Night Rain

Night Rain Chapter 8 Diego Blue

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Things had spiralled for Chris since he ran out on Nick. The anxiety he had felt from bottoming had thrown him into a deep depression. Most of his days outside of work were spent in bed or lounging around the house. He hadn't been with anyone romantically or sexually in weeks or even jerked off. He was caught in a self-perpetuating catch-22. He really wanted to be with Chris and no one else but the thought of having to bottom terrified him. I was stuck in limbo and didn't know how to get out, and thus had fallen into a rut in all aspects of his life.

At work, he had moved to another desk at the other side of the office. He had told the others that there was a cold draft tickling the back of his neck in his old spot. They seemed to believe him. Or if they didn't, they kept to it to themselves.

"So did that healthy lifestyle you were on turn out to be fad?" Kate sidled up to Chris one day, trying to get him to open up. He had retreated into himself, closing himself off from conversing with the rest of the office.

"It wasn't for me," Chris typed away, not looking up from his screen.

"I'm sure you'll get your groove back again," Kate remained cheery, hoping to inject some light into Chris.

Chris sighed, popping his earphones in.

Kate got the hint, returning to her work with a pitying smile.

With Nick, Chris had gone cold turkey. He had been avoiding ever since the incidence. Of course, Nick, the kind and generous soul he was, had tried talking to Chris, had tried reasoning with him, getting him to open up, offering to listen to him, to go have a coffee and talk things through, be there for him, but Chris had returned all these warm gestures with iciness.

Chris stayed on the other side of the office, took his lunch at different times to Nick, avoided eye contact, came to and left the office at different times to Nick.

Nick had gradually been worn down by Chris's frigid air. As patient as he was, anyone would have been worn down. He stopped trying to converse with, stopped willing to hear him out, stopped offering him coffee, stopped acting overly cheering to warm the mood.

Not being around Nick was difficult, but it wasn't until one afternoon that really broke Chris' heart. He was walking to the bathroom after lunch. He had forgotten to go at the café around the corner so he risked bumping into someone from office. He would have to bear through some small-talk if he met anyone.

Chris thought he was safe until he bumped into Nick. "Sorry, Nick," he mumbled, looking at his feet.

"You're ok, Chris," Nick said, holding his hands up and moving past Chris.

Chris hurried into the bathroom so Nick wouldn't see the tears welling up in his eyes. He shut himself into a cubicle and sobbed silently. Nick had always called him "Bud." Hearing Nick call him Chris sent a stabbing feeling through his chest. He had finally crushed Nick's kind spirit. Hearing Nick calling him Chris signified an end to the intimacy between them. It meant he no longer saw them as romantic partners that had affection for one another. They were merely colleagues now. The feeling of what they had had coming to an end was enough to crush him. The realisation hit him that he deeply missed being called "Bud."

Chris batted his face with tissue, trying to dry up his wet eyes and cheeks. He was haunted by Nick's expression when he had bumped into him in the hallway. His face had a despondent pallor, his eyes drooping. And when they had collided, Nick had made no attempt to hold Chris as he had done many times previously. Instead, he didn't even touch him, raising his arms in defence, as if not wanting to offend him.

Chris had longed for his touch in that moment. It was as if he had a limb missing. The feeling of being away from Nick, not being in his warm embrace, being held in his large muscular arms, all safe and secure, was a deep loss. The awkwardness in the hallway was in contrast to how intimate they had been before. It was as if they were no longer aligned. It felt wrong what they had become to each other. Former lovers, now practical strangers.

But Chris had done this to them, had done this to himself. He only had himself to blame, which upset him even more, and cause more frustration. He didn't know how to get himself out of this rut and repair things with Nick. And now, from his interaction with Nick, maybe it was too late.

Chris had wracked his brain all week about talking to Nick. He tried thinking of what to say Nick, how to explain his running out on Nick, the coldness he had exuded, and his reserved behaviour in the office. He went over it again and again, planning the conversation out in his head, thinking of responses to questions he assumed Nick would ask and his reasonings behind his behaviour. He had pushed it back all week, leaving it until the next day and then the next until Friday bared its head. He knew he would have to do it today, not wanting to keep it until next week.

Chris arrived to the office, dedicated to his plan. He would smooth things over with Nick. Even if Nick didn't want anything to do with him, he owed him an explanation, and it would clear his conscience. He looked around for Nick, but he wasn't at his desk.

