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Young Man at the Wedding -- Part 7
I stood on the balcony, looking down at the dance floor. Danielle had done an amazing job with the event taking place downstairs. A live band played at one end, and the floor was already crowded with guests. I had retreated up here, not wanting to face my own consequences. Since we had fucked by the pool, I couldn't stop thinking about Nicholas. I knew that I should, that it was wrong, but something about him pulled me in - repeatedly. I watched him now, dancing with Kelly, his slim frame swaying to the music. The mood in the villa had changed the last few days, as we were all waiting for something to happen. Luckily, Danielle had been too engrossed with planning this event to notice.
"Dad," a voice called from behind me.
I turned to see Thomas, wearing a crisp white shirt and chinos.
"You're supposed to be mingling," he said, a slight scolding in his tone.
I leaned against the balcony railing, my eyes drifting back to Nicholas. Thomas followed my gaze. His body tensed slightly.
"The view from up here is pretty good," I replied.
He did not comment on my obvious change of subject. Instead, he stepped up beside me, his gaze lingering on Nicholas before turning to me.
"Mom's been looking for you. She wants you to greet some guests."
His voice was casual, but I sensed the underlying tension. Ever since I entered that Monaco restaurant with Nicholas after our fuck, something had changed between me and my son. I didn't think he knew, but he seemed to have a sixth sense about it. He was always watching me, watching Nicholas. I shrugged off Thomas' words.
"I'll go down in a minute," I said.
He nodded, but didn't move. Instead, he kept his gaze fixed on the dance floor. I watched him watch Nicholas. It was like he could not take his eyes off of him. I was not sure what to make of it. It was almost jealousy, but Thomas was married to Kelly. They were happy together. I was sure of it. But there was something in the way Thomas watched Nicholas, a hunger in his eyes that I recognized. It was the same hunger I felt. I turned to Thomas, trying to read his expression, but he quickly looked away, his cheeks flushed slightly. He cleared his throat, breaking the silence but not the tension.
"I'm surprised you're not down there dancing with Kelly," I said, trying to keep my voice casual. "She looks like she's having fun."
"I will. Mum asked me to check on you . She thought you might be hiding," he said and then turned to me. "Why are you hiding, Dad?"
I forced a casual smile, hoping he couldn't see the turmoil inside me.
"Just needed a breather. You know how these events can be. Your mother gets all flustered."
"Are you two all right?" He asked me, his voice a little softer.
I struggled with how to respond. Was I all right? No, not really. I was torn. And now, seeing Thomas looking at Nicholas the way he was, I wasn't sure what to think. Thomas narrowed his eyes at me. I shook my head trying to reassure him. He was becoming way too perceptive.
"I mean you and Mom. You seem... distant."
"There are ups and downs in a marriage. You will learn this too."
He nodded, but his eyes held a hint of doubt. After a moment, he sighed and pushed off from the railing.
"I better go be with Kelly. She'll be wondering where I am."
"Go," I said, nodding. "Have fun."
Finally alone, I was able to watch Nicholas dance without feeling Thomas' eyes on my own. The music was slow, drawing the couples closer together. Nicholas was so beautiful, caught in the spotlight, with the light dancing over his face, the curves of his hips and the little freckles across his face. He danced close to a man that I had seen at the party downstairs. My stomach clenched as I wondered if he had his eyes on Nicholas like I did. The thought of it made me angry. I pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a deep drag, letting the smoke fill my lungs. I had decided that I needed to fuck him again. I could not wait to have him. In fact, I wondered how I had been able to wait this long. The craving was taking over my mind. My cock was growing in my pants. It was so big and hard. I took another deep drag, and my eyes locked on Nicholas's ass. I imagined what he looked like naked. I wanted him. I decided I would be good to my word, but I would not be undermined.
I went down the stairs to the dance floor, still jealous, still horny and needing to move. I had to push myself to interrupt their dance. I didn't want to, but I could not stop myself. The music was pulsing, a slow, sultry beat. I couldn't keep myself away from him. I couldn't let him dance with some other man. I needed him. I walked across the dance floor to Nicholas, interrupting their closeness.
