Sanctified Sin - You Make Me Sick

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***WARNING***

This vizzy is a little different for me. It's not exactly a happily-ever-after vizzy. If that's not your thing, then look somewhere else on my site for something to read...everything else I've written so far is, just not this. Don't worry though, it's not a death vizzy or anything, everyone's still alive at the end. So, if you're still interested, read, enjoy, and let me know what you think when you're through. :o)

***SPECIAL NOTE***

This is my first ever song fic. The lyrics came from "You Make Me Sick" by Pink. Great song.

You make me sick
I want you and I'm hatin' it
Got me lit like a candlestick
Get too hot when you touch the tip, I'm feelin' it, I gotta getta grip
And it's drivin me crazy baby don't you quit
Can't get enough of it
You got me goin' again
Baby, you got me goin' again
You make me sick…

“Kevin, no.” Nick said weakly, only half meaning it.

“Nicky, yes.” Kevin whispered huskily against the side of his neck before attacking it again with his lips and tongue and teeth. He knew this game well. They always played it when they had their secret rendezvous.

Nick moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as Kevin pressed him against the wall and reached between them to slip his hand inside his baggy jeans and curl his fingers around his already painfully hard cock. He knew he shouldn’t do this, knew it was wrong, that Kevin was using him, but in spite of all that, he couldn’t find the will power to stop him.

Finally though, the powers that be mercifully sent him an out, in the unlikely form of AJ, who’s voice was calling out to them as he walked down the hall looking for them. Nick opened his eyes and stared up into Kevin’s self-satisfied ones.

He hated that look.

Kevin always did this to him, got him all weak in the knees and moaning and then got that look. Sometimes he wanted to smack it off his face, other times he wanted to kiss it off. Either way, he wanted it gone. Just one time he wanted to do to Kevin what Kevin did to him so easily. He wanted to make him feel the way Kevin made him feel. Horny. Needy. Cheap. Used.

Kevin pulled his hand out of Nick’s pants with a final squeeze and leaned into him, whispering against his ear, “We’ll continue this later, baby, that’s a promise.”

Then he licked the inside of his ear, causing Nick to shudder involuntarily, before he stepped away mere seconds before AJ stepped into the doorway of the guest room the jackets were all stashed in.

“Kev, Nick, guys, what’s going on? Rok and Leigh are waiting for their coats. Did ya loose them or something?” AJ asked, looking from one to the other.

Kevin chuckled. “No, they’re right here. I just got sidetracked by Nick here. He was having a…problem and wanted my help with it. All fixed now though.”

AJ looked at them skeptically. “Ok, well, they’re waiting, so…”

Nick cleared his throat and spoke up then. “Yeah, we should get going. AJ, you’re still giving me a ride home right?”

Nick’s car had blown a tire on the highway on the way over to the party at AJ’s house and he’d crashed it into a guard rail. He hadn’t been hurt, thanks to his seatbelt, but his car had been seriously messed up. The auto club he was a member of had sent someone to pick him up, and AJ had told him he’d give him a lift home afterwards.

“Sure. Just give me a few minutes to clear the rest of the guests out.”

“Hey, Nick, if you don’t want to wait, man, I can give you a lift.” Kevin offered.

Nick hurriedly shook his head. “Uh, no, that’s OK, it’s out of your way. You live in like, the opposite direction.”

Kevin laughed. “And what is it for AJ? He wouldn’t even be leaving the house tonight if it wasn’t to take you home.”

AJ piped in then, looking back and forth between the two of them, not liking the scared, nervous look shadowing Nick’s blue eyes. “Kev, really, it’s not a problem. I’ve uh, got someplace to go over in that direction, and Nick doesn’t mind waiting for me, right Nick?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Thanks for the offer, but go home Kevin. Go home to Kristin. I’m sure she’s waiting for you.” Kristin hadn’t come to the party because she’d had a photo shoot that had run late and had just wanted to go home and relax afterwards.

Kevin’s eyes darkened when Nick mentioned Kristin. She’d long been a point of contention between them. With his jaw set, he said in a deceptively nonchalant voice,

“Yeah, I guess I should get home to her. Knowing her, she’s got a romantic evening all planned out.”

