Under the Bridge (3 page)

“Nicky,” Chris echoed and lifted his head
back up so he could taste the skin at Nick’s throat, just above the
jacket’s fur collar. Nick shuddered and got Chris against the
arched wall with one shove. His pulse was fast and he was sweating
under the leather; the sweat was salty on his skin. Even that
burned. It made Chris hum, made Nick whisper what sounded like
apologies against Chris’ throat as Nick worked his hand under
Chris’s underwear. Chris jumped at the curl of his fingers but Nick
was taking his time feeling the length of his dick. He ran his
thumb over the tip and ignored all of Chris’s embarrassed,
desperate squirming, how he was shaking.

“
Nicky
.” Chris pushed forward so he
could have more and not die.

“Bossy,” Nick whispered, but the word was
hoarse, and then he moved, dropping out of sight, disappearing as
Chris opened his eyes to find him. Then he just stared. He was so
drunk this couldn’t be real.

Nick stared up at him from down on his knees.
He was flushed and panting and pink so Chris put his fingers in his
mouth without thinking. He withdrew them when Nick’s eyes
widened.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck.” Chris shoved his hand
down his pants and squeezed so he wouldn’t come. “You like girls.”
Not that he didn’t know what bi was, but what the fuck?

“I like you.” Nick glared at him while he
licked his mouth, while he licked the taste of Chris’s fingers from
his mouth. “Always have.” He leaned in almost killed Chris by
licking tentatively at the head of his cock. He just licked it and
leaned back and closed his eyes for a moment. Chris thought he was
disgusted for a second until he opened his eyes and looked up. He
swallowed and let his lips part. “I like you,” he said again,
hotter this time.

Chris shut his eyes tight. “You dick.” Nick’s
hair was between his fingers. It seemed right to use it to pull him
forward, even if his legs went weak at the sound Nicky made once he
got his mouth around his cock.

Weak. That was the word Nick was afraid of
but that’s how Chris felt. He could barely stand and Nick’s hands
slid to his hips to push him back after he choked. Choked on
Chris’s dick. Chris was dreaming or dying. “Fuck, Nick I like you
too. I like you… I… like you….” He was stupid. That was maybe
okay.

Nick spread his fingertips over the damp skin
of Chris’s hips and dug them in, eager and bruising. A second later
he hooked his fingers into Chris’s belt loops and yanked him
forward so that for one incredible minute it felt like Chris’s
entire dick was inside Nick’s mouth as Nick swallowed and breathed
heavily and moaned. Then Nick choked again, the sound wet and hot.
Chris tried to move back to let him breathe, but he twisted his
fingers in Chris’s belt and held him there for another few seconds,
maybe as long as he could take it. He moaned again when he finally
eased back.

Chris let himself be pushed away so Nick… so
Nick could swallow and
lick
at him, and he thought that if
he opened his eyes to look he’d embarrass himself on the spot.

It was just Nick’s tongue and a hint of his
lips now but Chris was still going to die. This was what Nick did
to all those girls, with one big difference. Chris pulled at Nick’s
curls, trying to warn him that it felt too good. They were both new
to this but if Nick kept on sucking him like that he was going to
come.

“Nick, I….” He pushed his hips forward just a
little bit and the hungry, strangled sound that Nick made as he let
him do it was the hottest thing he’d ever heard. He exhaled and
tensed as he came, jerking back seconds too late.

Chris opened his eyes and Nick stared back at
him, red-faced and wide-eyed. There was Chris’s jizz at his mouth
and at his chin. Chris was still holding onto Nick’s hair, the
curls tangled tight between his fingers. Nick was looking at him as
if he could have kept on doing that for hours. He looked sleepy and
horny and pleased with himself. Then he blinked and Chris thought
he looked more frightened than anything else. Maybe he was, because
he turned his head away.

Chris took a long, deep breath. He didn’t
think it was just his virginity that had made that so hot, not that
he had any real way of knowing. But fuck, he wasn’t a virgin
anymore because of Nick. He tugged Nick’s hair until Nick was
facing him again and took one hand to pull at his t-shirt and used
it to wipe at Nick’s face, though Nick swallowed before he could
clean up all of it.

