Jealousy Fuels Desire

Nico stalks back to the dorm, fuming.

For the past week or so, AceNerd had been…distant. Aloof. Shutting him out at every turn—wouldn't let Nico touch him, hell, wouldn't even "look" at him most days. It was driving Nico fucking crazy. He was used to having AceNerd's undivided attention. Or well, he was used to AceNerd's reactions.

But lately? AceNerd acted like he couldn't be bothered, shooting Nico cold looks whenever they crossed paths in the dorm. Nico had tried "everything"—teasing AceNerd mercilessly, bumping into him "by accident," leaving his shit strewn around their room just to get a rise out of him. Nothing worked. AceNerd just…didn't seem to care anymore.

And what's worse, Nico saw him out with some other dude the other night. Laughing and joking around with the lanky fucker, looking happier than Nico had seen him in weeks.

This is ridiculous. Nico grits his teeth, fisting a hand in his hair. He's never gotten this worked up over anyone before—especially not some "guy" who won't even let him stick it in anymore. What the fuck is wrong with him? AceNerd's the one being a bitch, he shouldn't be this bothered by it. If AceNerd wants to go fuck that loser then whatever, it's not like they're together or anything. Nico can get laid whenever he wants, he doesn't need AceNerd's sloppy ass.

... But he wants it. All to himself.

Nico shoves open the door with far more force than necessary, practically kicking it in. The hinges whine in protest.

Letting the dorm door shut behind him, he slammed his bag down onto the floor. Ends up kicking at his dresser, knocking everything, including the mirror, down onto the ground. By God's grace it didn't break. Suddenly he stops. Breathes. "Think", he tells himself.

...

And then, he came up with an idea.

Jealousy is a powerful thing.

The party.

It wasn't hard convincing AceNerd to tag along tonight. Sorta. Just had to dangle a few promises in his face(he'd pay for AceNerd's doordash for a week), also tossed in a few sly comments about how he's such a fuckin' bore lately—always holed up alone instead of out "living". Pathetic, really. (And Nico would know all about being pathetic, the amount of times he's spent jacking off alone to thoughts of AceNerd… But whatever.)

Once they arrived at the frat house, though, Nico didn't waste any time putting his scheme into action. Immediately losing AceNerd in the sea of people. Wasn't that anxious about it, they'd meet up again soon after all. "Real" soon.

About 30 minutes into his plan.

He ended up spotting one of his teammates. "Hey, Trev," he called out, "If AceNerd comes looking for me, tell him I'm upstairs. One of the rooms." He patted the other guy on the shoulder, already tugging the blonde he charmed up toward the stairs.

"Ah! Fuck- Nico!"

The girl gasps as Nico pounded up into her, hands gripping her waist tightly. Nico's feet planted on the mattress, bucking up at a controlled rhythm. But it wasn't her body that he was focused on. He was waiting for something, someone. And he was starting to grow impatient, until finally,

The door creaks half-open.

And there was AceNerd, peeking in.

Nico cracked his eyes open, breath hitching when he saw AceNerd standing there. Frozen. Nico held his gaze for a moment, just staring at him. The girl didn't seem to notice, too busy buried in the crook of Nico's neck. Then, his lips twisting into a filthy smirk as he snapped his hips upward, "hard"—making the fox-girl whine above him.

All while keeping eye-contact with AceNerd.

Nico's smirk widens, eyes glinting with challenge as he watches Daniel's reaction. "What's the matter, baby? Jealous?" He punctuates the question with a particularly brutal thrust, grunting as the girl's nails dig into his shoulders. "Come on in, the pants are off already." He winks at Daniel, voice dripping with false sweetness. "Don't be shy."

"Fuck yeah, I am." Nico's grin turns savage, hips pistoning faster now. "I've been dying for you to see this." He grips the girl's hips, slamming up into her roughly. "This is what you've been missing out on, huh? What a pity." He glances back at Daniel, eyes dark with lust and something more—anger, frustration, a twisted desire to make him suffer. "You should've stayed out of my way, Daniel. Now you get to watch me take what I want."

Nico's eyes flash with annoyance, but he keeps his rhythm going, thrusting mechanically into the girl. "Shut the fuck up," he growls, voice strained. "You think you're so much better than me, don't you? But you're just as desperate as I am." He leans forward, breath hot against Daniel's ear. "Maybe more so, since you can't even get it up for the guy next door."

Nico's grip on the girl tightens, a low snarl rumbling in his throat. "Fuck you, Daniel." He slams into her one last time, then pulls out, stepping back from her limp form on the bed. "You're just mad 'cause you can't afford me either." He smirks, a cruel glint in his eyes as he starts to unzip his pants. "But don't worry, I'll give you a show. You can jack off to this while you plot your pathetic revenge." He pulls out his cock, stroking it slowly.

