“Yep, cool. I’ll see you around.” Though I need to get out, I can’t stop myself from taking one last look at him. He looks at me with narrowed eyes, a slight furrow in his brow, trying to read my sudden shift in mood.

He stands as I turn, trying to make a quick exit but barely making it a few steps before his hand stops me.

“Kris, about last night. I’m sorry if what I did made you feel uncomfortable in any way. I just …” he lets out a sigh, his hands scrubbing at his face. "I just got jealous.” My head tilts towards him, his hand still pressed against my forearm. My chest heaves with the restraint it takes to not shove him against the wall and give him everything.

Everything? Is that what I want?

“Of?” I ask.

I know exactly what he was jealous of. I could see it in the factory today, the way he winced every time Pepper touched me, or the scowl that etched itself across his face when she dared to offer a kiss.

“Of … fuck. Of Pepper, okay?” He lets go of me, turning his back to me as he runs a frustrated hand through his styled salt and pepper hair. The same hair I couldn’t get enough of last night, cut to the perfect length so that I could grab handfuls of it to help gain leverage.

My cock stirs in my overalls at the memory of his pouty lips wrapped tight around it, the way his throat gripped me as he gagged on my length. I stare at his back as he rests his hands on his hips, inhaling deeply as he gathers himself.

“I saw her getting you off, and I got jealous.” He rushes out the words with a quick exhale, unable to look at me as he speaks. I stand there silently waiting for his confession to tumble free.

“I wanted to be the one getting you off. I wanted to be the one making you white knuckle the sleigh. To push you over the edge.”

Exhaling again before turning to face me. “I’m sorry if it wasn’t something you wanted,”

“I offered.” I shrug.

Nick’s brow furrows again as he lets out an exacerbated huff. “I’m still sorry. I should never have barged in on you and Pepper. You’re my stepbrother.”

He almost looks pained saying those last words. When I remain silent, his desperation to avoid any silence completely consumes him, leading him to incessantly utter the exact words that I have been longing to hear.

“I just couldn’t stop myself. I’ve watched you for so long. Fuck I can’t count how many times I’ve jerked off to the images my brain has created of what you could do to me,” Nick whisper yells to avoid being overheard, as his arms wave though the air.

A smirk now tips up the corner of my lips. I’ve had those thoughts too, every time I caught him staring at my body. There have been times I’ve been so desperate to touch him, but not wanting to risk fucking up my family, I’ve kept my distance. That was until he came crashing into my garage.

Now all bets were off the table. Fuck everyone. I wanted him more than I wanted my next breath.

“I just don’t want to pressure you into anything you don’t want.” His shoulder slump with defeat as he sighs.

Dropping my work bag on the floor, deciding I’ve listened to enough. It was time to make it clear to my big brother just how much I wanted him.

I grab him by the throat and slam him against the wall, making it shudder under our weight. Being the same height was perfect. I didn’t have to lean down to push my lips harshly onto his.

His moan fills my mouth, and I take advantage of his gasping mouth to push my tongue in. Claiming him as our tongues lapped against each other, circling, exploring.

This was new for me. I avoided kissing people on the mouth. When I first started fucking people, I tried it but I found it made them get more attached and there were only so many crazy exes a person could live with.

From then on, I avoided it as much as possible, settling for licking and kissing all the other parts of the body, but Nick, I wanted Nick to feel me on his lips when I walked out of those pristine white doors.

I wanted him to crave me.

His hands fist my overalls, and he pulls me closer, tightening the pressure on his throat. I groan into his mouth when his cock tents in his suit pants and brushes against mine, meeting me thrust for thrust as we pant into each other’s mouths.

“I’m done hearing you apologize, Nicolas. You know I want you. You knew it last night.” Our bodies grind together and I flex my fingers around his throat, pushing his head to the side so I can lick up his jaw, nipping at his ear. “And I sure as hell felt your want today when you stared at Pepper like you wanted her to burst into flames for trying to kiss me.”

He tries to answer, but my hand squeezes tighter around his throat, silencing his reply but causing his cock to twitch against mine as his eyes roll back in pleasure.

“I propose we stop denying whatever the hell this is and just roll with it. You want me, and I sure as fuck want you. Let’s leave everything else out of it and let me make you feel like a fucking god.” I offer as his eyes widen and he nods as much as he can while still pinned to the wall. My free hand lowers to unbuckle his suit pants, pulling them and his boxers down his thighs enough so his dick can spring free.

Damn, I knew he was packing, but two of my hands would have a hard time covering his length. The feel of his silky thickness against my calloused hand as I run up and down has me wanting to press bruising kisses to his lips.

Nick gasps into my waiting mouth as my hand continues to pump. My thumb pausing to swipe the precum from his tip.

After rubbing it in circles over the slit, I bring my thumb to my mouth, swiping my tongue across the pad. My eyes fall shut at the salty taste on my tongue and I moan. When I open my eyes, the blue of his eyes are nearly gone, pupils blown wide, glued to the movement.

I release the pressure on his neck and he gasps for air, sucking in gulps as my hand continues to move back and forth against his length. He can’t stop his hips from pumping into my hand as he pants with need, thrusting, leaning forward, trying to claim my lips.

“Kris,” He hisses as his head falls back against the wall, “I’m coming.”

Releasing my grip on him, I drop to my knees. Taking a second to admire his impressive cock this close to my face, I grin up at him, winking, as his eyes widen in shock before covering his dick with my mouth and slamming it straight to the back of my throat.

Gripping my hair, he cries my name as he continues grinding into me. My hands grip onto his ass, the muscles clenching in my hands as he spills warm, salty cum deep into my throat and I groan around him.

Fuck, I have never been so turned on.

A knock at the door startles us, my mouth popping off as Nick fumbles for his suit pants. I stand, shoving him back against the wall, my body flush with his, my aching cock pressing against his stomach. His wide eyes shift between me and the door, panic covering his face.

He pauses when I open my mouth, showing him the cum covering my tongue, his mouth gapes before he swallows and licks his lips.

Good boy.

With his attention pinned on me, I slowly run my hand up the side of his face, fingers raking through the base of his hair, loving the way he mewls at my touch and crush our lips back together for one last claiming kiss.

Our tongues swirl, a mixture of saliva and cum coating us both. Together, we groan and ignore the persistent knocking at his door.

Releasing him from the kiss, our foreheads rest together as we both pant in each other’s arms.

I let him go when Klaus’ voice booms through the door, “Nick?”

Stepping back, I pick up my bag from where I dropped it, throwing it over my shoulder before pulling the cigarette pack out of my pocket. After I place it in my mouth, I adjust my cock in my overalls so it isn’t obvious to everyone outside how fucking hard I am.

Though if I was honest, I wasn’t one hundred percent sure if I cared anymore.

Placing my hand on the door, I took one last look back at Nick as he leans against the wall, still trying to catch his breath. I soak in his just fucked appearance, the rosy tint covering his cheeks and the tip of his nose, his rumpled suit and hair.

“If you want more, you know where to find me.”

Flicking the lock with one hand, I wink before swinging the door wide.

“Should be alright now, Nick,” I say over my shoulder, looking at Klaus standing in the doorway, brow furrowed as he looks between us. I revel in the taste of his son, still on the forefront of my taste buds.

“What’s up Klaus?” I ask, cigarette bouncing in between my lips. “Catch you later Nick.”