“Can you stand up?” Chris didn’t want to
break the silence but he didn’t want to hear what Nick had to say
yet. Nick inched back from him so Chris dropped his shirt and tried
to stand on his own. His body was hot and heavy. “I think I’m going
to fall.

Nick instantly scrambled up to his feet,
getting Chris against the wall again before Chris could think to
say anything about it. Chris looked up, trying to maintain eye
contact but Nick aimed his gaze down at the bottle on the ground,
which had landed right side up.

“I could use a drink.” The rasp in Nick’s
voice was like getting blown all over again because Chris knew he’d
caused it.

“Yeah okay,” he agreed dizzily because that
had just happened and his body was on fire. Nick seemed hot too, so
Chris put his hands on Nick underneath his jacket and pulled Nick’s
shirt up from his pants, to cool him off and just to touch him. He
wanted to touch Nick everywhere and hoped he could. “But first…” he
muttered as Nick turned toward him. Nick looked surprised,
especially when Chris kissed him.

Chris kissed him hard, as hard as Nick’s dick
was for what he’d just done, which was really, awesomely hard for
Chris, so hard Chris had to feel it against his palm. Nick fell
against him the second Chris stuck a hand down his pants.

Nick had put his hands to the wall at some
point and was still holding them up, but he started shivering when
Chris pushed his tongue into his mouth and felt the slick spurts of
pre-come on Nick’s boxers. The boxers clung to his dick, probably
feeling rough as Chris rubbed experimentally up and down. If it
hurt, Nick didn’t seem to care; he moaned into Chris’s mouth and
shifted his legs apart.

That was good. Chris didn’t want to hurt him.
He wanted Nick’s kiss stinging against his bottom lip and Nick’s
hands bruising his hips, but he didn’t want to hurt Nicky. He
wanted it to be good for him. He stroked Nick’s cock until his palm
was wet and Nick was shivering uncontrollably and when that didn’t
seem like enough he pulled his hand up to his mouth to lick it. He
grabbed at Nick’s side with his other hand to keep him steady.
Nick’s mouth stayed by his then slid to his ear.

Nick’s breath was fast, scared, as if the
gentler Chris was the more he couldn’t take it. “So fucking strong.
How are you so fucking strong? Chris, please. Please,” he begged
and then just cried out quietly as Chris eased his boxers away to
jack him. Chris liked the weight of his dick and imagined it his
mouth, thought about blowing Nicky someday and making him cry out
the way he was doing now for something this easy. Nick made noises
like Chris had, like no one had ever touched him like this. Chris
turned his head to kiss him again and Nick shuddered through his
whole body.

He came almost at the same time, shooting
spunk onto Chris’s hand and probably on their clothes, and then let
go of the wall to stumble into Chris. He was so hot to the touch
that Chris thought he might be drunk enough to pass out but he
stayed on his feet, just barely, and kept his face buried in
Chris’s neck.

Chris wiped his hand on his already stained
shirt and then put his head back to the wall. He had to catch his
breath. Nick was panting against his throat, the room was swirling,
he could have gone to sleep right then, just like that, if he
didn’t think they’d both fall over. He was aware of the damp skin
under his fingertips and stroked carefully around Nick’s hip to his
back. It brought Nick’s head up.

Nick’s mouth looked bruised, but then so did
his eyes with the constant shadows under them. Nick could use some
sleep too.

“Is it okay if we sit down?” Chris wondered
out loud since Nick wasn’t saying anything and Nick jerked upright
only to duck at the low clearance. He grabbed at the bottle and
quickly moved across to the bench. He zipped himself up as he
went.

Chris remembered his open jeans at that and
fixed himself up as he went over and sat down.

“Are men supposed to be this tired?” he
speculated slowly and Nick gave him a funny look, clearly not
getting what Chris was trying to say. A moment later he
shrugged.

“If they’ve been drinking.”

“I still feel things,” Chris offered
absently, barely keeping his eyes open. He was drunk but he felt
all kinds
of things. Nick stopped and exhaled. He looked
over with a frown.

“Brave
and
stupid.” He hitched a
breath when Chris responded by licking his swollen lip and
considering the taste. He tasted like spit and blood and come and
whiskey.

He swallowed and then had to clear his
throat. “Is this the part where I get my heart broken?” It would be
just like Nick to make him happy and then leave again.

