Drive me Wild, Rival(BL)

Alaric

​"That man shouldn’t have died!" I threw my hands in the air, shifting my weight against the soft cushions as the movie Nico had set up for us finally cut to its end credits.

The pale white glow of the TV screen lit up the dark living room, casting soft shadows across the walls.

​Nico was lying down on the couch, resting his head directly on my lap. We had a heavy wool blanket pulled all the way up to our chests, keeping us warm against the cool night air.

When I yelled, Nico didn’t even flinch. He just tilted his head back to look up at me from my thighs, an amused, stubborn smirk settling onto his face.

​"Are you serious right now, Alaric?" Nico argued, resting his chin against my leg. "The man was completely used and discarded by the world! They killed his lover, they murdered his child, and then they expected him to just sit there and take it? Honestly, he deserved to do so much worse to every single one of them."

​"He was a threat, Nico!" I countered immediately, leaning down slightly as I jabbed a finger toward the television screen. "His lover and child had to die for the world to actually stay aligned. They were volatile! They were a danger to the stability of everything around them. It was a necessary sacrifice for the greater good."

​"A danger?" Nico scoffed loudly, rolling his eyes as he reached up to adjust the blanket over his shoulders. "They were minding their own business! The system destroyed his entire life, and when he fought back to burn it all down, you’re sitting here telling me he was the villain? If anyone treated the people I care about like that, I wouldn’t just burn down a city—I’d tear the entire world apart piece by piece."

​I stared down at him, my brow furrowing as I took in the dark, fierce intensity in his eyes. He wasn’t even joking anymore; he meant every single word.

​"So..." I began carefully, my voice dropping a notch as I looked into his dark eyes. "If you were in that exact same situation... Would you do the same thing? You’d become a monster?"

​"Worse," Nico stated without a single second of hesitation, his tone cold and absolute. "I would do far worse."

​"You are completely unhinged!" I yelled, letting out an exasperated laugh as I shoved his shoulder. "That is terrible logic! You can’t just destroy everything because of personal grief—"

​Before I could finish my sentence, Nico moved like a striking predator.

​In one swift, effortless motion, he threw the heavy wool blanket off us, sat up, and lunged forward. He flipped me over onto my back against the couch cushions, pinning my wrists on either side of my head before I could even react.

​"Unhinged, am I?" Nico purred, a dangerous, mischievous glint taking over his dark eyes.

​Before I could process his grip, his hands flew down to my ribs, and his fingers began digging mercilessly into my sides.

​"Nico—no! Stop!" I burst into a fit of breathless, loud laughter, squirming violently beneath him as he tickled me without mercy.

I tried to twist away, my legs kicking out against the cushions, but he used his body weight to keep me completely trapped beneath him. "Nico, I swear to God—stop it!"

​"Admit he was right!" Nico laughed, his fingers digging deeper into my sensitive waist, his dark hair falling wildly over his forehead. "Admit you’d burn the world down for me, Alaric!"

​"Never!" I gasped out, my stomach aching from laughing so hard, my face completely flushed as I tried to wriggle out of his hold. "You’re... you’re a menace!"

​"Say it!" he demanded, leaning down until his nose brushed against mine, his fingers continuing their ruthless assault on my ribs.

​I writhed under him, kicking my legs until my thigh accidentally brushed hard against his hip. I let out one last breathless gasp, trying to shift my hips to push him off—and that was when Nico froze.

​His hand slid down from my waist, moving slowly across the front of my trousers until his palm flattened directly over the front of my pants.

​The room went dead silent, save for the sound of my heavy, rapid breathing.

​Nico stopped tickling me entirely. His hand lingered over the prominent, throbbing heat bulging against the fabric of my trousers, his fingers testing the hardness beneath his palm.

A slow, wicked grin spread across his face, his dark eyes darkening with immediate, heavy desire.

​"Oh, wow," Nico murmured softly, his voice dropping into a low, raspy hum that sent a shiver straight down my spine. "You are so hard."

​My breath hitched in my throat, my face burning with a completely different kind of heat now. "Nico..."

​"Well, we can’t just leave you suffering like this, can we?" Nico teased softly, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. "Let me help you soften it up a bit, princess."