Nick ignored the stab of pain that shot through his gut at the thought of Kevin and Kristin having sex. He swallowed down the jealousy that welled up inside him and forced a smile. Kevin smiled coldly back and headed out of the room with Brian and Leighanne’s jackets, as well as his own. Nick started out after him, but AJ grabbed him by the arm and stopped him.

Searching Nick’s eyes for some hint of what he wanted to know, he asked, “Are you OK? What did he do this time?”

Nick sighed and closed his eyes, willing the tears not to fall. When he had himself under control, he opened his eyes again and stared down into concerned brown ones. “I’m fine. He’s just up to his normal…mind games. And of course, being the stupid blond that I am, I was starting to fall for it, again.”

AJ’s grip on Nick’s arm tightened when Nick tried to pull away and leave. “You are not a stupid blond Nick, you let yourself feel something for the wrong person. You need to break this hold Kevin has on you though. He’s going to keep using you until you stand up to him once and for all...”

AJ paused, letting his hand drop away as he pulled his eyes off Nick and stared at a random point on the wall. In a near whisper he added, “Like I did.”

Nick’s eyes widened considerably. He’d always wondered how AJ had known when he’d come to him a few months back, after rehab, and confronted him about Kevin. He’d wondered when he or Kevin had dropped any hints and how, but when he’d asked, AJ had steered the conversation in another direction, unwilling to talk about it.

In a shaky voice he said, “You…you and Kevin…he did…this…to you too?”

AJ brought his eyes back to Nick’s and nodded sadly. “Yeah, he did Nick. He did the same thing he’d doing to you now to me for nearly two years. Fuck, I even stuck with him through his marriage. I know what you’re going through, I’ve been there. It’s never going to end unless you stand up to him. If he sees you won’t let him control you any more, he’ll leave you alone.”

Nick turned and ran a hand through his hair, sighing heavily. “That’s easier said than done.”

AJ reached out a hand and touched his shoulder, squeezing lightly. “I know, but in the end, you’ll be better off. Trust me. It took the bottom of a bottle and one too many lines of coke for me to figure that out. I don’t want to see that happen to you. You’ve already gotten so wasted and pissed off at him that you got yourself arrested. He’ll destroy you if you let him. Don’t let him, Nick.”

~ ~&~ ~ ~&~ ~ ~&~ ~

Fifteen minutes later, Nick was still waiting for AJ to get the rest of the guests out of his house and it wasn’t helping that Kevin was still lurking around, brushing against him and making comments under his breath when he did that were only loud enough for Nick to hear.

After five more minutes, Nick watched helplessly as AJ disappeared down the hall with someone. A minute later, a girl Nick knew as AJ’s latest conquest, Brandy, came from that direction and walked up to him.

“Hi Nick, AJ’s tied up with something and won’t be able to bring you home until tomorrow, so you need to find another ride. Sorry.” She said, smiling sweetly at him.

Nick wanted nothing more than to scream. Now what was he going to do? Almost everyone was gone he saw as he looked around. The only person left he even knew besides Brandy, who was probably staying the night knowing AJ, was Kevin, and he didn’t even see him anywhere at the moment.

His brain screamed no anyway at the thought of asking Kevin for a ride after all, but he didn’t really have another option. He didn’t want to wait for a cab and he didn’t want to spend the night, especially if AJ would be getting lucky a few rooms down.

Turning in a near circle, he tried to find Kevin. A second later, he felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to find himself staring into electric green eyes. Eyes that melted his insides.

“Looking for someone, Nicky?”

Nick licked his suddenly dry lips and nodded. “Uh, yeah, you actually.”

Kevin arched an eyebrow. “Me? And why would that be?”

Nick could have punched him. He was making him spell it out, enjoying watching him squirm. “AJ can’t give me a ride after all so I was wondering if the offer was still open for you to give me a ride.”

Kevin shot him a knowing smile. “Nicky, you know the offer’s always open for me to give you a ride.”

Nick worked hard to keep his voice down as he glared at Kevin. “Kevin, don’t start. I just want a ride home. Nothing more. Nevermind, this was a bad idea. I’ll call a cab.”

Kevin watched him turn and start to walk away and the smile fell from his face, being replaced by a look of worry. He was loosing control of Nick day by day and he didn’t know how to stop it. It was AJ all over again, only this time worse, because he wasn’t ready to give Nick up like he was with AJ.

