Chapter 7 - Reece
Reece had a busy week. He had a different photo shoot every day, and in the evenings, he worked on his online portfolio.
He didn’t have much free time, yet he still managed to think of Nick every single day at some point.
They hadn’t spoken since the last time they fucked.
It was over too soon, Reece had wanted more—wanted Nick for the whole night—but it hadn’t felt like a loss when Nick had stayed, cleaned him up, and even settled him into bed before leaving.
It didn’t mean anything. Reece knew that.
He knew Nick had never been interested in any relationship, not with him or with anyone.
But when they were together, it was so good that it was perfect.
Nick was unfairly hot and everything that came out of his mouth only seemed to turn Reece on more.
He called him baby and talked him through sex unintentionally, saying things that had Reece feeling delirious with need.
The memory of Nick taking him was so fresh in his mind, so good that Reece just couldn’t help playing it over and over again—particularly when he was in bed trying to go to sleep.
He couldn’t possibly drift off with his cock hard.
Reece tucked it between his legs and hugged his pillow, groaning at himself.
He swore to himself that he wouldn’t chase Nick, that he wouldn’t be the first one to reach out, but when he was like this, Reece really started second-guessing everything.
Wouldn’t it be more obvious that something was up if he didn’t follow up after sex that good? Wait. Should he be worried that Nick didn’t like sex with him as much since he hadn’t reached out? No. It wasn’t that.
Reece was thinking too much and wasting time doing so.
He just needed to be nonchalant about it and stop worrying so much.
Resolving himself, Reece swiped off of YouTube where he’d been suffering in Nick highlight reels from the last year and opened his texts, scrolling down until he found Nick’s chat and stared at the screen.
He typed three different messages, none of them feeling right, and then finally just bit the bullet.
Reece: Wanna play?
It seemed a safe enough question. Not a lame enough greeting that Nick would leave him on read, but subtle enough that he could play it off as him hoping for a one-on-one if Nick tried to make anything of it.
Though there was only one type of play Reece was interested in at the moment, and it had him groaning and shifting in his bed.
He really shouldn’t have been sending texts when he was so horny he could hardly function.
So horny he could picture Nick at his door, stripping on his way over, that sexy voice of his only one of the many things determined to be Reece’s undoing.
Nick opened the text, Reece biting his lip as he saw the delivered message turn to read. Nick never started typing a response. Reece was devastated. Maybe he was busy, so Reece didn’t let it get him down, but he did spread his legs and slip his hand into his underwear to wrap around his cock.
He’d just take care of himself. No big deal. If he came, he’d feel better, have a clear head, and then he wouldn’t be so caught up on Nick.
Except… Reece ended up back on those highlight reels, watching Nick play as he touched himself.
“What the fuck?” Reece moaned to himself, unable to believe that this was his porn of choice. Of all things in the world.
It was all Nick’s fault. Reece shouldn’t have been suffering just because of his stupid hot best friend who should’ve been there fucking him already.
Reece couldn’t concentrate and ended up leaving his video to swipe back to his texts.
As if a response from Nick might actually come.
He wasn’t going to reply and it irked Reece.
Made him pout. He wouldn’t follow up with another text but he would confront Nick for ignoring him. So he called instead.
Nick picked up on the second ring, his deep voice in Reece’s ear almost drawing a moan out of him on the spot.
“What’s up?”
“Well…” Reece shifted to lie against his pillows more comfortably, looking at his dick in his hand. “You don’t seem busy.”
“Haven’t been home and showered long. Making food because I’m starving to death.”
He didn’t sound like he was in the mood to play at all. That didn’t stop Reece from touching himself. He thought of freshly showered Nick eating him instead of whatever he was making at home, and his dick started leaking.
“The hell are you doin’?”
“Hmm?” Reece moaned, eyes bulging when he realized he’d zoned out for a moment. “Huh? Oh! Ah… Nothing really…”
“Oh? Don’t sound like nothin’…”
“I just… Wanted to play. With you…” Reece had to put the phone on speaker so he could find his lube and spread a generous amount along his cock, wanting the slide of his hand slicker. A whimper escaped him at the difference, as if his words weren’t already broken enough.
“Play with me?”
Reece’s hand left his erection, fingers skimming over his hole instead. He missed Nick’s tongue. His fingers. His dick.
“Reece.”
“Ah—I meant like… one-on-one. Me and you.” Reece knew he wasn’t convincing at all, but he had to try and save his own ass somehow. “And don’t call me that.”
“Oh? And here I thought you wanted to fuck.”
“Fuck.” Reece slid a finger into himself.
Nick chuckled, the sound dark and sexy. “Isn’t that what you really called for?”
“Stop, that’s not it,” Reece said, fighting for his life. He had two fingers in his ass, one hand stroking his cock. And he couldn’t stop.
“Sounds to me like you’re playing just fine on your own.”
“No,” Reece whined, shaking his head. He’d been craving Nick, but if this was all he could have—a few minutes on the phone with him—then Reece wouldn’t waste a second of it.
