Chapter 19 - Reece #2
Reece didn’t even want to think about that. Didn’t want to think about how much more complicated things would be once Nick was drafted.
“Kenny already misses you, you know,” Reece teased. It was true, the man definitely thought about Nick as much as Reece did. Or, almost at least.
Nick cocked a brow. “‘Kenny’?”
“Yeah, I don’t know if you noticed, but he’s like the best cook ever. Funny too.”
“How the hell do you even know anything about him?”
“Ah! Umm… Well, I was there, you know, checking on things for you, but so was he. He made me dinner. Since then, we have dinner… sometimes.” They’d been having dinner every night.
Not even just every night, but when Kent wasn’t preparing breakfast ahead of time, he was preparing it early in the mornings.
He even packed lunch for Reece. He was so kind and sweet, and Reece had come to care for him.
“Just dinner sometimes?” Nick snorted. “And you’re already soft on him.”
“Hey! He’s easy to like, okay? Kent’s a sweetheart, so you’d better check in with him.”
“I will,” Nick grumbled. “Don’t get your panties in a twist.”
“I’m not wearing any.”
Reece laughed when Nick looked down at his legs, reached over, and tugged the waistband of his pants to peek under them. Reece didn’t lie, and seeing as much was enough of a distraction to save Reece from having to confess just how much time he’d been spending at Nick’s place.
“That your way of teasin’ me?”
Cheeks heating, Reece shook his head. “No, Nicky. You can have whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want, huh?”
Reece could hardly brace himself before Nick was on him, lips on his throat, arms around him.
“Careful…”
“Nicky… Mean it,” Reece hummed, tipping his head back to expose his throat to Nick’s exploring lips. He gasped when Nick suddenly sucked at the skin.
“And if I said I wanted to fuck you right here on this bench?”
“Right now?” Reece moaned, hooking his leg around Nick’s waist and then sliding over to straddle him, arms winding around his neck. His heart was pounding just thinking about it—and it was no surprise that he was already hard. It never took Nick much to get Reece worked up.
But what Reece did find surprising was that Nick was hard too.
“Should’ve fuckin’ known you’d be down,” Nick said with a snort, grabbing Reece’s ass and lifting him just enough to shift slightly, to get his dick in a better position—one Reece could sit on and grind on perfectly. “Don’t take much for my little kitten to go into heat, does it…”
“Not little,” Reece breathed, cradling Nick’s face in his hands, fingertips tickling his ears before sliding down his neck and to his shoulders, which he massaged slowly, having little awareness of his rolling hips.
“Aw. Want me to remind you how little you are?”
Reece wasn’t opposed. He just wanted Nick, whatever he could get and however he could get it.
He needed to be reminded of how Nick felt inside him again. Needed to taste him, breathe him in, and take all that Nick had to offer.
“Remind me, Nicky…”
Nick seized Reece’s hair, gripping it tight and holding him so still his breath hitched.
Nick’s lips were so close to his in that same instant that it was almost a kiss, because Reece felt them—a graze so slight it was little more than a passing breeze, but the connection affected Reece all the same.
A familiar but surprisingly intense pull formed low in his stomach and, without thinking, Reece leaned in, chasing those lips for more.
He didn’t want to be teased. Oh, how long he’d waited to feel those lips on his own—to be kissed senseless by Nick…
But Nick evaded him, craning his head aside further and further.
Reece stopped to whine, to breathe, to grind harder on Nick.
Only when he stopped did Nick lean back in, gently bumping and rubbing his nose against Reece’s, inching his lips closer still.
Reece parted his further, heart pounding in time with the pulsing of his cock.
He moaned, wanting Nick’s lips on his so bad he was willing to beg for it, but he was delirious with need just that easily, breathless and licking his lips as his only form of request. Nick just continued to deny him.
And for some reason, the only thing Reece felt in response to the denial was pure longing, a hunger that ran so deep he didn’t think it would ever be sated. Nick was taunting him, proving how much power he held over Reece. And Reece… Well, it was turning him on even more.
The grip on Reece’s hair remained tight, Nick tugging to tip his head back and then licking up his exposed throat.
“Not there, Nicky…”
Nick bit him, just hard enough to make him gasp, and said, “Where then?”
“You know…”
For some reason, Reece couldn’t say it. Even if Nick knew how badly he wanted to be kissed, Reece couldn’t voice that desire clearly. It was different to have Nick teasing him with a just-out-of-reach kiss than to have him tell Reece he wouldn’t kiss him.
“Here?” Nick said into his ear, breath so hot it made Reece shudder. He took the pierced lobe between his teeth, tugging just hard enough to have a deep groan tearing out of Reece’s throat.