"Hey, where's Nick?" Chris asked.

"He's in Tom's office. They've been in there for a while," Kate said.

"Do you know what it's about?"

"I've no idea, must be serious."

Chris settled down into his desk. He tried to start on some work but he kept glancing up to see if Tom's door was going to open, too nervous to do anything else.

After a few minutes, Tom and Nick came out of the office. Chris exhaled with relief but it was short lived as Nick cleared his throat, getting the attention of the office.

"Sorry to disturb everyone," Nick stood at the centre of the office. "I just have a quick announcement. So, I've really loved my time here, working with everyone, getting to know you all, and work on some amazing pieces, you've all made me feel really welcome." Nick was avoiding looking at Chris. "But I think it's to move on. I've gotten a job at the other side of the city, and it's much closer to home, so the commute will be easier. I'll be sad to go but I think it's the best." Nick tried to put on a brave face.

There were exchanges of commiseration, empathy, and apologies as the office crowded around Nick, everyone saying they would miss him and wishing him the best for the future.

Chris just stood where he was in shock. His heart sank and he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Thoughts swam in his head that this was his doing, it was his fault that Nick was leaving. He could feel a sense of dread building in his chest and it quickly rose to his head, his temples feeling the pressure and his forehead burning up until he unexpectedly said out loud, "No!"

The whole office turned to him. They were as surprised by his outburst as they were by the fact that it had been the most he had interacted with anyone in ages. Everyone stared at him, waiting for him to continue.

"Oh God, it's too late now," Chris thought. "I'll have to keep going," he was blushing, thinking of what to say.

"It's just... it's such a great loss... for the newspaper," Chris stumbled over his words. He felt as though he were in a Rom-Com. The situation was playing out like Bridget Jones chasing after Mark Darcy. "You're an amazing journalist. The best really, and we would all hate to see you go," Chris gestured to the others, trying to generalise the loss of Nick and hide his own desire for Nick to stay. "I just think you should reconsider before jumping ship." Chris was beet red, not wanting all this attention to his cringe-worthy speech.

"You want me to stay, Chris?" Nick looked at him.

Chris could barely handle those eyes looking at him. He could melt. "Well, yes. It would be a shame to see you leave after all you've done for the newspaper, for all of us really."

"Even after all this coldness the past few weeks?"

The others were glancing from each other, to Nick and to Chris, taking in every second of the tense interaction.

"Could we maybe talk about that in here?" Chris asked, opening the door to the meeting room.

"Everyone else, let's get back to what you were doing," Tom said, "leave these guys to it."

Chris and Nick slipped inside the meeting room, closing the door behind them. Chris paced around, not knowing how to begin, clearly flustered, while Nick stood still, his arms crossed, waiting in anticipation.

"Chris, what is it you want to say to me," Nick sighed, he was getting impatient.

"Ok. Just let me try to gather my thoughts," Chris shook his hands, calming himself down. "I fucked up."

"I'll say," Nick muttered.

Chris gave him a pleading look.

"Sorry, go on," Nick responded.

"I really messed things up, and I know it doesn't excuse how I behaved these past few weeks but this is all new to me," Chris explained.

"Being with men?" Nick furrowed his brows in confusion.

"No," Chris exhaled. He was trying to pump himself up to be honest. "Being with you, it's been a big change for me, it's been quite different from my past experiences. I'm used to being the guy who chases other guys, I'm used to topping, being the bigger spoon, going for younger, slimmer, smoother guys. They're the kind of guys who are my type."

"Wow. Your flattery knows no bounds," Nick said, his tone deadpan.

"What I mean is, they're the type of guys who I usually go for. You're the opposite to that, and I never thought I'd be with someone like you, but all this time I've spent with you has been amazing, and I've really fallen for you. I haven't stopped thinking about you, being with you, kissing, being held in your arms, being intimate with you. I've really missed you."

"That doesn't make any sense, you've literally been avoiding my every time you see me. You won't even talk to me."

"I know it doesn't make any sense; it's just I was scared. That time we nearly went the whole way, I freaked out. I had never bottomed before and the thought of having a guy inside me was terrifying. I didn't know how to handle it. It was like my life had turned upside down. Plus, I don't know, the idea that I was somehow becoming someone else by no longer being a top and becoming a bottom was hard to accept."

Nick tilted his, disbelief on his face.

