Nick and Jimmy

"Nick and Jimmy" By The Goblin

Nifty Archive: Gay Male: Celebrity

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Chapter 10

Jimmy looked at me for a long moment. I could never tell what was truly going through his mind but whatever it was I knew his thoughts were impure. He reached over and grabbed the bottle of lube we left out on the night stand. My heart still beat like crazy.

"Are you okay?" He asked me.

"Yes. Why?"

He put a hand on my chest. "Your breathing is crazy and I can feel your heart pounding."

"I'm fine." I reached out to caress his arm that rested on my chest. "I really want this."

He didn't say anything in response. He opened the bottle and put a few drops on the tip of his finger. Instantly I could smell the chemical smell of the thick liquid and it brought me back to the night before when I was inside of him.

From there he put his hand back between my legs. His finger felt wet and cold when he pressed it into me, this caused me to jump a little.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." I whispered.

He looked down between my legs. I would have been shyer had I not wanted it so badly at that moment. Then he pushed his finger partially in. I reached out and grabbed onto his wrist. It kind of hurt a little but I did not want to back out now. I had never had anything up there before, not even during self-gratification, but now I wanted it more than anything.

"More lube." I said.

He obliged and instead of the few drops he coated his finger with a generous amount. Then back to my opening but this time he was able to push all the way in with ease. I let out a loud sigh when I could feel the rest of his hand pressed against me. I could feel all of my muscles tightening around his finger.

After about a minute of breathing and lip biting he began to withdraw his finger. Then I felt exactly how he felt and my hardness began to twitch at the sensation. I never considered myself a bottom but I could not deny the feeling his finger was giving me.

"Hand me the bottle." I said through panting.

He obliged and I put some in the palm of my hand. First I spread a little on me and stroked myself for a little bit as he slowly prodded in and out with his finger. I could feel myself getting looser so I used more lube on him. He got very hard in my hand as he leaned in closer to my reach.

I could not see what he was doing but I knew the moment he put in two fingers. This caused me to sit up a bit and him to smile.

"What?" He asked.

I was breathing heavy. "That feels amazing."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes."

"Are you ready for a third?"

I handed him back the bottle. "More lube."

He didn't hesitate and I got even harder as I watched him lube up his three middle fingers. Then slowly he pushed all of them past the first muscle and I let out another long breath.

I could see his small arm muscles shake as he got all three fingers all the way into me. I grabbed onto his forearm for him to just hold them there for a few moments while I caught my breath.

After the muscles loosened around his fingers I nodded at him and he began to pull them out.

"Oh shit!" I said out loud.

He got this really perverted look on his face. "I think you're starting to like it."

I pulled both knees as close to my chest as possible. He took another minute to loosen me up then after withdrawing all of his fingers he began to stroke more lube onto his length.

We shifted a few different ways but with our height difference it became obvious that he was not going to be able to take me in the missionary position. I flipped over and arched my back. Then I pulled my right leg up to spread out for him.

"Nice." He said.

I felt a little shy for laying before him in this compromising position but when I felt something other than his fingers I spread my leg out even further.

As his head began to make entrance I could feel a little pain. This caused me to arch my upper body upwards.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No. Give me more."

I could feel his weight shifting on the bed and then more of his pushed into me. The tightened muscles began to relax and then he pushed in a little more. At first the feeling was pain, then it was very foreign. I was surprised by the short few seconds it took before it all just began to feel very good.

I arched my back slightly pushing back on him and this gave him the okay to slide the rest of the way into me. I could feel all five and a half inches inside of me. His pubes and his thighs pressed against my body. Then I could feel him lay all of his weight on top of me and he began to kiss the middle of my back. The necklace he was wearing felt cold against my skin but everywhere else he touched radiated heat.

He hadn't even gone through with the first pull out but already I felt like I had met with complete satisfaction.

"You feel so tight."

"You feel so good inside of me."

Then I could feel him throb and my muscles tighten again. This time though there was no pain, no apprehension. He began to pull out and I couldn't help but laugh at the sensation it gave me.

"I had no idea." I whispered.

"What?"

"How much I like this."

"You mean this?" He said as he pushed all the way back into me.

"Oh yes...that."