“Yes.” Nick mocked him with an amused lilt. “You don’t sound like that when you’re playing ball.”
“Like what?”
“Like a kitten in heat.”
Reece choked on a gasp, his whole body too hot. He wanted to argue, but Nick spoke again before he could.
“Why don’t you just tell me the truth? What did you really want?”
“Fine,” Reece groaned, fist working his cock steadily. “I was horny, and you’re great at sex. Sue me.”
“And you decided to call me? So I could, what, talk you through it?”
“Oh God…” Reece almost came from those words alone. The teasing. The implication… “Nicky—”
“You were really already playing with yourself before you even called me… That’s cute. What if I didn’t pick up?”
“You did,” was all Reece could say, his stomach coiling with heat when Nick grunted.
“Do you think about me every time you get horny?”
Yes he did. Reece didn’t think about anyone or anything else these days. Just Nick.
“A couple rounds was all it took huh?”
Reece moaned, much too hot to listen to Nick talk to him like that. “You’re too cocky,” he huffed, even though Nick wasn’t wrong.
“Am I?”
He wasn’t. One of the things Reece admired most about Nick was his confidence.
He kind of liked everything about him though, but it was crazy to Reece that he could get this worked up at all, much less so easily.
He knew Nick was aware, and could tell by the shift in his tone that he was affected too.
It wasn’t like he was confessing his feelings, but he could admit how much Nick turned him on.
“I already said you were good. What do you want from me?” Reece’s hand slipped off his cock at the last second.
He bit his lip hard and groaned deep in his throat as he watched his length rock with every twitch.
For a second, he thought it was too late and that he was coming, but it finally began to die down.
When Nick didn’t say anything right away, he continued, “It is really good, Nicky.” Reece rubbed his hip and leg, wanting so badly to touch his dick again but not allowing himself to. “I love the way you feel inside me. You can’t blame me for wanting more.”
“Look at you, breaking so easy.” Nick sounded amused, but there was something dark and sultry in his tone that had Reece wrapping his hand around himself once more. “Tell me about it.”
“About what?” Reece could hardly think when he felt like this. Nick was in his ear and yet so far away.
“How much you love my dick and want more of it.”
Reece whined, wanting to curse Nick for speaking to him like that but praise him at the same time. “Want your mouth first…” That tongue was the perfect appetizer and Reece needed it again.
“My mouth, huh…”
“Want you to eat me again… like before. I could come on your tongue.” He could come so easily whenever Nick was involved. Even now, he was still struggling not to come.
“Sensitive as you are, it don’t take much. Couldn’t even let you sit on my face because your ass wouldn’t last.”
“We can do sixty-nine. Let me suck on you so I’m distracted.”
“Fuck. Not even gonna try and deny it?”
“Mm. What’s the point? You want the truth, right…”
Nick hummed. “That’s right. The whole truth.”
“I-it’s only been a week, but… I miss it. Your dick, I mean.”
“That all?”
“Yeah. It’s a lot better than my fingers.” Or anyone else’s, but Reece kept that part to himself. “Fills me up good, like it was made for me.”
He started babbling, talking out of his head, hips rolling on the bed, fingers reaching, hand pumping.
“You damn sure don’t talk like this when I’m fucking you,” Nick said, voice strained.
“No…” Reece shook his head even though Nick couldn’t see him. “Don’t need to.”
“That good?”
“That good.”
Nick let out a breathy chuckle and something that sounded like a curse. “Stop what you’re doing and send me a picture.”
Reece nearly squealed, blushing at the thought of Nick wanting to see him. He was already deciding how to pose and opening his camera when he said with a low whine, “But I’m shy.”
“Shy my ass.”
Reece sent him a picture at an angle that showed all of him, his knees together, one hand loosely gripping his cock and partially hiding it.
It was so red after the edging Reece put it through, so sensitive that if he didn’t come soon, he doubted he’d be able to.
Just the thought had his eyes growing wet.
“Nicky… Gotta come soon.”
“Already?”
“It’s been a long time,” he admitted, lying flat on his back and finding a rhythm that he liked best. “Can’t hold it anymore.”
“Then come.” There was nothing nonchalant about the way Nick said it. It was almost an order, like he was demanding it.
Reece didn’t hear anything else as his own hand worked him over the edge.
The orgasm hit him slowly, like a wave taking its sweet time forming only to crash down with the greatest impact.
Reece had grown so sensitive that even stroking himself to the end was next to impossible, and he kept letting himself go.
It was the release he’d been chasing—and denying himself—and yet he didn’t feel satisfied in that way he did after Nick fucked him.
“I came,” he said with a sniffle, wiping the tears from his eyes.
“I know,” Nick sighed. “We should talk about it. Tomorrow. Over dinner.”
Nick ended the call before Reece could respond or even process his words fully, but as his breathing evened out, a broad grin spread across Reece’s face. He got himself a date with Nick.