Pretty Boy Pleasure

Chapter 6: NIKOLAI

A/N: Really quick trigger warning: There is a very brief mention of sexual assault in this chapter. It's about two paragraphs with no real detail given, just vague mention that it might have happened. However, if you're not comfortable reading that, feel free to skip this chapter. Nothing super serious happens in it.

CHAPTER 6

NIKOLAI'S P.O.V.

Was it possible to be in both a dream and a nightmare at the same time? Could someone be both blessed and cursed simultaneously. I looked down, tightening my grip on Ian's hair as he took me even deeper in his throat. How did he do that? It had to be magic.

He had to be magic, I realized as he looked up at me from under his lashes. My heart was pounding in my chest as I leaned more of my weight on the restroom door behind me. I didn't want him to look at me. I didn't want him to see what I was feeling. I pushed his head down, making him gag and close his eyes again. I tried to fuck his face with the usual gusto he was accustomed to. I tried to act like it was just sex.

It wasn't just sex. I realized that as his hand came up to my thigh to steady himself. His palm was soft and warm. He gripped my leg tightly, relying on me completely to keep us both upright. He looked up at me again, cheeks bright red and lips swollen. I had never seen anyone even half as beautiful.

When I finished, I was noticeably still rock hard. Ian pulled his mouth away with a pop, smirking up at me. "Not satisfied?"

Honestly? I could spend the rest of my life buried inside of him and still not be satisfied. "You did your best." I teased, pulling my pants back up. "It's the thought that counts."

"You're a prick." Ian chuckled, clearly not offended. He had the unshakeable confidence I could only ever dream of. I held my hand out, helping him back to his feet. "Will you take it out now?"

I smiled, losing myself in the moment of excitement. I could be sad later. This moment was too valuable not to beam. I held up the little black remote in my hand. "Well then we couldn't use this." I pointed out, pressing the button once.

Ians legs instantly began to tremble. He grabbed onto my upper arm, steadying himself. It only took a second for his breathing to become labored. I watched as he panted and shook, clearly enjoying himself. After a few more seconds, I pressed the off button. Ian whined. "Turn it on or take it out."

"Why? Is it uncomfortable?" I asked, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him closer, letting my hand settle on his ass. "It went in easily enough."

"We have to shoot soon." Ian pouted.

"Isn't that the point? I wanna watch you try to keep a straight face. You're an actor aren't you?" I pulled away, standing up a little straighter. "But if you really hate it, bend over and i'll take it out."

Ian glared at me, obviously displeased. "You're a sadist." He grumbled, his piercing gaze sizing me up like no one else could. I wondered if he saw under my haughty exterior. Did he know I adored him? No. If he did he would keep as far from me as possible. This was fun and so Ian was willing. I had to keep it fun for him if I wanted to keep him in any capacity.

"You like it." I finally spoke, brushing a thumb across his pink cheek. Ian didn't disagree. "Do you want me to take it out, baby?" He was still looking at me, his expression somewhat pleading... but pleading for what? "If you don't want to, we can stop. I'll take it out for you."