​Before I could even form a response, Nico shifted down my body, resting on his knees between my parted thighs. His hands worked with practiced, eager speed, his fingers instantly catching the buckle of my belt.

The metal clicked open in the quiet room, echoing loudly alongside the soft hum of the television. He unzipped my trousers, his eyes locked on mine the entire time, watching the way my chest heaved with shallow, desperate breaths.

​He didn’t hesitate.

Nico hooked his fingers into the waistband of my trousers and underwear, pulling them down in one smooth motion, freeing my aching, rigid shaft into the cool night air.

​I let out a low, shaky groan, my head falling back against the couch armrest as the cool air hit my hot skin.

​Nico leaned down, his warm breath hovering just inches away from the sensitive tip.

He let out a soft, amused chuckle, his dark eyes gleaming in the dim light before he opened his mouth and slid his warm, wet tongue all the way up the length of my shaft, gathering the sweet bead of pre-cum at the tip.

​"Ah... Nico," I gasped out, my hands flying up to grip the fabric of the couch cushions, my knuckles turning stark white.

​He didn’t make me wait.

Nico wrapped his lips tightly around the head of my cock and swallowed me down, taking me deep into the heat of his throat in one smooth, confident slide.

​A loud, wet, sliding sound filled the quiet living room as he began to bob his head back and forth, setting a deep, punishing rhythm. The contrast between the cool room and the scalding, wet velvet of his mouth was enough to make my hips lift off the cushions instinctively.

​Slurp. Squelch.

​Nico hummed against my shaft, the vibrations of his chest traveling straight through my core and making my toes curl.

While his mouth worked relentlessly over my length, sucking hard on the upstroke and taking me deep on the down, his free hand began to wander up my torso. His fingers traced the rigid line of my abs, sliding beneath the hem of my shirt until his touch found my chest.

​His thumb and forefinger pinched my right nipple through the thin fabric, rolling and teasing the hard peak mercilessly.

​"Fuck..." I groaned aloud, my hips rolling up into his mouth without my permission.

The intense combination of his tight throat and his fingers pinching my chest was driving me straight over the edge.

​Nico only sucked harder, his cheeks hollowing out as he created a fierce, tight vacuum around my tip. The wet, rhythmic sounds of his mouth working over me echoes loudly off the living room walls—a dirty, intimate soundtrack to the quiet night.

He dragged his tongue along the sensitive underside of my shaft every time he pulled back, only to plunge right back down to the base, making me burn from the inside out.

​He continued sucking me hard for what felt like an eternity, his hand never stopping its teasing pinch on my chest, until my breathing turned completely wild and ragged.

​Just as I felt the deep, dangerous coil of an orgasm beginning to tighten in the pit of my stomach, Nico suddenly pulled off with a loud, wet pop.

​"Nico, wait—" I panted, my voice completely wrecked, my eyes fluttering open in confusion.

​Nico just chuckled softly, a strand of his dark hair sticking to his forehead, his lips slick and swollen. He pushed himself up, crawling right back up my body until he was hovering directly over my face.

Without giving me a single second to recover, he leaned down and captured my mouth in a deep, filthy kiss.

​I instantly tasted myself on his tongue—the salty, sweet tang of my own pre-cum mingling with the heat of his mouth as he slid his tongue deeply against mine.

I let out a muffled groan into the kiss, my arms coming up to wrap tightly around his neck, pulling him down flush against me.

​Nico pulled back just an inch, his dark eyes glowing with pure hunger as he stared down at my flushed face and swollen lips.

​"This couch doesn’t feel good," Nico whispered raspy against my lips, his hand sliding down to grip my hip tightly. "Let’s take this to the bedroom."

​"Nico, I can walk—" I started to say, reaching down to pull my trousers up.

​Before I could even finish the sentence, Nico moved. He slipped one strong arm under my knees and the other securely behind my upper back, and in one fluid, effortless motion, he hoisted me up into his arms, lifting me off the couch as if I weighed absolutely nothing.

​I let out a soft gasp of surprise, my hands instinctively wrapping around his neck to anchor myself.

​"You’re not walking anywhere," Nico murmured softly, a dark smile playing on his lips as he carried me smoothly out of the living room.

​As he walked us down the dimly lit hallway toward the master bedroom, I leaned up and pressed my mouth back onto his.

We continued kissing the entire way.