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The first time Nick laid eyes on Charlie Spring, he was on his knees in the living room of Nick’s flat, completely bare except for a black leather harness that adorned his thin torso and the streams of fresh warm white liquid that ran down his pretty face and pooled into the dip of his collarbone.
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“Oh fuck,” Nick says, covering his eyes a bit too late as the image has already been seared into his brain. “Sorry.”
He'd forgotten to let his roommates know that he'd be coming home early today as his rugby practice had been cancelled. Rohan and Theo have been together for over a year now, and Nick was acutely aware that they often indulged in threesomes. They always do their best to give Nick a heads up though, or to schedule their romps around times when they know he would be out. So walking in on this had been totally his own fault.
Theo and Rohan were longtime friends who had fallen madly in love with each other and found a way to make it work despite the slightly inconvenient fact that they're both tops. A fact that Nick had been surprised to learn when they'd tried to subtly ask him about his own preferences during a night they'd spent at home drinking and getting to know each other better, since Nick had just moved into their spare bedroom.
Rohan and Theo had been surprised, and perhaps slightly disappointed, to learn that Nick was straight. Nick got that a lot though. Despite his sporty lad appearance, people often assumed he was queer due to his closest friends all being lesbian women. And that’s true even more so now that he lives with Rohan and Theo and has gotten pretty close with them as well. It also doesn't help to dispel the gay rumours when Nick hasn't shown interest in any of the girls around campus for several months now, despite getting a lot of attention due to his rising rugby star status. But he'd been dumped by his high school sweetheart, Amelia, and needed time to get over it before putting himself back out there.
Needless to say, it's been a while for Nick. So when he dashes towards his room to avoid the awkward embarrassment of having accidentally witnessed his gay roommates getting blown by another man, he shuts his door and tries to shut out the mental image. But it's no use. He keeps picturing the split second when he'd walked in and the curly haired boy had opened his striking blue eyes and peered right into Nick's soul just as Rohan and Theo had simultaneously released their loads on either side of his face and his eager open mouth which had let out a sinful moan. Nick must really be backed up because he feels himself growing uncomfortably hard under his jeans.
It doesn't make sense.
Nick locks his door, unzips his jeans and pulls down his waistband, looking down as the most confusing boner of his life springs out of his pants. He's completely unsure what to do. His cock is throbbing and weeping precum, begging to be tended to.
But instead he lies in his bed, stares at the ceiling, and tries to think different thoughts. He can't have a wank while his roommates and their guest might still be out in the living room. And he certainly can't do it while picturing the events that he'd just witnessed in said living room. What if they hear him? They'd think he was a creep.
They'd think he was gay.
Not that there's anything wrong with being gay obviously, but Nick is straight. Definitely one hundred percent certified heterosexual.
It's probably just his body letting him know that it's been too long and he needs to get laid. Anyone would have this automatic reaction to watching such a debauched scene unfold in front of them. Rohan and Theo are both objectively good looking men. Rohan, with his mahogany skin, dark features, broad shoulders and thick black hair. Theo, with his hazel eyes, wide smile, and honey brown complexion. But Nick isn't attracted to them, obviously.
Then again, Nick hadn't been looking at them. Although they're present in the periphery of the picture in his mind, centerstage is the boy with wild dark spirals framing his face, his lips red and swollen, and his round eyes like sapphires. So pretty, Nick thinks. But he can't possibly be attracted to him, right?
No.
He's probably just confused because the boy has a lot of the features Nick likes. Like a male version of all his female celeb crushes. Zooey Deschanel’s azure eyes, Zendaya’s soft curls, Keira Knightley’s sharp cheekbones… of course Nick’s tired brain registered all those traits and became a bit disoriented.
Nick tries again to shake the image away but like a Polaroid, it only becomes clearer. He's fairly sure that Rohan and Theo had kept their clothes on, only exposing the parts which the boy had been encircling with his hands and lapping at with his tongue. But the boy had been completely naked, his hard dick suspended between those slender thighs had seemingly been totally neglected while he focused instead on bringing the two men looming above him to their knees in mutual ecstasy.
