13. Nick

Nick stared at himself in JT’s mirror, the only full length mirror in the flat.

“I look like a clown,” he said, “in a penguin suit.”

“Shut up,” said JT, attempting to tuck his own shirt into his trousers without creasing it, “you look awesome. And hot. Luke is going to want to take you home and lick you everywhere, suit on then suit off then-“

“OK, thank you JT, you can stop now.”

“Edo will be here soon, he can do something. He’s like the Bi Eye for Every Damn Guy.”

It was New Year’s Eve. All capitals, all glamorous, especially in glitz-covered London, whose firework display is a work of freaking art. It’s a big night at the Epiphany, the night of the Epiphany’s Midnight Ball – formal dress required, employees included.

Regular employees always got the night off, free entry or cheaper VIP tickets, but they also got the chance to work for double pay the entire night, along with a host of one-night-only people who clearly need the money but are up to Linda’s standards for service. Not that Nick was working that night. For the first time in 5 years he wasn’t earning the good money that came with the Midnight Ball.

Nope, he and Luke were going together, as guests. They hadn’t done anything except Skype over the week of holidays, and infrequently at that, because achieving reliable Internet out where his parents lived was a total failure. And when he’d got back Luke had been busy with the last-minute crunch of January sales ads.

Nick and Luke were going to meet at Luke’s, where they would wait for and then leave with Eva, Tash, Mitch, Lucas and Donna, who had heard they were going and promptly invited themselves along for the ride, even though Eva famously didn’t frequent the Epiphany on her nights off.

Seems Tash was having some sort of impact on her life, which was awesome, because Eva deserved to have someone wonderful to love her. She had helped him sort out his head when he needed it and covered for him at work even if it meant she had to pull a bunch of shifts or nights in a row. Eva was just lovely. “Good people,” as Edo would say.

Edo hadn’t confirmed anything, but he would probably be at the club too. He never missed an opportunity to pull. He “worked the floor instead of the bar, baby”.
Nick didn’t need to pull. He had Luke. And that was awesome.
His reflection smiled dreamily back at him.  JT smirked at him, eyebrow judging him enough that the words didn’t even need to happen. Though this was JT, so of course they did.

“Man, you’re so gone for him.”

“Shut up. Help me. Go away.”

JT shook his head, putting on cufflinks, “Pick one, we’ll go from there.”

Nick took a deep breath, rethinking his choice of jacket.
“Help. What the hell am I going to wear?”

“Well,” said Edo, hefting three suit holders onto the bed, “first of all, not that shirt. We are going to discuss eyeliner. And JT, tonight a mohawk is not an option. Now let’s get started, because I have places to be, caballeros, and women to dance with.”

This was the first time Nick and Luke were going to be in the same physical space since before Christmas and Nick was buzzing with energy. He kept imagining crackles of electricity as he pushed the lift’s button, as he ran his hand through his hair in the mirror, as he leaned on the support bar. Miniature forks of lightning, going from his skin to the closest surface, sparks of electric want and affection and anticipation, and fuck, JT, who was still outside, waiting for Mitch and Tash, was right. He was entirely gone for Luke. Which was ridiculous, as they had been going out for what, four months? But still. Anticipation. Affection. Want.

The feeling fluttered between his stomach and his sternum. Nick pulled at his sleeves, uncomfortable with the fact that while his shoulders might look good, he couldn’t roll up his sleeves.

“20^th floor,” said the lift, interrupting his thoughts, “Doors opening.”

He walked out and rapped on the door. This anticipation was silly, it was just Luke.
And then Luke opened the door.

Broken shard sharp, want sliced into Nick’s gut, leaving him breathless.

Luke had slicked his hair back, and though Nick saw him in a suit almost every day, this particular one was new to him. It was a dark blue, almost black, more tailored than his work clothes, obviously made to drive Nick crazy, with the lapels to curl his fists around and the waistcoat just peeking out and the lines of the trousers and holy hell.
Luke struck a pose in the doorway, leaning on one arm while his other hand untucked the tie and tugged on to his collar like a fucking GQ model or something.

“Do you like it?”

Even the tie was fucking fantastic. Not quite skinny, it glittered with constellations. Literally. It was the fucking Helix Nebula in shimmering print and holy motherfucking crap on a bike, his boyfriend was the best.

