The Thousand Smiles of Nicholas Goring (2 page)

Nicholas laughed under his breath. "Well … tonight I feel like … going all out. Doing a bit of everything. Is that all right?"

"
Hell
, yes," Dave whispered fervently.

"And I want … I want you to tell me how it feels."

Dave cast him a doubtful look.

"You know, just … make a bit of noise. That's all."

"I can do that," said Dave, relaxing again. He'd long ago learned how a throaty guttural groan could add to the joy felt by his other senses, and he suspected he probably made plenty of other kinds of sounds, too, when in the heart of it.

"All right, then …" After a moment, Nicholas carefully disengaged himself, and stood from the lounge – but when Dave went to get up, too, Nicholas said, "No, wait there."

Dave shivered in happy anticipation.

Nicholas returned in a few moments with a small bundle of things wrapped up in one of their silk slips, which he put down on the lounge out of Dave's reach before turning to stand in the middle of the room. "Come here," he gently asked Dave – and Dave happily went.

Nicholas leant in to brush a kiss across Dave's mouth, and then took Dave's face in both hands and kissed him hungrily, his tongue pushing out to lick across Dave's lips and then press inside. Dave sucked on him, rubbing his own tongue up against Nicholas's in a tender caress. Being so used to each other as they were, they hardly needed anything more than that to get in the mood.

More kisses pressed to his face, and Nicholas's hands running lightly across his shoulders, down to his waist – and then grasping the hem of his t-shirt and slowly lifting it up and off. Nicholas dropped to his knees, and grinned happily up at Dave while unbuttoning and unzipping Dave's jeans – and then his jeans and boxers were carefully eased down past his hip bones, past his cock already heavy with interest, and slid down his thighs and further until at last he could step out of them and stand there naked.

Nicholas stood, still dressed in jeans and t-shirt. "Your turn?" Dave asked, lifting his hands.

"Not yet," Nicholas replied with a smile that hinted at very thorough plans. He went over to the things he'd put on the lounge, and came back with the silk stockings. "All right?"

"I said anything," Dave replied – though he'd only worn these once before, and it had been on the strict understanding that Nicholas never asked Dave to shave his legs. ‘As if,' Nicholas had scornfully retorted.

Nicholas knelt again, and gathered up one of the stockings, hands effortlessly rhythmic. Once he was ready, Dave lifted one foot, resting a hand on Nicholas's shoulder for balance, and watched as Nicholas carefully fitted the stocking over Dave's toes, settled it into place. Then he eased the sheer pale gold silk up Dave's leg, shaping it perfectly, until the top was snug around Dave's thigh. Nicholas reached for a ribbon, and tied it around the stocking to hold it in place with a golden bow. More kisses pressed to the bare skin above the silk, with an occasional ‘accidental' nudge of nose or cheek against Dave's cock which hung thickly over his balls. Then the other leg received the same attentions, before Nicholas stood. A third ribbon was tied around Dave's left arm, about as high as it would go, and Nicholas caught up the long loose lengths in bow after bow.

Then, taking each of Dave's hands in his and holding them a little way out to each side as if to put Dave on display, Nicholas smiled at him with an appreciative twinkle in his eyes. "You really are the most gorgeous creature …"

"Not better than butterflies," Dave protested, his voice already a bit rough.

"Better than butterflies," Nicholas confirmed with a nod.

To which Dave had no sensible response. But that was all right, because after a moment Nicholas pressed a kiss to his mouth, and then headed back to the lounge.

He returned with the butt plug and lube. "All right?" he asked again.

Dave simply nodded, and Nicholas walked around to kneel behind him, to kiss him
there
– and then, with the confidence of long familiarity, Nicholas broached him with two lubed fingers and then eased the plug inside. It sat snug within, filling him and promising there was more to come. Dave shivered a little – and Nicholas, who still knelt behind him, tapped his fingers against the plug's base, which turned the shiver into a shudder. Dave let out a sharp breath –

"No, come on," Nicholas murmured, pressing a kiss to Dave's rear. "Tonight I want to hear you."

Well, he'd feel foolish if he tried to manufacture a groan now, so Dave promised, "Next time."

"Good." Nicholas pressed another kiss to his skin – and then took a bite of flesh, not hard but startling.

