Is Yet Slash Yaoi Original Fiction Novel Story

Epi lifted away a little, moving back in the darkness to be able to see the face below his own. He wanted to look to see if he should stop or maybe to put some space between them to see if he wanted to stop. He didn’t make it far enough back to be able to gain any perspective. Nick’s hand, strong and roughed slightly from work, slipped along his neck with such tenderness that Epi shivered from the touch. Nick’s head arched up from the pillow, his lips parted and seeking. Epi let the other man hold him steady and let him rise up to claim another darkness hidden stolen kiss.

Nothing in Epi wanted to stop. Before the accident, he would have been slithering out of his clothing, pulling at Nick’s clothing, desperately hungry for a chance to press his naked flesh to Nick’s exposed body. Even still being involved with Timothy might not have stopped him, the desire was so strong and unstoppable. It had been years since Timothy’s kiss could instantly drive him half mad with desire. Nick’s kiss caught him as unprepared and unaware as an inexperienced virgin, swept away by longing and lust that should have only existed in books and movies.

“Mmm…” Epi sighed against Nick’s mouth. He didn’t need to be coaxed back down, and he followed as Nick lowered his head back down onto the pillow. Nick’s hand slipped from his neck back to hover just touching his hair. Whatever debate Nick was having with his desire and self control, self control failed because the hand quickly swept up and tangled into Epi’s hair.

Epi didn’t have a hair fetish, he wore it longer than most men but generally shorter than it currently was and didn’t think twice about it. When he had a headache, when things had been good, Timothy would let him lay his head on his lap and he’d stroke his hair until the painkillers kicked in. He’d never considered hair abstractly, or his hair in particular, as anything erotic--but as Nick’s fingers danced along his scalp it set long neglected nerves to tingling.

Nick’s other hand found the hem of Epi’s shirt and soon that hand was touching skin. It made Epi gasp into the kiss he’d just finally been able to gain some control over. Every touch set trails of fire into Epi’s body that glowed with pleasure instead of his more normal sensations of pain. A simple glide of Nick’s palm over the curve of Epi’s ribs was enough to remind him that his body wasn’t just something miserable to be endured but that some measure of delight remained. All he wanted was to forget everything and just give in to the sensation.

Epi’s reality wasn’t so easily forgotten. Without the sheltering cover of clothing his body was scrawny and scarred, withered away to nothing anyone could find attractive. He wasn’t the one people looked twice at when he’d been at his best but now, broken and missing a leg, he was several pegs lower on the desirability scale. He couldn’t bare for Nick to really notice how ugly he was and have the moment ruined, so Epi crushed the desire to strip away clothing.

“Nick…” He whispered between kisses but the tone of warning he wanted was ignored. Epi pulled at the hand under his shirt trying to remove it, but all he managed to do was pull it forward so now it was gliding up his ribs. The touch made Epi gasp in a tremor of lust as skin made newly virgin by injury, illness and neglect suddenly sprung to life again.

Nick’s fingers drifted higher. Up closer to nipples Epi had always been indifferent about having touched, closer to collarbones he quivered to have touched, but the fingertips didn’t make it that far. Epi’s breath caught when the gentle fingertips crossed scars that he was shy about showing, scars from where bones had broken his skin, scars from where surgeons had put him back together like a jigsaw puzzle missing a few pieces.

“No.” He muttered into Nick’s mouth and pulled the questing hand out from under his shirt.

“Oh…Epi…” Nick sighed in protest as his hand was removed from skin.

Epi’s breath was moving faster but this time it was from almost being caught. Nick almost noticed and if he had that would have ruined the moment. Some unspoken, honest part of Epi knew he couldn’t stand to have someone openly reject him for his ugliness. He knew what he’d become, he didn’t think he could stand to see that reflected in a lover’s eyes or voice or reaction.

It would have crushed him if Nick had noticed the raised scars, because he desperately needed the moment he was stealing from the night. He could blame it on stress and his family or being half asleep or anything else that came to mind when the sun rose and reality returned but for right at the moment he needed what Nick was offering. He caught Nick’s hand meaning to guide it safely away from his flawed body. Nick curled his fingers around Epi’s and pulled him closer, pulled him to half laying across Nick’s chest.