Nick managed to produce a sound that was almost a word, had it not been missing a few key consonants.
“Do we really need to go to the Ball?”
Because he wasn’t above begging to achieve what he wanted. And he wanted Luke, now, in that suit. Possibly against the door. Yes.
Luke laughed, “Yes, we do. Come on, people are waiting.”
Nick stumbled forward the couple of steps that separated him from his boyfriend dressed like that and pulled Luke towards him by that fucking tie.

Maybe he could convince him that here and now was better than after the Epiphany thing.
From the way Luke’s hands twitched on his hips, he thought he was doing a great job, until someone’s pointed cough rang loudly in the corridor.

JT stood with Mitch and Tash, arms crossed over his chest.

“Boys. Isn’t it a little early for the midnight kiss?”
Nick was all for ignoring him – JT just didn’t know good looking when it was standing in front of him wearing what was henceforth to be known as the wet dream suit – but Luke pulled away.
“Wait, I haven’t seen you in forever, no-”
And let them all inside to wait for Eva, waving a hand at the sofa and chairs.
“-come back, what are you doing-“

Offered them drinks, nibbles.

“They know where everything is, come back he-“

Pulled Nick back in for another kiss.

Oh yeah, much better.

“Damn, boys,” said Eva, waltzing into the flat, “Aren’t you starting a little early?”

They made it to the club just in time for Linda’s speech to the mostly one-off staff.
She looked impeccable, black and silver heels clicking on the floor, metronome precise.

Nick nudged Luke, “You’ll enjoy this.”

Linda was walking up and down the line of employees, glaring them into submission.
“And remember your training. This isn’t a night for amateurs.”

She stopped in front of one of them, a guy who looked almost too young to be serving drinks.

“You will wear your badge at all times, so security knows who you are. You go to them at the very first sign of trouble.”
Moved on to the next, a woman who was someone you definitely wanted on your side in a confrontation, dark jacket doing nothing to soften the square set to her shoulders.

“We don’t do free drinks. If they have a voucher or a VIP ticket, fantastic, but you cannot give them free drinks just because. You are not the house.”
Eva giggled next to him, hand still tight in Tash’s, “I really love this speech.”

“Nothing is on the house. Nothing is free for you, baby. You are here to do a job and you will do it to the standards of excellence the Epiphany demands, that I demand.”

She moved back to the middle of the line, flicking her hair away from her face.

“An epiphany is an experience of sudden and striking realisation. It comes from the ancient Greek  epiphaneia, meaning ‘manifestation’ or ‘striking appearance’. Our job is to make our guests experience one. Good luck to you all.”
She gave them all a last critical, sweeping once-over.
“Places! We open to the public in ten.”

There was an undignified scramble as everyone rushed to their assigned post, security huddling together towards the front.

Luke leaned into Nick’s space to comment, “She’s scary. And amazing.”

“That’s why she’s the queen,” said Eva, “and we are just the workers.”

Tank spread people around the club, sending a good few people out to mingle with the crowd, while Sandy started ordering the bartenders around, reminding them of the specials and the basic prices. She looked excited, even though Nick knew the only reason she was on shift was because Ellie had gone up to her parents’ to deal with something and she hated being alone in their house.

Luke had been pulled into a conversation with Linda, who was eyeing him just as critically as she had the staff. When she noticed Nick staring she winked.

“Hey, look who it is!”

He turned to the front to see who Mitch was talking about.

Bo slinked into the Epiphany, dark green fabric clinging to her curves, shimmering down to past her knees like it would be soft to the touch if you skimmed your fingers down her ribs.

Next to him, JT swallowed. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Nick was totally going to rib him about that tomorrow, payback for being teased about Luke. Maybe the day after. He didn’t really have the intention of leaving Luke’s flat for at least 24 hours.

Bo’s earrings caught the light as she smiled at them all, going over to say hello to Eva and Tash.

Nick could hear laughter in Luke’s voice, “Does he always do the goldfish impression?”

Linda was smirking when Nick looked over, “Often enough.”

“Poor boy.”

“He’ll get there one day, I think. Gather up his courage and ask her out. It’s always better to know one way or the other.”

