By Jules
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Rating: This part? R? (thought maybe it was time to change the rating..)
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Chapter 10As much as talking to Brian gave me a sense of relief about Nick, it also put me on the defensive. No he wasn't just fucking with me. That much I knew, because if he wasn't opposed to the idea of being with another man, then I had a chance. But he had met someone. Was interested in someone...all the while screwing around with me. It never once crossed my mind that the person could be me. Because what we were doing was just harmless flirting. Wasn't it? God, I just don't know anymore. All this thinking and worrying and anticipating was driving me crazy. I didn't know how much longer I could handle this. As much as I wanted it to stop, I thrived on it. I began to worry that if Nick and this other person got together, what we had would stop. To keep myself sane I decided to worry about that when we came to it.
We had to be at Jive for this meeting that the management called. They wanted to know how we were doing for songs for the new CD. Collectively, the five of us had come up with 16 songs. Some we'd written as a group, some we'd written on our own. I had penned I think 3 single songs and was actually quite proud of them. I checked my watch, 1 o'clock, almost time. Seeing Nick and Brian coming up the stairs into the office I felt my heart start to quicken a smile crossing my face. He was so beautiful. So sexy. So smirking at me as I stared at him. In my past life I had to have been a giddy little girl. I shook my head and smiled back, jumping when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to face AJ who had somehow snuck up on me. "Jesus Bone. Kill a man why don't you." He laughed at that. I don't understand why I hang out with people who are so hell bent on torturing me. Must be the masochistic side of me. So we went into the building. The four of us, our security guards in tow. 8 of us in total. I wondered where Howie was but then figured he'd probably already been here for quite some time. He was always so interested in the business side of things. We waited for the elevator, my skin tingling at the prospect. Thanks to Nick, I now saw a whole different side of a simple elevator ride. The opportunity. The possibilities. The eroticism of being enclosed in a small space with nowhere to go. We all filed in and I found myself squished at the back in the corner. And much to my dismay ...or much to my excitement...it could be considered as both... There was Nick. Right behind me. Pressed up against me, with everyone in front of us. No one watching. No one the wiser.
I tried not to think about what he was doing behind me, what I wanted him to be doing behind me and jumped when I felt a breeze on my right ear. Caressing my neck. I shivered and closed my eyes. Knowing what was coming next. Damn our studio for being so high up in the building. We had to go all the way up to the 54th floor. I looked up at the blinking numbers. 7. Fucking 7. I was never going to make it. And then he started talking to me.
"Kev. We always seem to meet like this." He breathed into my ear, his hands drawing patterns on my back. I thought to myself, I could die right now and be happy. I could just picture his face as he was talking to me. His eyes so blue, his pouty lips begging to be wet by that pink tongue I so wanted to taste. And then his hands wandered down my back and landed on my ass. At first he just kept them still, just resting them there. But then after a few seconds he cupped my ass and kneaded the cheeks, squeezing and caressing them. My knees were Jell-O. My brain was mush and I was thankful that everyone else was to occupied in their conversation to notice what was going on between us. Nick had rested his chin on my shoulder, further rendering our positions as unnoticeable from everyone else.
"It's just too bad that everyone else is in here with us. I wanted to properly thank you for what you did to me at the bar last week."
Holy shit. His hand was in my shirt. His fucking hand was IN MY SHIRT. He had slipped it under the T-shirt I was wearing and was now caressing my stomach, running his fingers through the patch of hair just below my bellybutton. I couldn't help but lean my head back and rest it on his shoulder. How no one noticed what we were doing amazed me.
And then he started grinding his hips into me, to show me how hard he was. My eyes raised to see where we were. 30. SHIT. I wanted to be there. I wanted to stay on this elevator. I wanted everyone else out so I could throw Nick up against the wall of the elevator and fuck that smirk off his face. Rip those clothes off his body and just show him what all this teasing was doing to me.
"Do you want me Kev? Do you wish that it was just us here in this elevator. So I could rip your clothes off and fuck you so hard." How did he do that? I know I didn't think my thoughts out loud or I'd have 6 very shocked people staring back at me. So he must have just read my mind. Needless to say, I was stunned. "I think that's what you want." He was practically growling at this point. I didn't say anything. Couldn't say anything. My one hand went to his arm to steady myself and I felt him laugh silently. "Yeah. That's what you want." And then he licked my back between my shoulders, just above the scoop neck of my T-shirt. It was then I got my voice back. "And Nick," I started, slightly moving my head so only he could hear me. "What makes you think that it would be YOU fucking ME." I smiled at the amused look on his face. I let my guard down thinking I had beat him, made him think about that one. Shouldn't have done that. Never let your guard down around him. He wins EVERY TIME! He grabbed ahold of my right arm, lacing his fingers with mine and gently bringing it behind my back so that no one could see what he was doing. It was then he brought my hand down to his crotch and placed it over his cock. "Because Kev." He ran my hand up and down his erection and I heard him moan quietly. "I know you want to know what this feels like inside of you. Owning you. Possessing you. Driving you to heaven and hell both at the same time. Heaven because it feels so good, but hell because at the same time it hurts so good too."
That was too much for me and I moaned loudly. Very loudly. A make everyone turn and stare loudly. Nick ducked his head down and let go of my hand, trying to stifle his laughter. Damn him. I fell into that one...practically gave him permission to do it. Damn him. He'd pay for that one. I was going to make sure of it.
"You okay cuz?" That was Brian. He was giving me an odd look. I tried not to blush and couldn't make my brain work enough to muster up a response.
"Yah Rok. Kev's okay. We were just talking about what happened last time we were in an elevator together. Isn't that right Kevvy?" Nick patted my shoulder roughly, as to show that we were just indeed talking and reminiscing.
"Yeah. Something like that Nicky." I replied not thinking. I hadn't noticed I'd called him Nicky until AJ's head shot up and turned so fast I thought he was going to give himself whiplash. Nick had since moved away slightly as to not bring any more attention to us. I stood there just watching the numbers pass until I heard AJ mumbling. "Holy Fuck." He whispered loudly to himself before he started laughing hysterically. "You've got to be fucking kidding me!" Still talking to himself.
He then looked at Nick and then me. I gave him a 'what the fuck' look and tried to ignore the overwhelming feeling of disaster that was sneaking up on me.
"Bone. You okay? What is wrong with you people lately?" Brian muttered looking from AJ to Nick to me and shaking his head.
"Ummm. Yeah I'm okay Rok. Just remembering a story someone had once told me about an elevator." He turned and looked at me as he said that, wiggling his eyebrows and winking. He then looked at Nick who was completely oblivious to AJ's glances, and returned his gaze to me. It was then I realized my slip up. I called him Nicky. I never called Nick Nicky in front of anyone. I had only called him that when we were alone together. Shit. I had told AJ and D on the bus when I was jerking off that I had an encounter on an elevator with a hot blonde named Nicky. SHIT SHIT SHIT. How do I get myself into these situations? I had to play it cool. I turned and looked directly at him, to show him that I wasn't afraid of him. AJ was still staring at me. As if telling me something. Telling me that he was on to me. He knew who my hot blonde Nicky was. And it wasn't a girl. I wanted the elevator floor to just open up and swallow me whole. Of course that didn't happen. The doors opened and we all stepped off the elevator and made our way down to the conference room. I had no idea what I was going to do.