didn’t slow down once Adam began to come down from his high, though. Instead his grunting and moaning became louder as he panted against Adam’s neck, fingers pressing into his side so hard that they would no doubt leave bruises for days to come.
Adam’s body began to twitch under him, each thrust pushing another drawn out whine from the younger’s throat. He felt like he was on fire, body burning up as he fell from the orbit of his high. Adam whimpered and squirmed beneath him, oversensitive cock being milked between them.
“Nigel please- ”
That was all it took.
Nigel let out a choked “Adam-” before he pushed himself as deep as he could get, practically bending Adam in half as he came. He ground his hips in, trying to fuck his cum impossibly further into the brunet. Adam’s dick twitched as he felt the heat rush hopelessly deep inside of him, choking on air as Nigel’s ministrations wouldn’t stop, no doubt riding out his own high.
Adam could feel his own body twitching, panting loudly. His mind was pleasantly blank, a low buzz thrumming through his veins. His body didn’t cool as quickly as it did when he had sex with Beth, even after some of their “better ” romps.
The warmth lingered, and as Nigel slowly pulled out, straining a whine from Adam’s throat, he wasn’t cold for long. Nigel collapsed on top of Adam, covering him like a blanket with his head on Adam’s chest.
There was silence for a moment, taking a moment for both men’s breathing to evening out. Adam slowly brought his hand up to scratch through Nigel’s hair, much like he would scratch a dog’s head. He felt a warmth in his chest as Nigel seemed to lean into the touch, relaxing further into him.
This wasn’t like cuddling with Beth. Maybe it was Nigel’s weight, or maybe it was the chemicals rushing through his body after what was most definitely the best sex of his life, but there was something so different, so inherently pleasant, about cuddling like this with Nigel.
“I can’t imagine that you’re enjoying lying there.” Adam muttered, voice so strained it actually made him wince. He could feel his cum squishing between the two of them, and honestly it wasn’t a feeling he much enjoyed. He couldn’t imagine it was much nicer for Nigel, just making himself dirty for no reason.
“If it meant hearing your heartbeat like this, doll? I would lay in pigshit.” Nigel turned his face up to Adam, forcing the hand in his hair to retreat down to rest on his back. His voice wasn’t much better, but it still made Adam’s heart leap, blood returning to his face.
“You can’t mean that.”
“I’ve never been more serious.” Nigel grinned and leaned up, slowly pulling Adam into a slow kiss. Adam closed his eyes, leaning into the lazy makeout.
He practically whined when Nigel slowly pulled away. He opened his eyes, about to protest, but the words died in his throat when he saw that look again in Nigel’s eyes. It was somehow more loving and adoring than before. His heart wrenched in his chest, something warm blooming deep inside of him.
“Why do you keep looking at me like that?” Adam practically whispered, hand trailing up from Nigel’s back to his jaw, carefully cradling his face. Adam felt the urge to kiss him again when he felt Nigel lean into the hand, the older man’s eyes fluttering closed.
The silence stretched on between them, Adam running his thumb over Nigel’s cheekbone as they both cooled down. The stickiness was really becoming uncomfortable and Adam felt the exhaustion slowly seep into his bones. Just as he was about to complain, Nigel cut him off.
“Dinner.” Was all he said, Adam taking a moment to process the word. His thumb stopped stroking Nigel’s cheek as he thought.
Nigel did not seem to enjoy the sudden stop to his ministrations, cracking his eyes open and looking up at Adam.
“I want to have dinner. With you.” He clarified.
Now Adam was sure all the blood had returned to his face, blushing deeply as his eyes widened.
“What?”
“You don’t have to, I mean if you just want sex I’m okay with that-” Nigel was very quickly cut off.
“No. Stop. What? I thought this was just something quick for you. You know, like all the other people you bring back.” Adam mumbled. It was true, he hadn’t expected much out of this, but the sudden pinched-brow frown that Nigel gave him made him feel like he was missing something very, very obvious. Although it was a feeling he knew well, he still didn’t like it.
“Doll,” Nigel reached his clean- well, cleaner- hand up to push some strands of hair stuck to Adam’s forehead from his face, “I wouldn’t have agreed if that’s all this was to me.” He mumbled in a tone of voice that Adam had never heard him use before.
It felt too raw, too open and vulnerable for the man Adam came to know before him. It made his heart do something funny. Something he thought it did when he was with Beth.
Adam sat in silence for a moment as it dawned on him. Yes, he asked Nigel to do this because it was convenient, but he had also ignored the possible cons that could have come out of this. The possibility of failure and its consequences could have been much worse than the positives, but he had completely ignored them.
Yes, he trusted Nigel, but Adam began to realise it was more than that. He trusted Nigel more than anyone, more than Harlan. It was more than that, something much deeper, something that made his heart leap and his mood brighten every time he saw the mysterious Romanian next door.
He was in love with Nigel.
The silence continued for a moment as Adam let the realisation wash over him, the two of them staring at each other as the words floated around them.
“I want it to be more than just sex…” Adam mumbled. He had meant to say it with more conviction, but the sudden rush of emotions and the happy chemicals from his not-so-long-past orgasm were doing something funny to his brain.
It didn’t matter though, the soft smile that Nigel gave- one that Adam now recognised as loving- made all the anxiety from his confession disappear.
“You didn’t answer my question, love.” Nigel hummed, leaning up so that their mouths were centimetres away from each other. Adam felt a small grin crawl up his face.
“Wasn’t exactly a question, now was it?”