“I guess,” Luke was frowning at the way JT had visibly just barely got himself together enough to smile at Bo when she waved at him, “Yeah.”

The lights crossed over them all then up to the DJ booth, where someone new was fiddling around. The beat started.

“Five minutes,” said Linda, patting Luke on the arm and raising her eyebrow at Nick like a dare, “Go and grab a drink. Or your boyfriend, whichever.”

Luke laughed out loud. Nick loved that, the full-on throaty laugh, loud enough that it was obviously genuine.

He watched as Luke moved towards Mitch at the bar, looking fantastic in those trousers, slicked-back hair still firmly in place.

JT snuck up behind him.

“Admiring the view?”

Hell yes.

“Yes.”

Eva leaned her elbow on JT’s shoulder, “I’ve got to say, Nick love, that man of yours cleans up real nice.”

Nick nodded to himself, “Yeah.”

Eva poked him in the side, half a hand still around her clutch, “And so do you. Where’d you steal the suits from, boys?”

Nick couldn’t have planned it better himself.

The beat to the song changed, speakers dying to come back to life heaving with bass.

Boom. Da-boom.

The doors swung open and Edo strutted in, top few buttons of his shirt undone, tie gone, aviators glinting in the lights, grin three miles wide, followed by three – four – six? – scantily clad youths.

“Ah,” said Eva, “I should have known.”

He led the group over to the bar, where they all chorused, “Shots!”, before splitting into smaller groups.

Edo lifted his sunglasses over his head, grabbed four shots and came over to them.

“Amigos,” they picked one up each, “To a really wild night!”

They drank, Eva the only one who didn’t wince slightly.

“By the way,” said JT, swiping all their glasses and taking them back to the bar, throwing the comment over his shoulder, “You’re wearing sunglasses inside. You look like a douche.”

Eva obviously agreed, because she plucked them off the top of his head and tried them on.

“How about me?”

“Beautiful as always, mi amór.”

She grinned at him, teeth a stark white against her dark lipstick, looking for all the world as if she had just rolled up on a motorbike.

Tash materialised out of nowhere, dress swishing about in time with the beat.

“Drinks,” she said, looking between them all but always coming back to rest on Eva, “You, me, a drink, then dancing. Ok?”

Eva slipped the glasses down her nose to wink at her, “Absolutely.”

She handed them back to Edo, who had a smug expression on his face like the the sole purpose for the glasses was to make lesbians snog in front of him.

“Not tonight, my friend,” said Eva, obviously thinking the same thing as Nick, “But hey, maybe one day you’ll get lucky.”

And they walked away, one of Tash’s hands curling around Eva’s.

“Chaval, I was so right about them. Now, more shots!”

Dancing was awesome.

The flashing lights were awesome.

The Epiphany was awesome.

Man, he had missed dancing like this when he was at home.

Dancing was awesome.

But coconut rum was even more awesome. Edo was paying. Or, his VIP ticket was paying. Or something. And Sandy knew exactly what he wanted from a drink.

“Two vodka tonics, two champagnes, a Malibu Bay Breeze, a Cosmopolitan and a Stripper’s Kiss.”

Edo leaned tipsily over the bar, “Sandy, my darling, light of my life, mi corazón, you are the best bartender. After me.”

Nick tilted his head. He had taken off his jacket a while ago. He should take off Luke’s jacket.

“Aww, Edo,” she said, pushing the Malibu Bay breeze towards Nick, “I always thought you had a soft spot for me.”

“I’m sure he does,” said Luke, raising a judgmental eyebrow at the Stripper’s Kiss, “but where is my drink?”

He should really take off Luke’s jacket.

Edo shook his head, “Man, you’re so straight. You’re not drinking beer, not tonight.”

He pushed one of the vodka tonics over to Luke, passing the champagne to two girls behind him.

Nick swallowed his sip of Breeze, “Yeah, straight, I don’t think so.”

Luke grinned, holding the vodka tonic up to the lights, red, purple, blue, “Not entirely, no.”

Mitch reached over them for his Cosmo, “Because of his love of cock!”

Nick stifled a giggle. Mitch was obviously not entirely sober.

The song skipped a beat and got faster, changed to something new. He loved this song!

“I want to dance.”

Luke grinned at him while Nick drained his drink – never go onto the floor with a glass, nothing good ever comes of it.

