Myka POV
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! "Get up Myka! You're gonna be late for your TA Gig with Professor Nole! My roommate and best friend for the last three years screamed and pounded on my door. I sat up and threw my pillow at his head as he opened the door. That infuriating man just dodged my pillow and laughed at me.
I half groaned when I yelled at him "You know it is a damn good thing you're so hot, or I would chop your dick off!" He laughed again and said with his distinctive Irish-accented English. "Now love, ya know after ya and I had our fun fuckin ya wouldna take the only real thing I got goin for me. Ya not that heartless love." "Well, as you would say, Sodd Off! I was sleepin!" I grumbled.
Nico, what can I say about Nico...When I first met him my brain literally short-circuited. He was the single most attractive man I had EVER seen in real life and that is saying something, seeing as I had moved here from the land of mansions, movie stars and swimming pools. Nico is short for Nicolas, which he hates, cause only his Aunt Millie calls him that. She told him it was because it is what his mother named him when he was born in Ireland.
He had to move to the states where his Auntie was living for work, when his Momma died from untreatable cancer. He said that he had spoken to his Auntie many times about her twin and why she didn't go get help before he turned four years old for her cancer. His Aunt Millie only ever told him that "She had her reasons Mo buachaill." Child services attempted to find his father. Which was difficult to say the least, as his birth record showed his mother as Ava Neev Kelly and his father as Kian Boru McFae. Who never seemed to exist, according to a search for the last 50 years of the General Registers Office and Local Studies Centre for County Clare Library.
That had been another question that he tried to get answers from his Auntie about and again, his Auntie avoided a direct answer, saying "It is enough that ya are here and that ya were born from love. Cause she did love your Da, Mo buachaill. Vera much." He said that was all he knew of his parents and where he came from, outside a few songs his mother used to sing to him "in the Irish", as he called it.
He did well in school and could have taken an academic scholarship but decided on a scholarship for a full ride on the football team for our college. He said the only reason that he chose our school was because he could play ball for Crimson and Major in Astrophysics and Minor in Engineering. I swear he is gonna build spaceships far more technologically advanced than our current rockets.
Nico has shoulder-length straight jet-black hair, an olive tone to his skin like he was born in Greece instead of Ireland and striking, teal-colored eyes. When we talked about his features cause Damn, how could I not? He said his hair was from his Ma and Aunt Millie. That was all.
He stands tall at about six and a half feet. I think he is tall anyways. I am only five-foot-five. He is also muscled as hell. He must weigh like 250 or 275 pounds, and his body is almost a complete V above the waist and a set of parentheses below the waist. I understand the reason that he looks that way below the waist from a different point of view. That man has a truly beautiful cock. I can say that because I have used it and occasionally still do.
Meeting Nico here in freshman year was a God send. My Dad had not sent living expenses yet, and I was at college with no dorm. He saw me in the courtyard looking around because, of course, I was lost. He walked right up to me with a panty melting smile and his Americanized Irish Lilt and said, " 'Ello love, would ya like to room with me?" That was the moment I became a puddle of Goo. I could not speak, could not force one sound out of me, so I nodded my head once.
His reply was" Wonderful love, are ya all registered then?" I managed a shake of my head and whispered "no." He then took my hand in his and said "All right then, let's get it done so we can get to know one another over dinner. Ok love?" Again, I managed a single nod. His hand still holding mine, he walked me over to registration. It was not until I was giving my information that I learned this beautiful man's name when the Registrar needed to look up his address to fill it in as mine as well.
Mr. Nicolas Christian McFae did not live on campus, so he also found out my name, "Well, Myka Jean Reynolds, I believe it is time we get our bellies full and ourselves settled. Ready to go?" after he watched me nod my head once, he again grabbed my hand. The way that he pushed his fingers through mine for a secure hold on my hand made me feel safe. That was everything! Because of meeting Nico I had felt completely safe for the first time since landing at the airport.
From that moment on, we had a connection like no other. Nico was sexy, sweet, kind and generous even when you woke him up. Unlike me. We had our time in our freshman year to discover that even though the sex was amazing, we were just much better friends.
So, starting our second year of school, we came up with our arrangement. We agreed as consenting adults, that without cheating on any new relationship, if we physically needed each other, we would be there to fill that need for the other. We have been successful for the last two years that we have been in school and living together. I know that Nico is such a big part of who I have become that I cannot imagine my life without him in it. I love my Nico so much.
He knew I was gonna be late, so he gave me a deep sexy kiss and told me to get in the shower and just come to the garage when I am done. He would have everything ready for me. Just like always, Nico met my needs.
I found him waiting at the "less than new" baby blue Chevrolet Tahoe rust spots and all. It had to be like a 2000s model. But hey, it worked and got us around. He had to be at practice sometimes along with working the Janitorial services part-time at the innovations lab at school, and I took a job working as a cashier at the department store just past City Hall.
So, outside of school and work, there was not a whole lot of time for us and social stuff. Which meant he did things like making dinner and treating me to a bath and foot rub after work. I mean really, if there were a fairy-tale "Prince among men" to be found, it would be Nico. No doubt about it.
He has given so much to me in the last three years. I cook and clean and try to help out, but Nico tells me not to worry about it. "Cause love, when ya are a big fancy and all-swanky lawyer lady you can pay for the maid service and I promise I will make it ridiculously expensive, Like one of those topless maids right?" He knows that always cheers me up because I swat his arm and tell him" You're the biggest Dirty Dog! Flying Space Kennel and all!" We are certainly a pair.