A Day's Gamble

7.

Moving off the ground leaves me cold. My vision is white. Nothing but full spread whiteness. I can hear at least. Voices scatter, disjointed above my head and around me. My head. My stomach. Everything inside feels like it wants to come out.

Bleed me dry.

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We broke up once in high school, because I was acting like a real jerk. I waited outside his apartment on the curve all night to make sure I’d see him after his date. The moment people heard we’d broken up, guys had been all over him, swarming him like flies to garbage.

All of them too afraid to hit on him in front of my face. So, I waited. I had heard from Carmen, Nicolo’s sister, that he was going out with Ricky. Ricky, who was known for being the biggest cholo asshole around, was taking Nico out to a movie and somewhere else that was sure to be whack as hell.

Nicolo’s mother offered me some dinner and a place to wait, but I couldn’t take the offer. My stubbornness wouldn’t allow me to leave my post. Part of me also wanted to have a reason to beat the crap out of Ricky. The ground was wet from a previous rain early that night. The air was slightly chilly. My sweatshirt and jacket were doing the trick though.

I switched my gaze from one direction to the next. Finally, my eyes landed on a familiar figure walking on the sidewalk, jacket pulled tight around him, ignoring the men as he walked by.

He stopped short across from me. So close, yet so far away. “What are you doing here?”

“Saying I’m sorry, I guess.”

“For what?”

“For being an asshole.” I shrugged with my hands in my jacket pocket. “What’s up with you going out with Ricky?”

Nicolo rolled his eyes. “You know we’re broken up right? I don’t have to explain myself to you…” He paused attitude radiated out of every pore. “He asked me to see the new Stallone movie, so I went. It sucked and so did he.”

We couldn’t help, but laugh as this. “Cool, I guess I’ll be heading home. “ I wanted to ask him if he thought of me as much as I thought of him, because he was constantly on my mind. Night and day. I couldn’t imagine him with anyone else, but me.

Turning to go, I stopped when he grabbed the sleeve of my jacket. “Hold up, let me tell my Mom I’m back.” I nodded and watched him as he darted into the building. A short time later, he came back down with a smile on his face.

Carmen and some of the others hung out the window. Nicolo’s brothers loved hanging with me and his sisters, some, had a crush on me. That pissed Nicolo off. I told him not to worry, because I only have eyes for him.

My mom was in the hospital undergoing her first round of treatments. So, my place was quiet and dark when we arrived. We hadn’t said much to each other on the way. Mostly, just looking at each other, and me wondering if there was some way I could get him to stay the night.

He took off his coat and I licked my lips. I really wanted to kill Ricky. Nicolo looked fine as hell. His jeans fit his legs like a second skin and his sweater hugged his chest. It wasn’t necessary to rely on the thermostat to know how cold it was in the apartment. Through the material of the sweater, I could see his nipples straining against the wool. There was no way Ricky was getting near Nicolo again.

“So?” We stood there with him looking at me, and me looking at him. “I knew Ricky wasn’t as raw as me.”

Nicolo smiled, probably thinking I was being a cocky asshole at the moment. He walked forward slowly, a little spice in each step. “Yeah, he thought I should be grateful to have him now that you weren’t in the picture…So, grateful that I should suck his dick.” Nico’s smile was tight and stressed. The statement really hadn’t been a joke, but he was trying to play it off as one, a very bad one.

I wasn’t jealous now. I was so damned pissed off. It didn’t matter that we were broken up; no one was going to step to Nico as if he was some chickenhead from round the way. Waiting would be the hard part, but I’d wait for him, then beat the crap out of him. I wondered and finally asked, “He didn’t touch you, right?”

The sound of my voice made Nico shiver, when I was pissed, it went all gravelly and deep. Nico had a thing for it. He shook his head. “For real?” I’d mess him up bad for touching Nico. There was no way to describe how angry I was. A spark of possessiveness had been lit and exploded in my stomach like a damn firecracker. It didn’t help that Nico looked so damn good standing in the middle of my mother’s living room.

“No, he didn’t touch me.” Nico stepped forward until he was in the area that could be considered my personal space. The smell like dark cinnamon hit my nose; it was his scent. I licked my lips and watched his eyes follow the movement of my tongue. “I’ve been thinking…”

His lips looked so pink tonight. It was the cold. It was bringing color to his luscious mouth and giving me a peak of his finer assets. “Yeah.” Ricky better consider himself damn lucky, if he got even a fraction of this.