Bo strutted past them, pinched Nick’s arse, and started doing some sort of shimmy with her shoulders that got seven different people away from the bar and into the throng of writhing bodies.

She was really good at her job, even when she wasn’t working.

But Luke didn’t need telling twice. He grinned, shoved his now-empty glass onto the bar and led Nick onto the dancefloor.

Luke’s hair was still fucking perfect, not a single flyaway or strand out of place.

He really wanted to run his hands through it, mess up a tiny bit of that photoshop perfection.

Later.

People glanced at them as they moved past, hands came out to touch Luke’s shoulders, to grope and caress and pinch at both of them.

Ah, clubs on New Year’s Eve.

He could feel Edo’s group following them onto the dancefloor, the girls giggling at something.

He loved that Luke was so much more than he looked but goddamn the way he looked tonight.

He didn’t know if it was the rum, because there had been a whole lot of rum, or the whole persona Luke had chosen to wear tonight, no wait, it was definitely Luke, that had heat burning low in his gut, but he was going to enjoy it.

Luke had a leg shoved between his and they had managed a good grinding rhythm and really, dancing’s all about the passion, isn’t it?

The beat stopped. So did Luke.

“Alright everyone, we’ve got 15 seconds left until the New Year!”

Cheers erupted around them. Edo appeared from his left, shoved more shots at them and grabbed the closest person.

“Hi. I’m Edo. Be my midnight kiss?”

Nick snorted, grip on the shot glass not as firm as it probably should have been.

Luke took it from him. Nick wound his arms around his neck.

“You are drunk.”

“M’not drunk,” he replied, enjoying the closeness, “m’just, yannow… A little bit tipsy.”

“How much have you had?”

“I don’t know. Edo keeps giving me drinks.”

Luke had this whole up-and-down lip-curl judgmental-eyebrow thing going on, “I bet he does.”

The crowd around them started chanting, counting down.

“Hey, s’all good. S’not like that.”

“I know.”

Nick pressed himself closer, smearing a kiss into his neck before pulling back, “I’ve got you.”

Luke’s smile went all soft and gooey, like it did over Skype when they said goodbye and see you soon.

“Yes, you do. Ok, shot?”

“With pleasure.”

He took the glass from Luke.

The crowd were loud in his ears, but he locked eyes with his boyfriend and they both threw the shot back.

Luke plucked the glass out of his hand, put it on a tray – hey, one of the bartenders was going by, awesome – and pulled Nick back in for a kiss.

The crowd roared.

Nick could relate.

He was covered in glitter.

He had recovered slightly from the sugar/alcohol/adrenaline high in the past couple of hours, but he hadn’t removed himself from Luke. He hadn’t seen him in about two weeks; this wasn’t time he wanted to share with anyone else. Call him selfish, but hey. Schedule an appointment and move to the back of the line.

Tonight was just for the two of them.

Or, you know, the two of them and everyone Edo had thrust at them.

He hadn’t removed himself from Luke, nope, he had been removed by two girls wearing enough body glitter to open their own strip club, which, by the amount of clothing they had removed, was exactly their plan, and who were not getting in line – they were currently draping themselves all over him, dancing much too close for Nick’s comfort.

Luke, genius that he was, sensed this was getting a bit weird.

“Ladies,” Luke smiled at them, the charming smile, the client smile, the totally fake smile that he had never ever given Nick – ha! Take that! – and extricated himself from their grasp, “I’m really sorry, but that gorgeous man right there is my boyfriend.”

Nick grinned, for two reasons.

One, Luke was totally gone for him just as much as he was gone on Luke.

Two, “extricated” was a complicated word, which meant he clearly wasn’t drunk any more. Sort of.

One of the girls let go, blushed, “Sorry, didn’t mean to intrude or nothing.”

Correct behaviour, twelve points to Gryffindor.

The second girl on the other hand? Detention. For like a month. Instead of backing off, she looked Nick up and down, smiled showing far too many teeth, and said the words every taken gay man fears coming from a straight girl, “Oh, that’s ok. We can all share. Threesome?”

Her friend elbowed her, “Jessica!”

Err, Nick thought not.

The second girl cringed, “I’m sorry lads, she is a little bit bladdered.”