Nick looked sideways at him and then leaned
over. His hands cupped the back of Chris’s head, holding him still
even though Chris wasn’t moving because Nick’s mouth was hovering
above his, then sliding carefully over his lips before Nick eased
back. Nick was scowling and breathing hard.

“Right now I think you’re the one person in
the world I don’t want to hurt,” he muttered and closed his eyes.
“Sorry.” It was a weird thing to apologize for, unless Nick was
saying he was going to hurt him anyway.

Chris tensed and closed his eyes and lifted
his head to blindly push their mouth together. He let Nick feel his
tongue and the hot, metallic taste of his split lip and then
dragged his mouth away enough to speak. His pain had Nick shaking
like he wanted to come again. It was strange how much Chris got off
on knowing that. “You like that though.”

He thought some people would think that it
was sick, that even Nick thought that Chris should find it sick,
but at the moment it didn’t seem that way. At the moment it was
like Nick wanted Chris to
feel
, and he did, so much. He
opened his eyes.

Nick froze, barely breathing for several
seconds until the air rushed out of him. Without pulling away he
lifted one hand and very carefully touched the puffy skin around
Chris’s eye. “I don’t like all of it.” His hand became a fist and
he yanked himself back and hunched his shoulders. “Look at
yourself, Chris. What they did to you. What I did….” He glanced
over.

Chris knew about his face but he looked down
at his messed up, come-stained shirt and noticed that he had
goosebumps on his arms. He hadn’t even felt them. Nick must have
seen them though, because he looked away and stared out past the
wall.

“Here,” he said suddenly, and shrugged out of
the jacket. He shoved it over at Chris without turning. “Put it on.
I can get it back later.”

“I don’t think I can pull off this look.”
Chris stared at the jacket as he took it. It was warm and soft and
smelled amazing. Nick was only slightly smaller without it. Chris
wanted to straighten his rumpled shirt, but Nick didn’t turn back
around until Chris sat up and slipped the jacket on.

The fur was matted and feathery against his
neck. The sleeves were a little long. If Chris had had that last
growth spurt his mom kept saying he would have right at that
moment, the sleeves would still have been a bit too long. The only
part of it that fit was the shoulders. If anyone else had seen him
in it, they’d probably laugh.

“I’m not really this badass,” he mumbled once
it was on and Nick snorted.

“Yeah right. You take all those beatings and
come back for more and you aren’t a badass. Do you know the real
reason I never talked to you?” He reached over, but just to pull
his cigarettes and his lighter from the jacket’s front pocket. He
held them both in his lap and flipped the lighter around. Chris
remembered that lighter as having definitely belonged to Nick’s
dad. It made him run a hand down the worn leather he was now
wearing, that he shouldn’t be wearing if it meant so much to Nick.
But he couldn’t ask and when he didn’t say anything, Nick turned to
him. “I couldn’t think of what to say to you.”

“Anything.” Chris didn’t have to think about
it. He wrapped his arms around himself and Nick’s leather jacket.
“You could have said… you
could
say… anything. You still
can, you know.”

“Okay.” Nick flipped the lighter again then
shoved it in his pants pocket before unexpectedly raising his head.
He relaxed his hands so they weren’t fists anymore. “Don’t take on
everything all the time. Pick your fights better. Fight for shit
that really matters.”

“Serious?” Chris blurted out and then scowled
because Nick hadn’t had looked beat up all the time and he didn’t
know what would have inspired him to fight back. “But….” He trailed
off and lowered his chin until he had fur almost in his mouth.

“You shouldn’t get hurt for nothing.” Nick
sighed then straightened up. “Fuck. What are you even doing here
with me? This isn’t a sleepover in your clubhouse.”

Chris had had a lot of whiskey, but so had
Nick and he didn’t think Nick was aware of what he saying. He
thought about getting hurt for something anyway and then finally
nodded.

“We aren’t kids anymore, Nick,” he agreed and
put a hand on Nick’s leg. “You aren’t nothing.” When Nick looked
unsteadily at him he swayed over and pressed a long, soft kiss to
Nick’s neck. Nick’s skin was bare but it still smelled like
leather. Nick made a sound like he wanted more, so Chris gave him
more, softly kissing his skin again and again until Nick stopped
shaking.