Were Rohan and Theo pleasuring the boy now? Nick strains to see if he can hear anything but no such luck. He can’t imagine they'd just leave him in that state. That would be rather rude of them. Had Nick's interruption ruined the mood though? He hopes not.
Maybe he should go back out there and apologise again. Maybe on his knees.
Wait, what?
Nick is officially starting to freak out as the next visual in his brain is of himself taking the pretty boy in his mouth while he strokes his own cock and looks up to watch the boy pleasure Rohan and Theo.
What the fuck?
Okay. Um. There's gotta be a perfectly normal heterosexual explanation for this.
He needs to take a nap, clearly he's not been sleeping well these past few days and it's been affecting his brain chemistry or something. He has been pretty stressed between lectures, his job at the gym, and rugby practice. He's been neglecting his natural needs.
Maybe he should text his coworker, Natalie. She's pretty cute and she always seems to be flirting with Nick when they work the same shifts. He's not usually into blondes but she does have lovely dimples and he has sometimes found his eyes roaming towards her impressive cleavage when she wears those really low cut shirts. See? He's definitely straight.
Nick grabs his phone and pulls up Natalie's Insta and finds a pic where she looks really fit, showing off her curvy body. He wraps his free hand around his throbbing cock, biting down on his lip to stop from making any sounds and pretends that Natalie is the reason he's in this current predicament. He tries to override the image in his brain with the one of Natalie. He puts down his phone, closes his eyes and attempts to visualise her in front of him. For a tiny moment it works. He's almost able to imagine what it might be like to kiss those soft pillowy breasts.
But as he looks up into her brown eyes, they turn a piercing blue. And as he pumps his hand around himself ferociously and tries to picture licking her nipples and nibbling lightly at them, he wonders if Natalie would be the type to pierce her nipples.
The boy was his type the type. Nick hadn't missed the glint of silver that adorned each of his nipples and matched the silver rings of the leather harness. He wonders if Theo and Rohan had taken the time to each suck at a nipple, feeling the cold metal on their tongues until the soft flesh around it became hardened like a tiny pebble.
Fuck. Nick jerks himself faster and desperately tries to imagine what Natalie's voice might sound like as she's being pleasured. But all he hears over and over is the breathy, wrecked moan that the boy had let out as the spurts of warm liquid landed on his face. It sounded, Nick realised, like his throat had been raw from overuse. Nick covers his mouth with the hand not currently squeezing the life out of his cock and feels his orgasm growing closer as he pictures that just moments before Nick had walked in, Rohan and Theo had been taking turns fucking that beautiful face.
He imagines a scenario in which he walked in sooner and got to watch as Rohan tugged on the dark curls as he thrust into the boy's mouth. The boy's hand wrapped around Theo, twisting as he moved up and down.
They all turn to look at Nick and Theo beckons him to come closer. “You want a turn?”
“But... I'm straight,” Nick tells them.
Rohan looks down at Nick's obvious erection and smirks but says nothing.
“It's fine,” Theo tells him. “You don't have to be gay to get your dick sucked by a man.”
“Are you sure?” Nick asks.
“Just try it,” Rohan says. “I promise he'll make you feel so good. We know you've been super stressed out lately.”
Nick walks closer as if being led by his dick and looks down at the boy who gazes up at Nick with his wide blue eyes.
“Um,” Nick says. “Okay… I mean, if it's alright with…” He doesn't know his name. God, he needs to find out the boy's name.
But the boy smiles at him and responds by wrapping his plump pretty lips around Nick's cock and swallowing him whole.
Oh God.
So pretty.
Fuck.
That's so hot.
Nick cums into his hand with the force and volume of having gone much too long without a good wank. That's all that had been just now… right?
The post-nut doesn't bring him any clarity at all. In fact, Nick Nelson is the most confused he's ever been in his entire life.