“What? Just because that one,” she gestured at Nick, “is hot and this one,” she tried to run a hand down Luke’s chest, but both Luke and the friend stopped her, “is fuckin’ gorgeous, I’m drunk?”

“Yes,” said the friend, “because you’re always horny and don’t care who you get with when you’re drunk, and you forget about Laura.”

“Oh man, I love Laura.”

The friend tugged her in the direction of the bar, “Yeah, I know. You’ve been dating for two years, love. Let’s go find Laura.”

Jessica let go of Luke, waving at them both, “Laura’s gorgeous. Hey, I should sleep with Laura.”

The friend sighed, sending an apologetic wince over her shoulder at Nick, “You already do.”

Mitch boogied up to them, girl in tow, “Some people, eh?”

Luke laughed, “Saw that, did you?”

“Sort of,” he shrugged, moving his hips in time to the disco beat, “Just that you stopped dancing.”

The girl smiled at them all, probably also drunk – what time was it anyway? Midnight felt like a long time ago – and swayed into Mitch’s arms.

Nick felt she probably had the right idea.

He wound his arms around Luke’s neck, pressing their chests together, slanting a leg between his, getting them both back into the rhythm of the music.

Luke smiled, nodding with the beat, trying to mirror what Nick was doing with his shoulders. But let’s be honest, Nick had been dancing for money for years by this point – yeah ok, that sounded dirtier than it actually was – and he was bloody good at it too.

His hands slid behind the jacket, brushing the waistcoat with the back of his fingertips.

He could just see Eva and Tash in the crowd, unaware of anyone else. Tash has a shy sort of smile on her face and their fingers were still tangled together. They were sweet.

Nick hoped they would work out.

Luke untucked Nick’s shirt from his trousers and pinched his bum.

“Hey, what’s so interesting over my shoulder?”

Nick got a hand each side of his arse and squeezed, “This.”

Luke laughed, bringing their hips together, “Such a tease.”

“Well, you’re the one that wanted to come tonight.”

The crowd surged and someone lurched into Nick, but Luke tightened his hold around his waist and kept him from stumbling.

“Oh, I’m going to come alright.”

That was the voice, the sex voice.

He smirked, “Oh yeah? What makes you think that?”

“You know very well,” he said, drawing patterns on Nick’s lower back, “that I promised someone that tonight would be all about us. And I know he really likes me in this suit.”
That was true. His voice had dropped lower, still audible over the music, but only when Nick got in close enough to scrape his teeth over Luke’s jaw.

“It’s the fucking Helix nebula, Luke.”

“I could take it off.”

Nick looked him dead in the eye, “Not until I say so.”

Luke licked his lips, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, what are we waiting for?”

The doors fell smoothly closed, leaving them alone in the chrome shine of the lift.

“Going up.”

Luke stabbed at the button for his floor before pinning Nick to the wall.

A glance in the mirror confirmed what he already knew. Luke still looked perfect, despite the sweat loosening his hair and the wrinkles where Nick had clutched at the suit. The suit would survive. Nick wasn’t sure he would.

Luke’s suit jacket wasn’t even undone, unlike his own. His own, which was… Where was his jacket anyway? Edo would kill him if he had actually lost it.

He himself looked halfway taken apart already, eyes dark, Edo’s eyeliner smudged to hell, glitter from the girls on his neck and down to where the collar of his shirt was getting shoved further apart as Luke undid every button, kissing and biting his throat, leaving marks, sucking possessively into his skin.

He stopped once the last button was undone, one hand rubbing little circles on his stomach, a bare inch from where his dick was straining towards him.

“Luke,” he whined, not caring how he sounded, pushing up to grind against him, “Come on, please.”

Luke shook his head, teeth scraping over Nick’s adam’s apple, “Not yet, not until we’re in the flat,” but he manoeuvred himself so that his thigh was pressing against Nick and the friction sent sparks up his spine.

They rocked like that, Luke doing his best to make Nick burst at the seams.

“20^th floor. Doors opening.”

Fucking lift.

Luke didn’t quite remove himself completely, was still pressed up against him, heatsexwantnownownow, but somehow managed to move them in such a way that they were out of the lift and into the flat before Nick had even realised that he had taken out the keys.

