Nick and I were in the studio putting the finishing touches on my album. I had fallen asleep and next thing I knew Nick was shaking me awake. It took me a few minutes to realize I had fallen asleep. I was trying to clear my head from some erotic dream I had been having my body still buzzing.
"You fell asleep." Nick said matter-of-factly.
"Yeah..." I rubbed my face trying to clear my head, back to work.
At the moment we were in over a table study in a stack of photographs trying to pick an appropriate album cover.
"What are you looking for?" Nick asked, "as far as your style and look?"
"Sophisticated but not over-the-top." I answered shortly.
From the bottom of the pile Nick pulled the photo of me sitting at the old writing desk.
"How about this one?" He asked handing it to me.
He shuffled through the photos again then he looked over at me.
"You tired?" He asked.
I nodded, "To be honest I'm really bored."
Nick laughed, something I didn't hear very often, but it seemed to happen more when he was really comfortable with someone like his brothers or a good friend.
"Okay, let's take a break." Nick said easily and he sat down in the chair next to me.
I took a deep breath; I had to say this while I was alone with him when it was just the two of us. "Nick, I need to talk to you about something, something important."
Nick raised his eyebrows, "What about?"
I bit my lip. "Well, it's about us I... I worry when we kiss when we are really into it I'm pushing you. I'm not pushing you to take the next step I--I can feel you when we kiss..." I swallowed, studying his face for a reaction. He was biting his lip, something I knew he did he was concentrating or nervous a blush was spreading slowly across his face.
"Come here." He said softly. Effortlessly he lifted me onto his lap like I was a little kid.
"Don't worry about me," he said gently, "you're not pushing me I can handle it, just don't let it be the state of emergency." He winked, at the reference to his song lyrics.
"Yeah, easier said than done when you're really turned on." I muttered.
Nick kissed my forehead, "Exactly."
Then his mouth met mine. Slowly at first then harder and harder, his fingers tangled in my hair and pulled me closer. I pulled him closer as close as I could my fingers automatically reaching for his hair. When I got bored from the litany of kisses I pulled away and began kissing his neck. My lips trailed down leaving a path of open mouth kisses then back up to his ear where I began sucking his ear lobe.
He moaned, his breath reduced to short pants. My hands slid down his body, down his torso and over his stomach my fingers grasping the hem of his shirt slowly pulling it over his head. Nick whipped the garment over his head and it landed somewhere in the shadows of the dark studio. We resumed our ferocious kissing, kissing so fiercely to a point that Nick almost fell out of the chair, which obviously wasn't designed to hold our combined weight in such a position.
My fingers traced and teased, over his stomach again and tracing a path where light hair disappeared into his jeans. My hands of their own accord slid lower, I felt his body twitch hardening almost instantly beneath my fingers.
Nick froze, his breath caught somewhere in his throat. He had pulled out of the kiss, leaning his head back against the back of the chair, which was being pushed to the limit, trying to catch his breath.
"Do that..." he panted, his hips jerking against my hand, "do that again."
"You sure I--" I began.
"Justice--" he seized my wrist where it was still lightly resting against his groin. "Do it... I... like it." He enunciated the last two words.
I resumed my gentle stroking feeling embarrassed and slightly stupid; I hadn't done anything like this to a guy before. It felt too intimate.
"Kiss me." Nick murmured, he was still partially reclined in the chair. I covered his face with kisses resuming my pattern from his ear to his collarbone, contentedly sucking his earlobe again. He moaned low in his throat something that rose from deep inside him, this along with my gentle caresses seemed to be too much because as his back arched he almost fell out of the chair and I almost fell off his lap.
I continued to explore both of my mouth and my hands, my lips trailing across his face over the bridge of his nose and I turned my head gently kissing each one of his freckles. He murmured quietly, but that murmur turned into a moan as he shifted impatiently.
"More Justice, let me tell you how much I want you... how much I need you." He paused and kissed my lips sucking on them briefly.
I did this he asked and was rewarded as his expression glazed over again and this time I really did think he was going to fall off the chair, but his feet were braced against the floor as if he was trying hard not to let himself go. I was rewarded with another low moan, his lips were parted and his breath was coming in short gasps.
I continue to kiss him as I touched him my lips sliding across his jaw to his throat, I could feel his vocal chords vibrate under my lips, the sound he made sounding almost animalistic, and something that started like a whimper that almost sounded like a purr.
I laughed quietly. "You know Nick, that sound you may just now... very sexy." I smirked.
I could hear the smile in Nick's voice, "slow down sugar, I'm diabetic." He was laughing softly gently kissing the top of my head.
I sighed and wrapped my arms around his neck my nose still nestled against his throat.
"We better stop." I murmured, and I placed a kiss against his throat again. "Or Mr. President is going to be in a state of emergency."
The following Tuesday I was woken up insanely early by Nick.
"For Pete's sake Nick, do you realize what time it is?" I groaned.
"Three things," Nick said in a business like voice befitting of his serious demeanor, "one, it's pay back for that time you had me up early on my release day, two, we have to leave in half an hour, and three I wrote you a song."
"I'll play it for the fans when we go out today, I may release it as a single later." Nick was saying on our way to the bookstore where I was doing my release.
"What if no one shows up?" I fussed.
"People will show up." Nick said confidently, "I put out a tweet this morning."
"What? "My girlfriend is releasing her album today I am insanely proud of her?" I asked coyly smiling up at him.
Nick beamed, his eyes sparkling, "something like that."