Title: Reasons

Author: High_Striker

Rating: NC17

Pairing: Stud Muffin Lovin' (Do I really need to add Nick and 'Rick anymore?)

Summary: A lazy afternoon, and a quiet reflection on the man that stole everything.

Warnings: None, except for some smut, and a good dose of fluffiness :) And slight spoilers for season 8- not many- or anything major, but a few minor mentions of some stuff...

There used to be a time when it all would have just pissed me off.

 

It pissed me off with her at the very least.  But somehow, seeing the boxes lying literally everywhere, seeing the chaos that has become of my home doesn't bother me this time around.   The little voice in my mind sounds suspiciously like Catherine more often than not nowadays, or at least ever since she gave us that thoughtful smirk, and I could just see her undressing the two of us with her eyes.   If it hadn't been for the tremendous amount of comfort her following words had offered to my man, I probably would have been arrested for assault that day.

 

But that voice keeps piping up, making quiet suggestions as to why it doesn't bother me.  For the longest time I told myself it was that it was just because I was so familiar with the items lying haphazardly all over the house that it was why I wasn't even remotely bothered by any of it.   After all, his house had always felt like my own home away from home.

 

But deep down I knew that while all of his own little reasons helped, they weren't the real reason that any of it didn't bother me.

 

Because as much as I love order, as much as I love my space and privacy, as much as I love all of it, I love Nicky so much more.

 

I let out a quiet sigh as I shift slightly in our bed.  It was another small thing, but I noticed immediately that I never have the slightest problem referring to things as ours.   Stuff wasn't just mine anymore, I don't give a damn when I watch Nicky move stuff around, when he 'd mistakenly grab the wrong towel, or when he'd drop something, or even when Nick would use my deodorant on rare occasions when he had forgotten to bring his own.

 

With Tina, I certainly couldn't say the same thing.  It had been so easy to get pissed off at her, so easy to get into fights, so easy for things to go straight to hell.

 

And while we've had our fair share of fights, they never last long, no matter how ugly or bad they get.   They certainly never get between us.  They never settle, and leave nothing of the stagnant, broken feel that it had left between Tina and myself.

 

I open my eyes, and the second I do, a small smile takes control over my whole face in an instant.   With my face still half buried in our pillows, I can't help but stare at the body lying next to me in awe.

 

Light snaked in from the blinds, and while I'd been confused as hell when Nick had told me he didn't use blackout curtains, it hadn't taken me long to put two and two together.   As I watch the warm light filtering into the room, making Nick's skin look almost gold, and as perfect as ever, I smile a bit more.  It was just one more thing that doesn't bother me.   And even if I didn't know exactly why Nick hates being in total darkness, that wasn't why I wasn't bothered by it.  The truth was simple; Nick is everything to me, literally, in every way I can possibly imagine.

 

The fact that I sleep better with some of the warm sunlight filtering into their room doesn't go unnoticed either.   Although I silently maintain it's more or less Nick's presence that makes it so much easier to sleep through the night.   It has definitely been Nick's presence that made me finally throw out my sleeping pills that I'd used since the night we'd found Nick still alive in the nursery.   Just like it had been Nick's presence that made me stop gambling.

 

My eyes closed for a brief second before they were open once more, and I can't help but stare contentedly at the body lying next to me.   For a brief moment I can't help but feel grateful for that change.  Tina had always worn clothes when she slept, or at least she always had when I was around.   I refuse to think of any of our past activities in bed while lying next to Nick, but there was no denying that I got annoyed when she'd get up and put on some clothes after we'd been intimate, and that meant I usually had to get up and find my boxers, and maybe even a shirt.   We just hadn't been comfortable around each other.

 

Which is a problem Nick and I don't have.  If anything we have the opposite problem.   Being naked around our home is hardly anything uncommon.  In fact it's gotten to the point where any flat, and sometimes even surfaces that aren't flat, have served as our place for making love.   It's getting harder and harder to find places where we haven't gotten a little carried away.  We've even done it in the garage on a few occasions.   Usually when one of us has had to work overtime, and the other had to wait for the other by the door, and then we just hadn't been able to wait to get inside to satisfy our needs.

 

It led to Nick often having a sore ass, and having to walk awkwardly at work, but the sight wasn't uncommon anymore, and my man didn't get half the amount of jokes and friendly ribbing he used to.   Not that certain parts of my own body haven't been sore as well, but I have a far easier time masking that little fact from anyone else than Nick does.