On the other hand, there was a drop of sweat slowly making its way down the side of Luke’s face which he needed to lick, so he wasn’t going to waste time thinking about keys and doors and hello he was pressed up against the wall.

Fucking finally.

Luke got his hands back onto Nick’s skin, pushed the shirt down as far as it would go, but actually getting it off would require moving away from the wall, and from the way Luke was pressing himself against him, that wasn’t going to happen for a while.

Nick tried very hard not to fist his hands in Luke’s hair. Not yet. Soon, but not yet. He ended up clutching at his biceps, smoothing his fingers over the fabric up across his shoulders.

“You must really like this suit.”

Luke got the words out between bites, voice like gravel and sugar.

“Maybe I just really like you.”

Nick found himself shivering, because of the words sinking into his chest, because his back was suddenly no longer against the wall and Luke was shoving Nick’s shirt off his shoulders and biting again – God he hoped he didn’t have a shift in the next couple of days – and pushing his trousers down, carefully sliding over his boxers, fingers just brushing the edge of his erection, more of a tease than anything – who the fuck gave a shit if he had a shift?

“Back,” Nick clung to Luke’s shoulders, swinging them back around, “Come on, come on.”
He ground his hips against Luke’s, pinned between the wall and a firm chest, but Luke but his hands on the wall either side of him, framing him, face close enough to feel his breath on his face, lips catch-dragging on his own when he spoke.

“I don’t think you want it bad enough.”

Fuck it.

He knew that part of what got to Luke was the fact that he didn’t have to stop himself, that gentle was all well and good but he could let go with Nick. And Nick could play that game too.

He bit back.

Luke made a sound like the bastard child of a groan and a whimper and fuck it all to hell, Nick got his hands into Luke’s hair and pulled.

“Yeah,” Luke groaned, “Like that.”

His lips got softer and the kiss got messier; Nick made a sound into his mouth that he didn’t think he’d ever made before but damn he had never been this turned on before either, which was responded to with a growl, an actual from-the-chest growl that made his stomach flip. He scrabbled a hand up under Luke's shirt, not removing it, just wanting to get his hands onto skin, to rake his fingers down, nails not sharp enough to scratch, but enough to leave faint red marks that he could worship in the morning.

The trouble with Luke, Nick knew, running his tongue over the washboard roof of his mouth, was that despite his fondness for the rougher side of sex, he was a sucker for the slow tease of his partner.
One of Luke’s hands came up to cup his cheek, slowing him down, which was the complete opposite of what he wanted.
“Luke, don’t stop, what-”

Luke’s other hand rubbed soothingly across his collarbone and Nick was shaking, he couldn’t stop it, he needed this, he had been needing this since he’d first set eyes on Luke again. Since Luke had kissed back.
“Hey, hey,” Luke continued to look perfectly put together despite still having one of Nick’s hands clenched in his hair, which was really unfair because Nick felt like he was being pulled inside out with want. And a lot more naked than Luke and he really really needed a hand on his cock, “I’ll get you there.”
Nick’s boxers had a wet spot darkening the front before Luke slipped them down and then there was nothing at all between him and Luke, who – still fully dressed in that motherfucking suit, jacket covering up where Nick had untucked his shirt – sank to his knees.

Luke wrapped a hand around his cock, precome spilling down onto his fingers. Nick made a sound that didn't quite transform into a word, his brain suggesting something vague about wet and tongues and come before breaking into about a thousand tiny, cracked pieces, letting Luke take control of the situation.

The wall was solid, which was good, because the way Luke kissed his way up the inside of a thigh before turning his attention to the shaft made Nick’s legs shake and threaten to give out.

Luke pressed a hand to Nick’s thigh, more of a suggestion to open than anything else.

Two fingers teased their way across his balls, pressed that stretch of skin behind them.

Nick chocked on air, hand spasming.

“Luke.”

His grin felt fantastic around his dick, but Nick couldn’t see it because the back of his head hit the wall with a thump, his eyes shut in pleasure.

Luke hadn’t wasted time when learning what worked best with Nick and if Nick didn’t know any better he would say – except, you know, only when the speech centre of his brain came back online – that Luke had been practising.