"Ow!" cried Dave.

"Good," Nicholas repeated complacently. "That's more like it." Then he stood, and came around to smile with happy mischief at Dave, to take his hand. "Let's go to bed."

Dave happily followed him down the hall, walking only a little bit gingerly …

Nicholas had Dave lie down in the middle of the bed, and then knelt beside him to use silk cords to tie each of Dave's wrists to the wooden slats of the bedhead directly above him. Dave tugged on the cords carefully as Nicholas drew away again, testing their firmness. They held – though as with the ribbons, they were only fastened with bows, and Dave could undo them himself at any time, if he needed to.

Nicholas pulled away again and stood, watching Dave with a bright heavy gaze as he took off his own clothes – and a moment later Nicholas was on all fours on the bed beside him, stealing a kiss from his mouth, then pushing down further to nuzzle at Dave's throat … Dave stretched tall in anticipation, luxuriating in the flex of his lower spine, feeling the weight and slight pressure of the plug within him – and he moaned a little encouragement as Nicholas unerringly found that particular place at the juncture of his neck and shoulder … moaned under his breath – until Nicholas took another bite at him, which provoked a grunt of protest, and then a muttered, "All right, all right!"

A rumbling kind of purr answered him, and then with slow deliberation Nicholas worked his way further down Dave's body, kissing and licking and nibbling at all the places he knew would drive Dave mad with wanting. It was enough incitement to have Dave making a needy little noise on each panting breath. By the time Nicholas was lapping at Dave's tackle, his cock was hot and hard and so damned
ready
… Nicholas was still taking his time, though, and would not be hurried along even though Dave wriggled impatiently, and rolled his hips, and pushed up against where Nicholas's hands were pinning him down.

At last Nicholas deigned to take Dave's cockhead into his mouth, and suckle it sweetly – but only for a few moments. Dave growled, and tugged at the restraints that meant he couldn't clutch at Nicholas or drag him closer.

"You've been doing very nicely," Nicholas commented, looking up at him from beyond Dave's proudly-standing cock. "Still a bit quiet, mind you – but I'm sure I'll have you shouting before long."

"Nnn," Dave said, in some disgruntlement.

"Words," Nicholas continued. "I think for now we need words."

Dave frowned at him suspiciously. "What words?"

"How about … you tell me what you want … and I'll do it."

A silence dragged – in which Nicholas did nothing but continue looking with confident hope up at Dave.

"And, you know …" Nicholas helpfully continued, "I won't do anything unless you tell me."

Dave shook his head. "Can't."

"No?"

"No! We won't end up doing
anything
!"

"Now, come on. You're not the shy inarticulate Aussie bloke you sometimes pretend to be. At least, not with
me
."

"I can't, Nicholas," Dave insisted. And to underscore his point, he glanced at his own cock, which had wilted a little. "I don't have the words. Not for this kind of thing."

"Well, then," Nicholas replied. "Never mind all that." And he obligingly bent his head to encourage Dave back into full-blooded life, with a hand slipping in below to roll and tug at his balls in a rhythm that had a fingertip regularly nudging at the base of the plug, sending a delicious vibration deep within him – and Dave played his part, at first embarrassed to be making an effort to translate sensations into sounds … but it felt surprisingly good, and the sounds transformed back into new sensations, quite apart from Nicholas rewarding him with exactly the right steady increase in intensity, and his free hand sliding up Dave's chest to pinch and rub at a nipple.

"Soon," Dave was eventually saying – though Nicholas seemed to only take this as a prompt to slow down. "Please," Dave was begging.

"
Mmm
…" Nicholas happily murmured around Dave's cock.

And still it went on and on, these thunderously awesome pleasures, until Dave began to fear that the final lightning strike would never quite happen. "
Please
, Nicholas …"

"Mmm … !"

And maybe Nicholas did want the words after all – "Please," Dave muttered – so then he gathered himself up tight and blurted, "Seize the fucking day, Nicholas –
right fucking now
."

Which had exactly the opposite effect Dave had intended. Nicholas's mouth slid up off Dave's cock leaving it standing there damp with saliva and feeling the cold even on this warm day – and Nicholas sat up a little, while his hands kept working away at what they'd been doing, though gently now. "
Some
things," said Nicholas, with a smile that was probably a little shakier than Nicholas would have wanted, "are worth taking one's time over."