He decided to go with appropriately apologetic. That should score him some points, he thought. “Wait Nick. Hey, I’m sorry. All I’ll do is give you a ride home. Come on. You don’t need to call a cab.”

Nick hesitated a moment, but then caved. He didn’t want a cab. A cab would take at least forty-five minutes to show up and he didn’t want to wait that long. He wanted to get home and to bed. The day had been a long on and now it was almost two in the morning and he was tired as fuck.

“Ok, but just a ride. You’re not coming in. You’re going home to Kristin.”

Kevin decided to ignore the commanding tone in Nick’s voice. He’d let him think he was in control…for now. Later though...that would be a different story.

He nodded. “That’s fine. Come on, let’s get out of here.”

A few minutes after they walked out the door together, AJ hurried out of the back bedroom and looked around for Nick. Brandy saw him and walked up to him, draping herself over him and laying a hot steamy kiss on his lips.

AJ pulled away after a minute and asked, “Hey baby, have you seen Nick?”

Brandy pretended to think about it before answering. “Oh, yeah, he walked out of here with Kevin a few minutes ago. Why?”

AJ’s stomach sank. Nick had caved after all. He felt partly responsible for making him wait for so long, but the guest he’d been hung up with had insisted she’d lost a contact in one of the guest bathrooms and needed help finding it.

He realized too late that he should have dragged Nick back there with him. Now it was too late. Nick had made his decision and as much as AJ wanted to go after him and stop him, it was Nick’s life. He had to live it for himself.

Turning back to Brandy, he forced a smile. “No reason. I was just supposed to give him a ride home. Guess Kevin’s taking care of that though.”

Brandy smiled back. Yep, Kevin was taking care of it. Kevin had paid her good money to tell Nick what she had so he’d leave with him. Being an aspiring singer, she could use the extra money, so she’d taken him up on it. Without a further thought to Nick or Kevin, she leaned into AJ and kissed him again, smiling inwardly as AJ started to respond.

~ ~&~ ~ ~&~ ~ ~&~ ~

He was doing 8-0 on the freeway
In the 6 double O, bumpin' Isley
He was gettin' kinda close, kinda touch-ay
Cuz he had a little too much Hennessey
He told me that he wanna go home, with me up on the hill to my condo
Told me he would keep it all on the low-low
But I told him, "boo, I don't really know though"…

Nick stared out the window of Kevin’s car willing the miles to go by faster than they were. He felt like he was suffocating in the confined space with the older man. He turned when he felt a hand high up on his thigh.

“Kevin…” He started, but Kevin interrupted.

“Nick, come on. We both know how this is going to end up. Why do you keep fighting it every damn time?” Kevin asked, irritation creeping into his voice as he leaned over and kissed the side of Nick’s neck, mindless of the fact that he was doing nearly eighty down the highway.

Nick shivered as Kevin’s lips brushed his neck. A familiar smell assaulted his senses an instant later and he frowned, pushing him away. “Kevin, you’ve been drinking.”

Kevin chuckled as he pulled away and focused on the road again. “Yes mom, going to spank me and send me to my room now?”

Nick crossed his arms. “I can’t believe you. You brought alcohol to AJ’s house and got drunk there. God, could you be more of an ass? Get me home. I don’t even want to be around you right now.”

Kevin realized belatedly that he’d fucked up. Nick was touchy about AJ’s sobriety. It had hit him hard when AJ had admitted he was an alcoholic and checked himself into rehab. He needed to do damage control.

Carefully schooling his voice into that of a concerned lover, he said, “Nick, baby, let’s talk about this…when we get to your place. Let me come in with you and we’ll talk.”

Nick let his head drop back on the seat and he closed his eyes, sighing in defeat. It was no use. He never could resist him, even when he was mad at him. He just didn’t have the strength, the will power.

Keeping his eyes shut, he reverted to his old nickname for him as he answered. “Boo, I don’t know though…it never ends up being just a talk. We always end up in bed together. I don’t want that.”

Kevin smiled to himself in victory. He recognized the nickname for what it was…Nick’s acceptance. Now he just needed a little cajoling and he’d be begging him to fuck him.