A flash of irritation crossed the other man's face, but he quickly masked it with a polite smile and melted away into the crowd. Nicholas looked up at me, surprised, his blue eyes wide, and the flush on his pale cheeks deepened. He looked like a deer caught in headlights.
"Colin," he breathed.
He was so close I could smell his sweat from the dancing. I stared at him, my heart pounding in my chest, trying to keep my voice steady. I knew I needed to be careful. Anyone could see us, so I needed to be incredibly careful. I moved close to him, the rhythm drawing us together. He was sweating, but he looked so good.
"Colin, why are you doing this?" He whispered.
"I saw you with that other man," I murmured, leaning in closer, my lips nearly brushing his ear. "I couldn't stand it."
This was dangerous, in such a public place. I should have been more careful, but I wanted to be close to him. The lights twinkled in his eyes, and his pale skin was flushed pink. Just as I wanted him to be.
"Did you get jealous?" There was a hint of a smile on his face.
"Don't play games with me."
"We need to talk," Nicholas said. "But not here. Not like this."
I knew he was right. We couldn't have this conversation in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by curious eyes and chattering voices. I led Nicholas through the crowded dance floor, my hand gently guiding him away from the crowd. I knew that everything that had to happen, and I could not wait to get what I wanted.
I led him to a quiet hallway adjacent to the ballroom, where the sound of the music was muffled, and the air was cooler. The moment we were alone, I turned to him, my body pressing against his, my hands finding his waist. He looked up at me, his eyes wide. I leaned down, my lips brushing against his. I felt him tensing.
"Colin, wait," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the distant hum of the party. "We can't keep doing this. We need to talk."
"We can talk later, baby. I need you. I have to have you."
I pressed my lips to his, feeling him melt against me. He tasted sweet, his lips so soft and inviting. I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him. He hesitated and then he sighed and opened his mouth to mine. I felt a rush of triumph, my hands tightening on his waist. He wanted me. He could not stop himself any more than me. His hands came up to my chest, his grip tight. I deepened the kiss, my tongue exploring his mouth, feeling his response.
I needed more privacy, but I could not stop kissing him. I dragged Nicholas down the hall. My body was screaming for him. We passed a partially open door, the small supply closet that housed cleaning supplies. I pulled him inside, kicking the door shut behind us. The lights were off, and the room was filled with the scent of cleaning products and the faint hum of the party outside. There was a small window high up letting in some subtle moonlight. I used it to my advantage moving closer to him. I could see him clearly, and his face seemed to glow. With a steady, firm hand, I caressed his cheek, his soft skin rough against my rough fingertips. I was so aroused that I could barely stand it.
"Stop, Colin... We need to talk," Nicholas breathed out against my mouth.
He stepped back, and I spun him around until his face was pressed against the cool wall of the closet, my body pinning me against him. My hips moved forward to press against his ass. He panted and whimpered, just like he had done when I had fucked him before. He sighed and pressed his ass back against me. I ran my hands down his sides and gripped his hips, grinding against him. He moaned softly.
"Fuck, Colin, we can't," Nicholas panted.
"Shut the fuck up, Nicholas," I growled, my lips pressed against his ear. "I told you to shut up."
He shivered. I slammed him harder against the wall, reaching for his belt. In one violent motion, I yanked his belt open, and then I had his pants open, pulling them down over his narrow hips. They fell slowly to reveal a dark pair of boxer briefs. They hugged his ass and thighs tightly, leaving little to the imagination.
"Please, Colin, this isn't right," Nicholas whimpered, trying to squirm away.
My hands grasped the sides of his underwear and began pulling them down. His smooth, hairless thighs were revealed, inch by inch, and I saw the tops of his smooth, pale cheeks. His cute ass was beginning to show. I quickly worked with my own pants opening them up before I could fully focus on him. I heard him try to resist me, as he tried to escape and not be caught with his underwear around his ankles and his hands were trying to pull me away from him and drag his pants back up. I was not going to let him. I could not let him go. I tugged at his underwear.