Epi squirmed and his hand recoiled from the surprisingly intimate contact of Nick’s fingers entwined with his own. He felt Nick’s kiss stutter in confusion below his mouth and didn’t want to stop to explain. He quickly gathered Nick’s hand up and guided it to rest along the small of his back safely over his clothing. As Nick’s fingers splayed out and tried again to pull him close, Epi wiggled a bit and half slid from where he was resting against Nick’s body.

All he wanted to do was retreat far enough away that they weren’t so tightly pressed together. Nick didn’t seem to agree with his plan, he moaned a protest and the hand on the small of Epi’s back clenched into the fabric of his shirt. Epi managed to escape just enough that he was half laying on his side. It forced him to lean up on an elbow to keep kissing Nick, but moved his aching length safely away from Nick’s own anatomy. He’d been dangerously close to grinding hard into the stronger man and it was an easy step to sex from dry humping.

Epi wasn’t ready to be nude with another man, even in the dark, there was no way he was ready to even think about sex. Besides, what would happen? Was Nick a top or bottom? Epi wasn’t overly fussy but had tended to top with Timothy. He figured Nick was a top but from how he was letting Epi hover over him and move his hands to where Epi wanted them, he was starting to wonder. Either thought was some distant dirty fantasy in Epi’s mind, Nick below him, writhing, begging for it harder or Nick over him, parting him, taking him, filling him.

The fantasy scared the hell out of him and turned him on more than he’d ever been. Before he knew what he was doing he was hovering over Nick more, half pinning him down with the arm he was propped on. His mouth attacked Nick’s, taking control of the teasing contact, taking it deeper. This time when Nick pulled at him to move him closer, Epi let himself be drawn back in. He let his aching cock press hard into the side of Nick’s hip and it felt indecently good.

That simple contact of having another warm, wanting body to press against mingled with the teasing give and take of their kiss almost pushed Epi beyond his control. He’d only known the cold, solitary comforts of his own hand for too long. Worse, recently he’d been approaching masturbation as a chore, something to get done and get out of the way to allow him a clear head to focus on other things. Some part of his mind had completely surrendered the notion of pleasure and delight away as no longer belonging to him. Nick moaning against his mouth, his hand grasping at him to draw him closer, with such simple actions revived things Epi had thought lost forever.

Before he knew what he was doing, his free hand had disappeared under Nick’s shirt. It was stubborn and silly to deny Nick the right to touch his bare skin while expecting the man to accept a one sided molestation, but Epi wasn’t able to think clearly. He needed to touch, needed to know what Nick’s skin would feel like under his hand. Since Nick moaned a happy, pleased sound and not a protest, Epi wasn’t going to stop simply because it was one sided.

Nick’s stomach was hard and flat. His skin felt flushed and too warm, fevered, and it made Epi feel heady and drunk to think he was the cause of that. His index finger found and circled the divot of Nick’s belly button and it made Nick buck a little at the soft, ticklish teasing touch. Epi was surprised that the stoic Nick was ticklish and he had a flashed moment of twitching his fingers over Nick’s ribs and making him writhe and beg for mercy, of reducing him to giggled helplessness. Before Epi could attack, his fingers found a soft rustle of hair. The line was thin, sparse but there, and his fingers traced it a little to extend upwards and downwards.

Epi indulged his need to touch enough to follow that slender line up and was pleased to find a sparse patch of soft chest hair. Nick wasn’t hairy but neither was he hairless. He spread his hand wide and the patch of hair wasn’t even as wide as his palm. Enough to scream male, vital, alive, delicious male and the feel made Epi rub himself hard against Nick’s hip.

It must have been a pleasant sensation all the way around. Nick moaned sharply as Epi ground into him. Epi tried to regain his senses enough to pull his hips back a little but found Nick wasn’t willing to surrender totally. The hand on Epi’s back instantly retreated downward, over what little curve Epi had to his ass to find a tighter grip than he’d had on Epi’s shirt. Nick’s hand tightened and forcefully pulled Epi’s erection back, tightly, against Nick’s side.

“God…” Epi groaned. “Oh…please…God…” He was going to come, just from that little contact, he was going to come and he didn’t have the will or desire to fight it. If he was going to fall off that cliff, cross that line with Nick, the other man was going to go with him.

His hand twitched on Nick’s chest and wanted to explore but there was no time. They shouldn’t be cuddling or toying with foreplay. It was just a stolen moment in the darkness, a fragment of weakened will power and loneliness from the holidays. Cuddling, tenderness and foreplay were for lovers and Nick didn’t have lovers, he had fuck buddies. That was what Epi needed right at that moment so he crushed his disappointment at not being able to savor Nick’s admittedly delicious body and drew his hand downward.

