A/N: Sorry this took so long guys. It took me a while and I feel like it’s a bit rushed, but hey… what the hell, here goes… Oh and the character 'Manny' is borrowed from Esquirella's 'Life can be a bitch, can't it?'. So yea... check that out.

Chapter Ten

“It’s cool that you and Derek are hanging out and stuff, Manny! See? You’re a lot braver than you think. I would never date one of my bullies.” Nicholas said into the phone, he hadn’t talked to his closest cousin in weeks. This had really taken a toll on his to say the least, Manny was more like him than anyone and the only one, he felt, that could relate to and understand. And hearing that the older male was having so much luck in his love life kind of gave Nicholas a little more hope for his.

“I’m not dating him!” Manny burst out, embarrassment in his voice. “We just… hang out.”

“Whatever. Does he know that you’re not dating?”

“He doesn’t like me like that, Nicholas,” his tone was so wistful that Nicholas felt himself actually wishing the guy lived a little closer so he could hug and comfort him for once. “But what about you and the tattoo artist? You guys have been actively dating for what? Over a month now?”

He blushed at the reminder, “Yea, it still feels so awkward, though. I mean he is a great guy and I am so totally attracted to him…”

“But,” the older male prodded knowing that there was more to the story.

“But all we can do is kiss and I think it’s frustrating him. I know I should let him do more and really I want him to do more. It’s just that every time I feel his hand creep under my shirt or down my pants, I panic. It’s like I’m scared that once he sees just how big I am he’ll treat me like the fat fuck I am and not want to be with me anymore.” His face burned from admitting it, but the need to tell someone was overpowering and just then he needed some comfort from someone who could really understand and not just try to.

Manny shook his head and adjusted the phone, hating the fact that he thought something similar whenever he decided to like someone. “Cuz, I sincerely doubt he is going to not want you just because he feels you up and you’re a little more rounded than some guys. From what I gather this is what he likes. I doubt he’s going to have a sudden fit of conscience and switch his opinion just because it’s you he’s touching.”

“You have no idea how many times I have told myself that.”

“Well repeat it a few more times. Maybe it’ll stick.” Both chuckled at that and allowed their conversation to change directions and went on to discuss little more than school and family.

“I sense sexual tension,” Jessie said in a sing-song voice as he passed a very prickly Canvas.

“I feel the need to say ‘mind your own damn business’,” the blond returned in the same ridiculous tone before breaking down. “What would you do?”

“What would I do?” Jessie repeated with a raised brow, “Well, normally the only way to get rid of a case of sexual tension would be to have some sex.”

“You know what I meant, asshole. Besides, he won’t let me touch him. I mean, we can make out all day long and I can –clearly- see that he enjoys it just as much as I do but the second I go to even feel him up he stops everything.”

“Maybe he’s shy-”

“Maybe he’s insecure and scared,” came Alex’s soft voice, leaving a stunned Canvas and Jessie in his wake. This having been the first time the guy had ever said something of that nature.

“Okay, this had gone on long enough. What the hell is wrong with you?” Jessie asked, genuine concern in his gaze.

“Nothing, I’m just offering my opinion on Canvas’ hefty little hunk,” he said, sidestepping Jessie’s inquiries.

“Well don’t, it’s weird.”

“Whatever.” Alex wished he had never opened his mouth and thanked whatever higher power there was that Nicholas chose that moment to walk in.

Canvas immediately rose and met his little virgin boyfriend halfway, giving him a soft peck on the lips. “Hey, baby, what are you doing here so early in the day?”

“I just wanted to drop by and see if you wanted to have some lunch.”

“Sure, I haven’t had my brake yet.” Moving over to the closet he grabbed his jacket before giving a curt wave to his co-workers and making his way outside. “Where are we off to?”

Nicholas took a deep breath, his mind had been so made up when he had entered the tattoo shop but now that his sex-God of a boyfriend was before him, he wasn’t so sure. He wants me, he thought before answering. “I-I was thinking m-maybe we could go to my -uhm- house.”

Canvas raised a brow at the stuttered words before inclining his head and gesturing to his car. Opening the passenger door for Nicholas he hurried around to the driver’s seat feeling a giddy hope that he would have a special reason not to return to work today. Sliding in the driver’s seat he looked over to see the faint blush that stole over the boy’s cheeks before smiling and biting his lip as he pulled off and hurriedly made his way to ‘Las’ home.

