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ⓘ bsf!dom!nick x male!reader, mentions of homophobia, smut, spitting, frotting (iykyk), risky/almost getting caught, nick talks you through it
summary: while on a camping trip with the triplets, you and nick find yourselves alone by the campfire, spilling your secrets and entertaining fantasies you never thought you would . . .
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dividers by @/uzmacchiato
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The sun had completely set, and the stars and moon were high in the sky, suspended over your campsite. Your eyes searched Nick's face, who sat across from you, his handsome features bathed in a golden glow from the fire the four of you were huddled around, making smores. He glanced up, catching your eye for a moment, but you averted your gaze, not wanting to be caught staring.
You situated yourself on the blanket separating you from the dirt beneath you. You twirled your skewer around, watching the flames lap at the marshmallow on the end while you listened to the sounds of the crackling wood and Nick's brothers bantering back and forth.
"Would you rather have to eat nothing but pickles for the rest of your life or you can eat whatever you want but you have pickles for fingers?" Chris asked Matt, already dying in a fit of giggles before he could get the two options out.
"What the hell kind of choices are those?" Matt wondered aloud, smirking as he bumped Chris' skewer with his own, the marshmallow promptly dropping off of the end of it and falling into the roaring fire.
"Hey!" Chris shouted, watching his marshmallow melt in the firepit with a distressed expression etched into his face.
"You guys are so annoying," Nick chimed in, rolling his eyes and giving you a look after like he was glad he had you there to keep him sane while dealing with the other two.
"I guess I'd rather have pickles for fingers," Matt rolled his eyes, tossing the bag of marshmallows at Chris. He plucked one from the bag, placed it on the end of his skewer and started toasting it over the fire once more, making sure to shoot a glare in Matt's direction as he did. "Alright," Matt said, turning his attention towards you. "Would you rather have to kiss Chris or Nick?"
You scoffed and rolled your eyes like the question was absurd, because well, it was. Would you rather kiss your best friend or his straight brother?
"Nick, I guess," you shrugged, your blush completely unnoticeable in the campfire lighting. "You know, because he would appreciate it," you followed up your answer, justifying it with a laugh, so your response didn't seem too eager.
"Oh?" Nick smirked in your direction, pinching his marshmallow between two graham crackers. "You think just because I'm gay I'd wanna kiss you?"
"Well, would you?" The words tumbled out of your mouth before you could think about them, everyone going silent for a few seconds, the tension in the air thickening.
"No comment," Nick replied with a sly smirk, taking a bite of his smore and licking the chocolate from his finger while he held intense eye contact with you. You shook your head and scoffed, glancing away and trying to hide how flustered you were.
Matt and Chris raised their eyebrows in shock, turning to one another, unsure about whether the two of you were just being playful and silly or if there was some truth behind the words the two of you were hurling back and forth.
The four of you continued on with the game, exchanging ridiculous hypothetical scenarios, the scent of burning oak and toasted sugar wafting into the air. You and Nick subtly stole lustful glances from each other throughout the night, just missing the others' gaze by seconds.
The whole time you silently wrestled with your own mind and inclinations, wondering why you couldn't stop thinking about Nick in that way. You'd never had feelings for a man before, had you?
The game stopped when Chris put the last log into the fire, and everyone groaned and sighed in unison, knowing this was the part of camping where you'd each take turns going off into the woods and finding spare branches and logs so you could keep the fire alive a bit longer.
"Alright, I'll go find some firewood," you volunteered, setting your skewer aside and climbing up off of the ground.
"I'll go with you," Nick offered.
"Sweet. Then when we get back, you guys can go," you said, motioning towards Matt and Chris, "and then we should have enough firewood to last us through the night." Everyone agreed.
You made your way over to the tent, retrieving a flashlight and a flask you'd snuck into your camping bag, tucking the flask into your pocket before you set off on your way.
Then you and Nick took off, following the path that was carved through the dense forestry. The light cut through the thick darkness as you followed the sound of the running river. The twigs beneath you snapped under your weight as you crushed them with your sneakers.
The silence between the two of you was heavy until you reached into your jacket pocket, retrieving your flask and holding it out as an offering. "You want some?"
Nick took it from you with a mischevious grin, slowly untwisted the top, and took a sip from it, the whiskey stinging the back of his throat. He handed it back to you, and you took a sip from it as well.