“I want to try again.” Having Nicolo say he wanted another try at us was like music to my ears.

One of my hands held one of his wrists and the other trailed down softly done his arm. “I could do that.”

That smile was like watching the sun part through the clouds on the darkest of days. Absolutely beautiful and it made my stomach fizz in excitement. “I mean you can be an asshole. I can be one too. Then, you have your bitchy moments--”

I surged forward nearly joining out lips. “Hey!” I said in fake protest.

“Wait, I can be a real bitch too.” Nicolo touched my face. His fingers caressed my cheek. I still the movement of his hand and kissed all his fingers singly. “But, you’re my asshole and I’m your bitch…and the reverse applies. You’re my bitch and I’m your asshole.” He punctuated with a kiss.

We started kissing. Just standing, wrapped in each others’ arms kissing lightly. Nicolo filled me with hope. I started on his neck. Kissing and sucking as his hands slid over my head. He had nice hands, all smooth and grim-free.

Nicolo grabbed me by my white tee and pulled me toward the couch. My hands went under his sweater, grabbing at the hot skin underneath. When I got it over his head, I smiled, because he looked so dirty…not in the filthy kind of way, more of the slutty way. Though, Nicolo could never by slutty; he looked sexy. I put my mouth over his nipples and began to suck. He bucked up against me, his cock bumping against mine.

So freaking gorgeous. His belly was flat and taut, his face angelic and warm. I kissed him deeply and roughly before taking the lead and pushing him towards the couch. Our hands had a mind of their own, moving so fast, we were nearly free of all our clothes in a blink of the eye.

He was so fucking hard. So was I. I just sucked his nipples and squeezed his tits until he couldn’t speak anymore. His hands grabbed at my shirt, ripping it over my head. I worked on his pants. His legs were gorgeous, perfect, all golden brown , and nearly smooth. His cock strained against his underwear. I stroked him and he arched up from my touch.

“What do you what me to do?”

He nodded silently. One of his lips caught between his teeth as he vigorously nodded in wanting me to touch him. This was the farthest we’d ever been before. Handjobs and blowjobs. His cock was always so pretty and red when he was hard. It stood straight up, fluid sitting on the head, waiting to get sucked.

I put him in my mouth and ran my tongue and hands over him. Constantly jerking him. Getting his taste all over my mouth. I pulled off and sank lower. Kissing every inch as I moved towards his sack. I kissed his balls first then sucked them. Nico’s moans told me how good it felt. I kept going finally puling off with a wet pop.

I lifted his thighs and spread his cheeks. His little hole was so gorgeous. Seeing it was something I dreamed about nightly. I couldn’t help it. I licked my lips first before kissing and nipping his cheeks gently. Then, it was up to my tongue. I drove my tongue in and out, fucking it like it was a pussy. He was all sloppy and wet, but still tight and I just held him open. His fingers finally dug in my hair to get me to stop.

God, every time I could get his mouth wrapped around me was a good day. No one had ever made me feel this way. His mouth on my dick and balls. I was so close to coming and I really didn’t want to. Nico pulled off. We kissed again, allowing us to taste each other.

“I’m ready.”

I grabbed his hand. We weren’t going to do it for the first time on the couch. I watched him walk into my room. His ass swinging as he walked. I ran into the bathroom. Quickly opening all the doors and cabinets, I needed to find the condoms. Beneath the sink, I found a full box.

I returned to my room and stopped at the sight of Nico laid across my bed. His ass was perfect, smooth, round, and oh so perfect. The sight of him made me wan t to do one thing.

I laid on top of him, kissing him slowly and deeply. His legs parted, sliding up and around my waist; the fit was perfect, like he was made to hold me here, his heart beat hard under my ear. Holding his gaze, I slipped the condom on and readied myself. Waiting for him to give me the signal, I knew I couldn’t love him anymore than right now.

“Edwin.” He bit his lip as he trembled beneath me. His fingers gripped my arms, tracing my tattoos with each clutch, and he surged up to meet me. I popped the head of my cock inside. There was nothing like being inside of Nico. Honestly, I knew from that moment, it wasn’t possible to ever want to sleep with anyone else. My cock was made for him and he fit me like a glove.

We rocked together hard and fast, crashing against each other like ocean waves. Over and over again, I felt him surge against, clenching repeatedly as I hit that little sweet spot that made him throw his head back and moan. His knees squeezed my hips harder with each thrust.

One day, I’d come all the way inside of him and it would be the first day of the rest of my life.

TBC