He got closer to me...it started gettin' deep
He had me in a zone when he started to show me things
I never saw before
Baby was smooth but I knew it was game
Hell-of-a-cool but you men are the same
The way he licked his lips and touched my hips
I knew that he was slick…

Kevin pulled into Nick’s driveway and cut the engine. “Well?”

Nick pulled his eyes away from the window where he’d been staring out into the night listlessly and looked at Kevin. “Well what?”

“Can I come in?”

Nick swallowed hard. It was now or never. He needed to remember what AJ had told him earlier. Kevin would keep using him until he stood up to him. ‘Stay strong, Nicky, stay strong,’ he could almost hear AJ saying to him.

“N…no.” He said, barely above a whisper.

Kevin was sure he heard him wrong. “What?”

“No.” Nick said, louder this time, more confidently.

Kevin was silent for a moment, staring at him in the dark, the moonlight the only thing lighting the interior of the car. “I thought we were going to talk, Nicky.”

“We can talk out here.” Nick said, more sure of himself by the second.

Kevin laughed. “Don’t you think it’s a little uncomfortable to be stuck out in the car when we could be relaxing on your couch?”

“Kevin, if you really want to talk, we can do it out here. If not…” Nick trailed off, reaching for the door handle.

Kevin reached across the seat and put a hand on his shoulder. “Nicky, wait. OK. If you want to talk out here, then we’ll talk out here. Don’t leave. Please.”

Nick stared into Kevin’s eyes trying to figure out what was going on. He sensed something was changing between them, but he wasn’t sure what. All he knew was that for the first time in a long time he didn’t feel weak or helpless in Kevin’s presence. He liked the feeling. He decided to hear Kevin out, just so he could keep feeling this, even if it was temporary.

“Ok.”

Kevin smiled in genuine relief. He didn’t know why Nick suddenly mattered so much to him. It hadn’t been this way with AJ. Of course with AJ, things had been going on a lot longer and AJ was just a shell of himself when he’d finally gone to get help. But with Nick, things were still new, still fresh, and Nick wasn’t drinking himself into an early grave. He told himself those were the reasons for his relief. It had nothing to do with real feelings for him…it couldn’t.

Kevin leaned over and pulled Nick into a hug. He felt Nick resist initially, but after a moment his arms came up around him and Kevin smiled against his neck. Nick may be playing harder to get than usual and he may have to work a little harder to get to him, but he’d get him in the end...as usual.

Slowly, he slid his hand down Nick’s side, letting it rest on his hip, close to his crotch, purposely breathing on Nick’s neck and feeling him shiver under his touch. Oh, yeah, he’d get to him...he always did.

Nick tensed when he felt Kevin’s head turn slightly, into his neck. He could feel his breath tickling his skin and it was sending shivers up and down his spine. He sucked in a breath when he felt Kevin’s lips against his sensitized flesh next. He tried to pull away half heartedly, but Kevin held him tight as his lips brushed over his skin again and again, until Nick relaxed in his arms and closed his eyes, giving himself over to the sensations.

When Kevin bit down lightly on the side of Nick’s neck, Nick moaned, pulling him closer. He hated him and needed him all at the same time. He knew it wasn’t right, knew he should get out of the car and lock himself in the safety of his home, but he couldn’t make himself move away from him. It was as if Kevin was a magnet, drawing him to him against his will.

When Nick pulled him closer still, Kevin took that as a sign to go further. His hand slid from his hip to his crotch, feeling his erection through his jeans. He loved that he could get him that hot that fast. Nick was so easy when it came to sex.

Nick felt Kevin’s large hand cover his cock and he moaned, thrusting up into him. He couldn’t help himself. He was disgusted with himself, disgusted with Kevin, but at the same time horny as hell and Kevin was the only one who knew just how to satisfy him. Kevin had a talent for knowing just what to do to him. A talent that left Nick weak and breathless and begging for more.

Kevin’s fingers danced up the front of Nick’s pants until he reached his button and zipper. Quickly he got them undone and reached inside and inside his boxers to his hot, hard dick. He took Nick’s mouth possessively as the younger man moaned loudly. Kevin hardened at the way Nick was responding to him.

