Chapter 232

Three days had passed, and Andre hadn't returned to the room. Cross has been staying by himself, eating alone, boxing alone, and sleeping alone. 

He stayed away from the other guys, knowing they didn't like him, the only person who tolerated him was missing, gone without an explanation or apology.

He wished he didn't care. 

He hated people like Andre – open, annoyingly kind, and capable of seeing past his defences. Yet, here he was, missing him.

For three nights, he prayed that there was no storm; he couldn't get through it alone; there was no one around to hold him, and he would literally freeze to death.

How has he been managing to sleep in the past during a storm? Sleeping pills. And he had run out of those, plus his doctor asked him to try and stay away from them before he became addicted and dependent on them.

Andre had been of great help the last time, and as he stared at the weather that evening, he knew there would be another storm.

He couldn't play it cool anymore. He needed to find Andre.

He left the room and headed downstairs, planning to meet any of the guys for Andre's number.

Luckily, he saw Ezra and Nicholas in front of the reception. 

"Hi, Nicholas, hi, Ezra," Cross gave them a small smile.

Nicholas shared a secret look with Ezra before facing Cross, "Hi. Cross, what's up? Where are you headed?" He questioned. 

Cross cleared his throat, "Um, I was wondering if you could share Andre's number with me... I've got something important to discuss with him." Cross said to them.

"Of course, but I must warn you, he doesn't answer unsaved numbers," Nicholas said, taking Cross's phone from him.

"Here," Nicholas handed the phone back to him and turned to Ezra, "Let's go, Doc." He held Ezra's hand, waved at Cross, and walked away.

Cross stared at the phone and dialled Andre's number, walking back into the resort.

"Do you think it's time to call Zeno?" Nicholas asked as they stood at a corner watching Cross leave.

Ezra shook his head, "I don't think it's time yet. He doesn't even have Andre's number... Zeno wants solid news, baby, not half news," He gently pulled Nicholas away.

They had a small walk on the beach before they decided to go up to their room.

"So?" Nicholas asked as he removed his shirt, heading into the bathroom.

Ezra was sitting on a couch, brows furrowed, "So, what?" He questioned.

"Are you going to my club with me tonight? We can get freaky, you know..." Nicholas walked out of the bathroom, heading over to Ezra and straddling, dropping a lube right next to him, winking.

"Right where we did it first," he whispered into Ezra's ear.

Ezra gently held Nicholas's waist, "So much for being a top, huh? You were so sure you wouldn't bend for anyone -"

"Shut up, that's embarrassing," Nicholas covered his hand over Ezra's mouth, hiding his face in his shoulder.

Ezra chuckled, removing Nicholas's hand from his mouth and raising his face from his shoulder. 

He looked into Nicholas's eyes and smiled, "It's not embarrassing, Nick, it's hot..." his hand traced Nicholas's bare back, "It's fucking hot... letting me have this," he grabbed Nicholas's ass and pulled him closer to his hips.

"You're hot... and you're mine," he pulled Nicholas down and kissed him.

Wrapping his arms possessively around Ezra's neck, Nicholas rocked his hips against his, using his tongue to show him exactly what he wanted to be done to him.

"Baby, slow down, you're not feeling so well, I don't want to tire you," Ezra whispered. 

"Ugh, downside of dating a doctor. I'm fine, it's just a little headache and a cold," Nicholas pouted.

Ezra laughed, "It's not little, you were shivering all night. What you need is sleep, not this..." His hand found Nicholas's cock, slowly teasing him.

"Mmm... I like that, don't stop... take it in," Nicholas took Ezra's hand and slid it inside his pants, guiding him on the right way to stroke him.

"Ah, fuck... yes... just like that..." Nicholas buried his face in Ezra's neck, kissing him slowly. 

Ezra was already tempted to do what he didn't want to do. Nicholas was sick, he had just wanted to tease him a little, but now, seeing his expressions and the way he moaned, he was having a second thought.

"Fuck me, baby, please. You didn't touch me all night, I'm already dying," Nicholas whispered against Ezra's lips, his hand going between them to unzip Ezra's pants. 

Ezra gasped, adjusting on the couch to let Nicholas have enough access to his cock.

Nicholas reached for the lube with trembling fingers, breath shallow, chest brushing Ezra's as he moved.
He squeezed generously it over both of their cocks, the cool slickness a sharp contrast to the heat radiating between them.

Without a word, he took over—wrapping one hand around Ezra, the other around himself, stroking them together in a slow, unrelenting rhythm. The slide was messy, wet, intimate—not just to feel, but to connect. Stroking them in tandem—slick, firm, and deliberate.

His forehead dropped to Ezra's, lips barely parted, eyes burning.

