Nick and Daniel
# At the Cafe - 9:45 PM
The cafe's chatter had died down to a low hum as the afternoon crowd thinned out, leaving only a few stragglers nursing their lattes and scrolling on phones. The meeting had wrapped up with Shelby's efficient nod and a promise to email the finalized blueprint sketches by morning. Nick let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, stacking his notes into a neat pile to give his hands something to do. His phone was already in his palm, thumbs flying across the screen as he texted Charlie: \*Meeting's done. Bar's just a few blocks—be there in 10. Can't wait to see you. Love you.\*
He hit send, pocketing the phone with a small, genuine smile tugging at his lips. Charlie's replies had been short lately—polite but distant—but the thought of seeing him, of wrapping an arm around him in the bar with Tao and Isaac there as buffers, gave him a flicker of hope. Maybe tonight they could talk. Really talk. Bridge some of that gap widening between them since the Cotswolds.
"Heading out already?" Daniel's voice cut through his thoughts, smooth and casual as he leaned back in his chair, dark curls catching the light from the window. His eyes—those piercing, knowing eyes—locked on Nick's with that familiar glint, like he was already three steps ahead in a game Nick didn't want to play.
Nick stood, slinging his bag over his shoulder without meeting Daniel's gaze. "Yeah. Got plans."
Daniel rose too—slowly, deliberately—picking up the two to-go coffees he'd "forgotten" to hand out during the meeting. "Plans, huh? With Charlie? Tell him hi for me." His tone was light, but there was an undercurrent, a tease that made Nick's skin prickle.
Nick turned toward the door, ignoring the bait. "See you at the next meeting."
He pushed through the cafe exit, the bell chiming brightly behind him. The street was busy—pedestrians hustling past in the late afternoon chill, cars honking in the distance. Nick zipped his jacket higher against the wind, starting his walk to the bar. A few blocks. Easy. But then—footsteps behind him, quick and purposeful.
"Nick—wait up!" Daniel called, jogging to catch him, the to-go cups balanced in one hand. "You forgot your coffee. Black, no sugar. Just how you like it."
Nick stopped—annoyed, turning with a sigh. "I didn't ask for one. Thanks, but no."
Daniel held it out anyway—insistent, that megawatt smile in place. "Come on. Peace offering. For... whatever's got you so tense." He stepped closer—too close—their arms brushing as he extended the cup. "Or is it me? Still thinking about that night?"
Nick reached for the coffee—to take it and toss it, maybe—but as he did, Daniel's foot "caught" on an uneven crack in the pavement. He stumbled forward—dramatically—the cup tilting at just the right angle. Hot liquid splashed out, soaking Nick's shirt in a dark, steaming stain that seeped through the fabric instantly. Nick jumped back—cursing under his breath. "Fuck—Daniel! What the hell?"
Daniel's eyes widened in feigned shock, his free hand reaching out to steady Nick's arm. "Shit—sorry! Total klutz move. The pavement here's a nightmare. Here, let's get you cleaned up. Cafe bathroom's right back there—it's got paper towels, hand dryer. My treat for dry cleaning too."
Nick glared—chest wet and sticky, the heat burning slightly against his skin. The bar was still a few blocks away, and showing up soaked in coffee wasn't an option. The cafe was closer. "Fine," he grumbled, turning back. "But make it quick. I'm late."
Daniel led the way—holding the door open with that apologetic smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Won't take a minute. Promise."
They weaved through the cafe to the single-occupancy bathroom at the back—a small, tiled space with a sink, mirror, and hand dryer. Nick locked the door behind them, already peeling off his soaked jacket and shirt. The fabric clung unpleasantly as he tugged it over his head, exposing his bare chest—broad and defined from endless coaching drills, muscles flexing under the fluorescent light. His happy trail—a faint line of dark hair—disappeared into his jeans, drawing the eye down to the V of his hips.
He grabbed a wad of paper towels, wetting them under the faucet, dabbing at the stain on his skin. "You can go," he said over his shoulder. "I've got this."
Daniel didn't move. Instead, he leaned against the door—eyes raking over Nick's body like he was starving. "Damn, Nelson. That chest—those abs. And the happy trail? To die for. Makes a guy want to follow it down."
Nick froze—towel midway across his pecs. "Get out."
