Kelly handed the lubricant back to him. Nick took the bottle, barely able to stay under control. “We don’t have condoms?”
“Don’t need them.” Kelly’s voice was muffled as he rested on his elbows and hung his head.
Nick rubbed his palm over Kelly’s ass, bending over to kiss his shoulder. “Okay,” he whispered, despite a jolt of nerves, then snapped the bottle open. He straightened back up, stroking himself and watching the rapid rise and fall of Kelly’s breathing. “Hand me that f**king video camera.”
Kelly made a whimpering sound and reached for it, snagging it by the attached string. He turned it on and handed it to Nick. Nick hit record and bent over Kelly to speak against his ear. “I better not see this shit on the internet.”
Kelly pushed up and made an exasperated sound. “Just hurry up and get in there!”
Nick gripped him by his shoulder, laughing. He stroked himself, covering his c**k liberally in lube. “Last chance.”
Kelly shivered in Nick’s arms and turned his head, seeking Nick’s lips with his own. As they kissed, Nick reached between them, pressing one slick finger against Kelly’s ass**le. Kelly groaned wantonly and rested his forehead on the bed, giving Nick the perfect opening to kiss along his shoulder and neck—kisses Kelly leaned into, and their lips meeting again. Nick slid his tongue into Kelly’s mouth as he slid his finger inside him. It was an easy entry, a gasp and a tightening of muscles Kelly’s only reaction.
“You have been practicing,” Nick growled.
“Try me.”
Nick’s heart was pounding, making it hard to breathe, making it hard to even think. Kelly’s body was warm and hard against his. He’d imagined this so many times over the last few months. He’d f**king craved it.
He worked a second finger inside, moving slowly, twisting, turning the video camera to record it. Kelly arched his body and rewarded him with another deep moan.
“Kels,” Nick gritted out.
“Fuck me, Nick, come on.”
Nick took himself in hand and pushed the head of his c**k against Kelly’s ass, pressing forward. Kelly shoved his knee against Nick’s to widen his stance. He was hanging his head and panting, and Nick hadn’t even pushed inside him yet.
Nick put a hand in the center of his back and said, “Breathe out, babe.”
Kelly did, and Nick worked the head of his c**k inside him, watching and barely remembering to point the camera toward the action.
“Jesus f**king Christ, Kels,” Nick gasped. He closed his eyes and fought with every ounce of willpower he possessed not to shove in deeper. “I’ve never been inside someone without a condom.”
“First for both of us then,” Kelly said, his voice strained. He raised his head, pushing up on his hands. “Goddamn.”
Nick ran his hand down Kelly’s spine. “Okay?”
Kelly’s answer came out as a hiss. “Fuck yes.”
He hung his head again, pushing his hips back carefully. Nick didn’t move, letting Kelly guide the entry. Kelly groaned louder, going still, and Nick began to rotate his hips, working himself inside. He’d never felt anything like it.
“Yeah, babe,” Kelly grunted, grabbing at Nick’s hip, digging his fingers in and pulling Nick closer. Nick sank further in and gasped, gripping Kelly hard.
“Fuck, Kelly, this isn’t going to last long if you don’t f**king control yourself.”
“You f**king control it,” Kelly grunted. He shoved back again and they both shouted as Nick sank deep.
Nick fumbled with the video camera and raised it to capture himself pulling his c**k slowly out and then rocking back in.
“Fuck!” Kelly cried. He grabbed at the covers, his fingers twisting in them.
Nick seated himself, shoving deep, then leaned over and placed his hand on top of Kelly’s, twining their fingers.
“Wreck me, babe,” Kelly pleaded.
“Fuck,” Nick gritted out. He dropped the camera and grabbed Kelly’s hip instead, pulling out and carefully thrusting back in. It took him longer than usual to find a good rhythm, but goddamn Kelly was so f**king tight he had to go slow. He wanted to go slow. He rested his head against Kelly’s shoulder and f**ked him, pushing in deep and pulling out until Kelly pleaded. Rolled his hips and tugged at Kelly until both their toes curled.
Kelly’s moans grew louder, his body writhing, his ass so tight Nick thought he might come every time Kelly moved. Kelly finally pushed onto his hands and knees, gasping for breath. He reached out, his hand fumbling for the video camera. He shoved it under him, pointing it so they’d be able to watch from below as Nick f**ked him.
Nick buried himself deep and began to laugh. “You’re dirty, Kels.”
“That’s like Satan calling me a bad boy.”
Nick laughed harder and bent over him, rocking into him. Kelly shouted, caught by the new angle.
“Oh Jesus, hello prostate,” he gasped.
Nick gripped his hip hard and hit that angle again. Over and over, until Kelly was barely able to prop himself up anymore. Nick paused just long enough to add more lube to the mix, then sped his rhythm, still aiming for Kelly’s prostate. Their bodies pounded together, the slapping of their skin masked only by Kelly’s shouts for more.
“Fuck, Nick, I’m gonna come,” Kelly managed after several minutes.
“Are you f**king kidding me?” Nick gasped. “You’re seriously one of those that can come without being jacked?”
“Keep going.”
“God, I love you,” Nick said as Kelly’s muscles began to tighten and spasm. “If you come, I’m going to.”
Kelly threw his head back. “You’ll come inside me?”
“Or on you, wherever the f**k you want.”
Kelly moaned. “Shoot it off inside me, Lucky. Fill me up.”
The bed protested Nick’s thrusts, but Kelly cried out for more. Nick watched his c**k disappearing into Kelly’s ass, his fingers digging into the muscles. The red camera was still sitting on the bed, watching everything, recording it from below. Kelly would probably jack off to this video for weeks. Nick winked at the camera.
Kelly cried out, throwing his head back.
“Whose name do you say?” Nick demanded.
“Oh God,” Kelly whimpered.
Nick pounded into him harder. “Say it, babe, come on. Whose name?”
“Yours!” Kelly shouted.
Nick rammed into him, rotating his hips to massage Kelly’s prostate. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you. Who?”