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16 February, 1991 – The Buzz Club – In the loo

“Have you ever done this before?” Nicky whispered.

Richey stopped undoing Nicky’s button fly, shook his head, and shrugged. “No, of course not, but it can’t be that hard to figure out.”

Nicky covered his mouth, trying to hide a snicker.

“What?” Richey said, looking up at Nicky.

Nicky controlled his giggles long enough to say, “You said hard.”

Richey rolled his eyes and got back into the moment, his lips finding Nicky’s hip bone and covering it with kisses. When Richey began to nibble, Nicky’s laughter ceased totally and was replaced by heavier and heavier breathing. Richey yanked his trousers down farther out of the way, and followed them with Nicky’s pants. Nicky shivered at the feeling of the cool tile on his naked buttocks.

Richey stared at Nicky’s erection in front of his face. It was almost as if it was staring back at him. Somewhere in the back of his brain, a neuron was having second thoughts, but the rest of his brain, along with the chorus of his body and its miles of tangling nerves, was chanting, “Go, go, go!” He reached out chastely, slow and sure. He could hear Nicky’s breath slowing down, so he had to work fast to get it back to that fevered pace, the one that Richey had grown to love hearing panted into his ear, their bodies and lips covering each other. He gripped the base firmly and began to move his fist up and down, working up not only Nicky, but his courage as well.

This is it,’ his mind reminded him.

He leaned forward, glancing up quickly to see Nicky’s face looking down at him, his eye heavily lidded and his mouth slack. He couldn’t help but smirk a little, and let his tongue poke out of his mouth to meet the head of Nicky’s penis. The corner of Nicky’s mouth twitched in the idea of a smile, but didn’t fully form. He was too engrossed by watching Richey on his knees getting ready to give him the first blowjob he’d ever tried.

Richey pushed all of his hesitation behind him, and wrapped his lips around Nicky’s shaft. He sucked gently, only going a little past the head. He could see Nicky’s hands balling into fists at his sides and feel Nicky’s lungs working harder. He moved his left hand from around Nicky’s cock, grabbing Nicky’s hip tightly, his thumb caressing the smooth white skin there. Richey’s other hand started to move again while he tried to take more of Nicky in his mouth.

Nicky hissed. “Uh, Rich, ow, uh, watch your teeth.”

Richey could feel the blush creep across his stretched cheeks. He adjusted his lips to best fulfill Nicky’s request and moved faster, with more confidence. As he got a good pace going, he felt a hand in his hair. He wondered if he was doing something wrong again, but the hand only threaded through his hair, not hindering his movement.

He sucked harder, getting more adventurous with how much of Nicky he tried to swallow. He went a bit too far a couple times, but soon found his limits. Nicky’s hips didn’t help by coming off the wall and pushing too quickly. With a good grip, he kept Nicky in place. He closed his eyes and concentrated on his rhythm.

Nicky’s eyes were rolling back in his head. He couldn’t hold on much longer, and he tightened the fist in Richey’s hair to tell him that. He couldn’t form a coherent word if he tried. Only whines and soft moans emanated from his throat, echoing in the small space.

“Ri-, Ri-, Ri-, Rich, Rich, Richey,” Nicky panted, his voice hushed. All of his energy was being sucked out of him, quite literally. His hand was fully tangled in Richey’s disheveled black hair, curling tighter and tighter.

Richey’s jaw ached. He bobbled his head up and down, doing his best not to choke or gag.

“I-, I’m-, I’m gonna,” Nicky muttered louder this time, cutting off with a strangled cry.

Richey’s mouth and throat were suddenly invaded with foul-tasting liquid and he gagged slightly, trying to swallow as fast as Nicky was coming.

Richey sucked him clean and let him fall out of his mouth. Nicky slumped a little, still riding the wave of good feelings that come with great orgasms. Richey sat back on his heels, licking his lips and wiping his face. He massaged his jaw soothingly, happy to be able to close his mouth again.

“So?” Richey said expectantly.

“So,” Nicky replied, breathlessly with a dumb grin on his face. “Great first effort.” He took a few more deep breaths.

“Some of us need to piss, you know!” Sean yelled through the door, banging with his fist on the wooden surface for emphasis. Nicky’s instinctive reaction was to grab for his trousers, pulling them up and buttoning them hastily. He looked over at Richey nervously. Richey just smiled.

“He doesn’t know we’re in here,” Richey whispered, crawling over to Nicky and sitting at his feet.

Sean knocked again. “Wire, I know you’re in there!”

Nicky’s eyes were the size of saucers when he peered down at Richey. He slipped down the wall to sit face to face with Richey.

“Get the girl done and get out!” Sean shouted finally and walked away. His footsteps faded down the hall outside.

Richey couldn’t help but laugh. “You should’ve seen your face.”

Nicky scrunched his face and stumbled to his feet. “You be quiet, down there. We were just this close to getting caught.” Nicky pinched his fingers together to illustrate.

Richey climbed to his feet in front of Nicky. He pulled his head down and kissed him passionately, but cut it short. “Would getting caught really be that bad?”

Nicky turned around abruptly, standing in front of the sink and splashing water on his face. He raked his fingers through his hair and stared into the mirror. “I don’t know,” he sighed finally. He turned back around to face Richey again and leaned against the porcelain edge. “It would be weird. Do you really want Sean or James to walk in on us messing around?”

“No,” Richey replied, “not really. But it’d be a way to get things out in the open. This whole sneaking around thing can’t last forever.”

Nicky looked down at his feet, the previous glow of goodwill and happiness from a fantastic blowjob almost totally faded away.

“You know what, don’t worry about it,” Richey said, backtracking. “We’ll figure everything out later. Now get out there and stall them while I sneak away, yeah?”

Nicky nodded and unlocked the door, slipping out into the hall with darting eyes. Richey sat on the toilet, waiting for the clearing of the coast and thinking about how complicated things were going to be when they got home.


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