Chapter 6 - Nick #2
“Because of that mouth,” Reece moaned, hips rocking. “Pick it up.”
“Then get off me.”
“No.”
They both laughed and Nick managed to find and grab the soap with Reece clinging to him the whole time. Washing was a blur of more soap than necessary and hands all over the place. Nick’s all over Reece. Reece’s all over him.
By the time they were mostly dry and inside Reece’s room, Nick was stroking himself, the need for stimulation too great to ignore. Reece was the same, getting lube from his dresser and handing it over to Nick without a word.
“How do you want me?”
Nick squeezed the bottle in his hand so tight it popped the cap open and shot out half the contents. Better the lube than him, he supposed, but that pressing need he’d been suffering from was only getting worse.
Before he could answer, Reece’s thighs met the edge of the bed and he leaned over and spread his legs to settle in a more comfortable stance. Nick thought fucking Reece once would get it out of his system, but that was far from what happened. He wanted Reece a thousand times more now.
Reece’s cheeks were flushed, eyes remaining on Nick as he stepped closer.
Reece had always been attractive, nobody in their right mind would deny it, but like this…
Like this, he was different. Unfairly pretty and so fuckable.
When Nick thought about anyone else being able to see him like this, when he was all flushed and needy, so desperate to be fucked, it pissed him off.
Tossing the lube onto the bed next to Reece, Nick dropped to his knees behind him, spreading his cheeks and watching as his hole winked back at him. Reece wanted it so bad, maybe more than anyone else Nick had ever fucked, and that was saying something.
“Nicky?”
He’d lost his chance last time and wouldn’t make that mistake again.
As much as he was craving Reece’s tight ass around him, he wanted to drive him mad with pleasure even more.
Maybe it wouldn’t be as good as the first time, maybe the alcohol had factored into this obsession Nick suddenly had. He’d find out soon enough.
Reece rose onto the tips of his toes with the first touch of Nick’s tongue, his breath hitching sharply, the sound jolting straight to Nick’s cock. Reece was clean, washed by Nick’s own hands, and so smooth that Nick thought he could eat him forever.
His tongue prodded Reece’s entrance and Nick groaned at how relaxed he was.
He had to truly trust and want Nick to be so receptive, so eager.
Nick licked down over Reece’s perineum, sucking at it before trailing his tongue back up to Reece’s hole and pressing in.
He’d hardly need any lube by the time Nick finished with him, with the way his mouth was watering.
Reece was humping the side of the bed, hole desperately trying to pull his tongue in.
Reece’s moans were so sweet that Nick forgot all about his own aching arousal in favor of devouring Reece’s sweet ass, licking and kissing his hole until it was quivering, until even his hairless balls were drawing up, his cock a dark shade of red and rubbing on the bed constantly.
Nick didn’t realize how long it had been, but when he stood, wiping the excess saliva from his mouth, he saw tears brimming in those blue eyes.
“Oh, baby, it’s too soon for you to be cryin’.”
Reece’s hands clutched the covers so tight his knuckles went white, his whimpers making it damn hard for Nick not to just force his way in right then. He warmed some of the lube on his fingers first, sinking one and then two into Reece just to see how tight he was.
Tight enough to make Nick want to come before he was even inside.
Loose enough to take him.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck! Fuck—”
“Damn, Ree, don’t remember you being this loud last time,” Nick said as he slid the last few centimeters of his cock into Reece, the blond’s walls tightening sporadically around him. Like Reece might come just from taking him. And fuck if Nick didn’t think that would send him right over the edge.
“A-all of it,” he choked, mouth hanging open, drool pooling on the bed. Nick had forgotten how badly he wanted to fuck that mouth. The night was still young. Reece’s pretty eyes were unfocused, long lashes wet.
“Yeah. All of it,” Nick hummed, top teeth scraping over his bottom lip as he pulled his hips back slowly. “That’s what you wanted, right? Or did you decide you can’t take it?”
“Give it to me,” Reece gritted out pleadingly in a short breath. Nick didn’t move, just forced himself to keep still, the two of them throbbing together threatening to drive him mad instead. Then those pleas turned softer. “Please, Nicky, fuck me.”
