Chapter 8 - Nick
Nick walked into his kitchen dressed in his briefs, left hand toweling his hair dry while the right held his phone. Reece’s text had just come in and Nick stared at it, almost typing a response more than once before he set his phone on the counter with a groan.
Reece: Wanna play?
After a week of hell, Nick had just got Reece out of his head, deciding that he was safe as long as he didn’t fuck with him anymore.
Now this… It just reminded him that he did want to play with Reece.
He’d thought about fucking his friend at least once a day since the last time, but he couldn’t.
No matter how pretty Reece was or how good of a fuck he was, Nick couldn’t keep fanning those flames. It was a recipe for disaster.
Deciding he wouldn’t reply, because if he did he might very well find himself heading right over there to play with Reece, Nick opened his fridge and started gathering things to make himself a sandwich or two.
He was just cutting his bread, everything laid out on the counter to be used, when his phone rang.
He knew it was Reece before he even looked and grabbed his phone with a sigh.
The text made it clear that nothing was wrong or urgent, but it wasn’t unlike Reece to call after having a text ignored.
Nick would just answer the phone and tell Reece that they wouldn’t be playing anymore. Ever. They had to quit that shit.
But when he picked up, Reece was breathing heavily, moans soft and sweet, seeming to echo in Nick’s kitchen. He was damn glad he was alone.
Any chance there was of Nick cutting whatever this was short flew out the window the second Nick heard that first sweet sound. Not exactly like the sounds Reece made when Nick was fucking him, but there was no mistaking what was happening on Reece’s end of the line.
It didn’t take much to get a confession out of him, though it was playful and harmless enough for Nick to wonder if, again, he’d been worrying for nothing.
Or maybe that was his dick talking, because damn if all the blood in his body didn’t seem to be rushing to his cock, filling it up.
He hadn’t gotten his fill of Reece; that’s what his issue was.
One time hadn’t been enough, but neither had a second time.
It had just been a taste, but just enough for this unbearable need to form.
And now he had Reece on the phone, moaning about how good his dick was, how much he wanted it—and his mouth—and fuck, Nick was going to lose his mind because of this beautiful man.
He was too hard to focus on the sandwich he was making, his dick too big to be confined by his briefs when it was this hard.
He’d never had any form of phone sex, but with Reece moaning and babbling like that, and with Nick this hard, he found himself freeing his cock and taking it in his hand.
Nobody would ever know but him anyway.
Nick stroked himself, telling Reece to tell him more, because every word out of that mouth Nick still hadn’t gotten a chance to fuck was threatening to be the end of him.
He hadn’t needed or cared to touch himself in so long, yet Reece was making him.
Thinking about how worked up Reece was, about him fingering himself and wishing Nick was there fucking him… Nobody had ever turned him on more.
The only thing missing was a picture, which Nick needed because even if he could hear Reece clearly, even if he had one hell of an imagination, he needed to see.
And the picture that Reece didn’t hesitate to send despite claiming he was shy, of him all flushed and hard and teary-eyed, was exactly what Nick had been missing.
Fuck.
Nick wanted to paint that pretty face with his cum. He wanted those pink lips wrapped around his cock. He wanted to see how good Reece was with his mouth, and considering he was pretty good at everything he tried, Nick had high hopes.
“Nicky, gotta come soon,” Reece whined breathlessly, like he needed it so damn bad and yet it was the last thing he wanted.
He wanted to savor this moment, just like Nick wanted to savor him.
“Already?” Nick couldn’t really be disappointed when he was so turned on by it. He wouldn’t be able to come that fast himself, yet he still stroked himself faster as if he might make it.
Reece’s whimpering felt too real with his picture staring back at Nick. Even his voice trembled, quiet and breathy and pure music to Nick’s ears. He was desperate to come and telling Nick because he wanted Nick to know that he’d been trying not to for a while, he wanted Nick to encourage it.
So he did.
“Then come,” he growled, cock throbbing in his hand.
Reece had made the comment that his fingers couldn’t compare to Nick’s cock. The same went for Nick’s hand compared to Reece’s ass. He couldn’t really even remember the exact feeling of fucking anyone else. It was always the same, really, good but…
But nothing like Reece. Reece, who was both tight but so fucking open, his walls molding to Nick’s dick like a custom fit.
