Jeff Sterling

Between the friction and the touching and the kissing and Jeff, ngh. Nick felt that stopping right then would probably cause physical harm. And why would he want to stop? He had to take a few deep breaths before he could answer. “Yes.”

It was more of a moan really and he leaned in to kiss again, trying to pull Jeff even closer. The hand near his neck trailed down and slinked around the other boy’s waist, pulling their hips even closer.

Jeff moaned, caught somewhere between incoherent garble and Nick's name, kissing him back. It was different this time - the kiss had morphed into a different kind of beast. Open mouthed and a little messy, and kind of desperate. The hand at his waist pressing them close together, making it so easy for them both to rock into each other. What had been a slow, almost tentative hardening, had now moved so quickly that it was becoming obvious. He groaned, slipping his thumb below the waistband of Nick's trousers, teasing the skin there.

Nick rolled his hips back and felt his brain sort of short circuit for a moment. The hand on Jeff’s collarbone trailed up slightly and hitched on the collar of his shirt, pulling it down just slightly. He arched his hips again as the other hand, still on the back of Jeff’s neck, tried to pull him even closer.

And then the fingers on his waistband and Nick shuddered again, leaning into the the touches. Oh god. The teasing. He nipped at Jeff’s bottom lip before hoarsely attempting to speak against his lips: “A-Are we…?”

Jeff was still rocking against Nick, creating some much needed friction between them, because. God. His pants were definitely getting tighter with every passing second. His breathing was heavy, his own voice hitching, as he attempted to reply to Nick. "I- do you want?"

Nick shivered again and felt his hips arch back ever so slightly at Jeff’s touches. He never would have imagined how amazing this would feel; even just those light touches were making his head swim. And this was definitely… getting more heated. That burning twist in his stomach was getting more intense and at this rate- Nick honestly couldn’t care. Because it was Jeff. Anything and everything would be fine with Jeff. He kissed back as his other hand started to reach up. If Jeff could touch, so could he. Nick reached up his hand to start to trail against Jeff’s collarbone as he let out another little moan.

He shuddered as Nick's fingers traced across his collarbone, through the fabric of his shirt, and he made a soft sound into the kiss. Nick was touching him. Nick was trailing his fingers over him, and it felt like wildfire touching every inch of his skin. He rolled his hips down, rubbing against Nick, pressing him firmly into the mattress. The kiss was getting out of hand, fast. He felt completely dizzy with wanting Nick - wanting to feel more, wanting to taste more, want to everything.