Chapter 11 - Reece #2
Nick’s grin remained as he pinched Reece’s nipple, surprising him. He arched his back and hissed, thankful for the music thrumming through the apartment. Reece wanted Nick inside of him. Wanted Nick’s lips all over his skin. Wanted to hear him and taste him and feel all of him.
“What’s this you’re wearin’ for me, hm?” Nick asked as he felt along the thin silk straps weaving around his ribs and waist. Reece had forgotten all about them, hadn’t even felt them there when Nick’s hand was so distracting.
“You can’t see it yet, stop.” He pushed Nick’s hand away and bent forward, laying his chest over Nick’s and brushing their cheeks together. “I’ll show you after dinner.”
“Wanna see now.”
“No!” Reece kissed Nick’s neck and then scrambled off of him. “I can show you your going-away gift though.”
“Is that what that basket’s for?”
“Don’t be a jerk,” Reece huffed but smiled as he grabbed the basket and brought it over, setting it on the coffee table while Nick sat up, adjusting his dick in his joggers. It was hard to stay focused but Reece closed his eyes and he took a deep breath before taking a seat next to Nick.
“What’s this about…”
“I couldn’t send you off with nothing.” He laughed. “So I put together some things for you. To celebrate the trip and to keep you comfy. Especially on the flight.”
“You’re too damn much.” Nick clicked his tongue and looked around at all the things, seeming not to know where to begin.
“For the flight, I got you some compression gear, noise cancellation headphones—which are super comfy, so you can wear them for a long time and they won’t hurt your ears.
That way you can nap without Dec bugging you.
Some high protein snacks, with extras in case you’re compelled to share.
There’s a self-care pack in there with moisturizer, sunscreen, and those face masks you like.
There’s an eye mask to help you sleep, too. ”
“You’re cute as fuck.”
Nick grabbed Reece by his wrist and tugged him to his feet and into his arms. Reece hugged him back and just laughed, thinking he’d be happy even if they just stayed like that for the remainder of the night.
But of course, they both had other plans—desires that needed fulfilling before the night was over.
A not-so-subtle cough from the open walkway that led to the kitchen had the pair tearing apart from each other.
Reece was only surprised when it was he who pulled away first and not Nick.
Reece didn’t recognize the elder chef, but by the look he was giving Nick, Reece was certain these two weren’t strangers.
They were left alone for their meal, and Reece was floored not only by the delicious aroma, but the presentation.
The few times Reece had eaten there, they sat at the bar, where Nick claimed he typically ate, but tonight the table was set for two and the whole thing seemed a bit romantic to Reece.
The fact that their places were set next to instead of across from each other really made him want to squeal.
“Everything looks delicious,” Reece said as he sat down, beaming at Nick when he did the same. “Almost as good as you.”
“Yeah, I know you’d rather be sucking my dick than eating right now,” Nick mused.
“So? You probably want to eat me more than you want to eat too,” Reece teased, with heat rushing to his cheeks.
“Don’t tempt me with a good time.”
“Shush, you!” Reece bumped his foot against Nick’s. “Thank you for the food. Let’s eat.”
“The sooner we eat, the sooner I can fuck that mouth of yours.”
“Is my mouth all you can think about?”
Reece grabbed his fork and picked up a slice of tender cut beef, taking a bite from it while brushing his knee against Nick’s.
“No different than you not bein’ able to get my dick outta your head.”
Swallowing before his laughter bubbled up, Reece held his free hand in front of his mouth as he said, “Except… you’re the one who keeps bringing your dick into the conversation.”
“Shut up, Ree,” Nick scoffed, nudging his leg back with his knee, both of them grinning as they ate.
It was by far Reece’s favorite dinner with Nick, because even though it would be their last for a while, it was a time when Reece could truly recognize how much things had changed between them, even in such a short time.
Since Nick stopped worrying about Reece wanting more, it had been smooth sailing between them.
They were at ease together, and it didn’t quite feel like things were lacking between them.
Even if they didn’t kiss. Even if there were no “I love yous.” Even if they didn’t have a label for what they were to each other.
When their eyes locked, Reece always had the same sense of ease and comfort. He knew Nick cared about him and could tell Nick was enjoying their time together as much as Reece was. He’d never been happier.
After dinner, Reece stood first, stacking their plates together. But before he could get anywhere with the dishes, Nick was behind him, bending Reece over the table.