Reece, who was pliant and needy, always arching his back and presenting his ass like it was his sole purpose in life.
Reece, who was on the phone right then, keening as he came.
Nick’s mind was reeling, everything blurring together right as Reece’s cries pitched highest and then began to fade into something softer.
Reality was only just beginning to settle over Nick as Reece said, “I came,” sounding all choked up. Nick almost ignored the cum on the cabinets under the counter and the floor in favor of imagining those blue eyes wet. What the hell was happening to him?
He was a fucking mess and had to get off the phone before he made things even worse.
But they had no choice but to talk about this shit.
Nick had to do something instead of just ignoring the issue as if it would somehow go away on its own.
He sighed to himself as he used his towel to clean up his mess, imagining Reece cuddling up carelessly in bed with a content smile on his face.
Tomorrow Nick would confront Reece and his own feelings and put this whole mess behind him.
* * *
It was just dinner. Nothing fancy. Just dinner, him and Reece, at a sports bar they’d been to plenty of times before. So Nick didn’t know why he was so frustrated—why nothing seemed to go right for him today.
His hair needed a cut. His clothes were a whole other obstacle. The first shirt he grabbed was wrinkled. The jeans he wanted to wear were dirty. He dropped his cologne twice before putting any on, and that’s when he knew the night must’ve been fucked.
Nick thought about what he’d say to Reece and how he would go about everything enough times to embarrass himself, but nothing he managed to come up with would work, considering he had to pick Reece up instead of just meeting him for dinner.
Nick almost said no after he got Reece’s “Pick me up?” text.
He was already at the gas station on his bike, and the last thing he needed was to have Reece clinging to him, but while he was debating what to say, another text came.
Reece: Nvm! Dec said he’ll give me a ride. ??
Jaw tensing, Nick tucked the glove from his right hand under his left arm to quickly type a reply.
Nick: Already otw
He stuffed his phone in his pocket before he could receive a response and drove off as soon as he finished pumping his gas.
Reece came out to him just moments after Nick parked in front of his apartment. He was dressed in tight ripped jeans, a blue t-shirt and a white jacket. His white and blue Jordans complemented the clothes, the colors suiting him.
“Hey, Nicky,” Reece said, and only then did Nick realize his eyes had been roaming, hungry for Reece. He just had that model appeal and everyone felt the same way, so Nick didn’t allow himself to overthink it any more than he already had.
“Get on.” Nick grabbed his spare helmet from his seat bag and passed it to Reece after he settled on the seat behind Nick.
“Now this is exciting.”
Reece sounded giddy, arms circling around Nick’s waist. He was warm against Nick’s back, his arms making some foreign flutter appear in Nick’s gut that he didn’t like one bit.
The place was popular, and a game between the Lakers and the Celtics had a lot of fans of the sport who liked to have a few drinks, good company, and delicious food gathered. Being somewhere so public with Reece made Nick instantly feel at ease. As long as they weren’t alone, he was safe.
Nick realized how wrong he was about that the instant he slid into a booth across from Reece and met those bright blue eyes and his flawless smile.
“Shit.”
“Hm?” Reece blinked at him, teeth disappearing behind his lips but his smile lingering, still as warm as ever.
“Nothin’.”
The waitress appeared, giving her name—though Nick forgot it as soon as she said it—and asked for their drink orders.
They went ahead and ordered their food too, Nick knowing he was going for their bacon burger before he even arrived.
Reece ordered the house burger, which came with their signature sauce.
Not bad, but not as good as the bacon burger.
“Did you have a good day? Dec told me you two went hard at the gym today.”
Declan again. “Wasn’t much to it,” he grumbled. “The hell were y’all doing?”
Not that it was any of his business…
Reece talked about his day for a little while, explaining that he and Declan met to play ball for a bit after lunch and then Declan went back to his apartment, where he still happened to be when it came time for Reece to get ready for his date with Nick.
Yes, he actually called it that. No, Nick didn’t correct him. He was too caught up being pissed at Declan. What were they doing playing ball without him?
It wasn’t long before they were eating over casual conversation, and eventual commentary on the basketball game that began. Nick became so absorbed in the moment—in Reece, the atmosphere, and the food—that he forgot the whole event was for a purpose.