 

Before I even realize I'm doing it, my hand closest to Nick's body begins to trace gentle circles along the perfectly sculpted chest.   I can't help but marvel at the way his skin is so soft and perfectly smooth, and at the same time I can feel the strength of the powerful muscles beneath the skin.   A few years ago, and I would've proudly stated that I was in just as good of shape as Nick, but now we're nowhere close.  Nick still looks the perfect part of an Adonis, and I feel more like I'm growing a beer belly of sorts.   Of course one offhanded comment and now Nick is dragging me down to the gym every day.

 

Something I'd groaned and complained about for the first several times, but after a particularly intense workout, and seeing Nick sweating as we headed into the locker room to shower I'd suddenly realized how lucky I was.   And then we'd shared some intense blow jobs in one of the shower stalls, which offered plenty of privacy from the waist down, but essentially put everything else out on display.   We'd done it almost every time since then, and I'm pretty sure that given a few more months I'll feel like I'm back in my prime again.   A bigger smile took its place on my face as I remembered when Nicky had gone first, and then when I had been returning the favor when we heard the door open and close.   The wide-eyed look of pure embarrassment in Nick's eyes when asked by some guy if he was okay had had me plunge down on him like there was no tomorrow, and I didn't stop, the sound of Nick stuttering that he was fine while I put every last bit of effort into it, twirling my tongue around his leaking erection and doing whatever I could to drive him over the edge.

 

My fingers ghost over a particularly sensitive area beneath Nick's left nipple, drawing a quiet moan from the still sleeping man.   They continue to move, mindlessly across the smooth skin, and I'm not sure I've ever felt more grateful in my entire life.

 

Still lying on my chest, I can feel my dick growing slightly harder and before long it's starting to dig into the mattress.   We're both lying there, naked as the day we were born, and the sight of Nick looking so at peace in his sleep is starting to get to me in more ways than one.  The beauty, sweetness, even how cute he looks when he's asleep are getting to me.   As is the fact that he's sexy as hell lying next to me on his back, body splayed out, looking almost like an all you can eat buffet.

 

My hand slides down, gliding across smooth skin, traveling over the powerful abs, and I cann't get past how wonderful that alone feels.   Just feeling every slight movement of those muscles makes my heart race, and sends shivers coursing through my body.   Unable to stop, I slide my hand lower, feeling the first bit of hair as I reach what is properly titled the 'Happy Trail' just above Nick's now partially erect cock.

 

A quick glance up, was almost enough to convince me that he was still asleep.  I pause for a moment, staring at his face, and I feel the warm smile spreading at seeing him look so serene, and just- perfect, beyond what words can really even describe.   My eyes travel back down, taking in the sight of Nick's body once more, before I notice the steady rise and fall of Nick's chest as he breathes.  It's all the confirmation I need to know he's still asleep as my hand travels further down, barely brushing across my man's penis before sliding along the smooth thigh.  I trail the contours of the muscles along Nicky's leg, smirking when he starts to spread his legs while he sleeps on.

 

Unable to resist my hand glides upwards, never once hesitating as I near Nicky's groin.  It's not long before I can feel the hair around Nicky's balls, and moments later my fingers are gently massaging them, toying with them, and knowing full well what it'll be leading to soon enough.

 

I can see the effects immediately, as Nicky turns shifts slightly, though he's still asleep.  And even more noticeable is the growing erection.  Never stopping the motions my hand is dead set on continuing, my eyes never leave Nick's cock as I watch it grow harder with each passing second.   Knowing that I'm the one doing this to him, knowing that I can, and have, brought Nicky to his knees begging with just my hand has given me a sense of pride that I'd never felt before.   And it's even better knowing that not a single other soul in the world will ever get to feel or see the things I get to.  Not with my Nicky.

 

I finally push myself up, moving carefully so as not to wake the still slumbering man.  It's difficult, but with Nick's legs slowly spreading further and further apart it's much easier for me to accomplish.   Once I'm finally settled between Nick's legs I use my arms to hold me up, and for a second it almost feels like I'm in the gym and getting ready to do pushups.

 

But then my head is in position right above Nick's cock, and it's impossible for my mind to focus on anything else.

 

I'm not sure what sense I want to focus on right now, because as gorgeous as Nick's cock looks, and wonderful as it feels, as delicious as it'll taste in my mouth, and as sexy as the scent of   Nick's whole body is, not to mention the sound of the moans and gasps I can extract from Nick, I'm always overcome by the sensory overload that sex with Nick always entails.   It's impossible to try and focus on any single sense, and the way all my senses become so sensitive with Nicky is hard to handle at times.

