Page 69 of Seal the Deal
“I know that,” Nicholas snaps.
If things were the way he wanted, Andrew would be back on the goddamn couch, ignoring the entire world and only paying attention tohim.
“Be a good boy and tell me where the keys are.”
“Fuck you.”
“That is not being a good boy,” Andrew laughs.
“Well newsflash,” Nicholas says, using Andrew’s words against him, “I’m not a good boy.”
“I don’t know about that,” Andrew says, sobering. “You seem like a pretty good man to me.”
That genuine praise is more than Nicholas deserves or can handle.
“Keys are in the gold bowl by the front door,” he says. “I’m gonna piss.”
“Thanks so much for that extra information,” Andrew deadpans.
Nicholas waits until Andrew is walking away to slide from the couch, his erection painfully obvious as he makes his way to the bathroom off the living room. He has no need to piss, but he sure as shit needs something, his arousal higher than ever after spending nearly two hours so close to Andrew. His behavior at the end did Nicholas in, and as he shoves his pants down and wraps a hand around his dick, all he thinks about are brown eyes and dark hair.
Knowing Andrew is distracted, but will be back, he doesn’t bother dragging it out or teasing himself. If anything, his strokes are hard and fast—desperate in a way he rarely is. Usually it’s other people tripping over themselves to get a chance with Nicholas, who is more than happy to oblige, but this need in him, the images of Andrew’s intense stare or soft tummy have Nicholas aching. He wishes he had lube, something to soften the touch. He hates jerking off dry, but there’s no way he’s going tospend the rest of the day sporting a hard on without a pillow to hide under.
Faster than he expects, he hears Andrew’s voice in the living room, too low to make out the words but loud enough to remind Nicholas that Andrew is here. Just outside this door, he’s wearing Nicholas’s clothes, smelling like Nicholas. The thought breaks something in his brain as he comes without warning, shooting his load over the counter and making a mess of his own hand.
The release is intense, but the relief is not. Nicholas frowns at his reflection in the mirror before quickly cleaning up and washing his hands.
Making his way out of the bathroom, he finds that Andrew is still on the phone, and judging by the expression on his face and the way he’s tapping his fingers on his thigh, he’s not happy about it.
“I told you I’m fine. I know I need to explain, and I will—” he pauses when he catches sight of Nicholas, offering a tight smile that is nothing like the one he granted him before. Nicholas decides he hates whoever is on the phone. “Later.”
The voice on the other side of the phone is obnoxiously loud even though he’s not on speaker phone, and Nicholas can make out every word. “Now, Annie.”
“No.” Andrew sighs. There’s a hunch in his shoulders and a tightness in his body that wasn’t there before, one that had been washed away by the sound of the sea and his home clothes and a movie. Nicholas doesn’t like it.
“Annie,” the other person intones.
“Look, I’ll call you tonight I promise, just—” Andrew pauses, eyes on Nicholas. “I’ll explain later.”
“Fuck later, I want to know right now.”
“I’ve got to go, Charlie. I love you.”
“Don’t you dare hang up on me, Andrew King.”
“I’m hanging up,” Andrew says, ignoring the way the other person, Charlie apparently—the twin brother then—shouts.
“Charlie’s a little—” Andrew starts, then trails off.
“Annoying,” Nicholas finishes, throwing himself on the couch next to Andrew, perhaps closer than is strictly necessary, torturing himself as the familiar scent of orange amber wafts into his nose. Beneath that, Nicholas can pick up something woody too, likely from his Dior body wash. Despite just jerking off, Nicholas’s dick chubs up in his pants.
Fuck his life.
“Charlie isn’t annoying,” Andrew counters. “Well, actually no, he really is, but only I can say that because I love him. If anyone else says it, I kind of want to hit them.”
“You can hit me, princess.”
“I’m not going to hit you,” Andrew says with a shake of his head. To Nicholas’s surprise, he leans back, bringing his arm up against Nicholas’s. With his hoodie on, there’s no skin to skin contact, but the pressure of his body and the scent of Nicholas all over him has Nicholas feeling like a fucking caveman. “Anyway, he’s just worried, which is fair. I put everyone through a lot.”