In the 6 now, so hot
Gotta pull all the windows down
Eyes lead and I'm thinkin' bout the sheets now
Wonderin' should I really take it there now
He told me he would make it worth it
Again, how many times have I heard this
Kinda funny, but I wasn't even nervous
Well his slick-ass lines were kinda working…

Nick reached out and fumbled with Kevin’s zipper, making short work of it and pulling the older man free of his confines. He started to work his erection in time with the way Kevin was working his and soon they were both breathing hard and moaning.

Kevin pressed forward, further into Nick and Nick leaned back. Before either of them knew it, they were laying down on the front seat, the steering wheel sticking into Kevin’s thigh, but he didn’t give a damn. He wanted Nick right then and there.

Nick writhed underneath him as Kevin pressed his hard length against his, rubbing deliciously. The friction was driving Nick insane, along with Kevin’s tongue in his ear. He was so close to cumming right there as if he was some sex starved teenager.

As his head bumped into the door handle for the umpteenth time, he thought about his nice, comfortable bed in the house mere feet away. Part of him wanted to stop Kevin and take it in there, between the sheets, but the other part, the part below his waist that was now leaking precum he was so close, insisted he keep his mouth shut, stay put and let Kevin get him off first.

Kevin was so intent on getting himself and Nick off, that at first he didn’t hear the ringing coming from his jacket pocket. Slowly though, the incessant shrill sound broke through his near orgasmic state of mind and he pulled away from Nick, smiling apologetically when he heard him whimper in disappointment.

With one foot on the floor, he sat on his other leg, which was resting on the seat between Nick’s legs and dug around in his half-off jacket for his cell phone. Finding it, he grabbed it, flipping the top up and groaning as he saw who it was. Kristin. This was going to set him back with Nick, but there was nothing he could do about it. If he didn’t answer, she’d call AJ’s, and AJ would no doubt look aroud, figure out that he and Nick were gone and tell her he’d left with Nick. Kristin was already suspicious of him and Nick. She’d all but blatantly accused him of fucking him.

Hitting a button, he put the phone to his ear and said hello.

Below him, Nick lay, fully exposed still, staring up at him as Kevin started to tuck himself back in his jeans. He knew almost immediately who it was by the trapped look on Kevin’s face. It was always the same. No matter what they were doing, he dropped everything for her.

‘What’d you expect, Nicky, him to drop his wife for hot sex with you? He may have told you more times than you can count that you’re a hot piece of ass, but at the end of the day, he’s still hers.’ Nick hated that voice in his head, always taunting him, telling him what a loser he was, that he was nothing more than Kevin’s bitch, a place to put his dick whenever he was in the mood.

He started to sit up, but his leg was trapped between Kevin’s. With a hard yank that sent Kevin falling backwards until he hit the door with a soft thud, Nick pulled free and sat up, tucking himself into his jeans as he listened to Kevin’s end of the conversation.

Kevin swallowed a grunt as his back hit the door and he said into the phone, “Baby, I miss you too. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there when you got home.”

Nick tensed. He hated it when Kevin called her baby.

“Oooh that sounds good. Yeah, I’m still at AJ’s. I’ll be here for another…” Kevin paused and looked at Nick, then turned away and continued, “hour or so, then I’ll be heading home.”

Nick turned his head, his eyes burning with unshed tears. His erection was now completely gone in the wake of Kevin’s conversation with his wife. He stared at the fogged up window as beads of water slowly made paths downwards. How the fuck had they fogged up the windows that fast? He wondered.

“I know, I love you too baby.”

Nick’s gut clenched. Love. He loved her. He wanted him, but he loved her. Suddenly Nick felt like he was suffocating. He had to get out of there. Had to get away from Kevin.

He grabbed the door handle and yanked it open as he heard Kevin say goodbye. He didn’t stop though, instead scrambling out of the car and heading for the house. He had his hand in his pocket and was fishing out his keys when he heard a car door slam behind him and Kevin’s voice calling to him.

“Nick, wait!”

Nick shook his head as he pulled his keys free of his pocket and fumbled for the right one. Calling over his shoulder, he said, “Not this time, Kevin. Go home. I don’t want you here.”

Kevin ran after him, catching him just as he stuck the keys in his door and turned, unlocking it. He grabbed his arm and Nick spun around, glaring at him. Kevin reached out with his other hand and began rubbing up and down Nick’s arms, trying to sooth him.

“Come on, baby. You know I just say that shit to keep her happy. I don’t mean a word of it.”