"This isn't right, Colin," he gasped, his voice breathless, he tried to whisper and squirm out of my grip.
"Stop resisting," I growled, my voice low and insistent.
I tightened my grip on his underwear, pulling them down further, revealing more of his smooth, pale skin. I rubbed my cock, now slick with precum, against his crack. God, I was so turned on by the entire situation. He tried to resist, his body shivering and tense. The soft, velvety skin of his ass was now directly against my cock, and it was a sensation that I could not resist. I was so close to blowing my load and I had not even entered him yet. I buried my face in his neck, breathing him in.
"Fuck, you feel good, Nicholas." I grunted. My dick was hard, and I needed to be inside of him. I pushed against him, my cock slick and aching.
"I don't want it. Not like this. I want all of you."
"What the hell do you mean?"
"I'm not just a fuck to you, Colin. I want more than this," he sobbed.
There was something in his words that hit me, the raw emotion and fear. But I could not stop myself now, not with the way his body was pressed against mine, his skin so soft and smooth under my touch. I needed to fuck him and show him to whom he belonged. I gripped his hair, yanking his head back roughly, forcing him to look at me. He was crying, his eyes watery and red. My dick was throbbing.
"I can't leave Danielle," I murmured. "C'mon baby..."
I let go of his hair, and my hands found his ass. He tried to wrestle free. I kept a firm grip on his underwear to stop him from escaping. But the moment had passed. I took a step back, still rock hard. As I pulled up my pants again, he was sobbing. But I could offer no consolation. I could not give him what he wanted.
"Just go, Colin . I can't do this anymore."
I opened the door, stepping out into the hallway, leaving Nicholas alone in the closet. My body still throbbed with need, but my mind was a jumble of confusion and frustration. I had to get out of there. I strode down the hallway. How was it that I wanted him so much, and yet be so certain that I could not be with him? I could not make sense of my own heart but knew that I had to get out the tiny cramped room. The sounds of the party seemed distant now, muffled by the pounding in my ears.
As I entered the party venue, Danielle approached me with a determined look.
"Colin, where have you been?" she said. "You were supposed to help me."
She grabbed my arm and smiled at a passing couple, her voice dropping to a whisper.
"What were you doing?"
I forced a smile, trying to regain my composure. My body was still humming with unfulfilled desire, and I could barely focus on her words. I reached for a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, taking a sip to wet my dry throat.
"Just needed some air," I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. "You know how these events can be."
"You left me doing all the mingling with Kelly. And I know that you are not all right."
Danielle studied me, her green eyes piercing through the facade I had carefully constructed. She knew me better than anyone, or so she thought. She squeezed my hand, leaning in closer. Her breath was warm on my ear.
"Is everything okay? You seem on edge."
"I'm good. It's just a bit hot and stuffy in here."
She looked and noticed my hardon. She took my hand and led me to a secluded area, behind a pillar.
"I can take care of that," she said softly, her hand slipping to my thigh.
Her fingers dug into the thick muscle of my thigh. I sighed, but not in pleasure. My mind was torturing me, reliving the moment when I had Nicholas pinned against the wall, and he had begged me to stop. I envisioned his pale ass cheeks and the way his ass tightened as he tried to keep me from taking him.
"Please, Danielle..."
"You can do anything to me that you want to do..." Danielle said, her voice low as she pressed closer to me.
Her fingers trailed up my inner thigh. I forced a weak smile, my body rigid as she attempted to touch my cock, but the pleasure was not there. She guided my hand under her dress, and I wished that I were back with Nicholas. His sweet, tight ass came back to me, and I remembered how firm and smooth it felt. I had to stop my mind from wandering. I tried to keep focused but as her thumb stroked my length, I could not help but compare her soaking wet pussy to the smoothness of his ass. He was so much tighter and firmer. I closed my eyes.
"Baby, where are you? You're not with me."
"I am right here, baby. You look so beautiful tonight." I lied.
