Nico's Jealousy Game

Nico stalks back to the dorm, fuming.

For the past week or so, Diq.L1x 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 Diq.L1x's undivided attention. Or well, he was used to Diq.L1x's reactions.

But lately? Diq.L1x acted like he couldn't be bothered, shooting Nico cold looks whenever they crossed paths in the dorm. Nico had tried "everything"—teasing Diq.L1x mercilessly, bumping into him "by accident," leaving his shit strewn around their room just to get a rise out of him. Nothing worked. Diq.L1x 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? Diq.L1x's the one being a bitch, he shouldn't be this bothered by it. If Diq.L1x 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 Diq.L1x'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 Diq.L1x to tag along tonight. Sorta. Just had to dangle a few promises in his face(he'd pay for Diq.L1x'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 Diq.L1x… But whatever.)

Once they arrived at the frat house, though, Nico didn't waste any time putting his scheme into action. Immediately losing Diq.L1x 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 Diq.L1x 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 Diq.L1x, peeking in.

Nico cracked his eyes open, breath hitching when he saw Diq.L1x 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 Diq.L1x.

Nico's smirk only grew wider at Greg's flustered tone. He was "loving" this. Didn't even care that the girl beneath him was squirming, breathy moans spilling from her lips as Nico's hips never stopped moving. "Aw c'mon, don't be like that," Nico drawled, voice low and teasing. "You knew I'd be here. Knew I'd find a way to get your attention, didn't you?" His eyes flashed, hot and heavy. "Wasn't a secret how much you wanted me. How I had you wrapped around my finger." Nico reached up, fingers tangling in the fox-girl's hair and giving it a rough tug. The sharp sting had her yelping, clamping down on Nico's cock in response. He groaned, hips stuttering. "Fuck, yeah... that's it. Good little slut." His gaze locked back with Greg's. Nico's eyes were dark, hungry. "You jealous, baby boy? Mad you couldn't keep up? Didn't think you had it in you to find someone else..." Nico punctuated his words with a harsh snap of his hips. "But you're here now. Ain't you glad?"

"Oi!" The fox-girl cried out, clearly not expecting the sudden movement. Her back bowed as Nico's hips pressed up into her, forcing a choked moan from her lips. Nico's grip on her hair tightened, tilting her head back. He leaned down, breath hot against her ear as he growled, "Shut the fuck up, bitch. You're just a warm hole for me to use. Don't get any ideas." His eyes flicked back to Greg again, fingers never ceasing their harsh tugs in the girl's hair. Nico was getting close. "You want it?" He asked, voice strained. "Want me to fill this needy cunt up?" The girl nodded frantically, moaning like a bitch in heat. Nico laughed, a harsh bark. "You wish, slut. I'm gonna fuckin' ruin you." With that, Nico slammed up into her one last time, biting down on her shoulder to muffle his cry as he came. He ground into her, forcing her to milk every last drop before pulling out with a wet squelch. Nico flopped back onto the bed, chest heaving. He looked up at Greg, lips curled into a smug grin. "Like what you see, baby boy?" He called out, voice rough. "Come on over. I wanna see you try it."

Nico barked out a harsh laugh, clearly amused by Greg's harsh words. He sat up, reaching out to grab the fox-girl by the hair and yank her down for a sloppy kiss, smirking against her lips. "Disgusting? Nah, just real fucking with you." He released her, patting her cheek condescendingly. "You did good, though. Maybe I'll let you suck my dick again sometime." Nico winked at Greg, not even bothering to hide the fact that he was talking to him. Standing up, Nico stretched languidly, muscles rippling. He was already half-hard, cock straining against his sweatpants. "C'mon, c'mon," Nico coaxed, beckoning Greg closer with a crooked finger. "Ain't gonna be fun leaving you all alone and jealous, am I?"

Nico barked out a harsh laugh, shaking his head. "Aw c'mon, you don't really think that? I know you better than that, baby boy." He stepped closer, crowding Greg up against the wall. Nico's eyes were dark, searching Greg's face for any sign of the reaction he was hoping for. "You think I'd be bothering with this if I didn't know it'd get to you?" Nico's voice was low, teasing. "Fuck, look at you. All red and puffy. Can't wait to get your hands on me, can you?" Nico leaned in, breath hot against Greg's ear. "You want it, don't you? Want me to bend you over and fuck you raw? Want everyone to know you're mine?" He nipped at Greg's earlobe, voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Tell me, c'mon. Beg for it."