Down his fingers teased, down along that nearly invisible line, around the small circle at the center of Nick’s body, down further. He found elastic and cotton and knew he should stop. It was a very real barrier warning Epi to not go further and normally he would have listened. Only this time he could feel the heat rolling off of Nick’s body and that tiny line was an invitation. He let his hand dip under Nick’s waistband.

Nick gasped so loudly it sounded like the man had half choked on his breath. The hand that had been streaming through Epi’s hair, down to caress the side of his face and neck and back up again to tangle in dark strands darted upward and fisted in Epi’s hair. It wasn’t quite painful but it was an erotic underscore to Nick’s shocked desire the moment Epi curled his fingers around Nick’s cock.

“Epi…oh…ohhhh please….please….” Nick whispered into the darkness and the sound alone made Epi’s cock weep with want.

He stroked Nick with single minded need. For those few moments with his hand hidden inside Nick’s pants, Epi forgot what he’d become and felt almost normal again. Nick was perfect to his touch, hot, hard, trembling. He was well endowed without being short changed or freakishly large and Epi wasn’t surprised to find a confident amount of length to Nick’s cock. His hand molded to the fevered flesh as if he’d spent years waking the man from midnight nightmares to chase away dark thoughts with a light touch. They fit and it was so perfect Epi forgot to kiss the gasping mouth panting below his own.

The hand on his ass kept silently encouraging him to press himself harder into Nick’s hip. If Epi had twitched a little bit higher, gave even the slightest hint that he might be willing to again press his length into Nick’s own, he had no doubt the stronger man would have him again nearly draped over him. For a moment Epi had a vision of stroking both cocks with the same hand, them pressed tightly together, coming together, but that would be too much. What he had was enough, maybe too much, and he continued to grind roughly against Nick while he stroked the man with a more urgent touch.

“E…Epi…I…I…can’t…going to…” Nick panted out in warning and it surprised Epi that he’d offer even those few stuttered words. Nick didn’t seem like the sort to be willing to stop when so close and he wondered if Epi wasn’t ready to take them so far if Nick really would forgive him for stopping so abruptly.

