Kiss & Tell | Nicolandria FF

Part 24 - Nic

Nic was sprawled out on the couch, watching Taylor and Olandria talk, when Pepe suddenly walked over.

"Pepeeee," Nic sung, although it was a little hard to talk with his whole chest on the couch, and lazily gave Pepe a handshake.

Pepe was hot enough that it could piss Nic off of if he was insecure. He remembered how fucking irritated he got when Pepe tried to come at Cierra—back when Cierra was the only girl in the villa for him, at least. But Pepe backed off, and now Nic didn't have to worry about comparing himself to the man.

"What's up, man?" Pepe asked, slowly lowering himself on the ground with a groan.

"I can make space for you up here if you want," Nic offered with a giggle. "Old man."

"Hardy har har, shut ya ass up." Pepe rolled his eyes and Nic laughed some more, although that also felt a little uncomfortable with his whole body flush on the couch. "Just checkin' in."

"Checkin in?" Nic echoed in slight confusion.

"Y'know." Pepe motioned his head to Olandria and Taylor. She had her head on his lap, and Taylor was saying something that Nic wanted to hear. "Heard that you two are staying 'just friends.'"

Nic tried to fight his smile as he looked Pepe curiously. "'Just friends.' Why'd you say it like that?"

"Why'd I say it like what?" Pepe tried to ask coyly. When Nic didn't respond, just kept staring at her, Pepe finally snickered. "I don't know who you think you're fooling, but it ain't me."

Nic gasped in faux offense. "No why would I ever try to fool you, good sir? There was no spark so we ceased to explore it."

"So you mean to tell me," Pepe began, with so much seriousness in his face that Nic wanted to laugh, "that you had a crush on her for fucking weeks. Chose to kiss her in almost every challenge. Jumped on the opportunity to pursue her the moment you coupled up with her. Came down stairs with make-up on your face and fucking stars in your eyes. And you didn't feel a fucking spark?"

Nic raised his eyebrows, a bit impressed. "Alright stalker, watching my every move and shit."

"Yeah whatever," Pepe laughed. "I'm just curious as to how you were able to look production in the eye, lie about not feeling a spark, and still sit here feeling good. You don't even look pissed."

Nic shrugged.

What the fuck was he supposed to say?

That for almost half an hour, Olandria straddled his thighs and licked into his mouth in a way that absolutely caused heart palpitations?

That she had to push his mouth away from her neck before he could nibble possessive marks against her pretty skin, kissed half-heart apologies there instead?

That the only reason they stopped was because they heard someone coming down the stairs to use the bathroom and had to hide, suppressing giddy giggles?

That kissing her was kind of like skipping class to kiss his crush in the custodial closet, and it made his body rush with that teenage-esque euphoria?

That when she said 'you better not keep doing this shit,' Nic simply raised an eyebrow at her in challenge.

(And he listened because Nic liked listening to Olandria. He made her breakfast and then asked Taylor to bring it up to her, but not before putting chocolate chips in the shape of an N on the second pancake, because he knew Olandria liked to eat her pancakes one at a time. He touched her innocently, every now and then, just to feel the way she shuddered under his touch, just to giggle at her glare. He made sure to stare her at her the way he was now, just so that she always knew that he was watching her.)