Daniel's smile turned wicked—reaching back to lock the door with a soft click. "Why? Afraid you'll like what happens next?" He stepped closer—voice dropping to that velvet rumble that always got under Nick's skin. "We both know you haven't forgotten. The sofa—your cock buried in me, breeding me deep. You moaned my name like it was the only word you knew."
Nick's jaw clenched—anger flaring, but so did heat, low in his belly. "Shut up. That was a mistake. I'm done with you."
Daniel laughed—soft, teasing—closing the distance until they were inches apart. His fingers traced the air near Nick's chest, not touching yet. "Mistake? You came back for more. The cab—my mouth swallowing every drop. The party—my tongue in your armpit, you shuddering like you were coming undone. And now? Look at you—half-naked, hard already." His eyes dropped to Nick's jeans, where the outline was starting to show.
Nick backed up—hitting the sink. "I'm not hard. And I'm not interested. Get. Out."
Daniel's hand moved—fingers finally touching, tracing Nick's happy trail slow and deliberate, dipping just under his belt. "Liar. Feel that? Twitching for me." His voice was lewd, whisper-hot. "I've been thinking about you all day. Came prepared. Lube capsules—buried in my ass before I even got here. Slick, open, ready for you to slide right in. No waiting. Just fuck me hard, like you did on that sofa."
Nick's breath hitched—cock hardening fully now, straining against his jeans. Restraint cracking—hand gripping Daniel's wrist, but not pulling away. "Daniel—stop. I can't."
Daniel's eyes locked on his—dark, intense. "Can't? Or won't? Charlie knows, doesn't he? Blocked me too. But you... you unblocked me once. You'll do it again." His free hand palmed Nick through his jeans—squeezing gently. "Feel that? Throbbing. Imagine it—me bent over this sink, your cock pounding me, filling me up again."
Nick groaned—low, tortured—almost giving up. His hips bucked involuntarily into Daniel's hand.
Then his phone buzzed on the sink. Charlie: \*Where are you? It's late—Tao and Isaac have to go soon.\*
Nick snapped back—shoving Daniel away hard. "No. Get out."
Daniel stumbled—laughing. "Your loss. But you'll call."
Nick unlocked the door—storming out, shirtless, grabbing his jacket. Heart racing. Hard. Guilty.
# Charlie's Side – The Bar Reunion
A/N:Thisisjustarewriteofthescenefrompreviousparttosetupthestory:)
The bar was cozy—dim lights, wooden booths, the hum of Friday night chatter. Charlie slid into the seat across from Tao and Isaac, heart lifting a little at the sight of his old friends. Tao—dark hair, sharp eyes—grinned wide, pulling him into a one-armed hug over the table. "Spring! You ghost. Finally show your face?"
Isaac—curly hair, book in hand—smiled softly. "Good to see you, Charlie."
Charlie laughed—genuine for the first time in days. "Missed you guys. Sorry—work's been insane."
Tao waved for drinks—beers all around. "Work? Or that boyfriend of yours keeping you locked up? How's Nick?"
Charlie's smile faltered—just a fraction. "Good. We're... good."
Isaac tilted his head—perceptive. "You sure? You look tired."
Charlie shrugged—changing subject. "Yeah, edits piling up. But tell me about you—film stuff? Books?"
They caught up—happy reunion vibes. Tao ranted about a bad script ("Clichés everywhere!"), Isaac shared a new queer lit rec. Laughter flowed—easy, familiar.
Tao leaned in—grinning. "So... has Nick popped the question yet? We all know he was planning before Valentine's."
Isaac's eyes widened— "Tao!"
Tao slapped his own neck—wincing. "Shit—sorry. Spoiler."
Charlie forced a laugh. "No... not yet. But he's coming soon. Meeting or something."
He glanced around the bar—distraction. Eyes landed on a familiar man at the counter: tall, broad, rugby-built, hazel eyes. \*Cody Christensen.\* From Imogen's pic. Daniel's boyfriend. Their eyes met—intense, locked. Cody smiled—curious? Flirty? Charlie looked away—heart racing.
What was he doing here?
