Nick Tennison

In spite of everything that had happened in the past twelve hours, he wasn’t prepared for the way Nick’s eyes went soft at the sight of him. His heart stuttered in his chest, and he had to fight the urge to melt against him. How could Will not be in love with him? Nick had him so completely and had from the first growled *mine.* He dropped his head to press a kiss to his shoulder, nibbling gently there.

“I wouldn’t hold you to it. I got to have you all night.” He smiled as he moved away though. He wasn’t going to argue about something they both seemed to want. He waved a goodbye to Leo with a promise he’d be by for dinner tomorrow, taking Nick’s bag as a sign he had no intention of returning tonight. He wasn’t going to argue about that either. It wasn’t just the time with him, which he wanted, but he also knew his feelings about Dorothy hadn’t entirely settled. A little space wouldn’t hurt.

Originally posted by measurelessdreamer

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He never wanted Will to doubt how he felt about him, and he knew that he couldn’t entirely bury it again if he tried. The softness and affection was singular to him, but he knew there were things he’d never be able to hide, like the way he looked at him. That soft nibble pulled a soft grumble, almost a growl out of him, the need for him to behave until they were alone again barely rising.  “And? I promised you, and besides that,” he murmured and tipped his head to his ear as he shifted back, “I want it too.” Letting Will shift back, he slung his bag over his shoulder and slid his hand into his as they walked out of the store. He wanted them to be able to settle into this, to work out how they would be happiest. Making their family happy was a secondary thought, but necessary because they mattered. 

Originally posted by unearthlydust

Will couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment he’d stopped doubting and accepted this was real, but it had happened. Nick’s love was practically a tangible thing, under his hands, on his lips. He was in so deep now, he knew he’d never get out without doing serious damage to himself. This was too precious a thing to have ripped away.

He liked the look that flared across his face, satisfaction and possessiveness making him feel wanted and claimed. The soft way he kissed away the hurt made his throat tight with emotion. “I love you.” He kissed the words soft against his lips. Will didn’t know if he was the sort of person to say them all the time. He’d never had anyone he wanted to say them to at all.

There were a lot of things from the last twenty-four hours that had never had a place in their lives before. Falling asleep wrapped up in Will and waking up the same way had only helped solidify that all of this was real. He would give Will every bit of love that he could, even knowing that it was easiest for him to act more than talk. He could press his love into his skin in kisses and caresses, loving touches and needy, bruising grips. 

For someone who didn’t do relationships, Nick was astonishingly good at it so far. He thought a part of it was because it was just them, and they’d always been good together, but he could also see the effort he was putting into it. He didn’t need reasons to love him more, but it made his heart flare with hope that they could do this and it would last.

He tipped his head to give him room, glad to wear his marks. His fingers slid gently through his hair, flesh hand tracing lazy paths over soft skin. “You’re amazing,” he murmured when he could do words again, pressing a soft kiss to his hair. It didn’t really do him justice, but it worked for now. There was going to be heavy protesting from Will if he tried to move any time soon. Being pinned under him was possibly his new favorite place.

Going into this with Will, letting himself love him and show it, was nothing he’d gone into lightly. It mattered too much for that. He’d thought about it off and on for a decade, when he’d allowed himself those moments of weakness to, knowing he’d have to wrestle it all back in again after. This was the furthest thing from casual, and he couldn’t think of Will in any terms except forever now that he had him. 

Surrendering his control to Nick was easy. He already had his love and his loyalty, heart and head in perfect agreement for once. Trusting him with his body was easy after that, and he had plenty of evidence already that they were just as good together here as they were everywhere else. Nick was the best thing for him.

A rough groan was punched out of him when he fucked him hard through his climax, the snapping of all that considerable control enough to make him see stars. His name was a soft cry as he wrapped around him, and it felt like Nick’s weight over him was the only thing keeping him in his body right now. He melted under him as their bodies slowed, too blissed to form a complete thought, let alone words.

Will could feel the strain on his control, and a part of him wanted to know what happened when it snapped. He also knew there was no chance of that until Nick got exactly what he wanted from him, and he seemed intent on wringing every last bit of control from him. An echoing groan slipped past his lips, and he tightened around him as Nick’s hands tightened on him, his vision blurring at that deep grind of his hips.

He lost himself in those slow, relentless strokes, too gone to make words except for a stuttered warning when he was close. It would take a stronger man than Will to hold up under all that devastating focus. He gave a ragged moan as heat pooled at the base of spine and rolled over him in waves, his mind whiting out and body quaking with his climax. 

In all the times his imagination had tortured him with what Nick might be like in bed, it had never come close to doing him justice. How could it when he’d never experienced anything like this? He’d never had a lot of complaints about his sex life, but none of those experiences even remotely compared to what he had with Nick. It seemed impossible that he could be the best sex he’d had every time, but apparently nobody had told Nick that. He only got better.

He made it easy to melt for him, that slow, steady pace leaving him wrecked and needy. He felt it like a loss each time he pulled out completely, just to slide so deep again that it stole his breath. He was past coherent thoughts or words, the world narrowing down to their bodies and that slowly building heat. His hands slid over the perfect curves of his ass as his hips rolled to meet him, his name a soft, breathless plea as he worked him steadily toward the edge.