Nicholas thought that was the shortest ride of his life, Canvas had apparently guessed what he had in mind and was more than eager to get to it. The brunette just wished he was as enthusiastic. Oh, no- it wasn’t that he didn’t want to, it was just that today he would find out just how into him, sexually at least, Canvas was. And he sure didn’t want to lose the guy after he had just accepted having him. But the only way he found to convince himself to go though with this was to learn once and for all if there was any future here, to see if they could really be together… God, he was scared.

The blond parked in the empty driveway and, maybe a little too quickly, got out of the car and waited for Nicholas at the front. Grabbing the younger man’s hand, he waited for him to lead and returned the pretty smile his bashful boyfriend had thrown his way. He was pulled through the vacant house and up the stairs to his bedroom that Canvas could remember seeing only once before. Sitting on the end of the bed, he awaited the boy’s next move.

Nicholas gazed at him, his breath coming a little more quickly with the intruding thoughts of what might take place on his bed in the next few moments. He pushed away the more prominent thoughts to run or change the topic and instead kicked off his shoes and moved forward to push his boyfriend back upon his bed only to slowly move to straddle the beautiful golden man. Bracing himself on his forearms, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to Canvas’ in a soft, bittersweet kiss that was hesitant but undeniably pleasant.

And then, he made an offer that the artist had prayed for, “Y-you lead.”

Pretty white teeth flashed before Canvas made an impressive show of strength by lifting himself and the boy atop him upright and up before tossing Nicholas farther into the bed. Standing at the end, he kicked his own shoes off and slowly pulled every piece of clothing he had slowly, erotically off in such a manner that the brunette was straining and his boyfriend could tell.

The tattoo artist’s body was much like his hair a dusky gold and styled to perfection with beautiful artwork and chiseled, solid muscled that begged you to reach out and touch. His left nipple was pierced through with a silver barbell as was his bellybutton, the barbell going sideways though the indention, piercing through both sides to make a small bridge. Nicholas thought that was the sexiest piercing he had ever seen, and Canvas was the sexiest man he had ever seen – and then the man dropped his boxers.

“Oh. My. God,” he breathed, his mouth dropping open at the sight. The man was definitely a damn good size there too. And his thighs were in perfect proportion and coloration with the rest of his body. “You must tan nude or something,” he muttered, only to gasp at the realization of what he had just said.

Canvas laughed and moved forward to kneel on the end of the bed, “Baby, if my sun tan is the only thing you’re looking at, we may have a serious problem.”

“No,” he gasped, “it’s not – only I didn’t… I mean.”

“I was only teasing, baby,” he muttered with a smiled before leaning forward to kiss the boy softly before deepening it into the kind that has Nicholas breathing hard and panting for air. “You had better learn to breathe through your nose, ‘Las, because after this I’m not going to stop for a long while.”

Having said that he took only the time to remove the boy’s shirt before pushing his back upon the bed, his mouth reclaiming Nicholas’ as his hands roamed his heavy abdomen. Nicholas could feel the weight of the older man’s erection against his thigh and felt a giddy thrill shoot up his thigh. Canvas still wanted him! In fact it seemed the more Canvas saw of his hefty body the more shallow his breath got and the heavier his erection got.

After a few more minutes of kissing, he felt that warm mouth slide down his cheek and neck to his chest. The blonde suckled his nipple hard and long and repeated the action on the next before trailing his mouthy down his somewhat jiggly belly to suck in the skin at the bottom of his belly button. The man’s large hands made quick word of his pants and he moved away only long enough to pull them all the way off and out of the way.

“I’m sorry I’m moving so quickly, baby, but I am so hard right now. If I don’t have you soon I’m gonna fucking blow,” he murmured and Nicholas never thought such crude words would turn him on but God they did. Canvas was super-hard and he was that hard for him!