"Feel that?" Nicholas whispered hoarsely.

"I need you—like this. Inside me, mmm..." Nicholas moaned, going faster with his wet strokes.

"Can I ever refuse?" Ezra murmured hoarsely and picked up the lube. He squirted a good amount on his finger as he pressed his lips against Nicholas's, kissing him passionately and hungrily.

"Ohh... Ezra," Nicholas sucked in a sharp breath as he felt Ezra's finger probing his entrance, he shivered as the finger slowly and deliciously slid through.

Ezra eased his middle finger inside Nicholas, slow and deliberate, every movement fueled by need.
He watched—mesmerized—as Nicholas arched into the touch, his walls clinging hungrily around the intrusion, pulsing with desperate heat.

Ezra's cock throbbed, growing harder with every squeeze, every twitch of Nicholas's body that silently begged for more.
He curled his finger slightly, dragging it along that sensitive spot, never breaking eye contact.

"You're so fucking tight," he murmured, voice low, thick with desire. 

"So ready for me." He added a second finger, watching Nicholas's mouth part in a quiet gasp.

"You like that?" He whispered huskily, gritting his teeth as Nicholas's hand stroked his cock faster.

Nicholas nodded, "Y-yes... I like it... I think I'm ready..." he cried out.

Ezra smirked sexily and slowly eased his finger out of Nicholas.

"Lift, babe," Ezra whispered and held Nicholas's waist.

With a heated frenzy, Nicholas lifted his hips and moved in on Ezra, his arm around Ezra's neck as he directed Ezra's shafts to his entrance.

He slowly lowered himself onto Ezra, moaning loudly as he felt the full, hard length ease deliciously into him.

He slid down on him to the base.

"Ohhh... yes..." Nicholas moaned, closing his eyes to relish the fullness inside him.

Ezra's hand was gripping Nicholas's waist tightly; he didn't want to pound into him. He was sick, and their current position was just right for Nicholas to take control as he wanted.

"Move, Nick, you're killing me..." Ezra murmured in fever. 

Their breaths were shallow and sharp, heat radiating between their bodies.

Nicholas didn't move, he let little moans escape his lips as he slowly rocked his hips against Ezra's, locking his heated eyes with him.

"This is just my right treatment, Doc., the best treatment, mmm..." he closed his eyes and placed his hands on Ezra's chest, slowly increasing his movements on Ezra's shaft.

Ezra groaned, "Oh God... please, baby, move faster, you're torturing me," He begged, his hand finding Nicholas's shaft once more and stroking it to persuade him.

Nicholas shivered from the tingling pleasure and slammed his lips on Ezra, pushing his tongue into his mouth without warning.

Both moaned, dragging ragged breaths into their lungs as their blood pumped faster, hearts pounding loudly.

Nicholas moved his hips—rocking, bouncing—delivering pleasure in steady waves, dragging sweet friction from both their bodies.

"Just like that, baby… just like that," Ezra groaned, gripping Nicholas's waist, helping him ride deeper onto his cock. His eyes locked on the spot where they were joined, the sight alone making him swell even more inside Nicholas.

"Ahn… you're so dirty-minded," Nicholas gasped, catching Ezra's gaze and the dark hunger in his eyes. With a wicked smile, he slipped a hand beneath Ezra's shirt and yanked it over his head in one swift move.

"That's a better view," he whispered, then pushed Ezra back so his body rested against the couch, wide open and vulnerable.

Nicholas dipped his head, lips closing around one of Ezra's nipples, tongue swirling slowly, teasing. At the same time, he rolled his hips faster, grinding down harder—each movement a deliberate mix of control and surrender.  

Nicholas moaned around Ezra's nipple, sucking gently, then harder—his tongue flicking in rhythm with every roll of his hips. He could feel Ezra throbbing deep inside him, stretching him, filling him just right.

"Fuck… baby," Ezra growled, hands tightening around Nicholas's waist as he thrust up to meet each bounce. "You feel so damn good… you're gonna make me lose it."

Their sweat-slicked bodies moved in perfect sync—grinding, gasping, trembling on the edge. Nicholas leaned up, pressing his forehead to Ezra's, breath shallow and lips parted.

"Come with me," he panted. "I want to feel you… feel all of it."

Ezra reached down between them, wrapping his fingers around Nicholas's aching cock and stroking him in time with their rhythm. Nicholas cried out—high and breathless—his body tightening, pulse roaring in his ears.

"Ezra—!" His orgasm hit like lightning—sharp, hot, shattering—his release spilling between them as his walls clenched hard around Ezra.

That was all it took.

Ezra groaned low and deep, gripping Nicholas tight as he thrust one final time and came—hard—buried deep inside him. His entire body trembled as pleasure poured through him in waves, crashing and sweet, leaving him wrecked and clinging.