"I'd offer some to Matt and Chris, but I only brought a little," you told him, slipping it back into your jacket pocket.
"Oh, trust me. Those two lunatics don't need alcohol," Nick replied, making you laugh. "Did you mean that back there? You know, about kissing me?" You could the smug curve of Nick's smirk in the moonlight.
You snorted sarcastically. "No," you immediately denied it.
"What a shame," Nick chuckled.
"I mean," you started off, the alcohol making you grow bold. "I wouldn't hate it."
You both wandered deeper into the forest for the next several minutes, filling your arms with as much firewood as you could carry until you decided it was time to turn back around.
You and Nick emerged from the same direction you'd set off in while Matt was poking the fire with a stick and gently blowing on it to keep the embers lit. "Bout time you guys came back," Matt scoffed, glancing in your direction.
"We'll take over from here. You and Chris can go hunt for more wood," Nick told him, adding a few logs to the fire.
"You're the only one who hunts for wood, Nick," Matt smirked, snickering to himself. "Chris! Come on! Let's go!"
Chris hollered something back before emerging from the other side of the tent with a flashlight of his own. The two of them disappeared into the woods together as you plopped down on the ground next to the pit. Nick sat down beside you, slowly feeding more twigs and pinecone needles into the fire.
You snuck into your jacket pocket again, retrieving the flask. You untwisted the cap, taking a small gulp from it. You looked over at Nick, offering the flask up to him. He smirked and snatched it from you, taking a swig.
He handed it back. Then a beat of silence.
"Hey, Nick?" You piped up.
"Hmm?" He asked without looking up.
"How did you know you were gay?" You wondered, the question suspended between the two of you for what felt like forever before Nick answered.
"I mean, I kind of always knew I was different. When guys my age were getting crushes on girls, I definitely wasn't," Nick shrugged. The soft crackle of the fire and the sound of chirping crickets filled the empty space while he considered the question more thoroughly. "I just didn't admit it to myself or come out right away. You know, no matter how accepting the people are around you are, it's lonely to be different."
You nodded in agreement, understanding what Nick meant more than he could know. You'd been struggling with similar thoughts lately. Who would view you differently? Who would accept you and who wouldn't? "What made you finally come out?"
"After the first time I messed around with a guy. I couldn't deny it after that."
You could feel your stomach turn with arousal and a hint of jealousy at the mention of Nick with another man. You shifted slightly, your body language becoming more rigid. "What was it like?" The words spilled from you, curiosity getting the better of you. "You know, your first time fooling around with a guy?"
The question caught him by surpsise. His curious blue eyes flicked up at you. "He was experienced," Nick smirked, reminiscing. "Really knew what he was doing."
You watched him in anticipation, trying to hide your intrigue, but you leaned in slightly, your curiosity peaking. "Did you go all the way your first time?"
He shook his head. "We made out a little," Nick replied, smiling. "We didn't do anything crazy."
"W-what did you do?" You wondered, fiddling with the flask and turning it around in your hands, hoping you hadn't crossed a line by asking for details.
"Do you know what frotting is?" Nick chuckled.
You shook your head. "No, what's that?"
"You really wanna know?" He asked you, his intense blue eyes boring through you.
You nodded, holding eye contact.
"I could show you," Nick replied without skipping a beat, his hungry gaze still fixed on yours.
You nodded, your heartrate picking up. You weren't sure what he was going to show you, but you knew it was inherently sexual based on the context. Nick leaned in, reaching up and caressing your cheek as he searched your facial features, goosebumps scattering across your skin.
"When did you know you were gay?" Nick asked, a smile forming on his face.
You hadn't come out to anyone, but anyone who knew you could tell, especially Nick. You chuckled a bit, your heart stuttering in your chest at the way Nick touched you. "The day I met you."
You watched as his seductive gaze dropped to your lips as he wet his own. You were drawn into him, a magnetic-like pull closing the space that separated the two of you, your eyes fluttering shut. His lips engulfed yours with a fiery passion, his tongue like a flame softly brushing against yours.
You let him take the lead, giving into the kiss. You felt his fingertips graze the underside of your chin, guiding you. You softly moaned into his mouth, a vibrations tickling each of your lips. You could taste the sweetness of whiskey and marshmallow on his breath.