I arched my back again and he wasted no more time. At first his rhythm was slow, which I was happy for because it still took a little more getting used to. My virginal bliss was overwhelming and after a few minutes he began to pick up the pace.

Every time he would lean all of his weight on me I could feel his sweaty chest sticking to the sweat on my back. At one point during his excavation he began to bite my shoulders. I was beginning to like his roughness.

The more he went at it, the looser I became.

"Faster." I said.

Without question he started to move faster. I reached a hand around to grab onto his ass and each time he pushed forward I pulled onto him giving him the okay to push as deep as he could.

My hardness pressed into the bed and I had to reach down to pull it into the upwards position before it broke off.

"Harder." I demanded.

Then he began to lose all control and to my growing perverseness he began to pound into me.

"You like that?"

"Yes." I panted through heavy breaths.

He grabbed ahold of my hair again and with my back arched and my head tilted back he was able to pull out before pushing deep back into me.

I pulled up my other leg so that I was completely spread before him and he was able to penetrate me entirely without any obstruction.

That he did when he pulled out completely then pushed back in with a certain sort of roughness that I began to welcome.

I reached a hand between myself and the bed and shifted my body so that I would have just enough room to stroke myself. This would prove to maximize my excitement and I knew I would not be able to hold on for long.

He continued to pound into me with all of his strength and not even a minute went by since I started stroking that I could feel that familiar feeling.

"Oh shit..." I said.

My breathing became very quick and heavy.

"I'm gonna cum." He said out loud.

"Me too."

Before I could even take a few more breaths I could feel him began to shake. "Oh shit...Oh fuck." He yelled out as he began to convulse.

Then I could feel this warm wetness began to grow inside of me. At that moment the tingling travelled down my back and up my legs. I began to cum without reservation all over my covers as he continued to empty out inside of me.

His rhythm began to slow down at the perfect time as my own spasms and eruptions were making my muscles tighten back up. He released his grip on my hair and I let my face fall into the pillow.

By the time both of us had finished I felt as if we were frozen in that position as I could feel my hands or my feet. My face tingled and I could feel him trembling as well still inside of me.

Slowly he began to pull out.

"Oh fuck." I whispered at the pain that had returned.

"Sorry." He said as he continued to pull the rest of the way out of me.

Then he laid down on top of me. Though I had just been fucked I was still the man strong enough to hold up his weight. He pulled his hands up to grip my shoulders and began to kiss the back of my neck. I couldn't help but smile as I could feel the sticky mess I made on the bed and his spent ambition began to leak out of me.

Slowly he got up and stood next to my bed. I rolled to my side and looked into the green rainforest as his hardness was rapidly turning soft. The room smelled of sex in more ways than one and I would be embarrassed had anyone else gone in there.

"Shower?" I asked.

He looked down at himself than back at me. "In a minute."

He sat back down on the bed to catch his breath and I shifted to laying on my back. My own hardness was going down and he poked at my softening shaft.

"Stop that." I laughed.

"I like playing with it." He said.

Then he grabbed ahold of it and began rubbing the tip with his thumb.

I slapped his hand away laughing and squirming to scoot away from him.

"What's the matter?" He asked with a sly smile.

"Nothing. It's just too sensitive right now."

"Are you sure?" He reached his hand back towards it.

"Yes." I laughed while pushing his hand away.

He kept staring at me. I felt like I must have looked a mess. Freshly penetrated, lying in my own emission. My face was probably flushed as I was sure I probably wore a completely ridiculous expression.

"You're so beautiful." He said.

I raised an eyebrow. "Really now?"

"Yes."

"You can see me right."

"Be quiet." He smiled.

"Besides you're not supposed to call a guy beautiful."

"I don't know what else to say."

"Attractive?"

"That sounds too stuffy."

"What do you mean too stuffy?"

"I just came inside of you, I think were beyond niceties."

"I guess." I said with a smile.

The reality of what he said hit me and I felt sore and uncomfortably wet down below as I smiled at the ceiling.

"Maybe we should get in the shower now." He said.

He walked over to the top dresser drawer and started digging through his clothes. When I sat up in the bed I felt even sorer than I did when I was laying down. I couldn't help but make a face at the slight pain.