# At the Cafe - 10:00 PM
Nick burst out of the cafe, shirt clutched in his fist, jacket thrown over his bare shoulder. The cool air hit his skin like a shock, but it did nothing to cool the heat raging in his veins. His cock throbbed painfully in his jeans, the happy trail still tingling from Daniel's touch. \*Fuck.\* He leaned against the brick wall outside, breathing hard, trying to will the erection away. Charlie was waiting. Tao. Isaac. The bar. He couldn't show up like this—flushed, half-dressed, reeking of guilt.
His phone buzzed again. Charlie: \*Where are you? It's late—Tao and Isaac have to go soon.\*
Panic spiked. He typed back—thumbs slipping: \*Sorry—running late. Car tire flat. Getting it fixed. Be there soon as I can. Love you.\*
Send. Lie. Another lie. But what choice? He couldn't face Charlie hard from Daniel's seduction.
The cafe door chimed. Daniel—coat on, smile victorious. "Tire flat? Creative. But you're not leaving, are you?"
Nick glared—voice rough. "Yes. I am."
Daniel stepped closer—hand on Nick's arm. "No. You're not." He pulled—firm—and Nick, restraint shattered, let him.
Back inside. Bathroom. Door locked.
...
Nick's heart slammed against his ribs as Daniel pulled him back into the cafe bathroom, the door clicking shut behind them with a finality that echoed in the small tiled space. The fluorescent light buzzed overhead, casting harsh shadows across the sink and mirror, making everything feel too bright, too exposed. Daniel's hand was still gripped around Nick's wrist—firm, insistent—and Nick let it happen, his body betraying him even as his mind screamed to stop. The air was thick with the faint scent of coffee and cleaner, but underneath it all was Daniel: cedar cologne, sweat, and that intoxicating musk that always seemed to linger on him.
Daniel released Nick's wrist, turning to face him with that slow, predatory smile that made Nick's stomach twist. "Finally alone," Daniel murmured, his dark eyes raking over Nick's bare chest like he was memorizing every inch—the broad pecs, the defined abs, the happy trail disappearing into his jeans. "God, look at you. That chest—those muscles. And the trail... to die for. Makes me want to trace it with my tongue."
Nick backed up against the sink, his skin prickling under Daniel's gaze. "This isn't happening. Unlock the door."
Daniel laughed—low and teasing—as he reached back and twisted the lock with a soft click. "Why? Afraid you'll like it too much? Nick you can always open the door." He stepped closer, the space between them shrinking until Nick could feel the heat radiating off Daniel's body. Their chests nearly brushed, Daniel's fitted sweater grazing Nick's bare skin. "You wanted this, didn't you? That's why you let me pull you in here."
"Fucking no," Nick growled, his voice rough with anger and something darker—desire he didn't want to admit. His hands fisted at his sides, knuckles white, but he didn't push Daniel away. Not yet. "I said no. Unlock the door. Now."
Daniel's eyes darkened, that silver chain glinting as he tilted his head, lips curving into a smirk. "No? That's not what your body's saying." His hand moved—slow, deliberate—fingers tracing the line of Nick's happy trail, dipping just under the waistband of his jeans. Nick's breath hitched, his cock twitching traitorously. "See? Hard already. You miss this. Miss me."
Nick grabbed Daniel's wrist—grip tight, but he didn't pull the hand away. "Stop talking. This is over. I'm with Charlie."
Daniel leaned in closer, his free hand coming up to cup Nick's jaw, thumb brushing his lower lip. "Charlie? Sweet, skinny Charlie? He can't give you this." Before Nick could respond, Daniel kissed him—hard, demanding—lips crashing together with bruising force. His tongue pushed past Nick's teeth, tangling hot and wet, tasting of coffee and sin.
Nick groaned into the kiss—his body responding despite himself, hands moving to Daniel's waist, pulling him flush. The make out was intense—messy, desperate—teeth nipping, lips swelling. Daniel's hands roamed—nails raking down Nick's back, leaving red trails that burned. Nick bit Daniel's lower lip—hard enough to draw a gasp—then soothed it with his tongue, the metallic tang of blood mixing with their saliva.
They broke apart—panting, foreheads pressed together. Daniel's eyes were half-lidded, lips shiny and red. "Admit it. You wanted this."
"Fucking no," Nick repeated, but his voice wavered, hands still gripping Daniel's hips.