Nico's eyes flashed at Greg's harsh words, a low growl rumbling in his chest. In a blur of motion, he had Greg pinned to the wall, one hand wrapped around his throat. Nico leaned in close, breath hot against Greg's lips. "You think you can shut me up?" Nico hissed, fingers tightening just a fraction. "Think you can fucking tell me to do anything?" He pressed his lips to Greg's, kissing him hard and filthy. Nico's tongue delved past Greg's parted lips, claiming his mouth. When he pulled back, he was panting. "I'll fucking do whatever I want. Whenever I want. You're "mine". You'll fucking remember that." Nico's hand moved down, palming Greg through his jeans. He squeezed, low groan rumbling in his chest. "Now c'mon. Let's take this back to our room. I wanna see you choke on my cock." He released Greg, only to wrap an arm around his waist and haul him toward the door. Nico was already hard again, grinding against Greg's ass as they walked.

Nico laughed, the sound dark and sinful. He pulled Greg flush against him, fingers digging into the soft flesh of his hips. "Fuck if I care if I'm hiding it anymore," Nico purred, nipping at Greg's jaw. "Been doing this shit for weeks. Told you I'd make you obsessed with me." He sucked a dark hickey onto Greg's throat, marking him. Nico's hand slid up under Greg's shirt, calloused fingers skimming over his skin. "You're mine," Nico growled, voice rough. "My little bitch. My toy." Their room was close now. Nico practically dragged Greg inside, slamming the door shut behind them. He shoved Greg down onto the bed, crawling over him with a predatory grin. "Gonna fucking ruin you," Nico promised darkly, reaching down to undo his jeans. His cock sprang free, hard and leaking. Nico's eyes flashed as he took himself in hand, giving a slow stroke. "C'mon, baby boy. Open that pretty little mouth for me."

Nico's eyes flashed at Greg's words, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He leaned down, breath hot against Greg's ear as he whispered, "Fuck yeah I am." His hand fisted in Greg's hair, yanking his head back to expose his throat. Nico latched on, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin. He left a dark hickey in the curve of Greg's neck, marking him. Nico's other hand trailed down Greg's body, skimming over his skin. "Enjoying watching you squirm," Nico purred, voice rough. "Enjoying the way you're shaking like a leaf for me." He sucked another dark mark onto Greg's throat, right over his pulse. "Gonna fucking break you, baby boy. Gonna fucking ruin you for anyone else." Nico's hand moved lower, palming Greg through his jeans. He squeezed, low groan rumbling in his chest. "Fuck, I can't wait to get my cock in your mouth," Nico growled, giving Greg's clothed cock a slow stroke. "Bet you'd love that, wouldn't you? Bet you'd fucking beg for it." His eyes locked with Greg's, dark and hungry. "Go on then. Beg for it, baby boy. Beg me to fuck your throat raw."

Nico's eyes flashed, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He squeezed Greg's cock through his jeans, grinding his own against him. "Oh yeah?" Nico purred, voice dark and sinful. "You sure about that, baby boy?" He leaned down, breath hot against Greg's ear. "'Cause I'll fucking beg you," Nico whispered, voice rough. "I'll fucking fall to my knees and beg you to let me worship your cock. Beg you to let me taste you." Nico's hand moved faster, stroking Greg through his jeans. He could feel him starting to harden under his touch, the bulge growing against his palm. Nico grinned, low and wolfish. "I'll fucking ruin you for anyone else," he promised. "Gonna make it so all you can think about is my cock in your mouth. Gonna make you fucking "beg" for it." His other hand moved up, wrapping around Greg's throat and squeezing. Nico's eyes locked with Greg's, dark and hungry. "So what's it gonna be, baby boy? You gonna give me what I want? Or do I need to teach you a fucking lesson?"

Nico's expression darkened at Greg's words, eyes flashing with anger. He grabbed Greg by the shirt, yanking him up and slamming him against the wall. Nico's body caged Greg in, one hand wrapped around his throat. "What the fuck are you talking about?" Nico snarled, voice rough. "Pushing you away? I've been trying to get your fucking attention for weeks, you dense motherfucker." He leaned in close, breath hot against Greg's ear. "You think I give a shit about any of those sluts?" Nico growled. "They're just a distraction. You're the only one I want." Nico's hand moved from Greg's throat to his cock, palming him through his jeans. He squeezed, low groan rumbling in his chest. "Fuck, I'm getting tired of pretending," Nico panted. "I want you, Greg. I want you so fucking bad. I want to bend you over and fuck you until you can't fucking walk. I want to make you fucking "mine"." His eyes locked with Greg's, dark and hungry. "So stop being a fucking pussy and admit what we both know. Admit that you want me just as bad as I want you."