The kiss grew deeper and hungrier, blood flowing below your waist where Nick's hands were now starting to wonder. As if the kiss wasn't enough to steal your breath away, you sharply inhaled when his finger brushed over your stiffening cock. "You're already so hard for me," he hummed into your mouth.
He reached for your belt, unbuckling it and unzipping your jeans. He moved slowly and skillfully, giving you plenty of time to back out if you wanted, if this had become too much, but you found yourself burning up with desire for him. You subtly lifted your hips, resting your weight on your hands that were touching the forest floor.
Your cock sprung free, the air rushing over your tip and making you shudder. Nick straddled you, pinning the lower half of your body down as he pushed up your shirt. He released his own length from his restrictive clothing. "I'm gonna show you what it is, okay?"
You nodded, lustfully staring down at his impressive cock in the glow of the fire. Nick spit on the head of your dick, causing you to let out a soft moan. He pressed his length against your own.
"Oh, my god," you huskily whispered, throwing your head back as Nick started to gently thrust his hips, saliva and precum lubricating the friction. You could feel his sensitive nerve endings brushing against your own, sending waves of pleasure through you. You let out a moan, your breaths starting to turn to pants.
"Shhh. Gotta stay quiet, hmm? You'll get us caught," Nick hushed you, his words reminding you how dangerously risky this was. Chris and Matt would be back any moment with firewood, and the two of you were naked and grinding against eachother by the campfire. "How's that feel?"
You swallowed the lump in your throat, your eyes flickering up at his. "It feels so good," you told him as quietly as you could.
"I thought you might like it," Nick smirked back. He spit into his hand, reaching between the two of you. He wrapped his hand around both of your cocks, his thumb on his length and his other four fingers on yours, and he started to stroke them in unison.
You felt him drag his fingers through the clear bead pearling at your slit as he stimulated your tip on the upstroke. His hips continued to roll against yours, your eyelids becoming heavy with lust. You could feel a knot forming in the pit of your stomach.
"So sensitive," Nick whispered as your cock twitched against his palm. You could feel every vein as he rubbed his length agaisnt your own. "You're doing so good for me."
You hung onto every word, the sound of his voice alone holding you in a trance. You could hear his breathy moans as he bucked his hips a bit faster, still smearing precum around each of your tips with his thumb.
"Nick," his name fell seductively from your lips, a sense of urgency on the tip of your tongue. You tipped your head back, looking up at the blanket of stars above.
"What is it, hmm?" He replied back in a soft, sultry voice.
"I can't-" you whispered, your voice breaking as your gaze dropped back down to his. "I'm gonna-" you cut yourself off with a whimper, your body trembling. Your cock pulsed against Nick's, a sticky white fluid erupting from your slit. Nick smirked down at you as you lost control, busting all over his hand and his length.
"There you go. That's it," Nick whispered back, talking you through it and looking down at the mess the two of you made in admiration. He continued to rub his dick up against yours, dragging his tip through your cum and thrusting against you faster, his movements becoming urgent and rhythmless.
The way you fell apart beneath him was too much for him to bare. He pinned his eyes shut, his orgasm following shortly after. As you were trying to catch your breath, Nick shot his load all over your stomach with a groan. You watched in awe.
The two of you were breathless, covered in cum, and smiling like idiots who had just done something incredibly risky but loved every second of it. Nick stuffed himself back into his pants, scurrying off to grab something to clean you up with. "I'll be right back."
You sat still for a moment, your weight on your elbows, the cool air rushing over you once more, and your ears still ringing from the pleasure. Your head was full of dopamine and adrenaline, praying Matt and Chris wouldn't come back before Nick did.
That's when Nick appeared in front of you, wiping the evidence from your skin and giggling. "I can't believe we just did that. How did you like it?"
"That was like, the hottest thing that's ever happened to me," you replied, pulling your boxes and jeans back up. It wasn't an exaggeration.
Suddenly, you heard Chris and Matt emerge from the brush, their voices growing louder just as you were fastening your belt and sitting up. "You two miss us? Hope we're not interrupting anything!" Chris called out.
"Oh, come on. The fire's dying. What were you two doing?" Matt accused, walking towards the fire and poking it with one of the logs on his arms.
"Just got really lost in conversation," Nick shrugged, glancing over at you and giving you a mischevious smile.