"Are you okay?"

"Man what did you do to me?"

He blushed and looked down, "Sorry."

"No...no. It was good but did you feel like this after I...did it to you?"

"Yeah, and for the whole next day."

"Really?"

He turned red in the face. "Yes."

"I had no idea."

"That's because I loved it."

"Being in pain?"

"No! But everything before that."

I raised my eyebrows in excitement. "We can do it again if you want."

"Calm down, I think I'm done for the night. Besides I thought it was too sensitive."

I began to fake pout as I stood up however the pain from behind caught me by surprise. "Yeah I think I am too."

"How do people do that multiple times?" He asked.

"I have no idea." I said with raised brows. "I joke but I don't think I could do it again."

The conversation went quiet.

"Do you think Steve is back yet?" Jimmy asked.

"I don't hear anything."

He nodded at the door and I crept over to peak out. Remembering that I was naked I only showed my head through the crack. The fresh cool air met me and was a change from the stagnant air of my bedroom.

"All clear?"

"Yes get your clothes and let's hurry before he gets back."

We both ran naked with clean clothes in hand to the bathroom.

"You would think with all your money you would have rented a place with two bathrooms."

"Hey I've mostly been alone until recently. Besides the Universal payouts have only been coming in for a few months now."

"Have you been alone?" He asked with a skeptical look.

I turned on the water nozzles.

"Yes." I smiled. "This place was very quiet until you came along."

"I can leave if you want." He playfully said.

"No way." I said as I grabbed his bare ass.

He jumped and turned to look at me.

"Sorry I couldn't resist."

"Uh huh." He smiled.

I looked at the shower waiting for him to get in.

He stood aside. "After you."

"Hey, just because you fucked me once doesn't make you the dominant one."

"You call what you do being dominant?" He smiled.

"Hey I've been holding back."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I could totally split you in two if I wanted." I said with a wink.

He looked to the ceiling in thought. "Maybe tomorrow." Then he got into the shower.

"Tomorrow is only a few hours away." I said before biting my lip.

"You know what I mean. Get in and shut the door I'm freezing."

We began to wash up. We didn't say much of anything for most of the shower. I watched him as he seemed to be working something out in his head.

"What are you thinking about?"

He looked at me, "what?"

"You're obviously thinking about something.

He smiled. "You really want to know?"

"Always."

"I can't help but think...how badly I want...tacos."

I laughed as I rinsed soap away from my eyes. Before I could see to defend myself he pinched my side.

"Don't laugh at me. You wanted to know!"

"I know, it's just..."

"What?"

"Do you always think about food?"

He also began to rinse the soap out of his eyes. "Only when I'm awake."

"I can call Steve and have him stop by Taco Bell."

"I said Tacos, not plastic."

"There's nothing wrong with Taco Bell."

"Yeah if you're drunk."

I laughed.

"Besides I've been stuck in your house all day."

"You want to go somewhere and sit down?"

He just nodded and then the conversation grew silent for a minute.

I looked at him and realized he was just standing there.

"Are you done?" I asked him.

"I'm just waiting on you."

"I need you to...get out before me."

"Why?" He seemed confused.

"Because I...I need to..." I couldn't get the words out.

He gave me a questioning look. "You need to what."

"Um. I need to wash somewhere, and I can't have you watching me while I do it."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"I've already seen it all Nick."

"Still...I mean."

He let out a playful sigh. "Fine."

"Wait." I pulled him back for one playful kiss. I could smell the shampoo in his hair.

After our shower I called Steve back home. He had not eaten yet either so when he got back the three of us went to a twenty four hour taco place not too far from my house.

The place was busy. As we stood in line I carefully looked around. There were a few people before us and right behind us was a man in a khaki jacket and brown pants. The way he looked at Steve kind of bothered me but what I found even more alarming was the way he looked at Jimmy. No one seemed to recognize who we were and this brought me some comfort as the IHOP incident was still very fresh in my mind.

When our order came up we were barely able to find a table which I had to use napkins to wipe the crumbs off of. As soon as we sat down the people at the table next to us got up and left. There were other available tables in the restaurant but the man in the Khaki jacket chose that one.