 

It's all I can do to not plunge down, and take Nick as deep into my throat as possible.  Instead my tongue snakes out from between my teeth, and a slowly lower myself down towards Nick's body.   There's so much heat radiating from both of us, and it's definitely making everything far more intense.  The tip of my tongue finally gets its first taste of Nick's cock, and I have to struggle to hold back the impending moan, because I know for a fact that something that loud would probably wake my man up.

 

And I want him asleep for the moment.  At least for a bit longer.

 

My tongue has a mind of its own, and in no time I'm pretty sure I've licked every square inch of Nick's cock.   I keep going, even when I hear the quiet moans Nicky is making.  The only time I look away from the cock in front of me is to check and see if Nick is awake.   When I see that he's still asleep, even now, I have the sudden, undeniable urge to wake him up.

 

Pulling back I slide two fingers into my mouth, coating them as thickly as I can with my saliva.  When I pull them free I immediately move into position.

 

A second later I'm deepthroating him right as my two fingers slide up into his ass.  I'm almost lost completely myself in the wave of sensations crashing through my body, but I manage to look up and meet Nicky's wide eyes with my own.   There's a definite look of surprise written on my man's face, but when I slide my fingers so they're barely even in his ass, and pull my head back so that only the very tip of his cock is resting between my lips, he's immediately far more interested, and I can feel his cock stiffen just a bit more as I plunge back down onto his cock.

 

My fingers begin scissoring, back and forth as I thrust them into Nick's tight heat, leaving me to relish the tightness, the incredible way my fingers feel, and knowing how wonderful a certain other part of my anatomy will feel when plunging into Nick's ass.

 

I feel Nick's fingers running through my hair as I suck his cock with every ounce of strength I can manage.   He's moaning, and writhing beneath me, as his hips start to rise every few moments so I can take him even deeper into my throat.

 

My other hand moves quickly, and gropes Nick's balls briefly, and I tell that he's close.

 

I smile when Nicky begins to protest as I pull my head back, his throbbing cock slapping against his belly.   My hand travels up from Nick's balls to begin stroking his penis, and my grip is hard and tight as m hand glides along the hard organ, sliding easily over it with my saliva acting as lubricant.

 

Nick's babbling incoherently within a minute, and it's not long before he's coming, the thick white liquid splattering generously across his belly.   Neither of my hands stopped their current motions, and it isn't until Nick is almost completely hard once more that I stop stroking his dick.

 

With my now free fingers, I carefully begin to swipe Nick's cum and use it to lather my own aching cock.   I can't deny a quick taste, and as I suck the finger with Nicky's little soldiers on it into my mouth I hear my man groan.  A glance down shows that he's definitely ready for more, and I have every intention of making sure to fulfill that desire.

 

Need takes over almost immediately, as I hastily use the rest of Nick's semen to finish coating my cock.   And then my other fingers finally pull completely out of Nick's tight ass and a second later my cock is sliding right in.

 

We're both moaning, crying out, grunting, and who knows what other noises we're letting loose, because the only thing I can focus on is Nicky, and pounding into him as hard and fast as I can.

 

It still feels like I'm going at a tortuously slow pace, and I think it's safe to say that Nicky feels the same way by how he's thrusting his hips back towards me each time I thrust into him.   It's all too clear the first time I hit his prostrate by the loud cry, and then Nicky is left panting, struggling to do anything but lie back and moan.

 

I lean forward, placing my hands on either side of Nick's head.  The change of position allows me to plunge my cock deeper into Nick's body, and it traps his now leaking cock between our bellies.

 

Our lips meet, and then we're kissing like there's no tomorrow as I continue to fuck him as hard as I can.

 

A few minutes more, and then both are bodies are almost completely frozen.  Our lips are still locked, and we desperately need air, but we're both so close and I know with a few more thrusts it'll all be over for the time being.   My body is completely tensed, as is Nicks, and the only thing moving is my body as I pull it almost completely back out of Nick's ass, so that only the tip of my cock is still inside.

 

And then I thrust back in, hard, and the resulting friction is enough to have Nick coming once more, gluing our bodies together with the sticky white substance.   And then his ass is clenching around my cock, and I get one last thrust in before I'm coming as well, releasing my seed deep into Nick's tight heat.

 

We collapse in a tangle of limbs, and neither one of us can even think straight enough to get up and clean us off.   As far as we're concerned, it can wait.  He's asleep once more, this time in my arms, and I can't bring myself to pull my cock out of his ass before I let sleep claim me as well.

 

The last thing I see is the peaceful look on Nicky's face before my eyes close, and I can't believe how lucky I am that he's actually mine.   And never before have I ever felt so grateful as I let sleep overtake me.

 

The End.