Nick found himself being pressed up against a wall, his head bumping into a gilded portrait frame for a brief moment before a pair of lips pressed themselves against his. He forgot his momentary worry of the portrait falling and alerting someone, so caught up in the moment was he. Sean was intent in his kiss, seeking a deeper passion, and probing gently with his tongue until Nick’s lips parted and accepted. His hands ran down the other man’s sides, lingering lower to squeeze his ass, while the rest of him quietly thrilled at the moment’s passion being returned in kind.
“What’s wrong?” Sean asked, in a brief, breathy whisper when the broke for a little air.
“What if we get caught?” Nick whispered back.
“I don’t care.” Sean said, leaning in for more kisses.
Nick was quiet then, returning in kind once more. Man, Sean was a great kisser, he thought. As they kissed again, Sean lifted Nick’s shirt, leaning down to lick the other man’s abs, and it was all Nick could do to stifle a moan.
“It’s a shame we have to hide.” Sean murmured in Nick’s ear after he stood up.
“We’re in your father’s house.” Nick reminded him with a whisper.
“He doesn’t get to tell me what to do.” Sean replied, nipping at Nick’s earlobe.
Nick sighed, happily, for a moment. “I don’t want him angry. You don’t know what that’s like.”
Sean sighed then as well. “But I want you.” he complained, his voice almost a whine.
“Then let’s go back to my place.” Nick offered, and Sean backed up.
“You’ve got a lot of people there too.” he pointed out.
“If they’re home. And if we’re lucky, no one says anything.” Nick countered.
“I don’t want to wait that long.” Sean pouted. “Just sneak to my room. No one’s awake yet – no one knows you’re even here.”
Nick sighed, giving in. He wanted Sean just as badly as Sean wanted him, so he let the other man lead him to what had become Sean’s room. Quietly, the door was closed and locked behind them.