He didn't look at us again and he seemed pretty intent on his burrito so my paranoia began to subside.

"What's wrong?" Jimmy asked at one point.

"Nothing. Why?"

I didn't want to alarm him.

"You've been quiet for a few minutes now."

I shook my head. "Sorry I was just thinking about something."

"What?" Steve asked with a full mouth.

"How I should have ordered steak tacos instead of chicken."

"There you go with the red meat again." Jimmy said.

"Hey now. I tried the chicken for you."

"Good. I don't want to have to kiss beef later."

Steve half coughed while trying to swallow too much food.

"You okay there?" Jimmy asked him.

"You guys are so gay."

"Don't knock it til you try it." Jimmy said almost repeating what Jake said to Peter a few nights before.

"Been there done that." Steve said before taking another casual bite of his burrito.

Jimmy stopped chewing and I put down my taco. We both looked at each other then back at Steve.

"Really?" I asked.

He swallowed his food, "No way man I'm just fucking with you guys. I could never..."

Jimmy shook his head with a smile and continued chewing. Then he said, "Funny how the only person eating beef at this table refuses to be a beef eater."

I tried to swallow my food at that moment but had to take a drink of my pop to get it down.

"What does that mean anyway?" Steve asked.

"What beef eater?" Jimmy said.

"Yeah."

I put a hand on his shoulder. "Steve, dude, just think about it."

He thought about it and looked down at his steak burrito as distaste began to grown on his face. Then after a few more moments of him working it out he went back to eating.

"I like your friend already." Jimmy said.

"Why? Because nothing stops him from eating."

"Exactly." Jimmy said.

"Seriously dude, "Steve said to Jimmy, "where does it all go?"

"I think I have a high metabolism, besides lately I've been getting a lot of work outs."

Jimmy looked across the table at me and I couldn't help but smile at him.

"Alright mental image." Steve put the rest of his burrito down. "I'm done eating."

Jimmy laughed. "I'm not."

Before we finished our late meal the strange man at the table next to us got up and left. I realized my paranoia had been for nothing as I watched him get into a black car and drive away.

"What are you looking at?" Jimmy asked.

I didn't want to lie to him, but I didn't want him to worry either.

"Nothing. It's nothing."

The hard chair caused me a little discomfort which also did not go unnoticed by Jimmy. When Steve wasn't paying attention he smiled at me, bit his lip, and raised his brow.

I still felt the same discomfort on the car ride home. I even felt the slight pain when I laid on my back in bed. So I decided to sleep on my stomach with Jimmy curled into my side.

The following morning I felt fine which was good since I had to meet Peter and Chloe at the beach for our weekly jog. I couldn't back out of it, especially since I was the one who pushed them to get up that early to go running with me.

First I made them do some stretching to prepare for the jog. Then we started out at a fast walk until after five minutes I led the way and started running.

"Someone's in a good mood today." Peter said.

I breathed in the fresh ocean air.

"Yeah why are you all smiles?" Chloe asked.

"No reason."

"Ohhhh I see." Peter said.

"What?" Chloe asked looking at me.

"Don't worry about it." I smiled with a bite of my lip.

"Seriously guys what the hell?"

"Look closer." Peter said and made an obvious gesture to scratch his neck.

She looked back at me then at Peter. "You're just going to have to tell me. I don't see it."

Then Peter all out pointed at his neck. "Look CLOSER."

When she turned to look at me she realized what Peter was talking about.

"Damn that boy has a big mouth." Chloe said touching the red mark on my neck.

"Hey now." I responded.

"It's true," Peter said, "he does."

"Maybe but it's my big mouth." I winked.

"Eww!" Chloe said raising her cupped hands halfway towards her ears.

"So you two finally did it?" Peter asked.

"Yeah like a week ago."

"Really?" Chloe asked.

"Duh, why do you think we all caught them naked in bed that morning?"

I laughed. "No before that."

"Boys are so gross."

"What do you mean by that?" Peter asked.

"Seriously, you guys waste no time in getting down."

"You mean going down." I corrected her.

"Shh!" She said.

"It's okay." I said. "Someday when you're all grown up you might do it too."

"I already have."