I sighed as she pressed her lips to my neck, but at that moment, my body was unresponsive. Just as I was about to push her away, we were interrupted. Kelly and Thomas appeared. They were laughing and chatting, oblivious to what was happening between us. The music from the grand dance floor swelled. For a moment, I was frozen, my hands still entwined with Danielle's, her breath still warm on my neck.
"Hello!" Kelly chirped. "We were looking for you both."
Danielle quickly stepped back, smoothing her dress and composing herself. She smiled sweetly at me. I saw her mind working, trying to figure out what had just happened. I knew she knew that my mind was somewhere else.
"You have done an amazing job on the event, Danielle," Kelly said.
When we returned to the villa, I feigned a headache. Danielle wasn't completely convinced. I could see it in her eyes. But she didn't push it. She merely sighed, her gaze lingering on me for a moment before she turned and went to our bedroom. During the drive back we hadn't spoken about what had happened at the event, my rejection. thought about reaching out and touching her, but my mind was elsewhere. My dick was still throbbing as I lay in bed in one of the guest rooms, unable to sleep. I wanted nothing more than to go to Nicholas and fuck him. But I couldn't. He had made that adamantly clear.
After a while I got up and looked through the window, facing down to the pool. There I spotted Thomas and Nicholas down by the pool. They were sitting at the edge of the pool, their legs dangling in the water and staring into the distance. It was clear that they were having a deep conversation. I watched as Thomas reached out, and his hand brushed against Nicholas' arm. It was a brief touch, but it seemed to hold a deeper meaning. Thomas had never touched Nicholas so gently. I felt a pang in my chest as I watched them, a sudden, unexpected jealousy. I wanted to be the one touching Nicholas, my hands on his smooth, pale arm. But instead, it was Thomas, and I saw the tenderness in his touch. I felt the familiar stirring in my groin as I watched them, seeing Nicholas lean into Thomas' touch. He looked up at Thomas, nodding as he spoke.
I was surprised at the jealousy that surged through me as I watched them. I should not be feeling this way. But my body did not seem to care about logic or propriety. I felt my dick twitching in my pants, growing harder by the second.
I couldn't take my eyes off the scene playing before me. I started to breathe heavily, feeling my lust take over me. I moved back to the window, watching them unnoticed. I stroked my dick through my underwear, feeling the arousal grow more intense. It was like I couldn't help myself, like my own body had a mind of its own.
I watched as Thomas wrapped Nicholas in a hug, holding him close. Nicholas leaned into the embrace, his body melting into Thomas' touch. I saw the tension in Thomas' grip, the barely contained desire in his stance. He was holding Nicholas, but I knew that he wanted to do so much more. I could feel it, the same way I had felt it when he watched Nicholas the event. I reached down and tugged at my underwear, pulling them down to reveal my now hard cock. I wrapped my hand around the shaft, gripping it tightly as I began to stroke myself. My eyes were glued to the scene before me.
Thomas and Nicholas, unaware of my presence, continued their tender moment by the pool. My hand slid up and down my hard cock as my breath fogged the glass, obscuring my view. I didn't care if they saw me if they caught me watching them. The only thing I cared about was the raw desire coursing through me. With a renewed vigor, I began to stroke myself, imagining that it was my own hand on Nicholas' pale, smooth body. I closed my eyes, letting the fantasy take me away. I was inside him, feeling his tight, hot walls grip me, his body shaking with pleasure. The thought made my hips jerk, my dick twitching in my hand.
I opened my eyes, the temptation too much. I needed to see them. I needed to see the way Thomas touched him, the way he held him close. It was torture, but it was also the hottest thing I had ever seen. I bit my lip, my breath coming in short, desperate puffs as I watched.
Thomas' touch grew more deliberate, his fingers tracing a slow, sensual path up and down Nicholas' arm. Nicholas leaned into him, his head resting on Thomas' shoulder, and they looked so right together.