It was the sweetest thing Nick ever heard, so he drove his cock into Reece with a powerful stroke. Then another. And another.
Reece went silent, as if Nick’s brutal thrusts stole the air from his lungs, stole the ability to form any coherent words from him.
And then he was screaming, wailing into the mattress, spilling all over the side of the bed as he came, and becoming so tight as he did that Nick could only hiss through his thrusts and slow to keep himself from coming.
Reece was soon whimpering and mumbling things Nick couldn’t make out.
His body was just beginning to calm when Nick started thrusting in earnest again.
“Hold on tight now,” Nick said, placing both his hands over Reece’s clenched fists and pinning them gently to the bed as he rocked into Reece hard, the whole bed jostling.
Reece bit the cover soaked with his own drool, and made a sound like a sob.
Nick kept going, loving the feel of his balls smacking against Reece’s with every inward motion.
Steadily, he increased his pace, only slowing now and then when he got too close.
Nick could’ve come so many times but he fought the urge, edging himself because he never wanted it to end.
It was a thousand times better than the first time, each slick slide like it was catered to Nick’s cock specifically.
Tears had streaked, dried, and spilled down Reece’s cheeks anew as Nick fucked him. Reece was tall thanks to those long legs of his, but he had a shorter torso than Nick, making it easy for Nick to lean over him and reach Reece’s pierced ear with his mouth.
Nick teased the lobe, sucked on the silver ring there, and said, “Want me to come?”
The sound that rumbled in Reece’s chest was something close to a growl. He hissed out a strained, “Yes,” and moaned like the sweetest thing when Nick sucked on his ear. “N-Nicky, please. Come in me. Please come.”
“You first,” Nick said and meant it, fully sheathing himself and grinding in hard enough and deep enough to have Reece trying to scramble away. “Where do you think you’re goin’?”
He couldn’t move. His legs were most likely already spent from holding the same position this whole time, but Nick still moved a hand to Reece’s head to hold him down and grind into him again.
Reece moaned and whined, and Nick angled his hips to chase those delicious sounds.
“All it takes is some good dick to have you mewling like a kitten, huh?”
Reece was too far gone to respond, it seemed, but Nick just smirked and picked the pace back up until Reece was shuddering and sobbing with another orgasm, right at the same time Nick was filling him up with his cum.
It felt so good that, for a moment, Nick considered staying there forever.
Wrapped in Reece’s tight heat and the comfort he provided.
He’d offered himself over his bed, not forcing any form of actual intimacy, and it made Nick careless.
It only hit him once his heavy breaths began to slow and the sensitivity in his cock began to wane.
When he allowed his eyes to drift from where he was buried in Reece’s ass to those wet blue eyes.
Reece didn’t just look like he’d been fucked thoroughly. He looked like he was head over heels. Skipping right over cloud nine and landing on cloud love.
Nick didn’t allow himself to linger even though some part of him craved it.
He wanted to stay there, keep his cock nestled inside Reece until it had grown soft, but Nick removed himself prematurely in order to put some distance between them.
Though he was still mindful and careful in pulling out, Reece still whimpered as if the loss was pure agony, and Nick lost himself staring at his cum leaking from his well-used hole.
“Stay still. I’ll get you cleaned up.”
Don’t get any ideas, he almost added, unable to miss the smile that tugged at Reece’s lips. A satisfied smile that seemed to go a lot deeper than the surface.
Reece was in the same spot when Nick returned from the bathroom with a damp cloth and a towel. After cleaning Reece up, Nick lifted his hips, Reece groaning as Nick brought his legs together for him and then kneaded his hips and ass with his thumbs for a moment.
“That feels good,” he cooed, smile returning. He was sleepy, all the energy drained from his body.
Nick had a million things on his mind, so many things he wanted to say. So many things he wanted to do. But he just cleaned Reece and the bed, then left him to sleep it off with that same stupidly happy smile on his face.
Nick knew he’d fucked up and he knew that whatever fun they’d had was over now. He could be selfish and hold onto Reece for a little while longer, but Reece would only end up getting hurt, and Nick didn’t want to hurt him.