Fair was fair, and maybe this way King wouldn’t come back around and seek him out one day make things even? Nick rationalised it that way, and then sank back into that blissful, freeing state of just actions, no thinking, only conscious of his body and King’s. He was enjoying the pull of King’s hands in his hair a little too much as his head bobbed up and down to register it for the warning it was – so the last sudden thrust caught Nick almost by surprise, and he swallowed without quite meaning to.
Nor had he much meant to sprawl back on the bed next to King once he had disengaged himself. There were certain hazy thoughts in his head about clothes, and disapparating, and maybe another hit of cocaine, but he could not assemble them into any functional order, so instead he just – stayed where he was, basking in contentment. “I just need a minute,” he murmured to King, but if the other man answered him, his voice already came in indistinct. And so instead of leaving after that minute had stretched into two and then ten, Nick fell asleep.
Nor had he much meant to sprawl back on the bed next to King once he had disengaged himself. There were certain hazy thoughts in his head about clothes, and disapparating, and maybe another hit of cocaine, but he could not assemble them into any functional order, so instead he just – stayed where he was, basking in contentment. “I just need a minute,” he murmured to King, but if the other man answered him, his voice already came in indistinct. And so instead of leaving after that minute had stretched into two and then ten, Nick fell asleep.