Daniel chuckled—dark, seductive—as he ground forward, Nick's hard cock pressing against Daniel's thigh. "Liar." His hand slid lower—unbuttoning Nick's jeans with deft fingers, zipper rasping down. He dipped inside—fingers teasing Nick's dick through his boxers, touching the head slowly. "You miss my asshole, don't you? Tight, hot—clenching around you like it was made for your cock."
Nick's breath stuttered—hips jerking back involuntarily. "Shut up."
Daniel pressed a finger harder—rubbing the fabric against the sensitive snake head. "Say the truth. You miss fucking me. Miss breeding me deep. Say it, Nick."
Nick's restraint cracked—cock throbbing, mind fogging with heat. "No—I don't—"
Daniel's finger pushed the fabric aside—teasing bare skin now, circling the head with precum. "Say it. Or I'll stop."
Nick groaned—low, defeated. "Yes—fuck, yes. I miss your asshole."
Daniel's smile was victorious—pulling his hand free, turning to brace against the sink, shoving his jeans down. No underwear—ass bare, hole glistening. "Good boy. Lube capsules—buried deep before I got here. Slick for you. Ready."
Nick stared—mesmerized, cock aching. "You planned this."
Daniel looked back over his shoulder—eyes locked. "For you. Now fuck me."
Nick fumbled for the condom in his wallet—rolling it on with shaking hands. Daniel teased: "So you're ready for this too? Rubber shit—scared I'll trap you?"
Nick growled—mad now. "Shut up." He lined up—head nudging Daniel's entrance—and thrust in hard.
Daniel moaned—loud, arching. "Yes—fill me—"
Nick set a brutal pace—slamming in, skin slapping. "Take it—shut your mouth and take it."
Daniel's dirty talk spilled anyway—gasping between thrusts. "Harder—breed me like the sofa—your cock's so big, stretching me—come inside, fill my hole—"
# ....
They continue fucking until Daniel suddenly pull out Nick's dick out of his ass.
Nick's eyes squeezed shut—shock and mad disappointment warring with the arousal flooding him. "Fuck—no. Put it in. Daniel fucking put it back." He commands. Daniel smiles.
Daniel's voice turned seductive—low, husky—as he sank to his knees, eyes locked on Nick's. "Shocked? Mad? Disappointed in yourself? But determined to resist?" He licked the tip—slow swirl of his tongue. "You can continue... but remove that rubber shit first. Bare. Like the sofa. Breed me raw."
Nick's cock jumped in Daniel's hand—determination cracking. "No—condom stays."
Daniel stood—turning, letting Nick see his tight, lubed asshole. "We can continue... but you have to remove that rubber shit." He bent over the sink—hole glistening from the lube capsules. "Come on, Nick. Say it. You want to feel me bare. Miss breeding me deep."
Nick's restraint shattered—in seconds, he ripped the condom off, tossing it aside. "Fuck it—yes."
He lined up—head nudging Daniel's entrance—and thrust in hard. Daniel arched—moaning loud. "Yes—fill me—raw, like you want."
Nick pounded—deep, punishing. "Take it—shut your mouth and take it."
Daniel's dirty talk spilled—gasping. "Harder—breed me—your cock's so big, stretching me—come inside, fill my hole—"
Nick's hand clamped over Daniel's mouth—muffling. "Quiet." But the words fueled him—thrusts deeper, faster.
Mid-fuck—knocking on the door. "Occupied?" A voice outside.
Nick froze—buried deep. Daniel clenched around him—moaning into Nick's hand. "Don't stop," he whispered when Nick's hand slipped.
The knocking. "Hello? Anyone in there?"
Nick thrust harder—ignoring it. "Fuck you—they'll go away."
Daniel nodded—pushing back. "Yes—breed me—fill me raw—"
The knocking stopped. They continued—intense, raw. Nick's hand on Daniel's cock—stroking fast. Daniel came first—spilling over Nick's fist with a muffled cry, clenching hard. Nick followed—thrusts erratic, coming hard inside, breeding deep with a roar, filling Daniel bare.
They panted—slumped against the sink. Nick pulled out—come leaking from Daniel's hole. Guilt crashed in—hard. "This was a mistake."
Daniel laughed—breathless, turning to kiss Nick's neck. "See you soon, Nelson."
Nick dressed fast—storming out, heart racing, body sated, mind in ruins. Charlie waiting. Another lie to tell.
The seduction? Complete. For now.