Those fingers pulled away and came back wet, because Luke was made of magic and sex, circled gently around his hole, pushing just enough to catch at the rim but no more. But he didn’t push in. He teased until Nick was desperately trying to push down onto them, making sounds he would have to remember to be embarrassed about in the morning.

His breath caught audibly at the first brush against his prostate, but the second touch never came.
“Please, Luke, please, come on come on come on…”

Coherency wasn’t a requirement. He needed more as soon as bloody possible.

As though reading his mind, Luke hummed, waiting until Nick was rocking between his mouth and his fingers before sliding the third one in.
Nick slid down the wall a couple of centimetres, Luke’s hand on his thigh the only thing stopping him from making it all the way down to the floor.

Luke sat back on his heels, watching his fingers disappear, twisting them until he found just the right angle.

And Nick couldn’t stand it any longer. He grabbed Luke’s hair, pulled until Luke looked up at him and when he spoke it felt like the sound was dragged right up from his balls.

“Fuck me.”

Luke calmly removed his fingers, took off his jacket and smoothed on a condom that must have appeared from somewhere, trousers suddenly open, and added more lube. Magic and sex.

He got up, the move smoother and more graceful than Nick would have been able to muster up even if several important muscle groups weren’t slowly turning into goo.
“You want me to fuck you?”

He could only nod, clawing at the jacket, not actually trying hard enough to get it off Luke’s shoulders.

Luke hitched Nick’s leg up, holding onto it, fabric of his jacket almost itchy, but not enough to do anything except add sensation.

The other hand was holding onto his dick, head just at Nick’s hole, pressure without intent.

“Here?”

He pushed in, not even past the first ring of muscle, but the slow movement was going to drive Nick even further out of his mind.

“You’re going to get more bruises.”

If that was really his priority then they needed to have a chat after this was over.

Nick clawed at the wall behind him, ankles locked behind Luke’s back.

“Now, Luke, or I swear to God. Fuck me.”

Luke pushed in hard, making Nick jerk in response.

“Like that?”

He moved like the beat of a song, hard enough that Nick could feel it in his ribs.

“Yeah, more, come on.”

His thrusts became deeper, choppier, faster, just what Nick wanted, holding himself so close that Nick’s dick was dragging across his shirt, friction doing sweethotmotherfuckeryes things when added to the equation.

Luke laced their fingers together, sweat plastering his shirt to Nick’s front, bottom of his tie just tickling the top of his shaft, adding to the mess of LukeLukeLuke sensation all around him.

“Nick,” the words were smeared onto his skin, Luke’s darkened, unfocused eyes flicking between his lips and his gaze, “I missed you.”

That was cheating, but fuck everything if it wasn’t a good move.

He came.

He may or may not have blacked out there for a second.

Luke had actually fucked his brains out. Bloody hell.

“Maybe I should wear this more often,” Luke mumbled into the thin skin of his throat, still the one with the strength to hold them up, slowly churning his hips. Still hard.

Fuck.

Nick had to take a deep breath. He felt completely wrecked, but this wasn’t over yet.

He shook his head, trying to shake off the cloud without abandoning the haze of post-orgasmic bliss, “I think you should be naked all the time, but this suit is good too.”

“Well, I could take it all off.”
“Keep the tie on, yeah?”

Luke’s grin was more predatory than agreement, “I have more interesting uses for this tie than that.”

Oh man, this so wasn’t over yet.

Luke was smiling to himself, Nick could tell. He always did after sex, felt good about himself and life, smug. Nick thought that he had more than earned that right tonight.

He felt Luke stretch, “What’s your New Year’s resolution?”

“I’ve already achieved mine,” shrugged Nick, taking care not to dislodge the covers or himself from the embrace, “but I did make it rather last minute yesterday.”

Luke tucked his head closer to Nick’s, enough that Nick could feel his lips moving with his whisper, “Yeah? What was it?”

“To be fucked against your door by you in that suit.”

Luke’s small smile grew into a grin, “Technically, I fucked you against a wall.”

“A vertical surface,” said Nick with a yawn, “Close enough.”

Sleep was flirting with the edge of his consciousness, but before he slept he wanted to say one more thing.

“Luke?”

“Mhhhm?”

He smiled. Luke was obviously half asleep already.

“I missed you too.”

Luke’s hand squeezed his.

“I know.”