Chapter 9 - Reece
The night went nothing like Reece expected it to.
While it had admittedly been strange for Nick to invite Reece out for dinner alone, Reece thought that it was due to the fact that things were going well between them lately and Nick liked that.
Thought that Nick wanted more, in a sense.
That much was true at least, but not true in the way Reece desired most.
Nick clearly wanted him, but he went out of his way to make it abundantly clear that desire was strictly physical. Even though they were friends, he wasn’t willing to get caught up in anything more than that.
I just fuck.
Nick’s words had been playing in Reece’s mind since they left Nick’s mouth. It devastated him to be called out, never feeling more in the spotlight than he had when Nick pinned him against that building and pressed him for a confession Reece kept under lock and key. No matter what.
Omit the whole truth. Give him enough of it to deflect his concerns.
Reece wanted all of Nick, but he also wanted any part of Nick he could get.
If that meant only getting to have sex with him on Nick’s time then Reece would take it.
No matter what he wanted most, Reece was willing to settle if it meant he could still have Nick.
Because Nick was who Reece had always wanted.
His first true crush. His inspiration and muse.
The object of Reece’s desires. Nick was perfect for Reece.
Tall, dark, sexy as hell, with dick so good it was no wonder Reece couldn’t help wanting it.
But it was more than all that. It was Nick’s strength in all things, his big fragile heart, and all the little moments they shared.
He didn’t need hearts and flowers. Didn’t even need cuddles and kisses.
Reece just needed Nick. Needed those smoldering, deep blue eyes watching him.
That shameless mouth telling him everything he didn’t know he wanted to hear.
Those strong hands on him. His presence, as close as Reece could have him.
By some miracle, Reece was able to convince Nick that he didn’t care about anything more than having a good time, and Reece was beside himself with relief and joy to know that, even if only for a little while, he still had Nick.
And not only had Nick—who apparently hated dates—took Reece to dinner, but he brought him to the movie theater too.
“Nicky, what are we doing here?” Reece asked after his helmet was carefully removed by Nick.
Nick’s hand reached out, palm up, taking Reece’s until he stepped off the bike. Then they began walking toward the theater together. “Isn’t it obvious? We’re here to play.”
“Kinky Nicky,” Reece said softly under his breath, cheeks warm. He wrapped his arms around Nick’s left as they stepped up from the parking lot to the walkway approaching the ticket window, getting in line behind several other people. “But what will we play?”
If Nick even looked his way, Reece doubted he could stay quiet. So, if Nick touched him…
Nick slid his hands in his pockets but didn’t try to shake Reece off of him, so Reece gladly just kept holding on. “You’ll see.”
And see he did…
The movie Nick chose for them was an action-packed comedy, loud enough to drown out any sounds Reece made, and thankfully mostly empty.
Because Nick didn’t waste a second sliding one of his huge hands between Reece’s legs and over his cock, making it hard with embarrassing ease.
He teased Reece through his pants until he was gasping and trembling, holding onto Nick’s wrist with both hands and staring into his eyes pleadingly.
“Is this really all it takes to get you purring like this?”
“B-but… you’re hard too,” Reece said, licking his lips to moisten them as his eyes fell to Nick’s lap, to the impossible-to-miss bulge there. He wanted to touch it, wanted to reach for it, but all Reece could do was twitch his hips and grind his own cock into Nick’s hand.
“Yeah, so… Does my dick excite you more than my hand?”
“Yeah,” Reece breathed, answering honestly. Nick’s hand on him was heavenly, but Nick’s cock…
There was no comparison.
Reece inched a hand onto Nick’s leg, then over his hard length of his cock, squeezing it through his loose jeans. “Can I play with it? Please, Nicky?”
“Not with your hand,” Nick said, moving it off of him, but Reece only turned in his seat, giving Nick his undivided attention. “But you can use your mouth.”
And just like that, Reece’s mouth was watering, and he was sliding out of his seat and onto his knees because there was nothing he wanted more than to have Nick in his mouth—to taste him, to pleasure him.
“Didn’t say you had to get on your damn knees,” Nick grunted, but Reece was already working him free of his jeans, and moaning at the sheer size of him. Massive. Long and thick and veiny.
Inhaling shakily, Reece leaned in, first licking his lips, and then the tip of Nick, at the same time he took it into his mouth.
