AN: The structure is... messy? Too smart for me to handle? Too explicit? Whatever. There are three parts, with a flashback in the middle. And writing it felt like a big challenge, but I don't hate it at all. I'll stop before it stops making sense. It's good to see you here, I hope you like it. <3
warnings: sexual content (minors dni, please respect that!!), lot of tension and cursing, mentions of making babies and fertility stuff
The front door was locked in a second. I watched Nick crossing the room in four big steps and kissing me as if he hadn't seen me in months. It had been one minute. Maybe less. Just enough time for me to open the front door while he locked the car under the rain.
His mouth crashed onto mine, his tongue meeting mine with greedy force. He lifted his hands, smoothing back my wet hair. Mine skimmed along his shirt, and down past his waistband where I gently squeezed. Through the improvisation, we somehow knew what to do. Perhaps because we'd been (un)consciously teasing each other in the car, unable to stop ourselves.
His hands suddenly caught the back of my thighs and tugged, lifting me off the ground as though I weighed nothing.
"What did you tell me again?" Nick asked through kisses, moving us with such strength that I gasped when my feet suddenly touched the ground, and the back of my knees met the couch.
Something on the coffee table fell and clattered to the ground, but we were too caught up in each other to be concerned with whatever this was.
I let out a heavy breath, trying to ignore the dampness of my shirt as I sat down. He remained standing, pinning me down with his eyes.
"I said 'fuck off, I'm not your dog'. I might have added that you were infuriating at some point."
Instantly, Nick groaned into my mouth as I unzipped his jeans, a droplet of rain still running down my temple. I noticed the same one on his forehead, and smiled. I didn't catch it then, and simply let it run down my warm skin.
Then, I went to grab the hem of my shirt to lift it over my head—slowly so I could just tease him a bit longer—but he stopped me.
"Keep it. And fucking play nice."
Biting down on my lip, I tried my hardest not to moan at the sound of his warning. I stifled it and watched him defiantly instead, not about to crawl at his feet just because he was the hottest man I could fantasise about. I was supposed to be upset. Still was.
But feeling his eyes roaming over my chest, I actually didn't regret wearing that white shirt on a pouring day. No bra either.
I'd always remember the look in his eyes when he'd noticed. It stuck to my skin and to every curve, perfectly so.
Summer was long gone; it was November already. Raining all the time and almost colder than in the Arctic. But this wasn't why I was shivering.
Tugging on the waistband of his jeans to bring him closer to me—or to my face—I asked, "Is that nice enough for you? Or do you want me to drive you to Relax City with me?"
We stared each other down, breathing heavily. I wanted him to do so many inexplicable things to me.
"You're fucking impossible," he finally muttered, leaning forward to take my mouth again.
As if he couldn't help himself—he just had to.
He brushed away a couple of wet strands on my temples, wetting his lips.
I glanced down at the bulge in his jeans when he pulled away from me, then back up to him, my lips curling up. He was loving it. But surely not as much as I loved going down on him and listening to every sound he made. The first sigh of relief as he tried to control his breathing made me smile, and the first groan that escaped his lips had me gently rolling my tongue over him.
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On The Other Side | Nick O'Malley
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