I knew that I should look away. I reached my free hand down, gripping my balls tightly as I stroked myself with the other, imagining that it was my dick buried deep inside Nicholas' tight, hot hole. The thought of it was too much. I bit my lip, trying to stifle my groan as I came, my dick throbbing in my hand. My semen hit the window glass with a soft splat, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from them, even as I felt my knees weakening, my entire body shaking with pleasure.
As I caught my breath, watching as Thomas brushed a gentle hand over Nicholas hair, I pulled up my underwear, not wanting to give away what I had been doing. I felt a burning shame creeping up my neck and face as I pulled my hand away from the glass, leaving a mess in its wake. I didn't care. It was worth it. Down by the pool, Nicholas moved away from Thomas, who called out to him. But Nicholas was already walking towards the house, leaving Thomas alone by the poolside. I watched as the two men exchanged words. Thomas looked confused. Nicholas looked determined. He kept walking, not looking back.
I watched as Thomas stood up, his form tall and imposing. He watched as Nicholas entered the house. Thomas remained standing for a moment before he followed suit. Still shaking from my orgasm, I got into bed, trying to calm myself. I couldn't get rid of the feeling that something was happening between Thomas and Nicholas.
As I got down to breakfast the next morning, Thomas, Kelly, and Danielle were already at the table, but there was no sign of Nicholas. They all looked up as I entered the room, except for Thomas, who kept his gaze fixed on the empty chair. There was a new kind of tension in the air. Danielle eyed me curiously.
"Are you feeling better, honey?"
I nodded and took a seat beside Kelly. Her gaze lingered on Thomas, but her expression was inscrutable. Danielle had a plate of pastries in front of her, and she helped herself to a croissant. Thomas barely touched his food, simply pushing it around on his plate.
"Where's Nick, then?" Danielle asked.
"He texted me and said he had to leave early," Kelly said. "That's just like him. Always running off."
"Do you think everything's all right?" Danielle continued, oblivious to the tension in the room.
"Of course. He just can be such a baby sometimes," Kelly scoffed . "He probably got homesick."
Her voice was filled with annoyance. She really wasn't pleasant to be around. I knew I had hurt Nicholas last night, but I didn't think he would leave like this. I had hoped we could at least talk things through before he left.
"Did he say when he would be back?" Danielle asked.
Kelly shook her head.
"No, he didn't say. He just said he would text me when he gets back to London. I told him to take care of himself," Kelly said, sipping her coffee.
She looked at me, as if expecting some reply, but I didn't know what to say. Thomas finally looked up, meeting my gaze, his eyes filled with a strange intensity. It was a look I couldn't quite place. Was it accusation? Disappointment? The tension in the room grew thicker, and my stomach clenched.
Danielle must have noticed the charged atmosphere, because she quickly excused herself, saying she needed to make a call. Kelly followed suit, leaving Thomas and I alone at the breakfast table. Thomas took a deep breath, pushing his chair back from the table. He leaned back, his eyes never leaving mine.
"What was that about last night?"
He asked, the words heavy with meaning. I hesitated, unsure of what to say. I couldn't tell Thomas about Nicholas and me, and I couldn't exactly deny it either.
"What do you mean?" I asked, trying to sound casual.
Thomas narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing me. I swallowed hard, feeling the guilt creep up my neck. He leaned forward, resting his arms on the table.
"What was going on between you and Nick last night at the party?"
My heart skipped a beat, my mind racing to produce a convincing lie.
"Save it, Dad. Whatever it is, it needs to stop."
Thomas words hung heavy in the air, and I swallowed the lump in my throat. But before I could say anything, I heard Kelly's voice calling Thomas from the next room.
"Thomas, I need your help with something. Come on."
She sounded more insistent than usual, and Thomas hesitated for a moment. He looked at me, his expression unreadable. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I waited for him to respond.
"We aren't done here," Thomas murmured, but he did as Kelly asked and disappeared into the other room.
I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding, my heart racing. The room felt stifling, and I needed air. I rose from my seat, pushing my chair back. Maybe it was time for this visit to end. London was calling.