Nick reached out and gave Kevin a hard shove, sending him staggering backwards a couple of steps. “Don’t fucking call me that after you just called her that.”

Kevin’s brow knit in confusion. “What?”

“Baby.” Nick bit out. “You just called her baby not a minute ago. You said, ‘I know, I love you too baby.’ And now you’re calling me baby. Stop it.”

Kevin threw up his hands. “OK, OK, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I did that. It doesn’t mean anything when I say it to her though, it’s just…a habit I guess.”

Nick snorted in disgust. “Yeah, and I’m sure it means a whole lot more when you say it to me, right? How blond do you think I am anyway?”

Kevin was starting to feel the first tendrils of apprehension curl his stomach. This was way beyond Nick’s typical resistance. This smacked of…a break up. He suddenly realized how much Nick did mean to him. Beneath all of it, the lies, the cheating, the broken promises, he really didn’t want to give Nick up. Instead of being honest and admitting that though, he stepped forward, trying one of his tried and true manipulative moves on Nick.

“It is just a habit, ba…Nicky,” he answered, catching himself saying baby. “I swear. With you it does mean more.”

I felt my knees get weak...his body was callin' me
Just couldn't take the heat
Anyway it was 2 or 3, I had to get off the streets
Baby was cool but I knew it was game
Said, he was too schooled to be screamin' my name
Even though we made the best of it
I still told him this…

Nick hated him and hated himself for wanting him in spite of the obvious lies and half truths that Kevin constantly dished out to him to get his way. He knew Kevin was manipulating him, but at that moment he didn’t care. Kevin’s hands were sliding up his arms to his shoulders and then to his neck and finally tangling in his hair as he stared deep into his eyes.

Nick wanted him. No matter what else he felt for him, lust, love, hate, he wanted him right then. He’d worry about tomorrow…well, tomorrow. He pulled Kevin into his arms and kissed him hungrily.

Kevin stood stock still for a second, shocked out of his skin at Nick’s bold actions. In the past, Kevin had always been the aggressor. Always. This was different…new. In spite of himself, he started to respond, tightening his fingers in Nick’s hair, pressing himself against him. He decided he liked this. He had no idea where it was coming from, but he damn well wasn’t going to complain. It got old having to talk Nick into sex all the time.

Nick couldn’t believe he’d done that, but now that he had, he wasn’t going to stop. He turned slightly and pressed Kevin back into the wall jutting out on one side of the door and ground their hips together, moaning into his mouth as he got hard all over again. Kevin of course, was still hard. Nick doubted very much he’d ever gone soft, even during his conversation with Kristin. Sometimes Nick thought that was half the turn on for Kevin, getting one over on her.

The realization that he was somehow totally out of control of the situation for the first time since he and Nick had started fucking slowly made it’s way past his muttled, sex-filled thoughts. He didn’t know how he felt about that, but Nick wasn’t even giving him a chance to anyway. With the way he was grinding on him and kissing him, Kevin was lucky he could think at all.

Nick reached out to the door on his left and turned the now unlocked knob in his hand, pushing the door open. Pulling back, he grabbed the front of Kevin’s shirt and pulled him away from the wall, then turned him and shoved him through the open doorway.

Kevin stumbled inside, barely keeping his balance. He couldn’t believe what was happening. Somehow Nick had shifted all the power to himself…and Kevin was letting him.

Once inside, Nick slammed the door shut and pushed Kevin further in the house, toward the living room. Once there, he started to pull Kevin’s clothes off, wanting him naked.

Kevin started to protest. As much as Nick’s aggressive actions were turning him on, it was getting totally out of hand and he needed to stop it. “Nicky…”

Nick ripped his shirt off his body and started to work on the zipper to his jeans. “Shut up Kevin. I don’t want to hear it.”

Kevin stiffened but made no move to stop Nick’s actions. “Don’t talk to me like…like…”

Nick yanked Kevin’s jeans off his hips, taking the boxers with him, leaving Kevin completely exposed to him. “Like what, Kevin? Like you’re my bitch? Like you talk to me? Treat me?”

Nick stepped closer licking his lips and Kevin backed up a step, pulling himself free of his pant legs that were around his ankles. He didn’t know what to say. Nick was scaring him a little, but more than that, he was turning him the fuck on.