“Nicky! You’ll make me break something—” Reece stopped talking at the feel of Nick hard and pressing against him.
“What was that? You want me to break you, Kitten?”
Groaning, Reece couldn’t argue one bit, even if it wasn’t what he’d been saying at all. “Yeah…”
“These damn leggings”—He shifted, bending his knees and rising up again, all just to grind his erection easily between Reece’s cheeks thanks to how thin his pants were—“are just fuckin’ askin’ to be ripped.”
“Be good, Nicky,” Reece purred, hole clenching, cock pressed against the side of the table. “If you want to take me, then do it. No teasing.”
Nick growled and Reece moaned, teeth sinking into his lower lip when Nick pulled back just far enough to snake his hand between them, to let his fingers glide where his cock had just been.
They were more precise but reminded Reece that he wanted to show off his lingerie to Nick before his clothes were destroyed.
“O-on second thought,”—Reece stood, grabbing Nick’s wrist as he straightened, looking back over his shoulder—“I want to move this to your bedroom.”
“Let’s go then,” Nick said, but still took the time to turn Reece so he faced him fully, hands grasping Reece’s soft and plump cheeks, gripping them at the same time he lifted Reece off the floor.
Reece just laughed, wound his legs around Nick’s waist, and happily allowed himself to be carried all the way to Nick’s bedroom.
It was all light and flirty and happy until they got inside.
Until Nick kicked the bedroom door shut with one foot and then pinned Reece’s back to it, eager mouth latching onto Reece’s throat.
Reece held fast to Nick’s head, blunt-tipped nails scratching down the back of his head, where his fade tapered off.
Right there against the door, Reece lost himself.
Lost himself in Nick’s hands, his mouth, his heat.
Whether it was minutes or hours later, by the time Reece was moved to Nick’s bed, his dick was throbbing.
He had this whole crazy idea about stripping for Nick—showing off his sexy lingerie and posing all prettily for him—but Reece could do nothing as Nick started stripping first. Inch after inch of dark skin and rippling muscles were revealed.
And those joggers… hanging so low. Reece gulped, watching Nick’s thumbs hook into the band and push them down, down, down until he was stepping out of them and left in nothing but a pair of briefs that barely contained the length of him.
“God—I want it inside,” Reece moaned.
“And you’ll get it,” Nick said, hauling him by his hips to the edge of the bed and moving both legs over his left shoulder, hands roaming over Reece’s leggings.
Then his fingers were digging into the material, gathering it at Reece’s thighs and tugging them down until his ass was bare, and then the full length of his legs. “Damn, Ree. So smooth for me.”
All for you, Reece didn’t say, but that truth was on the tip of his tongue, and heavy on his mind.
While Nick was distracted with Reece’s legs, Reece swiftly removed his own shirt, tossing it aside so that Nick could see the black silk harness he wore.
It wove around his chest, top and bottom, purposely accentuating it to give it a slightly softer appearance.
It hugged his waist too, and then his ass.
In this, Reece was perfectly comfortable and accessible, and Nick’s hungry gaze told Reece he loved it.
“Your last gift of the night,” Reece said, his arousal fueling his boldness. “There’s a bow on the back side above my ass. Tiny one.”
“Best one yet.” Nick’s tongue met Reece’s ankle and slowly trailed up his leg between hot, open-mouthed kisses.
He spread Reece’s legs and settled between them, slotting his cock against Reece’s as Nick leaned over him, tongue and mouth working their way up inch by inch to peaked nipples, sucking and biting them in turn.
Reece was already quaking. Too empty. Too hard. Leaking. Always a mess for Nick.
“No plug tonight?”
“No sir,” Reece said teasingly, a coy smile on his lips. “You’ll have to work for it.”
“Oh. It’s like that?” Nick smirked, lips brushing over Reece’s tender nipple with each word.
He closed his lips around it and sucked it harshly before he was standing straight again and rolling Reece onto his front, one hand playfully smacking his left ass cheek a few times.
“Better get you nice and wet first then.”
No amount of bracing himself could prepare Reece for Nick’s tongue.
The way he spread Reece’s cheeks and opened him up and tasted him like Reece was his favorite treat.
His tongue was hot and slick, his saliva soaking Reece’s crack and trailing down his balls.
He was opening up for Nick so easily. No surprise.
Even though it had been a couple of days, Nick and Reece had been going at it regularly enough that Reece’s hole had become accustomed to it—and greedier for it than ever.