Not there, Reece wanted to say. But also yes. There. Everywhere. Anywhere.
Nick kissed along his jaw, his chin, and just as he neared Reece’s lips once more, the sound of laughter broke through the fog of arousal over him.
“Shit.”
Reece didn’t have time to think. He was still registering those foreign voices as Nick stood from the bench, lifting Reece up with him.
And instead of putting him down, which Reece expected, even if he was still reeling from Nick lifting him like that, Nick just switched positions so he could carry Reece like he was some blushing bride.
A thought that didn’t sound too bad to Reece.
It was dizzying. The arousal. Being carried by Nick and how quickly he moved.
When Reece’s back met a smooth stone wall, Nick manipulated his body to his liking once more, spreading Reece’s legs and settling between them.
They were both hard, erections grinding together as Nick pressed against him, suckling at Reece’s throat as if he had every intent of marking him.
Reece could only hold on and moan as his neck and collarbones were ravaged. Nick’s hands and mouth didn’t leave him for long, not even as they stumbled their way back to the camp, ignoring everyone they passed as they retired to Nick’s room for the night.
“Whatever I want,” Nick said as he closed the door. Reece dropped his bottoms and removed his shirt. Nick’s words were a reminder of Reece’s from earlier—as if he might take them back.
Reece swallowed, keeping still long enough to watch Nick strip his shirt. Every motion made his muscles stretch and flex.
“Whatever you want,” Reece promised, and then crawled on the bed. He got on his knees, ass in the air, body entirely bare.
“Look at you…” Nick came to the bed and playfully smacked Reece on the ass. “You just want me fuckin’ you good, right, baby?”
“Please…”
“On your back,” Nick said, flipping Reece himself as he got into bed, still in the process of removing his own bottoms. He slid between Reece’s legs, spreading them wide.
Reece squeaked as his face was grabbed, Nick leaning down until their noses were touching.
“Keep your eyes on me, Kitten. Until I’m done with you, don’t you dare look away. Or else…”
Or else what? Reece wanted to question him, but he couldn’t.
Not when Nick released his face to slide two fingers into his mouth instead.
Reece sucked on them reflexively, his eyes heavy but locked on those deep blue eyes above him.
Endless, like a summer sky. Nick’s brows were pulled together, a look not of concentration but of an aching need.
Reece recognized it—wanted to ease that crease with gentle kisses.
Reece didn’t get the chance, and forgot all about it by the time Nick had a finger inside him.
Nick’s eyes were heavy too, lids so low the blue of his irises were barely visible.
It wasn’t easy, but Reece kept forcing his eyes open, kept making sure that he was watching Nick as requested.
He noted every time Nick’s jaw tensed. When his brow furrowed deeper.
The way he breathed through parted lips. How his eyes trailed.
He was just wondering how Nick could look at him like he very much wanted to devour Reece, when Nick took his own cock in his hand and stroked it a few times.
Reece couldn’t see since he was focused on Nick’s face, but he could imagine the drag of Nick’s foreskin.
Then the tip was pressing into Reece. And the rest of it.
Inch after inch, until Reece was so full that he could only coo at Nick in bliss.
At first, Reece was so engrossed in the moment that he didn’t realize how slow Nick was fucking him.
But he did notice the way Nick’s head lolled every now and then.
How he exhaled in deep groans, alternating between long thrusts and sensual grinding.
Reece’s cock was sandwiched between them, Nick’s abs rubbing over it again and again.
He was going to come. He was going to actually go insane. Reece was trembling and moaning, pitch so high he might’ve been embarrassed if he could be bothered to care. But not when Nick was making him feel so good.
Reece was going to come. He was going to come, and Nick’s face was distorting because tears were pooling in his eyes and then they were rolling back.
“Not yet, Ree,” Nick breathed. “Wait on me. Keep your eyes on mine.”
Reece couldn’t think, but he followed Nick’s words, the tears in his eyes spilling over when he blinked. Nick’s tongue collected them, his pace slow but steady, and it took everything Reece had in him not to come until Nick was spilling inside him, and only then did he find his release.
Nick was still holding him after Reece’s breathing evened—Nick’s face relaxed, eyes ten times softer.
Brighter even. Reece almost thanked him, almost just blurted out how Nick was a literal God in bed and Reece wanted to fuck him forever, but then Nick rested his weight on Reece and kissed his brow so tenderly that Reece wouldn’t dare utter a single word.
Another tear escaped his eye, and Reece hugged Nick around his back from under his arms, burying his face against Nick’s neck. The weekend wasn’t even over yet, but he already missed Nick so much.