"Obviously." Peter said.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Chloe honey, nobody thinks you're the virgin mary."

"You did...didn't you Nick?"

I held my hands up and said, "I'm not touching that one."

"Really? That's what you guys think of me."

"No." Peter said. "That's not all we think of you."

"I gotta stop." Chloe said holding her side.

"Keep walking or it'll get worse."

"Déjà vu." Peter said.

I looked ahead. "You're right."

Just then I realized we were in the same spot that we were at over a week earlier when we ran into Jimmy and his friends surfing. The familiar smells, the time of day, the sound of the waves washing up on the beach, it all brought back those memories to me.

My attitude changed as I began to think about how close I was to never really knowing him. Had we not ran into each other that day we probably would still not be talking? I could have missed out on one of the most important things of my life.

"Now what's wrong?" Chloe asked.

We stopped walking and I stood at the spot where we all met that Wednesday morning.

"Nothing. I just can't get over...life's weird you know."

"Oh don't be such a girl." Chloe said.

I made a face at her insensitive gender remark.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked and continued our run.

"Really," Peter said, "You know Nick is the man of that relationship."

"Do gay guys really do that?" She asked Peter.

"What?"

"One of you plays the man and the other plays the woman."

I looked at her in disbelief, "Of course not. That's ridiculous."

"Sorry I'm just asking."

"Besides," I said, "If that were the case then I was definitely not the man last night."

Peter laughed.

"Really?" Chloe said in disbelief.

"What?" I played dumb.

"I don't want to think about you two fucking anymore."

"Why not?" Peter asked. "Were all adults aren't we?"

"Well then boys, let me tell you about this time this guy took his tongue and licked it down my..."

"OKAY OKAY OKAY!" Peter yelled out.

"We get it." I said.

"Thought so." She said with a smile.

We ran on for a few more minutes without saying much of anything.

I never considered myself intuitive, but I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched. I checked around us a few times and noticed that there was a man running behind us.

We turned off the beach trail at our normal spot and continued running through the park that would bring us full circle back to our cars.

"What are you guys doing this weekend?" Chloe asked.

"Nothing." Peter said.

"Me either. Why?"

"We should hang out again. The seven of us. It was fun."

"I agree." I said.

"Really?" Peter asked. "You guys had fun?"

"Yeah why?"

"Because she was hit on relentless by someone she doesn't like, and you were outed to your best friend in the worse way."

"Shh. Don't say that so loud." I said.

I turned back around and realized that from a distance the guy was still jogging behind us. I could not see his face but he still gave me an uneasy feeling.

I began to slow down but still kept up the run. Chloe and Peter didn't even question my change in pace. By the time the man got close enough I realized that we were being watched.

I picked up the pace again and noticed he stayed back.

"Why are you running so fast?" Chloe asked grabbing at her side.

"We're being followed."

"Don't start getting paranoid on me Nick."

"No he's right. I see him too."

"The man in all black?" I asked.

"Yes." Peter said.

Chloe turned around.

"Don't look now."

She snapped her head back forward. "How do you know he's following us?"

"I've seen him before."

"When? Where?"

"Last night, we went out for tacos. He followed us in, then sat down right next to us."

"Are you sure?" She asked.

"That's creepy." Peter said. "What a loser."

"I don't think he's stalking me. Not like that anyway."

"Then why else is he following you."

Realization came over Chloe's face. "IHOP."

Peter looked confused. "IHOP? What does that mean?"

"There was a video of us eating." I said. "It made it to TMZ and YouTube."

"Really?" Peter asked.

"Yes." Chloe said.

"How did I look?"

"No dummy. Don't you get it?"

Peter looked at me and his demeanor became more serious. "Oh no shit."

"Yeah."

"Well you guys didn't even do anything." Peter said.

Chloe looked at him. "It's Hollywood."

I added. "You don't have to do anything to get noticed."

"What about this asshole behind us?" Chloe asked.

"The trees up ahead. I have an idea."

We made it around the bend and out of sight from our chaser. We found a big tree for all three of us to hide around. I could hear his footsteps slow as the man came around the bend he looked down the trail then stopped running. He looked the opposite way from us and I walked up behind him and pulled his hat off.

"Who are you?" I demanded.