He knew he couldn’t stand to lose Nick, not before and definitely not now. It would break him, and he had no intention of letting this fall apart between them. He trusted them, not to get everything perfectly because that was impossible, but to talk to each other and work through the issues like they always had. Maybe none of them had ever been quite this personal before, with their own hearts involved, but he trusted them to be good together because they always had been.

He could see the restraint in those coiled muscles, and somehow knowing that Nick had the strength to fuck him hard enough to see stars and was holding himself back made it all the more sexy. He made a small, needy sound at that ragged voice growling praise at him, and he moved for him, body tightening around him. He couldn’t hope to hold on to a thought with those maddeningly slow strokes taking him apart, the only things left to him praise and his name and ragged pleas for more.

They’d always been fairly good at reading each other, but apparently that communication needed some work if they’d both missed something this big. Fortunately, Will didn’t have any more secrets from him, and they were both already trying to do better. They’d had more conversations, verbal and otherwise, in the past twelve hours than in the past several years combined. It didn’t worry him. It just made him want to learn to all the best ways to communicate with him.

“I know, baby.” He kissed the words softly against his lips, putting himself easily in those strong, capable hands. If there was anything he’d been sure of in all the time they’d known each other, it was that Nick had him. He groaned softly and arched for him as he slid deep, the feeling of being filled by him eclipsing everything else for the moment. “Perfect,” he murmured, his voice already going ragged as he tipped his head to watch those slow strokes, again and again. He couldn’t help the soft sounds he made every time he buried himself deep, that slow grinding of his hips making his eyes flutter and sparks shoot up his spine, each tease of withdrawal making his breath catch until he could feel him again, that relentless control enough to drive him mad.

He didn’t think he could ever really make the possessiveness go away, didn’t particularly want to. But the tone of it could shift, like now, into something sweeter and more coaxing than demanding. It was wrapped so tightly up in that love, that burning need, he couldn’t separate it. Maybe with time, it could temper, but for now, he wasn’t so sure of that. 

It was fascinating how those hands and lips could go from driving him out of his mind to quieting that heat just that fast. Not that Nick’s hands on him were ever anything but damn sexy, but compared to what he’d been doing, this was downright soothing. His hands slid through his hair, tracing over his shoulders and back as he moved higher, that body so beautiful it took his breath away.

That soft, needy sound was totally involuntary. He loved knowing he was as good for Nick as Nick was for him, as impossible as it seemed. “You’re the one who’s good for me,” he murmured. He tugged gently to urge him higher, although if he wanted to take his time, Will doubted there was a thing he could do to change his mind. He just wanted him close. He wanted to kiss him and feel the weight of him over him, and then he wanted to finish what they’d started.

Even when Will was seeing other people, settling down had never really been part of the equation. He knew that people in their line of work did it all the time–just look at Leo–but he’d never thought it fit particularly well with their lifestyle. It was just an excuse he told himself, knowing that he wasn’t going to settle down even if he worked a standard nine to five. His heart would always want Nick, and it was easier to be alone with that wanting than to pretend it wasn’t there with someone else.

He knew how patient and steady and single-minded Nick could be, but he’d never imagined how that would translate in the bedroom. Now that he had firsthand experience, he wasn’t sure he was going to survive it. But what a way to go. He swore softly as he pulled back, letting his eyes close as he gave himself a moment to cool the fuck down. Breathing, right, that was a thing. He didn’t want to end this so fast either, the need to feel all of him humming under his skin. His hand slid soft through his hair, gently tugging at the strands at the base of his neck.

Even though he’d guessed as much based on his dating history, it would have made him sad to hear that. He was the best person he’d ever known, and Nick of all people deserved someone good. It made him simultaneously worried about fucking things up with him and more determined than ever to give him every good thing he could with this.

It seemed like those were the only two words left to him besides his name as he lost himself to everything Nick was giving him. That relentless fucking patience had him half out of his mind, and he wouldn’t change a single thing. He echoed the sound as he groaned against him, his mind temporarily whiting out. His fingers tightened in his hair, his name a ragged warning this time. If he kept doing what he was doing, he was going to fall apart under that clever mouth.

Will had never met anyone who could make him as mindless and needy as Nick could. He wasn’t the type to hold back in bed, but every partner he’d ever had was a shadow compared to this. Part of it was talent and raw damn sexuality, but he knew a lot of it was love. The sex would have been objectively great without it, but being kissed and touched with love and not just heat was earth-shattering.

He’d more than earned every bit of that smugness. Will couldn’t imagine holding on to any part of himself while Nick was focused on taking him apart. He shuddered with that promise and the dark intention in that gaze, and he knew if he opened his mouth the only words he’d have right now were more begging. His eyes fluttered shut under all that sweet attention, moaning his praise for him as that sinful mouth went to work.

He liked the way he shivered for him, but it was hard to hold on to a thought with that considerable attention focused on him. His mind whited out when he took him so deep and swallowed around him, all that tight, slick heat overriding his circuits in the best way. He had to remember how to breathe as he slid off of him, fingers sliding through his hair.

It was a sound like a whimper as that clever mouth dipped lower, and he shuddered under him, the strength of those hands pinning him in place sending heat coiling through him. “Please.” It was breathless and needy, and he didn’t even care, fingers tightening in his hair, not to guide but to give them both a grounding point.