Chapter 11 - Reece
Tomorrow Nick would officially be leaving for L.A.
to participate in the one-month training camp he, Declan, and Alex had all been anticipating.
For weeks, Reece prepared for it too, and dreaded it all the same.
The idea of it being his last day with Nick, and having no idea where that would leave them standing, made him so anxious that ignoring it was all he wanted to do.
He’d cheer Nick on always, of course, and he was proud of him, but Reece hated being left behind.
He told himself to stay cheerful, at least until Nick was gone, but hidden behind the smile he’d been sporting all day were threatening tears.
He’d miss Nick like crazy. A month was like an eternity. Especially since they’d been spending so much time together. Since their friends-with-benefits relationship began, Reece and Nick hadn’t spent more than a full day apart from each other.
They fucked a lot, but not always. There were times when Nick came over and they ended up napping on the couch after a movie or two.
Sometimes they didn’t even make it through a full movie before they were napping.
Nick’s cuddles were the best, always made Reece sleep so soundly, and he was going to crave Nick’s closeness every single day until he was back home.
Of course, Reece was determined to stay strong and not seem as if he’d miss Nick too much.
He didn’t want Nick to think he was being too clingy, and he didn’t want to make him worry either.
He’d been so busy too, preparing for the trip, that he’d been tired the last two times they were together.
Reece didn’t mind one bit that Nick wanted to lie with him and just sleep, even if Nick had an effortless way of keeping him horny.
More than anything, Reece just wanted his company.
Reece took the day off to spend with Nick, and was glad that Nick chose to spend his last night at home with him of all people. The day before, Reece got waxed and he had a morning at the spa to make sure he was clean and soft and fuckable for the night ahead.
Most of the time they spent their time together at Reece’s, but since Nick’s flight was early the next morning, they’d be at Nick’s for the evening.
At home after the spa and Reece’s last-minute preparations, he changed out of his day clothes and into the black lace lingerie he’d chosen for the evening. He was in the middle of moisturizing his legs when Nick texted him.
Nicky: Be there soon
Reece didn’t respond but hurried with his lotion and shimmied into the black capri leggings he chose for the night and the over-sized cream, cashmere sweater. His face was clean but he reapplied some moisturizer and brushed his hair before checking over Nick’s gifts.
The basket he made wasn’t wrapped, but Reece carefully placed everything to make it look as nice as possible and tied a black bow around the basket itself. He planned to take a cab to Nick’s, but when Nick offered to pick him up instead, Reece requested he do so in his car instead of on the bike.
He’d miss that bike though.
Nick was knocking on his door before he felt ready, and then letting himself in before Reece could make it into the living room.
“What’d I tell you about leaving this door unlocked?”
“No chiding me today,” Reece said, but the back of his neck heated up. Nick had come over so often to his door being unlocked and scolded him for it every time.
Reece blamed Nick for making him forget, because just looking at him was enough to send him spiraling.
Nick looked like a tall drink of water. Or maybe a double shot of dark liquor, and Reece was thirsty as hell.
His hands were in the pockets of his baggy black joggers, the ankles the only part of them that was fitted.
Reece couldn’t see the waistband of them thanks to Nick’s long gray, black, and white tee, but he already knew how low they were on those hips.
Over the last few weeks, Reece had become very accustomed to Nick’s body.
“You look comfy and fuckable,” Reece said with a bright smile and Nick smirked.
“You too, Kitten.”
It was hard not to squeal, but Reece kept it together and skipped into the kitchen to get the gift basket off the table. Thankfully, it had handles so Reece was able to hold it behind his back without trouble.
“I’m ready. Can you get my bag and lock up for me?”
“I’m the only fuckin’ one who locks up around here. Your ass better start listening to me.”
“Okay, Nicky, okay.” Reece laughed, walking out first when Nick opened the door and waiting as Nick locked it.
Reece had a mini backpack with all the things he needed inside, including a change of clothes in case of…
accidents. It looked out of place slung over Nick’s shoulder, but Nick carried it like it was no big deal.
If Reece’s hands weren’t busy with the basket, he’d be glued to Nick’s arm.