They collapsed into each other, panting, kissing softly between lingering gasps. Ezra ran a shaky hand down Nicholas's back, pulling him close.

"You drive me insane," he murmured, voice rough, "and I wouldn't want it any other way." He kissed Nicholas again, this time, slowly and deeply. 

Their tongues danced in the aftermath of their lovemaking, hands slowly caressing their bodies.

Nicholas slowly pulled away and looked down between their bodies, "I made a mess... again." He bit his lips as he stared at his cum squirted on both their chests and stomach. 

Ezrs tilted his face up, "I love your messes... just like you love mine." He gently lifted Nicholas off his shaft and watched his cum dripping out of Nicholas. 

Nicholas moaned at the sight, "Damn... I love you." He hugged Ezra tightly. 

Ezra smiled, "I love you, too, my Nick," he kissed Nicholas's cheek and carried him to the shower. 

After another heated moment in the shower, they came out looking all satisfied and loved-up.

"Ahh... that was so sweet," Nicholas fell on his face on the bed, naked. 

Ezra walked over to him and sat beside him. He caressed his ass and kissed it before spanking it playfully.

"Come on, Doc., you can hit that harder," Nicholas raised his head to look behind him at Ezra.

"I already feel guilty hitting it hard for four good sessions, don't make me hit it the fifth time," He gently stood and picked up a boxer from the bed and pulled it up Nicholas's legs.

"Lift your hip, baby," He said as he pulled it past Nicholas's thighs.

Complying, Nicholas lifted his hips, maybe a little too suggestively. His ass poking at Ezra's face.

"Shit..." Ezra stared at Nicholas's pink entrance and slowly leaned in to lick it, once, twice... "Fuck, this isn't fair, baby," He kissed Nicholas's ass and finally pulled the boxer up his waist.

"Why did you stop? I was enjoying that," Nicholas sat up with a frown. 

Ezra sighed and sat on the bed, "It'll be too much for you," He touched Nicholas's face.

"I have something to say to you," Ezra informed, turning serious. 

Nicholas got down and went on his knees in front of Ezra, "Tell me later... I need something in my mouth right now." He gently pulled Ezra's boxer up and slid his hand in to take out his shaft.

Ezra adjusted, gritting his teeth as Nicholas's licked his tip. "Nick..." He grunted 

Nicholas licked his lips, eyes locked on Ezra's cock—already thick and rising again. He loved watching it swell, knowing he was the reason.

Without a word, he dipped his head, licking a slow stripe up the shaft before sliding his mouth over it—inch by inch—until it pressed deep into his throat.

A muffled moan vibrated through him as Ezra grew harder inside his mouth, stretching him, filling him. Nicholas choked softly, saliva dribbling from his lips, coating Ezra's length as he began to move—bobbing his head in a steady, wet rhythm.

Ezra's hand tangled in his hair, fingers tightening as his hips bucked forward, hungry for more.

"That's it, baby," he groaned, voice gravelly and low. "Take it... yeah—take me all the way to the fucking base."

He widened his legs, guiding Nicholas's mouth down, deeper, breath catching as Nicholas swallowed around him, relentless and eager.

"Fuck, you feel fucking good," Ezra panted, watching the sinful sight unfold—Nicholas on his knees, worshipping him, breaking him with nothing but his mouth.

Nicholas pulled out his own cock as he went down on Ezra, stroking himself in rhtym to his movement on Ezra.

"Too sexy, baby... too damn sexy," Ezra moaned, his eyes fluttering close.

He was close, so close. The way Nicholas sucked on him, swallowed around him, plus the sight of Nicholas stroking himself, he was about to be undone.

Nicholas moved his head lower, taking Ezra deeper than he ever had, he moaned, his cock twitching from he was doing to himself.

"Cum baby, I'm right with you," Ezra encouraged huskily.

With a muffled moan that vibrated through Ezra's shaft, Nicholas shot his cum on the floor, moaning around Ezra.

That was all Ezra needed, that strong vocals around his sensitive shaft and the sight of Nicholas's cum shooting out from his cock. He came hard and fast deep inside Nicholas's throat, groaning throatily as his cock tingled and twitched inside Nicholas's mouth and throat.

"Oh, Nicholas, you're going to be my end," Ezra whispered breathlessly as he pulled Nicholas up and kissed him hard, tasting his cum from his mouth.

"Looks like we made another mess... how about another hot, spicy shower," Nicholas whispered against his lips.

"Can I ever say no to you?" Ezra smiled.

Nicholas shook his head, "No, you're addicted, a nymph... just like me," He replied, leading Ezra into the bathroom.