There was already a taste of him beading at the slit, enough to have Reece sucking and moaning in delight.
He’d blow Nick’s mind before the movie was over.
But first, he had to tease the foreskin, trail his tongue around it.
Nick didn’t say another word. He inhaled sharply, though, and his legs spread a bit wider.
He tasted like pure sin, the kind Reece could get addicted to.
No hands… Nick said he could use his mouth only, which meant it was up to Reece’s tongue to peel that skin back and free the head of Nick’s cock.
Reece never expected Nick to be so sensitive though.
He seemed to be struggling severely even to keep his ass planted in the seat, like the urge to thrust into Reece’s mouth—into his throat—was too great.
Reece wouldn’t have minded one bit, but it pleased him that Nick fought to keep himself still, to just allow Reece to move at his own pace and do what he wanted.
He’d longed for this opportunity, to be the sole giver of Nick’s pleasure.
Reece didn’t think of his own cock, hard in his jeans, aching and probably leaking just like Nick.
Getting to kiss and suck on Nick only turned him on more, but his own pleasure could wait.
It would have to, because Nick’s dick was throbbing in his mouth.
Reece let his hands rest on Nick’s thighs, fisting his loose jeans as Reece used nothing but his mouth on Nick, slowly bobbing his head as he took him in, then sucked his way off.
For a while, Reece was engrossed in his task, his eyes closed, but when he felt Nick’s hips jerk, he opened them, tongue swirling around the tip as he glanced up to find those deep blue eyes on him, Nick’s mouth hanging open, his hands gripping the armrests as if he might rip them clean off the seats.
And Reece still hadn’t peeled that skin down.
That face made Reece want to pull off and ask if Nick liked it—if he was doing a good job—even though he already knew the truth.
Hearing Nick say it would be so good. Maybe too good.
Reece didn’t dare take his mouth off Nick to try and speak though.
He just kept sucking, and kissing on it, lips trailing firm suckles down the underside on his way to tease Nick’s balls.
He sucked one into his mouth, fondling it with his tongue.
Nick’s head tipped back, resting against his chair, throat bobbing, and Reece’s stomach coiled tight with a heat that was searing him from the inside out.
He shifted on his knees and pressed his thighs together, doing everything he could to keep his hands on Nick’s thighs so he only used his mouth, and so he wouldn’t touch himself because that’s what he really wanted to do.
And if he did… he’d definitely make a mess in his pants and surely Nick would never let him live it down.
But the threat was there, pulsing between his legs more and more as Nick’s breaths hastened and his grip on the armrests tightened further.
Reece felt breathless himself, but kept his mouth sealed around Nick’s cock, tongue circling along the edge of his foreskin over and over and over, until he had the tip free.
It was an angry shade of red, and when Reece trailed his tongue over it, Nick moaned.
The sound echoed in the theater, which had gone silent at the same instant Nick let out that sound.
The movie transitioned to a new scene, and a fun pop tune filled the theater along with a narration by the main character, but Reece worried people might’ve heard Nick.
And yet Nick didn’t look around the theater to see if anyone had their eyes on him.
He just stared down at Reece, brows furrowed, lips parted, and blue eyes filled with intense heat.
It wasn’t even fair how hot he was, how hot he made Reece.
Nick was close. Reece could taste it. Feel it. And he wanted it. Needed Nick’s cum on his tongue, needed that release like it was a reward he’d been chasing for years. But he slowed down because it was just too soon. Reece wanted to keep his mouth on Nick for as long as he could.
“Ree,” Nick growled the instant he knew what Reece was doing.
Reece’s cock twitched in response, but he just mouthed kisses along the side of Nick’s shaft, continuing at his leisurely pace.
Then one of those huge hands laid over his head, gripping his hair a second later, and Reece almost came on the spot.
Nick tugged on his hair hard enough to force his mouth to pull back, and Reece panted, sticking his tongue out to try and get more, that long and hard dick just out of reach.
“Stop,” Reece moaned, fighting against Nick’s grip on his hair to get his mouth back on the bobbing cock in front of him, and when Nick allowed it, Reece didn’t hesitate to take Nick fully into his mouth once more.
It didn’t seem fair that Nick could use his hands while Reece couldn’t, but Reece didn’t mind too much. Not when Nick’s hand on him, guiding him, felt so right. So perfect.