Borrowed Sheets
My heart was still hammering as I stepped out of the gym and into the cool morning air. The taste of what we’d just done still lingered on my tongue, and my body was buzzing with adrenaline.
I’d only made it a few steps when I heard the door open behind me. Eric came rushing out, hair messy, cheeks flushed, breathing hard like he’d sprinted to catch up.
I turned, and before he could speak I said it.
“We can’t keep doing this in the gym anymore,” I told him, voice low and rough. “It’s too risky. We need somewhere private.”
Eric’s eyes widened, panic and lust battling across his face. “Nico… Ashley just left for the hospital. She’ll be gone for hours, but—”
“Perfect.” I cut him off with a slow, wicked smile. “Then that’s exactly where I’m going to have you.”
He stared at me, mouth slightly open, clearly fighting every instinct he had left. For a long moment the silence stretched between us. Then he swallowed hard, gave one shaky nod, and started walking toward his building.
The walk back was thick with tension. Neither of us spoke. The air between us felt electric and uneasy at the same time. Every few steps our arms would almost brush and he’d flinch away slightly, but he never slowed down. His shoulders were tight, jaw clenched.
This is what I live for, I thought, a dark thrill curling low in my stomach. The straight boy who’s supposed to be untouchable. The risk. The moment he chooses to walk toward something he knows could destroy him. I could practically taste how wrong this was… and it only made me want it more.
By the time we stepped inside his condo, the silence had become almost unbearable.
It was cozy in that unmistakable “girlfriend decorated this” way — soft neutrals, throw pillows, framed photos of the two of them on the walls. Happy couple smiles everywhere. It should have made me feel guilty. Instead it just made my cock harder.
Eric hovered in the kitchen like he didn’t know what to do with himself.
“Water?” he asked, voice small.
I nodded. We stood there sipping in silence. The minutes dragged on, thick and uncomfortable. The only sounds were the faint clink of ice against glass and the heavy rhythm of our breathing. I could feel the weight of what we were about to do pressing down on both of us. Eric kept glancing at me, then away, his fingers tight around the glass like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.
Finally, I set my glass down on the counter with a soft click.
“Well… I guess I should get going,” I said casually, watching him.
Eric’s breath hitched. He stared at me for a long second, eyes wide and conflicted. Then, without a word, he slowly set his own glass down. He sank to his knees right there on the kitchen tile, looking up at me with that perfect mix of nerves and hunger.
He reached up with shaking hands, pulled my shorts down, and freed my thick, uncut cock. This time he didn’t wait for instruction. He worshipped me like a man possessed — slow, reverent licks along the shaft, gentle sucking on the head, then taking me deep while his hands massaged and tugged my balls. He was getting dangerously good at this.
“Good boy,” I groaned, threading my fingers through his hair. “But I didn’t come here for your mouth.”
I pulled him up and kissed him.
It was our first kiss — slow at first, almost hesitant. Then Eric suddenly paused. He pulled back just enough to look directly into my eyes, his breathing ragged, pupils blown wide. For a heartbeat everything hung in the air between us. Whatever he saw in my gaze must have flipped a switch inside him, because the moment he leaned back in, the kiss turned desperate and filthy. Tongues sliding, teeth nipping, months of built-up tension exploding between us. I walked him backward down the hallway, past all those smiling photos of him and Ashley, until we reached the bedroom.
“On the bed,” I ordered.
Eric climbed onto the mattress on all fours, still fully dressed. I climbed on top of him, pressing him down into the sheets as I kept kissing him deeply. After a long, heated moment I broke the kiss, pushed his shirt up, and hovered above him.
“You ready for this?” I murmured, brushing my thumb over one of his nipples.
Eric gave a tiny, shaky nod.
I leaned down and took one nipple into my mouth. The second my tongue swirled around it, Eric arched hard off the bed with a loud, broken moan — raw and completely overwhelmed.
“Fuck— Nico— oh my god—” he gasped, barely able to form words. “I’ve never… no one’s ever… fuck, that feels—”
I smiled against his skin and sucked harder, licking and gently biting until he was writhing underneath me. Then I moved to the other nipple, milking it slowly and deliberately for long minutes — sucking, flicking my tongue, grazing my teeth while Eric moaned and whimpered incoherently, hands fisting the sheets.
I finally pulled his shirt all the way off, then stripped the rest of his clothes, savoring every inch of skin I revealed. I kissed my way down his trembling stomach, wrapped my hand around his rock-hard cock, and looked up at him.
“Let me show you how this is done,” I murmured.
Then I swallowed him in one smooth motion. Eric nearly came off the bed, moaning like he was discovering pleasure for the first time.
I worked him until he was leaking and desperate, then pushed his legs up toward his chest.
I ate him sloppily this time — loud, wet, hungry. Tongue fucking him deep while he moaned and begged. When he was dripping and open, I sat back on my heels and slowly stroked my cock, looking down at him. Eric’s chest was heaving, his eyes glassy with lust and nerves.
I lined up the thick head of my cock against his twitching hole and paused there, letting the moment stretch.
“Are you ready to be mine?” I asked quietly, voice low and serious.
Eric gulped hard, his whole body trembling. For a second I saw real fear flicker in his eyes — the weight of what this meant — but then he gave a small, shaky nod.
“Yes,” he whispered, barely audible.
I pushed in slowly. He hissed sharply at the stretch, face twisting in pain. I paused, stroking his thighs soothingly and kissing his neck.
“Breathe. Push through it. The pleasure’s coming.”
Little by little I sank deeper until I was buried to the hilt. Eric’s face slowly melted from pain into pure bliss. His mouth fell open in a silent moan.
I found his lips again and kissed him deeply as I started fucking him — long, steady strokes that gradually built speed. The bed creaked beneath us. Our bodies slapped together. Eric was losing control, moaning into my mouth, legs wrapped tight around me.
“Nico… I’m gonna cum,” he gasped against my lips.
“Me too.”
He came first — shooting thick ropes between our pressed bodies with a broken cry. The feeling of his hole clenching around me sent me over the edge. I buried myself deep and unloaded inside him, pulse after pulse, filling him up while we kept kissing through it.
We stayed locked together for a long moment, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together.
“That was… the most incredible sex I’ve ever had in my life,” Eric whispered, voice shaky.
I smiled, still buried deep inside him, savoring the warmth and the aftershocks. For a few perfect seconds the world felt suspended.
Then I slowly pulled out, kissed his forehead, and slipped into the bathroom to clean up. When I came back out and reached for my pants on the floor, my phone screen lit up with notifications.
Three missed calls from Hal.
And one new text:
Hal: Where are you? Why is your location at some random condo unit?
My stomach dropped like a stone. Reality slammed back in - hard.
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