His rich and sweet scent had Reece wanting to lean into him and breathe him in forever, but he had to settle for now.
Nick opened the trunk for Reece to put the basket inside, and pointedly looked away when Reece demanded he not look.
Once they were in the car and buckled up, Reece leaned over the center console, propping his left forearm on it as he reached over with his right hand to stroke up and down Nick’s thigh. It was too hard to be patient when their time was so limited.
“I thought about you fucking me all. Damn. Day,” he admitted unabashedly, nose skimming up Nick’s arm, finally closer, though still not close enough. He smelled so good, and Reece wanted his mouth all over him.
“We haven’t even had dinner yet,” Nick snorted and Reece laughed as he got back in his seat properly.
“Fine, I’ll behave,” he said, relenting, but then Nick was reaching over and slipping his hand between his legs instead.
“I love these fuckin’ things,” Nick hummed as he pinched the thin material of the leggings, tugging it and letting it slap back against Reece’s skin.
Reece laughed again, softer this time. “I know.” He learned that only a week before, when Nick came over earlier than anticipated and caught him in the middle of a yoga session.
Reece had been fucked on the mat, against the wall, and on the counter with the leggings still on.
He’d never forget it. “What are we having for dinner?”
“Steak,” he said simply, and Reece curled his left arm around Nick’s right, since it was so close, his right hand feeling up Nick’s arm to distract himself from the huge hand on his thigh.
“Steak’s good…”
Reece learned once they reached Nick’s that not only were they having steak but Nick had someone preparing it for them, in his kitchen.
It wasn’t a secret that Nick didn’t let just anyone into his place, his safe haven.
He hadn’t when he lived at the family home he’d inherited after his parents’ deaths and not when he lived in the Coastal Miami dorms. Not since he moved into his new apartment either.
Nick was strict about who he got close to and how close he let them get, so Reece was curious.
“Ignore him,” Nick told Reece when he was trying to peek into the kitchen, the sound of practiced chopping drawing his attention.
Reece looked to Nick in surprise, once again hiding the basket behind his back. “You have someone cooking?”
Nick grunted his confirmation as he plopped down on the couch.
Reece set the basket on the floor beside one of the chairs and joined him, sitting so close he might as well have been on top of Nick, and they leaned into one another simultaneously, so naturally that it felt rehearsed.
Reece tipped his head back and Nick’s lips met his throat.
Soft and firm and knowing. One kiss, a flick of his tongue, and then that suckle that always made Reece melt.
How was he supposed to behave when Nick was coming for him like this?
Reece wrapped his arms around Nick’s neck, hands fisting his shirt, and pulled him closer while pressing his body closer.
Something between a giggle and a moan carried across the room from Reece, and it was all soft and sexy fun until Nick had a handful of his hair, holding tight to it and manipulating Reece’s head to his liking—so he could lick and nip and suck at every exposed inch of his throat.
With his breathing labored already, Reece could only accept whatever Nick gave him as he was lowered onto his back and his shirt was easily pushed up to his collarbones.
While he held it with one hand, Nick laid his free hand over Reece’s hardening cock and slid it up, feeling up the entirety of his torso and slipping under the sweater where it was bunched up before grasping his throat.
His hand was so big it wrapped all the way around to the back, and Reece gulped.
“Nicky…”
Nick pulled back, separating himself from Reece long enough to leave him pouting but just until he put on some music. Then Nick was back, looking at him with his hair all mussed up, his sweater a mess, chest and stomach bared, leggings doing nothing to conceal his erection.
“Closer, Nicky, don’t tease.” Reece grabbed him by his shirt and hauled him closer, turning to face the couch as he guided Nick into lying just there, and together they rolled until Nick was on his back and Reece was on top of him, ass right over his hardening cock.
“Oh, God… I missed him,” he said, referring to that glorious monster beneath him as he rocked on it, their soft clothing making it so easy to be slotted together.
“Oh yeah?” Nick grinned, one arm resting under his head while the other trailed up Reece’s skin under his shirt.
“Yeah… You’ve been making me wait so long.”
“You mean you didn’t play with yourself since last time?”
“No! Wanted to wait for you…”