NAK Drabbles [Ghost Adventures] ✔

28. Dominant One [Truth or Dare]

PROMPT: truth or dare
RATING: mature (for sexiness, daddy kink, general bdsm)
SUMMARY: Nick and Zak dare each other to see who is more dominant and it doesn't go exactly as planned.

"I guess the only way to settle this is a dare," Aaron probably should have just kept his mouth shut.

An evil twinkle glistened in Nick's eyes as he turned his gaze back to his best friend. Zak stared wide-eyed at the younger man and put his hands up, "Oh hell no, Nick-."

"What?" the younger male smirked, "Too chicken, Bagans?"

The words sent an electrical charge through Zak's body and his whole demeanor changed, "Fine! A dare and all bragging rights to the winner."

Nick smiled brightly and crossed his arms, "To the winner who is more dominant."

Zak wasn't particularly liking the aura that Nick gave off... his body was doing weird jumps and it was getting really hot, but Zak wasn't one to dismiss a challenge.

"Well," Aaron had a knowing smirk and his hands moved between the two men, "Who's going first?"

Nick scoffed, knowing whoever made the first move would be more full of shit, and unfolded his arms. His fingers motioned for Zak to come at him. The older man just stared in return and a smirk appeared on his face.

Suddenly, Nick found himself pressed to the wall with a large hand grasping his throat. He would deny it later, but he felt arousal settle quickly in his navel. Nick stared up at a very determined Zak Bagans. His blue eyes were blown wide and they slowly traced the contours of Nick's face. Zak moved closer to the younger male, inches away from Nick's face.

"You got on daddy's nerve, baby," his voice was low and soft in Nick's ear and Nick swallowed at hearing the words, "Prancing around in that outfit all day like no was watching you," Nick made a mental note of the outfit he was wearing-- black jeans, black shirt, black combat boots, black leather jacket..., "You know you belong to daddy," a pause and Zak's eyes were unwavering, "Or must I remind you again?" And Zak squeezed Nick's throat.

And switch flipped in Nick's mind, because the next thing Zak knew was that a hand grasped his own throat and Zak was pinned to the spot Nick was at seconds before. A leg was pressed in-between Zak's thighs, pinning the older man's hips down, and there was no hiding the arousal in Zak or his hard cock in his jeans.

Nick's composure was controlled and clearly amused by Zak's attempt at being dominant. His tongue clicked in humor and he leaned forward to slide the tip of his nose along Zak's strong jawline to his ear. In a low and drawn out voice, Nick purred, "Kitten."

Fuck, Zak could have burst at that moment and shut his eyes.

"I think I'm the one who should remind you of who you belong to," Nick's voice was gravely and he smirked when he felt Zak swallow thickly, "Already submitted to the winner?" he pulled away to stare at the older man-- his hand laying on Zak's throat in a reminder, "And I only said one sentence..."

Zak opened his eyes slowly. His mouth agape and his lips looking so detectable that Nick found it hard not to stare, "I'll submit if you do something in return."

A steady squeeze to Zak's throat and Nick responded, "What exactly do you have in mind, little one?"

Zak's tongue slipped from his mouth to lick at his bottom lip and Nick inhaled sharply, "Kiss me."

And Nick closed the distance. Their lips met and Nick slid his hand up from Zak's throat to his hair, pulling on the strands softly, loosing himself within the feeling of Zak Bagans.

A sharp cough interrupted them and both men turned to look at a red Aaron, who they forgot was there, "You know, I didn't think the dare was to make out?" Zak blushed madly and hid his face in Nick's neck, "But I see there was some unresolved sexual tension between you two and I've been third wheel long enough for you both," Aaron put his hands up in surrender, "I'm just gonna leave you two at it then," and he left.