Nico

The lake didn’t look any different than when he’d left – barely over an hour and a half ago, Jacob was shocked to find. It’d felt like he’d been on his knees sucking cock all afternoon.

He’d cleaned himself up as best as he could. His tank top was a lost cause, a trail of drool and cum running down its front, so Jacob had taken it off and used it to wipe his face dry. He’d made his way back to the lake shirtless, the soiled tank top balled up in his hand. After all that had happened, his cock wouldn’t go down. He was beyond caring if anyone might notice his tented shorts.

Nico spotted him and waved him over.

Jacob grinned and made his way across the grass. He spotted Lake Guy, deep in conversation with his girlfriend, one possessive hand on her knee. Neither of them looked Jacob’s way. He only grinned wider.

“Hi, stranger.” Before Jacob could stop him, Nico was giving him an open-mouthed kiss, his tongue slipping in. “Hmm,” Nico said. “You taste like dick. Had some fun, then?”

Jacob bit his lower lip. “I did,” he admitted.

“You absolute slut,” Nico said, affectionately. Sounding proud, even. He leaned in close and lowered his voice to a conspirational whisper. “Always knew you had it in you, babe.”

Jacob found himself blushing.

Nico glanced down. “Oh! And it looks like you’re still excited.”

“I saved myself for you,” Jacob said, very demure.

Nico matched his grin. “Good boy.” His eyes darted in the direction of Lake Guy. “I think you caused a lover’s spat.”

Jacob followed his boyfriend’s gaze. The other couple did seem to be arguing, the girl turning her body away while Lake Guy talked and gesticulated at her.

“Maybe she’ll leave in a minute, and we can invite him home with us,” Nico suggested.

Jacob frowned. “Nah. I’d rather have you all to myself.”

“That right?”

“Yup.” Jacob looked into Nico’s eyes. “You promised you’d give me some attention when we got home. I don’t wanna share it.”

Nico laughed. “I did promise, didn’t I.” He leaned in again, his hot breath tickling Jacob’s ear as he whispered. “How about we go home then, and I remind you of who owns you, slut?”

Jacob took Nico’s hand in his and pressed a chaste kiss against his boyfriend’s lips.

“Yes, please.”

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