Dave really was out of words, so he just gazed up at Nicholas mutely, probably looking completely pitiful, for Nicholas kind of chuckled half-heartedly and then carefully withdrew his hands. At Dave's bereft protest, which sounded disconcertingly like a whimper, Nicholas nodded reassuringly – and he reached for the lube, and reached down between his own thighs to prepare himself.

"Soon," Nicholas whispered. "Soon, I promise."

And already he was straddling Dave's hips, and positioning himself – they didn't do this often, but it was often enough for it to all be quite instinctive – and then pushing down and further down onto Dave, taking him in and deeper in. Dave was all tensed up at this point, and virtually breathless with it, gazing up at his glorious contrary husband, and feeling the pressures of both having and being had … As soon as Nicholas was settled, he reached behind himself to play with Dave's balls, before at last beginning to rock his hips in a subtle move that threatened imminent devastation.

"Nicholas –" Dave said, his voice breaking with need and wonder.

"Ssh … it's all right."

Nicholas's cock bobbed stiffly as he moved, and Dave eyed it hungrily, wondering what Nicholas's plans were for his own pleasure. Perhaps he would toss himself off – but his right hand was currently toying with Dave's nipple again, and judging by the weight behind it, Dave thought Nicholas was pretty much propping himself upright at this point.

"Nicholas –" he tried again.

"Yes," Nicholas eventually said. After another moment or two, he managed to pause in his rhythm and lean forward far enough to pull at one of the cords, which fell free of the bedhead. Once Nicholas had resumed his chosen tasks, he nodded again at Dave, and said, "Make me come."

"My pleasure," Dave replied. And he reached down with the silk still binding his wrist, and bound his hand around Nicholas's gorgeous cock, and – after taking a moment to find the right timing – Dave began deliberately working away at a task that would be over all too soon.

Sure enough, Nicholas's head dropped back with a resounding groan, and his rhythms faltered – intensified for a moment – stilled – and then he was spurting his seed across Dave's belly, groaning again – and his tight arse was clutching at Dave's cock, Dave's own arse was clutching at the plug, Nicholas's hand was trembling on Dave's tender balls – and suddenly the end was upon him at last, and Dave drove up into Nicholas with a shout, and then another, all joy and relief and love …

They finally collapsed together – Nicholas barely summoning the energy to deal with the plug, but he did so while Dave released his other wrist – and Dave wrapped both arms around this awesome man, his husband, murmuring some nonsense about him being the best fuck in all the world, "the best lover ever", to which Nicholas murmured something that sounded pleased. And they settled there together in their bed, in their home, and after a while – forgetting all about that midnight snack – they slept.

The next morning saw Dave and Nicholas at the airport early to collect Robin. They joined the line-up leaning on the waist-high barriers, greeted with nods and friendly monosyllables from the drivers and tour operators and such, some of whom had known Dave since he was a kid. "Brought the missus with you, then?" one of them commented to Dave.

Nicholas snorted with quiet humour, but Dave answered seriously enough. "Yeah, his nephew's coming to visit for his summer holidays. Well, you know … it's winter here, summer up there."

"Got everything arse-about, them Poms."

"You just wait," Nicholas muttered darkly. "The magnetic poles will reverse, and then where will you be?"

"Still in God's own country, mate!"

"So you will," Nicholas happily responded. "And so will I!"

There was a general round of laughter, and then everyone fell back to their earlier silence or desultory talk. Nicholas nudged Dave with an elbow, and indicated the cold hard floor on the other side of the barriers. "That's where I was when I saw you for the very first time."

The guy on the other side of Dave asked, "Love at first sight, was it?"

"I get a lot of that," Dave remarked.

"What can you do?" was the sympathetic response.

"I fancied him so badly!" Nicholas declared. "It wasn't love, I don't suppose – not back then. But that's where it began. That's where our story began."

A resounding silence greeted this.
Far
too much information to be sharing with Aussie blokes of either gender. Dave was blushing, a little, but he couldn't deny that he was pleased. No doubt his own smile was as fond as one of Nicholas's, despite him trying to repress it. He hardly knew where to look.