"Give that back."

"We know you're following us." Chloe said.

"What are you talking about?"

"Cut the shit asshole."

Peter didn't say anything.

"I'm just out for a jog."

"And last night you were just out for tacos?" I said.

He snatched the hat out of my hands then took off his sunglasses.

"Yup it's definitely him. Why are you following me?"

He laughed.

"Asshole my friend asked a question." Chloe said.

"Are you kids really that naïve?"

All three of us looked at him.

"Did you really think your lives were going to stay private forever?"

Chloe continue her death stare but the man looked at me. "How long do you think you can keep this a secret?"

"...the fuck are you talking about."

"You and Jimmy Bennett."

My heart stopped. "Who are you?"

"That's not important."

"Yes it is." Chloe said.

"What's important is that you realize your life no longer belongs to you." He said then put his sunglasses back on and began to run back in the direction he came from.

I tried to catch my breath but the weight of the world again began to bare down on my shoulders.

"What a fucking dick." Peter said.

I bent over and rested my hands on my knees.

"Nick?" Chloe said.

I held out a finger and shook my head. I couldn't stop it from happening and I began to gag. I walked back behind the tree we hid behind and threw up.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

I coughed a little more and spit a few times. "No."

She handed me her bottle of water and I took it to rinse out my mouth. I tried to hand it back to her.

"It's all yours buddy."

"What am I going to do?" I asked.

"Fuck him." Chloe said. "He's got nothing, why else is he following you."

I wiped the tears from my eyes. "This isn't going to go away. He's not going to go away."

"Just try not to think about it. Try not to worry yourself."

I stood straight up and wiped the sweat off my face with my hoodie sleeve. "It's not me that I'm worried about."

They both looked at me and instantly understood.

"How am I going to tell Jimmy?"

Our run was over for the day.

I didn't have to work that day so I was in no hurry. I took the long way home from the beach and even stopped at a grocery store to buy Jimmy some cupcakes. I didn't really believe that sweets were going to make everything all better but I didn't know how to face him. I didn't know how to tell him the truth.

I couldn't lie to him anymore so I drove slowly around my neighborhood a few extra times.

When I walked in the door I looked at Jimmy and Steve who were sitting in the living room watching something on TV. The smell of air freshener was prevalent in the air telling me that Yesenia had been there.

"You're back already?" Steve asked.

"We had to cut it short." I said looking at Jimmy.

"How is my future wife doing?"

"Chloe's fine."

"Yeah she is."

"What's wrong?" Jimmy asked.

Just then I remembered the refrigerator was still partially stocked with alcohol and I remembered the vodka. I took a small glass out and filled about a shot's worth and downed it.

"Dude you're drinking already? It's not even noon." Steve said.

Jimmy got up and sat at the breakfast bar. "Seriously Nick. What's wrong?

He watched as I poured another shot's worth and chugged it down. I made a face as I was never good with hard liquor and I thought that if I didn't sit down I would throw up again.

I sat on the stool next to Jimmy. He looked at me with nervous eyes.

Steve got up and joined us in the kitchen.

"Can you please say something you're scaring me." Jimmy said.

"I don't know if either of you noticed last night. At the restaurant. The guy that sat next to us."

"The one in the tan coat?" Jimmy asked.

I could feel the alcohol already starting to affect me. "It was khaki not tan."

Jimmy shook his head. "Okay yes, I remember him."

"We saw him out jogging today."

Jimmy sat up straight.

"So it's a small world after all?" Steve asked.

"No." Jimmy said. "It's not."

"Bingo." I pointed at Jimmy.

"What's going on?" Steve asked.

I looked at Jimmy. "That thing that you're most afraid of. That were most afraid of."

"Paparazzi?" Jimmy said.

"Yes."

"Somebody is following you?" Steve asked.

"Yes."

Jimmy rested his forehead in his hands, slightly pulling his hair back. His eyes were also somewhat pulled back.

"Are you sure?" Jimmy asked not looking up.

I put a finger under his chin so that he could look at me. I hated seeing him like that. I hated it when it rained in the dark rain forest.

I looked him straight in the eyes. "I'll do whatever it takes to protect you."

...to be continued...

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