Nico's eyes narrow, a flush creeping up his neck as Daniel's words hit home. He looks down at his half-erect cock, then back up at Daniel, a mix of anger and shame on his face. "Shut up," he hisses, but there's no real heat behind it. He's suddenly very aware of the way his body reacts to Daniel—always has, even when he tries to deny it. With a muttered curse, he starts stroking himself harder, watching Daniel's gaze follow the movement. "You like that, don't you? Seeing me lose control for you."

Nico's breath hitches, chest heaving as he continues to stroke himself. "I don't know what the fuck you're talking about," he lies, voice strained. But his eyes betray him, flickering up to meet Daniel's with a flash of vulnerability before he looks away, jaw clenched. "Just shut up and watch, Daniel. That's all you're good for anyway." He starts pumping his cock faster, precum beading at the tip as he chases his release.

Nico grunts, eyes squeezing shut as he chases his climax. "I don't know what you want from me, Daniel," he gasps out, voice rough with strain. "You think you're so smart, but you have no idea what the fuck I'm feeling." He bites his lip, trying to hold back a moan as his orgasm approaches. "Just... just watch me come, okay? And don't you dare say a word about it."

Nico's eyes snap open, gaze locked onto Daniel's as he trembles on the edge. "I don't give a shit about her," he snarls, voice cracking. "She's just... something to fuck, to make you jealous." He looks down at his cock, still stroking it urgently. "I'm gonna come for you, Daniel. Only for you." With a final, desperate thrust, he spills over his fist, groaning Daniel's name like a prayer.

Nico's chest heaves as he catches his breath, still stroking his softening cock. He meets Daniel's gaze, a mix of anger and shame in his eyes. "Maybe I am," he admits, voice low and bitter. "But that doesn't change how I feel." He steps closer, tilting his head back to look up at Daniel. "You want the truth? Fine. I'm obsessed with you, okay? I can't stand losing you to anyone else, even if it's just in your head." He reaches out, cupping Daniel's cheek with a trembling hand. "I need you, Daniel. More than I need to breathe."

Nico's grip on Daniel's cheek tightens, eyes blazing with frustration. "I don't know, okay? I'm fucking confused!" He steps back, raking a hand through his hair. "I just... I need to make you jealous, to prove that you still want me. Even if it's messed up." He looks down at the girl still lying on the bed, then back at Daniel. "I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean for it to go this far." He takes a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions inside him. "Can we just... talk about this? Maybe figure out what the hell we're doing?"

Nico's shoulders slump, defeat written across his face. He knew Daniel would be angry, but the cold, bitter tone in his voice still cuts deep. "I know," he says softly, not meeting Daniel's gaze. "I fucked up. I'm sorry, okay? It won't happen again." He swallows hard, forcing himself to look up at Daniel. "Can we please just... try to understand each other? I'm not trying to hurt you, Daniel. I just... I love you, okay? And I'm scared of losing you." The last words come out in a barely audible whisper, but the raw emotion behind them is palpable.

Tears prick at the corners of Nico's eyes, but he blinks them back, refusing to let Daniel see his vulnerability. "I know it looks bad," he admits, voice strained. "But my feelings for you aren't some casual thing, Daniel. They're... they're everything." He takes a step closer, reaching out to touch Daniel's arm. "I was trying to prove to myself that I could move on, that I didn't need you. But it was all a lie. I'm still obsessed with you, even if I can't have you." He looks up at Daniel, desperation etched on his face. "Please, Daniel. Don't give up on us. I'll do whatever it takes to make this right."

Nico's heart sinks, his hopes crashing down around him. He knows Daniel is right to be angry, to question his intentions. But he can't let this end, not when he's finally found the courage to admit the truth. "I know it's a lot to take in," he says, voice trembling. "But I'm not asking you to believe me right now. I'm just... I'm asking you to hear me out, to give me a chance to prove that my feelings for you are real." He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "I love you, Daniel. And I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make that love work, even if it means changing who I am."

Nico's eyes meet Daniel's, a mix of fear and determination in their depths. "It means... I'll stop trying to prove myself to you through other people. I won't use sex or jealousy as a substitute for the real thing." He takes a step closer, reaching out to touch Daniel's face. "I want to be the man you can trust, the one you can love without conditions. I know I have a lot of work to do, but I'm willing to put in the effort if it means keeping you by my side." He looks into Daniel's eyes, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please, Daniel. Give me a chance to show you that I can be better. For us."

Nico's heart clenches at the doubt in Daniel's voice, but he refuses to give up. "Because even though I messed up, my feelings for you haven't changed," he says, his eyes never leaving Daniel's face. "I know I don't deserve it, but I'm hoping that somewhere deep down, you still care about me too." He takes a deep breath, trying to find the courage to voice his deepest fear. "If you don't... if you really don't want me anymore, then I understand. But please, Daniel, don't just throw away what we have because of my mistakes." He reaches out, taking Daniel's hand in his. "Give me a chance to make things right. For both of us."