"Look, I know it's hard to believe, and it's completely ridiculous, but those were the thoughts going through my head. I really wanted to be with you, but the fact that my sexuality was being turned upside fucked me up and there was this constant struggle going on. It's completely irrational, I know, but sometimes you can't get your brain to turn itself off."

Nick looked at the ground, digesting this. He walked over to Chris and held him. Chris nearly melted into his arms at the feel of his touch. "It's not irrational. I didn't know you were feeling these things, and I probably should have gotten to know a bit of your background before we went the whole way, and I'm sorry for that. But you're still the same guy, whether you top or bottom. Thank you for being honest with me. I just wish you could have been open to me before. We could've gotten through it together."

"I know, I'm sorry. You were wonderful as always. I was just messed up. It was a destructive meltdown, I backed away from everyone, and I know now my thinking was unfounded."

Nick rubbed Chris' back, soothing him. "Well, I'm glad you seem better now."

"So, now that we're ok again does that mean you're going to stay?" Chris looked at Nick, smiling faintly.

Nick was evasive. "Chris... I'm happy you're doing well again but I don't think it's going to work. These few weeks have been tough. I know the reasoning behind it, but I don't know if I can deal with that if it happens again."

"I promise you it won't. I've gotten over my crazy thinking. I know it doesn't matter if I top or bottom or whatever, I just know that I want to be with you, because I'm happy with you, I feel safe with you, I've never wanted to be in a relationship with anyone before you, it has to mean something. Please don't leave," Chris knew he was squabbling.

Nick touched Chris' arm. "Chris..."

Chris didn't wait to hear what Nick was going to say. He thought the other man was going to shut him down due to the awkwardness of the situation. "Ok, I know, but just wait, one sec," Chris made for the door of the meeting room. As he opened the door, the rest of the office, who it appeared, had been listening at the door, raced back to their seats.

"What are you guys doing? Stop listening in on us," Chris hissed, not really caring about the others but instead putting all his focus on Nick. He grabbed something off of his desk and the photo and ran back to Nick in the meeting room, making sure to secure the door, but he knew that idle ears would be resting on the other side of the door in a matter of seconds.

Chris handed a wrapped gift to Nick.

"What's this?" Nick was confused.

"Just open it," Chris pressed it into Nick's hands, "please."

Nick tore open the wrapping paper. A smile crept onto his face as he gazed at what was inside, but he was also confused. It was a framed photo made up of multiple images. "I don't understand..."

"I got in touch with that photographer who was covering that charity event from ages ago. I scoured all the photos I could find I got the ones that had you in them," Chris pointed to the photos. "That's you talking to the volunteers, participants, families, friends." The photos were of Nick interviewing people. He was beaming, enthusiastic about talking to everyone and being part of the enjoyment of the day.

"It's a nice gesture. The photo compilation is lovely, but I don't get why you're giving it to me?"

"I wanted to say that I appreciate you and all you've done for me, for the office, for the newspaper and for everyone that you've come into contact with. Because that's the person you are," Chris pointed to the photos, "warm, generous, welcoming. Everyone who meets you has a smile on their face. I know I haven't acknowledged that, or told you that enough, but make everything better, you've made me a better person. You've changed my life for the better and I want to thank you for that."

Nick gazed at the photo, rubbing his thumb along the silver frame. He was speechless.

"You don't have to be with me. I know that now. My behaviour has been terrible, and if you can't forgive me for that, then that's ok. I understand. You have every right to have nothing to do with me. But please don't ruin what you have here just because I was an idiot. Don't leave. You deserve to be here," Chris took a breath. "I'll leave. I haven't been the best colleague anyway." He touched Nick one last time, "take care."

Chris took one last look at Nick, taking in every detail of his face, then turned to leave, walking towards the door. The distance to the door was only a mere few feet but the walk felt like a lifetime.

"Wait," Nick said.

Chris bolted to a stop, turning around. He gazed at Nick, who had tears in his eyes.

Nick came up close to Chris. "No one's every done anything for me like this before. The things you said really hit me deep. And you were willing to give up your job for me?" Nick cupped Chris' face in his hand.

"I would do anything for you," Chris said, his voice breaking.

Nick couldn't help it. The large man had tears streaming down his face. He moved in and pressed his lips to Chris'. They embraced and kissed softly. Chris melted into Nick, feeling like he was back at home in Nick's arms.

Nick pulled away from the kiss. "I'll stay," he whispered.

"Really?" Chris smiled in disbelief.