Nick smiled, well aware of the thoughts running through Kevin’s brain. It was normally his place to think that way and he was rather enjoying the role reversal. He kept advancing until Kevin stopped backing up. Without looking down, Nick knew the reason was because he’d backed into the couch.

He reached out and pulled Kevin to him, running his hands down his back and cupping his bare ass in his hands. He ground his still jean clad erection against Kevin’s naked one and asked, “How does it feel, baby? You like it don’t you? You like being treated like just another piece of ass.” Nick chuckled as he felt Kevin’s erection twitch against him. “Oh yeah, you like it.”

Kevin opened his mouth to protest, but the words were lost as Nick’s mouth descended on his. He moaned into the kiss, bringing his hands up to circle Nick’s waist and melting against him.

Nick pulled his mouth from him and licked his way to his ear, feeling Kevin shiver in his arms. He licked the shell of Kevin’s ear then whispered. “You make me sick, you know that?. You and your games. You’ve toyed with me one to many times boo, and now I’m going to give you a taste of your own medicine. Don’t worry though, it’s going to feel soooo good…baby.”

Kevin was too far gone to stop him. Nick could have called him the male whore for Nsync at that moment and he couldn’t have given a flying fuck less. He just wanted Nick and wanted him now.

He reached out to pull off Nick’s shirt and Nick accommodated him, lifting his arms as Kevin pulled it over his head. In the mean time, Nick unfastened his jeans and reached out again, pulling Kevin to him for a violent kiss. He was getting off on controlling Kevin this way and he was shocked off his ass that Kevin seemed to be getting off on it too. He wasn’t going to question it though, not when he could fuck him instead.

Kevin was taken off guard when Nick gave him a hard shove, sending him falling back onto the couch. Before he could protest, Nick was pushing him backwards and stretching out on top of him. Kevin arched up as Nick ground himself into him, at the same time reaching down and pinching his nipples.

Nick was sick of the foreplay. He wanted to fuck Kevin. He’d never gotten to do that before. Kevin had always fucked him. Always. Tonight though, Nick wanted to fuck him and he had a feeling Kevin would let him.

Climbing off him, he pulled Kevin up and turned him around, forcing him to kneel on the floor in front of the couch. Kneeling behind him, he ran his hands up his ass, over his back and down his arms, leaning in and whispering in his ear. “Are you going to let me fuck you tonight, Kev? Can I bury my cock deep in that sweet, tight ass of yours?”

Kevin could only moan in response and press himself back into Nick, rubbing his ass against Nick’s erection, giving him all the answer he needed.

Nick leaned back and pushed his jeans down over his hips and butt, not bothering to take them off as he spit in his hand then rubbed his cock to lubricate it. Pressing forward again, he placed himself at Kevin’s entrance and pushed the older man forward with a hand on his back.

Kevin leaned forward farther, bracing himself against the couch, waiting for the pain…and the pleasure that would follow. He hadn’t been fucked for a while and knew it was going to hurt like a bitch, but also knew it would feel so good after the hurting stopped.

He sucked in a sharp breath as the head of Nick’s cock pushed into him. He didn’t have time to do much else though before Nick shoved in him the rest of the way. He lay there, chest on the couch cushion, hands on either side, clutching fistfuls of fabric, dick pressed against the front of the couch, eyes squeezed tightly shut as he waited for the pain to leave.

Nick waited behind him for as long as he could. He was mad at Kevin, he even thought he might hate him in some ways, but he wasn’t so sadistic that he would fuck him while he was in pain. Finally though, he couldn’t take it any more. It felt too damn good.

“Kev, shit, I’ve gotta move.”

Through clenched teeth, Kevin said, “Do it Nick, fuck me.”

Nick took the invitation, pulling mostly out of him, then thrusting back in. He set a steady pace, wanting to take his time, savor the victory, the fact that he was in control for a change…at least for that night.

Kevin moaned and writhed under him, wanting Nick to stop torturing him already and just fuck the shit out of him. “Nicky…please…just…”

“Just what, Kev?” Nick panted.

“Just fuck me already…hard, fast…” Kevin said on another moan as Nick grazed his prostate.

“I don’t think so, Kev. I like fucking you slow, making you moan. Shit, you're so hot being my bitch…you like it this way, don’t you?”