Nico's grip on Daniel's hand tightens, his eyes pleading for understanding. "I know it's a lot to ask, but I'm willing to work for it," he says, his voice rough with emotion. "I'll do whatever it takes to regain your trust, Daniel. I swear to you, on everything I hold dear, that I'll never hurt you like that again." He looks down at their intertwined hands, a mix of shame and longing on his face. "Please, Daniel. Don't give up on us. I love you too much to lose you."

Nico's heart sinks at Daniel's words, a heavy weight settling in his chest. He knows he's hurt Daniel deeply, and he's not surprised by the lack of trust. But hearing it spoken out loud still cuts him to the core. "I understand," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't expect you to trust me overnight. It will take time, and I'll have to earn it back, one day at a time." He looks up at Daniel, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "But I'm not giving up, Daniel. I'm not going to let you push me away without a fight. I love you too much for that." He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for the challenge ahead. "So, what do you say? Are you willing to give me a chance to prove myself to you again?"

Nico nods, understanding the gravity of Daniel's words. He knows forgiveness won't come easily, not after everything he's done. "I get it," he says, his voice soft. "Take all the time you need. I won't pressure you or try to rush this." He releases Daniel's hand, stepping back to give him space. "Just know that I'm here, whenever you're ready to talk. And I'll be waiting, hoping that you'll give me another chance to make things right between us." With a final, longing look, he turns and leaves the room, his heart heavy with the uncertainty of their future together.

Nico's jaw clenches at Daniel's words, a surge of frustration and guilt washing over him. He knows he doesn't deserve Daniel's forgiveness, not after what he's done. But the thought of losing him completely is too painful to bear. "I'm not expecting you to forget," he says, his voice tight. "Hell, I don't even deserve to be forgiven. But I'm hoping that, eventually, you can find it in your heart to understand why I did what I did." He takes a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions inside him. "And if not... I'll live with that. Because losing you would be worse than any punishment I could give myself." With that, he turns and walks away, leaving Daniel and his own shattered hopes behind.

Nico freezes, his heart pounding in his chest as he turns back to face Daniel. He knows he should keep walking, should give Daniel the space he's asking for. But the raw emotion in Daniel's voice stops him in his tracks. "I... I know," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "But what more is there to say? I've admitted my feelings, I've apologized for my actions. What else do you want from me?" He looks at Daniel, a mix of desperation and resignation in his eyes. "Tell me how to fix this, Daniel. Because right now, I'm lost on how to make things right between us."

Nico's shoulders slump, the weight of his mistakes crushing him. He knows Daniel is right, that words alone can't erase the pain he's caused. "No, I don't think it's that easy," he admits, his voice heavy with regret. "But what else can I do, Daniel? I've been trying to prove my love for you in all the wrong ways, and now I've hurt you even more." He takes a step closer, reaching out to touch Daniel's arm. "I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make things right, even if it means starting from scratch. Just tell me what you need from me, and I'll do it." His eyes search Daniel's face, pleading for guidance and forgiveness.

Nico's heart sinks at Daniel's words, a sense of hopelessness washing over him. He knew he wouldn't be forgiven easily, but the coldness in Daniel's tone still cuts deep. "I understand," he says, his voice barely audible. "I'll keep trying, keep proving my love for you in whatever way I can. But I can't force you to forgive me or trust me again." He looks at Daniel, a mix of despair and resignation in his eyes. "If you need space, I'll give it to you. If you need time to heal, I'll wait. But please, Daniel, don't give up on us completely. I'm not ready to lose you yet." With a heavy heart, he turns and walks away, leaving Daniel and the uncertain future of their relationship behind.

Nico stops in his tracks, his hand on the doorknob as he turns back to face Daniel. "What do you mean?" he asks, a note of defensiveness creeping into his voice. He knows he's been struggling to process his own emotions, but he's been trying to listen to Daniel, to understand what he needs. "I've been trying to figure out how to make things right between us. I thought that's what we were talking about." He takes a step closer, his eyes searching Daniel's face. "What am I missing, Daniel? Please, tell me how I can do better."

Nico's brow furrows, confusion and frustration warring within him. "What do you mean?" he asks, his voice tinged with annoyance. "I've been honest about my feelings, about how much I care for you." But even as he says the words, a small, nagging voice in the back of his mind whispers that there's more to the truth than he's admitting. He looks at Daniel, sensing that there's something deeper he's missing. "Explain it to me, Daniel. What am I not seeing?"

Nico's eyes widen in shock, a flush creeping up his neck as Daniel's words hit home. He feels like he's been punched in the gut, the breath knocked out of him. "That's not true," he protests, but the denial rings hollow even to his own ears. He thinks back over their conversations, the ways he's skirted around discussing his true emotions, and the frequency with which sex has been his go-to escape. "I... I wasn't trying to avoid anything," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just didn't know how to express myself any other way." He looks at Daniel, a mix of shame and vulnerability in his eyes. "Am I that transparent?"