Dead Boy Walking [c]

"Maybe," Mads agreed, with an incredible seriousness borne of years and years of theatre.

"There are better uses for that mouth of yours."

He still hadn't cracked up. He was a fucking professional.

Nicola wasn't a professional. She couldn't stop giggling, tears forming in the corner of her eyes.

"Maybe we should test out its uses." She waggled her brows. "I hope it is tight enough for you."

She couldn't finish her sentence without interrupting herself with laughter.

He was a professional.
He was a professional.
He was a professional.

He was a fucking professional.

But that fact certainly didn't stop him from snorting loudly and almost painfully, and devolving into his own laughter alongside Nicola.

The laughter she previously managed to calm down into giggle calm back into full force when she finally broke his professional exterior.

It got to the point where she had to wipe the tears from her eyes, glad that she had false eyelashes in. Otherwise, she would have looked like a right state there and then.

"My tight mouth isn't a laughing matter."

She pushed herself up and kissed her chest.

"It is a sexy, sexy matter."

"So sexy," he agreed dryly, wiping his own tears from his cheeks with his wrists.

"Such a sexy, sexy matter."

It only took a second for him to snort and drop back into giggles.

Fuck.

Her fingers knotted together on the back of his neck.

She had managed to calm herself back down to mere giggles again. While she didn't get a chance to appreciate his dancing abs, she did get to appreciate the smile on his face.

"Oooh, doesn't it get that boner of yours going?"

She kissed him softly on his giggling face with that sexy, tight mouth of hers.

"Maybe." No.

"You should check, see if your boner-super power actually worked."

He was calming down again, too now, and leaned the side of his face affectionately against hers.

Nicola shoved her hands into his pants, groping at his crotch unabashedly.

A new pout formed on her place. It was difficult to keep it there.

"Boo, it hasn't. Oh," she turned on her bad, over the top, porn-actress voice, "maybe, uh, this will work, mm?" She pushed her hand as low into his pants as they would allow, massaging his balls.

Mads jumped when her hand pushed rather firmly into his pants.

"Jesus wept!" The curse came out in English - something he didn't do often. "Careful!" Back to Italian. "I'm delicate."

Or, delicate enough to not appreciate a hand grabbing at him like that. Those were attached to his body, thank you very much!

Her new play drew him in. He gave a long, breathy moan himself. "Oh yeah, baby. So good."

She let out a long groan, eyes closed and her lip between her teeth as if it was her being fondled with, fingered into oblivion.

Maybe she should consider changing career.

"You like that do you, big boy?"

To her credit, she did roll his between her hands pleasantly, even at the awkward position.

"They feel so good in my hand. So big and- and bulging. A perfect pair."

She broke her porn actress act to snort.

They were balls. It was hard to make balls sounds appealing.

"Oh baby, I like it so much. You're so good, so hot."

The gushing compliments came in his breathy moans and soft grunts, but he wasn't sporting anything more than a half-hard chub.

His porn act was just as convincing as hers, though.

"Mm, your making me so wet. I'm going to be so slick for you. I can't wait for you to fill me up with your cum."

She let out a loud groan that dissolved into giggles.

Her forehead dropped to his chest as the laughter took hold of her again. Her hand was simply grasping him now.

"You're a fucking mess," he accused in a gasp before dropping into his own laughter again.

What the fuck was even going on any more?

She wiggled her hand out of his pants - a little most gently his time to accommodate his delicate parts.

"I'm the mess? You're as much of a mess as me!"

She curled her arms around his neck and tugged him down so they were back in the position that started, sans top.

"Let's start from square one. Get serious. It is super serious sex time."

He settled down on top of her, thankful their game of porn stars was over.

"Serious. Super serious sex time."

He tried a serious face, but he ended up grinning again, burying his face in her stomach.

Nope. Couldnt do it.

"Yep."

Her straight face lasted as long as he did until she started laughing again.

"Stop doing that!"

She squirmed and pushed his nuzzling face away from her stomach.

"Or little spoon privileges will be revoked."

"You did it first!" he replied petulantly, wriggling away when she pushed him.

He stuck his tongue out at her.

"You can revoke spoon privileges. Thats cruel and unusual punishment."

Nicola raised an eyebrow at him.

"Since when were punishments supposed to be nice. Wait, don't answer that one."

She rolled her eyes at herself.

Propping herself up on her elbows. Her face was flushed from the giggle-fest they have had.

"What happened to that stiff drink we were supposed to have?"

"Its right there. You just decided to start sexing up on me."

Apparently their Super Serious Sex time was more important than a good stiff drink.

It wasn't Mads fault that Nicola had been more into that than a good drink and Chloe and Tia's drama.

She took the whiskey and took a swig. Considering that they just swapped spit, she can forgive day-one backwash.

It burned her throat and she licked her lips. Not exactly the refreshing drink she was really hoping for, but she couldn't be bothered to go into the kitchen and make something fresh and fruity.

"You kissed me first. Twice," she accused. "Besides, you can't have me thinking clean thoughts when you're moving between my legs."

She wiggled her eyebrows again while squeezing his sides with her thighs.

"I kiss you a lot. You don't usually get so distracted by them."

That was a fact. Mads was an affectionate person. He was a kisser. Cheek kisses. Forehead kisses. Hand, stomach, shoulder kisses. Long, slow kisses, or quick, stolen kisses. If he had the chance to kiss someone, he'd usually take it.

mads grinned, one hand finding one of Nicola's thighs, sliding up it slowly.

"I do look very good between a woman's legs," he agreed with a purr.

Nicola kept her mouth closed at that accusation. Sure, she figured sex was on the cards tonight. The only reason she initiated it then was because she wanted to brush past that awkward silence.

Her legs spread a little further apart when she felt the calloused hand creep up her thigh.

"I can't tell is if you are being serious or still joking around. But let me tell you, that gave my clit a tingle. You certainly do look good between a woman's legs."

"Gave your clit a tingle," he repeated dumbly.

"Wow, Nicola. Forget your ability to bring up boners on demand. You fucking kill 'em on demand."

With a little chuckle, he leaned over to plant a firm kiss on her lips.

She snorted, a large grin on her face.

"Men," she dropped her voice into a mock Christian Bale Batman sounding voice after she was kissed, "they quack in their shoes. They fear more. For I, I am Miss Boner-killer."

She grabbed the throw blanket on the armrest and attempted to bring it over her face dramatically. Only, it didn't unfold. And she accidentally hit Mads in the head with it.

Mads snorted loudly again, and grunted when he was hit in the face with a folded up blanket.

"It's a serious power. Only used for evil."

He flicked the blanket up, and it dropped over her face.