Kevin tensed. He was nobody’s bitch. He tried to pull away, but Nick clamped his hands down on his hips, as if he'd anticipated Kevin’s actions. Kevin continued to fight him until he felt Nick thrust into him hard and rotate his hips, sending waves of white hot pleasure jolting through him. He groaned and stopped struggling, instead pushing back into him, wanting more.

Nick laughed. A cold laugh that made Kevin feel less than human. Nick had him exactly where he wanted him and he knew it. Kevin suddenly felt like a piece of meat and he wondered if this was how Nick had felt all these months. But then Nick was shoving into him again and Kevin couldn’t think of anything else but the pleasure he was giving him.

Finally Nick felt his climax nearing and he started to speed up, thrusting harder and faster. “Shit, Kev, you feel so damn good…so hot…tight…”

Kevin groaned as his dick rubbed into the rough material of the couch with every thrust of Nick’s hips. He clutched at the couch cushions tighter, holding on as Nick pounded in and out of him. Heat rushed through him on sharp electric currents, making his legs feel weak, his skin flushed. He was so close.

“Fuck, Nicky…so…close…ahhhh!” He screamed, cumming all over the front of the couch.

Nick felt him climax and he sped up even faster, emptying himself a minute later inside Kevin and yelling his name. He collapsed on top of Kevin’s back and for a long moment neither of them moved.

Finally though, Nick pulled out, groaning as Kevin’s ring of muscle clutched at him, trying to suck him back in. Pulling free, he pulled his jeans back up and sat back on his heals as Kevin turned around and sat on the carpeted floor, facing him.

Kevin watched Nick tuck himself back in his jeans and zip up. Kevin felt used. Nick hadn’t even taken off all his clothes. He’d used him and Kevin had let him. There was no getting around that. He felt sick. Nick’s words earlier came crashing through his head.

‘You make me sick, you know that? You and your games. You’ve toyed with me one to many times boo, and now I’m going to give you a taste of your own medicine. Don’t worry though, it’s going to feel soooo good…baby.’

Kevin finally understood what Nick meant, because he felt that way now. Nick made him sick, but at the same time, he wanted more of what he’d just gotten from him. He wondered vaguely if he was masochistic for that.

Nick watched him closely, saw the emotions play across his face and part of him felt bad for that, knowing how he felt right then. But another part, a part deep inside that screamed for revenge, loved every second of it.

Abruptly he stood and grabbed Kevin’s clothes, throwing them at him. “You’d better get home to your wife Kev. Sounded like she had something planned from the way you talked on the phone.”

Kevin’s gut clenched. He was being dismissed. He hated Nick in that instant. Standing, he dressed quickly and headed for the door. Next to it, Nick was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, as well as ankles. Something inside Kevin snapped as he reached it. He sidestepped the door and pulled Nick into his arms, kissing him roughly, trying desperately to gain back some of the control that up until tonight he’d had over him.

Nick felt the desperation coming off Kevin in waves and it gave him a rush of power. He quickly turned them so that Kevin’s back was against the wall and Nick took charge of the kiss. After a moment, Nick pulled away, completely disengaging himself from Kevin and reached out next to them, turning the knob and pulling the door open.

“Goodbye, Kevin.”

Kevin just stared at him for a long moment. He knew the goodbye for what it was. Permanent. Final. It wasn’t just a goodnight goodbye, it was a goodbye to them. All Kevin could do was nod and mutter a horse goodbye himself as he turned and left.

At his car Kevin turned back one last time to see Nick staring after him. He would have sworn there were tears running down his face, but he couldn’t tell for sure because of the tears running down his own face suddenly. Without a word he got in his car, started the engine and pulled out of the driveway.

Nick watched at the door until Kevin’s taillights finally disappeared in the darkness. Wiping at the tears off his face, he turned and walked back into his house, closing the door and leaning against it. Taking a shaky breath, he leaned his head back and closed his eyes, wishing Kevin was back already, but knowing he’d done the right thing. He’d had to, for both their sakes.

It didn’t change the fact that he still loved him, still wanted him, still hated him for what he’d done to him. That would all take a while to get past, but he knew he had to and he would…eventually.

Can't..no no no
Oh, you make me sick
I want you and I'm hatin' it...hatin' it...hatin' it…

THE END

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