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works/773277.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Veritas:_The_Quest
  Relationship:
      Calvin_Banks/Nikko_Zond
  Character:
      Nikko_Zond, Calvin_Banks
  Additional Tags:
      Dream_Sex
  Series:
      Part 17 of Parallel_Lines
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-04-25 Words: 875
****** Après Ski ******
by Rod
Summary
     Nikko. Cal. A real fire. Somehow it will make perfect sense at the
     time.
Nikko lazes in front of the fire. He loves Jackson Hole, from the amazing snow
to the luxury lodge they've managed to rent. There is nothing to beat the rush
of screaming down a slope on a snowboard, he's long known that. What he hadn't
realised was how perfect it was to end a hard day's boarding by lying around on
a deep pile carpet in front of a real fire. One more thing he has to thank Cal
for.
As if in response to the thought, Calvin walks in and smiles at the sight
before him. Nikko smiles back, but raises a critical eyebrow. He might look
fine in his ratty T-shirt and comfortable old sweatpants, but Cal is definitely
over-dressed. The white fluffy bathrobe doesn't suit him at all.
Cal settles down in front of the fire next to Nikko, giving his lover ample
opportunity to see exactly how much he isn't wearing under the robe. Nikko
grins. "Comfortable?" Cal asks.
"I could get to like this," Nikko allows, then leans over to kiss Cal lightly.
Right now, Cal tastes of toothpaste and shower gel, but that's OK. Nikko has
plans that will leave him tasting more uniquely Cal before the evening's done.
"Remember the last time we were here?"
Nikko groans, making Cal smirk harder. "Are you trying to ruin the mood? You
laughed when I maxed my credit card and got the girl too. I didn't think I
could get more humiliated."
"Just thinking that this time is better. This time I've got you, Nicky."
He means it too, Nikko knows. Calvin doesn't let many people know his feelings,
but he hasn't hidden this gushy, emotional side from Nikko since they started
dating. If you can call what they do dating, all things considered.
Nikko doesn't have the words to give back to Cal, so he hugs him close. Judging
from the way Cal wraps his arms around him, it goes down at least as well as
'Me too' would have.
They just hold each other for a while, bodies moulding comfortably into each
other as if they were meant to be. Which they probably were, Nikko thinks. He's
seen too much not to believe that there are larger forces at work in the world,
and he and Cal have been thrown at each other so often now that even he can
take a hint.
"I've ordered Chinese," Cal murmurs, "but the take out place said it would be a
while before they could deliver."
Nikko grins into Cal's neck. "But I'm hungry now," he whines.
Cal pulls away a little, eyes dancing. "Can't have that," he says, and starts
trying to feed Nikko his tongue.
Nikko kisses back enthusiastically, moaning as Cal's hands slip under his T-
shirt to slide over his heated skin. Nikko loves the touch of Cal's hands, how
Cal seems to know just where Nikko is most sensitive, just how to make him feel
loved.
Nikko leans into the kiss, and is a little surprised to find himself rolling on
top as Cal twists them away from the fire. He's not at all surprised to find
Cal's hands easing his T-shirt up and off. Cal's robe has already fallen open,
so all that's between them now is Nikko's sweatpants and if he doesn't get them
off right now he's going to come in his pants like a teenager. And OK so
technically he is a teenager, but that's not the point.
Cal's hands know what Nikko can't even put into coherent thoughts at the
moment, and the sweats are quickly slipping down Nikko's thighs to be kicked
off into some random corner of the room. Then it's just naked Nikko and mostly
naked Cal, and it's just as well that Nikko's hands seem to know what they're
doing as well because his brain is melting.
"No boxers?" Cal pants, his breath cold against Nikko's body.
"Thought I might... be... in a... hurry."
Nikko feels the smile against his shoulder, then yelps as Cal nips him, licking
and sucking until Nikko is sure that hickey will be with him for weeks, and
shouldn't he doing that since he's the one on top? Then they're rolling again
and Nikko isn't the one on top, and that suits him fine.
Nikko takes the opportunity to slip the robe off Cal, leaving them both naked
in front of the fire. The carpet is warm against his back, the fire is heating
his sweating skin and Cal is an inferno above him, and Nikko knows he can't
last long here. Cal thrusts against him, and Nikko can't help but thrust back
even as he snakes a hand between them to grasp both their cocks. He pumps them
once, twice, three times, eyes always locked on his lover. This is the sight
that sends Nikko tumbling over the edge every time; Calvin Banks completely
focused on him.
When he comes back to himself, Nikko finds that he is staring at his bedroom
ceiling and his sheets are soaked. Jackson Hole is nearly two thousand miles
away, there is no fire, and Cal is at home. And his sheets are soaked, just in
case he might have forgotten that detail.
He is so fucked.
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