(Slightly NSFW scene within this first part. If you would like to skip, skip to the next page break)
Nick was fixing his hair again, but he was a little less worried about it compared to the day of the shareholder party. When he asked Elian how fancy he should dress, Elian responded with, "It doesn't matter. You should just dress how you want." It wasn't exactly the helpful advice that Nick was looking for, but it did give Nick some relief because he didn't have to wear a suit.
Nick had dressed up in his nicest t-shirt, which was a Guns N' Roses t-shirt, and then he paired that shirt with a skin-tight long-sleeved shirt underneath. Normally, he would just wear his tattered jacket with a t-shirt, but he wanted to dress up slightly more for the date.
Vincent was there too. He was already ready to go and looking gorgeous. Vincent had laid his eyeliner on really thick, and he had this cool hairstyle where it was up and out of his face, but it had little braids coming down from it.
Vince looked like a rockstar, and Nick thought he himself looked a little emo, but they tried their best to look fancy for their date with a millionaire.
"I'm surprised you put this much effort," Nick commented when he was finished, "You braided your hair. It looks very nice." Nick was trying to compliment Vincent without revealing that he thought Vincent looked extremely sexy.
"Thanks, Bun," Vincent smirked, giving him a wink, "And of course I am dressed up. I have been waiting to go on a date with you for a long time. Plus, I have no idea where Elian plans on taking us." Vincent's smirk then grew into a wicked smile. "Also, Elian basically promised sex after this. Although I am still not sold on having a relationship with Elian, I take pleasure in turning on my sex partners so much that they are dripping before we even start."
"Jesus," Nick couldn't help but blush at Vincent's words, knowing he will eventually be that person to Vincent if all goes well. "You could tone down the vulgarity a little. We haven't even been on a date with him yet."
"You know, you could join us," Vincent shrugged, watching Nick give up on fixing his hair and just ruffling it with his hands. "I know a lot of positions for three people that we could try," Vincent continued. Nick looked at him, face now extremely red.
"I don't know. I'm not sure if I am ready for that yet," Nick admitted, but then he had an idea that wormed into his brain. "Although..." Nick continued, "I wouldn't exactly be opposed to watching it happen... that is, if you guys are comfortable with that."
"Nick," Vincent replied, his nostrils flaring and his eyes hooded, "Nothing would turn me on more." Vincent then wrapped his arms around Nicks waist and gave him a long kiss that Nick quickly reciprocated. Quickly, Nick was pressed against the bathroom wall and pinned by his wrists. Nick moaned quietly; although the younger kids were at daycare, the older ones were still in the house.
"F*ck, Nick," Vincent said, breaking the kiss for a moment, "I love you so much. I want to kiss you forever."
"Mmmmm," Nick agreed and pressed his lips against Vincent's with his eyes closed. Vincent then broke the kiss and started kissing down Nick's neck. Nick knew they should stop because they had a date to attend, but the kissing felt so good. Plus, his member was reacting accordingly. If they kept going, Nick might have a problem to deal with.
And part of Nick wanted Vincent to deal with the problem.
Vincent scraped the skin of Nick's neck with his teeth, and Nick let out a whine, bucking his hips. Maybe he did have a biting kink, but in that moment, he didn't really want to think about it.
"F*ck, you're so hot," Vincent whispered against his neck, then nipped at the skin there.
"Ah," Nick moaned with a heavy breath, "More please."
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Finding Yourself: Book Three
RomanceTHE FINAL BOOK of the FINDING YOURSELF series. Nick Moore had always lived a life of suffering. After divorcing his awful (ex) husband, Nick has several kids he is responsible for taking care of and a lot of work ahead of him. What happens when a lo...