		Is Yet Chapter Twenty Nine
		Epi lifted away a little, moving back in the darkness to be able to see the face below his own. He wanted to look to see if he should stop or maybe to put some space between them to see if he wanted to stop. He didn’t make it far enough back to be able to gain any perspective. Nick’s hand, strong and roughed slightly from work, slipped along his neck with such tenderness that Epi shivered from the touch. Nick’s head arched up from the pillow, his lips parted and seeking. Epi let the other man hold him steady and let him rise up to claim another darkness hidden stolen kiss. Nothing in Epi wanted to stop. Before the accident, he would have been slithering out of his clothing, pulling at Nick’s clothing, desperately hungry for a chance to press his naked flesh to Nick’s exposed body. Even still being involved with Timothy might not have stopped him, the desire was so strong and unstoppable. It had been years since Timothy’s kiss could instantly drive him half mad with desire. Nick’s kiss caught him as unprepared and unaware as an inexperienced virgin, swept away by longing and lust that should have only existed in books and movies. “Mmm…” Epi sighed against Nick’s mouth. He didn’t need to be coaxed back down, and he followed as Nick lowered his head back down onto the pillow. Nick’s hand slipped from his neck back to hover just touching his hair. Whatever debate Nick was having with his desire and self control, self control failed because the hand quickly swept up and tangled into Epi’s hair. Epi didn’t have a hair fetish, he wore it longer than most men but generally shorter than it currently was and didn’t think twice about it. When he had a headache, when things had been good, Timothy would let him lay his head on his lap and he’d stroke his hair until the painkillers kicked in. He’d never considered hair abstractly, or his hair in particular, as anything erotic--but as Nick’s fingers danced along his scalp it set long neglected nerves to tingling. Nick’s other hand found the hem of Epi’s shirt and soon that hand was touching skin. It made Epi gasp into the kiss he’d just finally been able to gain some control over. Every touch set trails of fire into Epi’s body that glowed with pleasure instead of his more normal sensations of pain. A simple glide of Nick’s palm over the curve of Epi’s ribs was enough to remind him that his body wasn’t just something miserable to be endured but that some measure of delight remained. All he wanted was to forget everything and just give in to the sensation. Epi’s reality wasn’t so easily forgotten. Without the sheltering cover of clothing his body was scrawny and scarred, withered away to nothing anyone could find attractive. He wasn’t the one people looked twice at when he’d been at his best but now, broken and missing a leg, he was several pegs lower on the desirability scale. He couldn’t bare for Nick to really notice how ugly he was and have the moment ruined, so Epi crushed the desire to strip away clothing. “Nick…” He whispered between kisses but the tone of warning he wanted was ignored. Epi pulled at the hand under his shirt trying to remove it, but all he managed to do was pull it forward so now it was gliding up his ribs. The touch made Epi gasp in a tremor of lust as skin made newly virgin by injury, illness and neglect suddenly sprung to life again. Nick’s fingers drifted higher. Up closer to nipples Epi had always been indifferent about having touched, closer to collarbones he quivered to have touched, but the fingertips didn’t make it that far. Epi’s breath caught when the gentle fingertips crossed scars that he was shy about showing, scars from where bones had broken his skin, scars from where surgeons had put him back together like a jigsaw puzzle missing a few pieces. “No.” He muttered into Nick’s mouth and pulled the questing hand out from under his shirt. “Oh…Epi…” Nick sighed in protest as his hand was removed from skin. Epi’s breath was moving faster but this time it was from almost being caught. Nick almost noticed and if he had that would have ruined the moment. Some unspoken, honest part of Epi knew he couldn’t stand to have someone openly reject him for his ugliness. He knew what he’d become, he didn’t think he could stand to see that reflected in a lover’s eyes or voice or reaction. It would have crushed him if Nick had noticed the raised scars, because he desperately needed the moment he was stealing from the night. He could blame it on stress and his family or being half asleep or anything else that came to mind when the sun rose and reality returned but for right at the moment he needed what Nick was offering. He caught Nick’s hand meaning to guide it safely away from his flawed body. Nick curled his fingers around Epi’s and pulled him closer, pulled him to half laying across Nick’s chest. Epi squirmed and his hand recoiled from the surprisingly intimate contact of Nick’s fingers entwined with his own. He felt Nick’s kiss stutter in confusion below his mouth and didn’t want to stop to explain. He quickly gathered Nick’s hand up and guided it to rest along the small of his back safely over his clothing. As Nick’s fingers splayed out and tried again to pull him close, Epi wiggled a bit and half slid from where he was resting against Nick’s body. All he wanted to do was retreat far enough away that they weren’t so tightly pressed together. Nick didn’t seem to agree with his plan, he moaned a protest and the hand on the small of Epi’s back clenched into the fabric of his shirt. Epi managed to escape just enough that he was half laying on his side. It forced him to lean up on an elbow to keep kissing Nick, but moved his aching length safely away from Nick’s own anatomy. He’d been dangerously close to grinding hard into the stronger man and it was an easy step to sex from dry humping. Epi wasn’t ready to be nude with another man, even in the dark, there was no way he was ready to even think about sex. Besides, what would happen? Was Nick a top or bottom? Epi wasn’t overly fussy but had tended to top with Timothy. He figured Nick was a top but from how he was letting Epi hover over him and move his hands to where Epi wanted them, he was starting to wonder. Either thought was some distant dirty fantasy in Epi’s mind, Nick below him, writhing, begging for it harder or Nick over