Starting at Nicholas’ knee, he licked up his inner thigh and, lifting his straining cock up, he tongued his balls, his hot mouth slicking them up with what ‘Las could only describe as liquid fire. He suckled into his mouth each ball as he slowly jacked the boy beneath him. He relished each gasp and groan that came from his shy boyfriend and didn’t resist when the boy jutted his hips out, obviously wanting attention elsewhere. He downed the boys cock down his throat in one smooth motion, his throat muscles relaxing like a pro as he held him there, within him and hummed lowly.

“Fuck, Canvas!” Nicholas squealed, trying unsuccessfully to control his jutting hips.

Canvas didn’t bother trying to stop him and instead helped Nicholas fuck his cock in and out of his throat, but quickly pulled away when he felt the boy stiffen. “I’m going to make love to you now, baby, I’ll try to go slow,” his words were as rushed as his movements. Quickly he turned the brunette over but found himself freezing and throbbing even harder at the two fleshy, but firm mounds that greeted him. “Your ass could start wars,” he muttered and bend down to place a wet kiss on each kiss, silently promising to dote a hell of a lot more attention to it next time around.

Nicholas blushed and smiled into his pillow as he waited for the blonde to prepare himself. He knew what was coming and was somehow still surprised when the man slowly inched two fingers up inside him. “God, ‘Las, your so tight for me, baby,” he heard and moaned as his own cock twitched at the words. After a moment another finger was added and did wondered as the man’s long fingered hand hit that special button inside of him.

“Holy fuck!” he screamed into his pillow, gripping it like a lifeline.

“You said it, sexy boy,” Canvas said, his voice raspy with desire. “Now just relax when you feel the pressure okay. It’s going to hurt but if you just chill out a bit, it won’t hurt as much.”

Nicholas tried, he really did, but there was no way to relax when something that size was being pressed into you. He didn’t really understand why guys bothered to tell other guys that. He couldn’t help but whimper when the condom-covered head of Canvas’ erection slipped inside him but he warmed with love when the man immediately stopped.

“Baby, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want,” Canvas said, but he could hear the strain in the man’s voice as he said it and couldn’t find it in him to deny the man. Besides, he had to get this out of the way sooner or later, right?

“I want it, just do it quickly so I can get used to it,” and he did and Nicholas groaned in pain but was quickly enveloped awkwardly in his boyfriend’s strong arms as Canvas rained kisses all across his back. A few minutes later the pain subsided to a low sting and he experimentally rolled his hips.

Both men groaned loudly at the feel and when Nicholas didn’t stop, Canvas took it as a hint and slowly started an age-old rhythm that had both men panting and the younger man pleading. The blonde did not disappoint and met every single plead or demand. Nicholas, already previously stimulated, came first and hard, wetting his stomach and bed in his essence.

“That is so fucking hot,” Canvas moaned, increasing his pace, “I didn’t even have to touch your cock and you blew for me, baby. Just from me fucking you.”

Nicholas moaned in agreement and rose his ass up and back to meet Canvas’ thrusts. “You’re a natural, ‘Las,” he panted out before stiffening and coming harder than he could ever remember doing so before.

Pulling out he cleaned himself up and helped a deliciously naked, if terribly sore, Nicholas change the spread before slipping under it and holding tightly the boy that he had just claimed as his.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Canvas groaned, the damn noise wouldn’t stop. He had tried ignoring it and he could tell from ‘Las’ shifting that it was about to wake him up as well. Giving up his comfortable position he crawled to the end of the bed and grabbed hold of his cell phone in his pants pocket. “Hello?” he grouched into the phone.

“You had better have a damn good reason, Canvas,” Jessie’s annoyed tone shot back at him.

The blonde smiled and moved to lay back upright beside his lover, “I believe it was you who told me that the best way to get rid of sexual tension is-”

“To have sex? You?” Jessie sounded impressed, “You finally got him to come around?”

“Me? He seduced me-” he started, before a slap on his shoulder shocked him into laughter.

“Who the hell are you talking to?” Nicholas asked, mortified, “Don’t tell anyone about that!”

“It’s just Jessie, baby.”

The brunette gasped before covering his face with his hands, “I’m never going near your friends again.”

Jessie and Canvas laughed.

“Alright blondie, I’ll accept your ‘sex-cuse’ this time, but trust and believe- you owe me big time.”

Canvas just laughed before hanging up and returning to once more snuggle a now crimson Nicholas.