BAD OMENS ONE SHOTS (30 Days of Bad Omens)

Just a Trip (Nick Folio x Jolly Karlsson)

It was supposed to be a quik trip, the door chimes when Nick walks into the Harley Davidson store – the waft of fresh leather suffocates his senses almost immediately and with Jolly walking nearby his head starts to feel like a TV channel stuck on static. Now Nick understands his friends' proximity having never stepped into a store like this, especially in a country he's never been to, but it still doesn't make it any less overwhelming. Nick catches Jolly's eyes staring at the helmets on display so he saunters to the leather jackets for some reprieve. Inhaling deeply the familiar scent grounds him almost immediately. The leather is soft yet sturdy under his touch, his red-painted nails gleaming in the fluorescent industrial lighting. His mind starts to drift off to you in only his leather jacket, your scent permeating the fabric when he sinks into you–

"That looks a little small for you, Folio," Jolly's husky accent is thick and jolts Nick straight out of his lusty daydream. Stumbling backward Nick slams into a solid chest that rumbles against him. Dazed, Nick forces syllables out of his throat to explain what he was doing, "It's for... it-"

"Here." Nick finds himself pressed further against Jolly when he leans over Nick, stretching slightly to grab a jacket from the rack, "Try it on." Nick steps out of Jolly's grasp, but electricity shoots through his fingers when a large hand envelopes his own. Jolly comes up behind him and slides the jacket of his shoulders. Jolly's expensive cologne, one of Nick's favorites, mingling with the brand-new leather makes Nick's vision darker and heart race. Nick turns slightly -- noticing the mirror nearby -- an escape. Nick's hands fall to the zipper, but are quickly shoved away by thick tattooed fingers. Nick freezes when Jolly zips up the jacket for him. An orange stripe lines the chest with the words 'Harley Davidson' front and center. Butterflies dance in his stomach when Jolly comes up behind him and looks him over in the mirror.

"You look good," Jolly rasps, leaning down to nibble at Nick's earlobe. Nick's body tenses as his friend's ringed fingers roam over the garment. "How do you feel?" Jolly smirks, hands traveling lower down his tummy.

"Hot," Nick blurts out, his sudden erection straining against his denim jeans. Jolly chuckles in agreement from behind.

"I agree," Jolly's hand starts to palm his erection, "Need some help with that?" Nick's cheeks heat as his heart pounds in his ears and chest. "Uh.. I ..guess?"

Without warning, Jolly grips his wrist and drags him into the bathroom. The door is barely shut before Nick finds himself shoved, head thudding against the door. "Jo-" Warm lips silence his question. It's harsh and a little sloppy, but it still leaves him breathless.

"Lock the door, Nicky," Jolly instructs as he sinks down onto his knees, unfastening the button of his jeans and pulling his cock out from his boxers.

Click.

Nick's head starts to buzz when Jolly grips his hips and swallows him down until he hits the back of his throat. He curses when Jolly pulls away and starts sucking on the head. Heat and frustration bubble in his stomach. He doesn't know what to do with his hands. What if he looks down? What will his heart do then? He's dreamt of this moment a million times but this – this is so much better than he could have imagined. His brain goes blank instantly when Jolly flicks his tongue over his slit.

"Jolly please," Nick whines, it's breathy and desperate and he should feel embarrassed but right he doesn't. Jolly chuckles around his cock, the vibration shoot straight down to his toes. It takes every ounce of control not to come right then and there. Nick's fingers find purchase in Jolly's long locks, shoving him further down his length. Nick swallows down a giggle threatening to ruin the moment when Jolly's stubble brushes against his skin.

Nick plants his feet and squares his shoulders as the pressure builds in his core. Jolly hums pleasantly, drool dripping on the floor at his feet. Jolly likes it messy, got it... oh fuck! Nick shuts his eyes tight and digs his painted nails into his friend's scalp for stability as Jolly hallows his cheeks and sucks him harder.

"Fuckfuckfuck Jolls-" White noise rings in his ears as his head rolls back against the door. He shoots rope after rope of cum down his friend's throat. Jolly sucks dry through the aftershock of his mindblowing orgasm. He collapses onto Jolly, long arms wrapping around him. "Happy birthday," Jolly whispers in his ear. "Next time the jacket will be the only thing you wear."