#nh2

It was a late game that night and you'd had a long week at work, so you'd stayed home and put the game on the tv. You were now realizing that you'd fallen asleep during the seventh inning and hadn't seen the end of the game, but based on the sounds of Nico swearing as he moved around downstairs, you knew they must've lost. You sat up in the bed and waited for him to come up to the bedroom, listening as he muttered angrily to himself.

When he finally came into the room, his jaw was tense and his eyes were dark. You took a deep breath, suddenly feeling guilty for not seeing the game, and nervous about how he would react. 

"That call was fucking ridiculous," he muttered, slamming the bedroom door behind him, "did you fucking see that?"

"Um, I-" you shifted.

His eyes narrowed, "you didn't watch?"

"I did!" you immediately started defending yourself, "I turned it on and watched the first six innings, but then I- I fell asleep. Nico, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, I was just so tired. I'm sorry."

He sighed and flopped down onto his side of the bed, "it's fine," he looked over at you, "I'm kinda glad you didn't see it."

"That bad?" you asked, bringing a hand up to run your fingers through his hair.

"I don't wanna talk about it," he grumbled. 

"You want me to help you take your mind off of it?" your voice was low and soft, your fingers scratching gently at the nape of his neck.

He let out a dreamy sigh and leaned into your touch, "you don't have to do that, I know you're tired."

You shook your head with a smile and moved down the bed, pulling his pants and boxers down as you settled between his legs, "I want to," you assured him as you kissed the tip of his now hardening length.

"Shit," he laced his fingers through your hair.

"Just relax," your hand wrapped around his dick and stroked him until he was throbbing, his body begging for more.

You leaned forward and took his tip into your mouth, sucking gently. After staying like that for a minute, you started moving down his length, slowly taking more of him into your mouth. 

"Oh yeah," he groaned.

You sped up now, moving up and down on his dick, your tongue swirling around the tip every time you reached the top. Nico's breathing grew heavier, his grip on your hair tightening. Your jaw was slack, spit dripping down his length and your chin.

It wasn't much longer before he was moaning your name, guiding your head faster. You looked up at him through your lashes, and you saw his breath hitch as his eyes met yours.

"Fuck," his head fell back against the pillow and his hips thrust up into your mouth. He held your head in place as he came. 

You swallowed everything he gave you, breathing deeply through your nose. Once he let go of you and his body fell slack against the bed, you sat back on your heels and tried to catch your breath.

After a couple minutes, Nico sat up and pulled his boxers back on, "it's ridiculous how good you are at that," he muttered.

That made you giggle softly as you laid down on his chest, "feel better?"

"Yeah," he laughed softly and pressed a kiss to your forehead, "you gonna go back to sleep now?"

You nodded in response, your eyes already slipping closed.

He held you tighter, "I love you."

"I love you too," you mumbled before letting your eyes close completely and falling asleep against his chest.