him, parting him, taking him, filling him. The fantasy scared the hell out of him and turned him on more than he’d ever been. Before he knew what he was doing he was hovering over Nick more, half pinning him down with the arm he was propped on. His mouth attacked Nick’s, taking control of the teasing contact, taking it deeper. This time when Nick pulled at him to move him closer, Epi let himself be drawn back in. He let his aching cock press hard into the side of Nick’s hip and it felt indecently good. That simple contact of having another warm, wanting body to press against mingled with the teasing give and take of their kiss almost pushed Epi beyond his control. He’d only known the cold, solitary comforts of his own hand for too long. Worse, recently he’d been approaching masturbation as a chore, something to get done and get out of the way to allow him a clear head to focus on other things. Some part of his mind had completely surrendered the notion of pleasure and delight away as no longer belonging to him. Nick moaning against his mouth, his hand grasping at him to draw him closer, with such simple actions revived things Epi had thought lost forever. Before he knew what he was doing, his free hand had disappeared under Nick’s shirt. It was stubborn and silly to deny Nick the right to touch his bare skin while expecting the man to accept a one sided molestation, but Epi wasn’t able to think clearly. He needed to touch, needed to know what Nick’s skin would feel like under his hand. Since Nick moaned a happy, pleased sound and not a protest, Epi wasn’t going to stop simply because it was one sided. Nick’s stomach was hard and flat. His skin felt flushed and too warm, fevered, and it made Epi feel heady and drunk to think he was the cause of that. His index finger found and circled the divot of Nick’s belly button and it made Nick buck a little at the soft, ticklish teasing touch. Epi was surprised that the stoic Nick was ticklish and he had a flashed moment of twitching his fingers over Nick’s ribs and making him writhe and beg for mercy, of reducing him to giggled helplessness. Before Epi could attack, his fingers found a soft rustle of hair. The line was thin, sparse but there, and his fingers traced it a little to extend upwards and downwards. Epi indulged his need to touch enough to follow that slender line up and was pleased to find a sparse patch of soft chest hair. Nick wasn’t hairy but neither was he hairless. He spread his hand wide and the patch of hair wasn’t even as wide as his palm. Enough to scream male, vital, alive, delicious male and the feel made Epi rub himself hard against Nick’s hip. It must have been a pleasant sensation all the way around. Nick moaned sharply as Epi ground into him. Epi tried to regain his senses enough to pull his hips back a little but found Nick wasn’t willing to surrender totally. The hand on Epi’s back instantly retreated downward, over what little curve Epi had to his ass to find a tighter grip than he’d had on Epi’s shirt. Nick’s hand tightened and forcefully pulled Epi’s erection back, tightly, against Nick’s side. “God…” Epi groaned. “Oh…please…God…” He was going to come, just from that little contact, he was going to come and he didn’t have the will or desire to fight it. If he was going to fall off that cliff, cross that line with Nick, the other man was going to go with him. His hand twitched on Nick’s chest and wanted to explore but there was no time. They shouldn’t be cuddling or toying with foreplay. It was just a stolen moment in the darkness, a fragment of weakened will power and loneliness from the holidays. Cuddling, tenderness and foreplay were for lovers and Nick didn’t have lovers, he had fuck buddies. That was what Epi needed right at that moment so he crushed his disappointment at not being able to savor Nick’s admittedly delicious body and drew his hand downward. Down his fingers teased, down along that nearly invisible line, around the small circle at the center of Nick’s body, down further. He found elastic and cotton and knew he should stop. It was a very real barrier warning Epi to not go further and normally he would have listened. Only this time he could feel the heat rolling off of Nick’s body and that tiny line was an invitation. He let his hand dip under Nick’s waistband. Nick gasped so loudly it sounded like the man had half choked on his breath. The hand that had been streaming through Epi’s hair, down to caress the side of his face and neck and back up again to tangle in dark strands darted upward and fisted in Epi’s hair. It wasn’t quite painful but it was an erotic underscore to Nick’s shocked desire the moment Epi curled his fingers around Nick’s cock. “Epi…oh…ohhhh please….please….” Nick whispered into the darkness and the sound alone made Epi’s cock weep with want. He stroked Nick with single minded need. For those few moments with his hand hidden inside Nick’s pants, Epi forgot what he’d become and felt almost normal again. Nick was perfect to his touch, hot, hard, trembling. He was well endowed without being short changed or freakishly large and Epi wasn’t surprised to find a confident amount of length to Nick’s cock. His hand molded to the fevered flesh as if he’d spent years waking the man from midnight nightmares to chase away dark thoughts with a light touch. They fit and it was so perfect Epi forgot to kiss the gasping mouth panting below his own. The hand on his ass kept silently encouraging him to press himself harder into Nick’s hip. If Epi had twitched a little bit higher, gave even the slightest hint that he might be willing to again press his length into Nick’s own, he had no doubt the stronger man would have him again nearly draped over him. For a moment Epi had a vision of stroking both cocks with the same hand, them pressed tightly together, coming together, but that would be too much. What he had was enough, maybe too much, and he continued to grind roughly against Nick while he stroked the man with a more urgent touch. “E…Epi…I…I…can’t…going to…” Nick panted out in warning and it surprised Epi that he’d offer even those few stuttered words. Nick didn’t seem like the sort to be willing to stop when so close and he wondered if Epi wasn’t ready to take them so far if Nick really would forgive him for stopping so abruptly.
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