"Yes, and you are too, Bud."

It was time for Chris to become teary. He was overjoyed with emotion. As they hugged the door burst open and everyone else from the office cheered and clapped, clearly having heard the good news through the door.

"I knew it!" Fred was jumping for joy.

"I love a happy ending," Kate beamed at the two men.

"You sure you're ready?" Nick asked.

"Yeah. I want to do this," Chris replied. He and Nick had undressed in Nick's bedroom. They had just arrived at Nick's place after having dinner as part of their first official date. The past twenty-four hours had been a bit of a whirlwind. Nick had decided to stay at the newspaper. He and Chris had made amends and were now officially dating. Naturally, the whole office knew all about them but they were supportive. They had gone to dinner to start their relationship on the right foot. The conversation had flowed between the two; they felt so comfortable with each other it was as if they had known each other for years. Now, they were going to have some intimacy, in a bed for once.

The men kissed each other. Chris missed the taste of Nick. He rolled his tongue around Nick's feeling the familiar tickle of the beard on his face. He looped his arms around Nick's large frame, caressing the other man's arms and back, feeling the body hair and muscles between his fingers. He could feel himself getting hard just from the thought of being in the larger man's arms.

Nick broke away from the kiss and began moving downwards, kissing Chris' neck, leaving warm kisses as he drifted downwards across Chris' chest, down his torso and then to his crotch. He licked the other man's balls, rolling them between his fingers.

Chris moaned, falling back on the bed.

Nick followed suit, licking up and down Chris' hard cock as it pointed at the ceiling. He took the cock into his mouth, devouring it as he moved his head up and down the shaft.

Chris gasped, feeling Nick's tongue move along the sensitive head and then along his cock. The beard also tickled his balls, causing a multitude of sensations. He smiled, grabbing the bedsheets to have something to hold onto.

Nick looked up at Chris, smiling around the cock in his mouth. He was spurred on by the sight of how he was pleasuring Chris. He was rock hard himself. He knew it was time so he flipped Chris over so he was facing downwards.

"Get up onto your knees," Nick ordered.

Chris complied. He grabbed some lube from the bedside locker and squirted some onto his fingers. He rubbed his fingers against his hole, pushing them inside and loosening up his rectum.

Nick helped out, lubing up his own fingers and pressing them inside Chris.

"Go slow," Chris gasped.

"I will. Don't worry," Nick reassured him. He had two fingers inside Chris now. He slowly pushed them in and out and rotated them, encouraging Chris' rectum to loosen. He gradually got a third finger in and then a fourth.

Chris could feel Nick's fingers move inside him.

"You're doing great," Nick whispered. He pulled his fingers out, placed a condom on his dick and lubed the shaft. "I think you're ready. You ok?"

"Yeah, let's go for it," Chris was scared, but he took some deep breaths to calm himself.

"Ok, here we go," Nick pressed the head of his cock against Chris' rectum. He moved slow, pressing further.

Chris grunted, placing his head down on a pillow.

Nick paused, waiting for Chris to gather himself, then pressed on. He pushed further into Chris, moving his dick further inside. Nick could feel Chris' tight hold gripping his dick. It felt so pleasurable.

"Ah," Chris yelped. He felt himself being filled up. At first it was pressure, but now there was some pain. "It hurts," Chris began to panic. He moved away from Nick, the cock sliding out a bit.

"It's ok, it's ok. Just breathe. I'll go slow. Just relax. The pain will pass," Nick held Chris' hips in his hands, gently massaging Chris' lower back and butt cheeks.

Chris waited, taking some deep breaths as the pain receded. "Ok, you can go again."

Nick began again, pushing back inside. He moved in and out of Chris, going deeper with each thrust.

Chris was grunting. The feeling was so foreign to him. He felt like he needed to go to the bathroom but he shook these thoughts from his head, knowing it was just the sensation of bottoming. Nick's shaft was expanding his hole, pressing against his insides as his lubed cock moved in and out.

Nick tested the waters. He thrust further into Chris, going for longer strokes until the full length of his cock was inside Chris. "I'm all the way inside you, Bud."

Chris began to feel different sensations. The pain and pressure he had been feeling soon melted into away into pleasure. As Nick's cock pressed against his prostate, it sent waves of pleasure throughout his body. It was like nothing he had ever felt before. It was multiple times more pleasurable than anything he had felt from pleasuring his cock.

"How does it feel?" Nick asked.

"It's so good," Chris could barely say in between his moans.

Nick was glad. He had unlocked something in Chris. He got even harder from seeing Chris in pleasure beneath him. He decided to rank it up a bit. He moved his body down so he was lying on top of Chris, pressing his weight down on the younger man.

Chris grunted, feeling Nick lying on top of him. He was in heaven having the larger, hairy, muscular man on top of him.

Nick began increasing his speed, thrusting in and out of Chris more rapidly. He looped his arms around Chris' neck and placed his head beside Chris', kissing his face from behind. The taste of Nick kissing him and the smell of Nick's cologne that filled the air around him were intoxicating.

Chris was moaning even harder, feeling the full weight of Nick on top of him, being held by the larger man so he was almost enveloped by him, with nowhere to go, and having his hole being ploughed by his long hard dick. Each stroke brought even more pleasure as the cock head hit his prostate, sending waves of orgasmic sensations throughout his body. His eyes rolled back in his head from the euphoria.

Nick pumped faster, bringing his hips up high and slamming into Chris' hole, the sound of the collision between their bodies filling the room and mixing with the sound of their moans and grunts.

"You like that, Bud?" Nick asked.

"I love it," Chris could only whisper he was so preoccupied with all the different sensations.

Nick was ploughing into Chris. He was a kind, calm, generous soul, but in the bedroom, he could be an animal: aggressive, unapologetic, powerful.

Chris had fallen in love with Nick's kindness, his warm nature, his gentleness. He hadn't expected this ferocity from Nick, but the contrast between the two Nick's was such a turn on. He was writhing in pleasure at Nick's sexual intensity and his dominance. It was massive change to how he had been previously. He'd always thought of himself as being the aggressor, the dominant one, but now that he was in the opposite position, he loved it. He loved that Nick was asserting his power and dominance on him. It was as thought he had unlocked a secret sexual desire in himself.

Chris groaned as Nick continued to drive in and out of him. "I'm close," he moaned as he could feel the bedsheets that were below him were damp with precum from his own dripping cock.

Nick pumped a final few strokes as Chris erupted, cumming all over the bed and his torso, some even splashing across Nick and Chris' faced. He howled with pleasure. He had never cum hands-free before. The waves of pleasure from the prostrate were reverberating throughout him, made even greater by Nick's cock which was still lodged deep inside him, nestling against his insides.

"That was amazing," Chris was out of breath. He couldn't even see straight; his vision was blurred from the intensity of the moment and from the exhaustion.

I loved seeing you in so much pleasure. You did it. You took my cock, Bud," Nick kissed Chris, nuzzling his face.

"I can't believe how good that felt, and that I actually bottomed."

"It's a whole new world," Nick smiled, slowly pulling out of Chris. "Now, it's my turn," Nick threw the condom away and jerked his cock. He pumped it in his fist, gripping it tight, pulling the foreskin back and forth across the head.

Chris watched him intently.

Nick had his eyes closed, concentrating on the feeling of his cock, his muscles taut in expectation. His breathing grew ragged and short as he grew closer to cumming. He shouted as he came, splashing cum across his chest. Some of it flew threw the air, landing on the bed.

Chris crawled over to Nick, cradling the other man's cock in his cock. He drained the cum as it dripped from the head.

Nick moaned in pleasure as Chris swirled his tongue around the sensitive head. He held Chris' head in his hands, rubbing his hair and throwing his own head back, his back arched as he felt waves of pleasure pulse from his cock and up his body.

Chris did a good job of slurping up all the leaking cum. He sucked away until Nick had calmed down, the orgasmic high passing.

The two men collapsed onto the bed, wrapping themselves in each other's arms and caressing each other.

"Thank you," Chris whispered. He laid his head on the larger man's chest, feeling the soft body hair against his cheek. His head rose and fell as Nick breathed. He could hear the slowing thump of Nick's heart drum in his ear. This is where he belonged. In Nick's arms: safe, secure, warm, at home.

"You're welcome, Bud," Nick kissed him, holding him tight in his large arms.

Outside, the night sky brought a light rain to the city. It fell onto the streets outside, bringing nourishment to the trees. It washed away the old, and gave life to the new. It pattered against the windows of the apartment, bringing a comforting, soothing sound to room. It was like a companion in the background, gracing them with its presence.

Chris smiled, drifting off to sleep in the warm embrace of Nick as the night rain poured outside.

THE END

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