Chapter 9 - Reece #2
“Don’t fuck with me,” Nick said under his breath and Reece looked into his eyes again, narrowing them in a look that he hoped conveyed his confusion and wonder.
Nick didn’t seem like the type to want the blow job to be over too soon, but maybe he was just that sensitive.
Maybe he was pent up. Supposing he should give Nick a break, Reece slackened his jaw and swallowed down as much of Nick as he could.
If he made it good enough, Reece was sure Nick would want more and that he’d get another chance to suck him off at some point. Hopefully in the near future.
As the taste of him became stronger, Nick breathed heavier and guided Reece with more intensity, making him take more, move faster.
He was going to come. Nick was going to come in his mouth, by his mouth and nothing more, not even with the help of his hands.
Reece held tight to Nick’s jeans and lifted himself onto his knees higher, taking Nick into his throat and gagging around him.
When he pulled back to breathe, to give himself a moment of relief, Nick was already coming, his release shooting down Reece’s throat, over his tongue, filling his mouth.
Eagerly, Reece drank it all up, swallowed it down, moaning around Nick as he sucked every last drop from him.
And he came at the same time, his own pleasure taking him by surprise.
It came out of nowhere, making him moan louder and deeper as he sucked and sucked and sucked.
Reece only managed to keep himself together by focusing on Nick, and keeping up those suckles even after he’d gotten it all.
He didn’t stop even when Nick started trembling.
The movie was loud, but Reece heard Nick’s soft grunts of pleasure loud and clear.
And he wanted to continue hearing them. Forever, preferably.
Reece peeked up to find Nick’s mouth hanging open, those deep blue eyes on him, but so heavily lidded that Nick didn’t even appear to be all there.
Reece stopped sucking and just let Nick’s softening cock rest in his mouth, and thought he could’ve stayed like that forever.
He watched as Nick licked his lips and swallowed hard.
Watched as he blinked slowly and forced his eyes open a fraction wider.
Then gasped as he was tugged away from Nick’s dick by his hair.
“Enough, Ree, damn. Are you tryna kill me?”
“Nicky, wasn’t done,” he whined, pouting as Nick released his hair. Nick swiped a thumb over Reece’s swollen lips, collecting a dribble of cum that had escaped, and Reece hummed happily when Nick’s thumb slipped into his mouth to make him suck it off.
“You got it all, now sit your ass down and finish the movie.”
Reece stood, clasping his hands together in front of his crotch, hoping the wetness couldn’t be seen from the outside. As his awareness grew though, it became increasingly uncomfortable. “Ah—I’ll just go to the bathroom real quick.”
Nick narrowed his eyes on Reece, studying his flushed face before trailing down to Reece’s hands. “Did you fuckin’ come?”
The question was unexpected and had blood filling Reece’s cheeks.
“Shh! No! Of course not!” He turned and took a step to leave the theater, but Nick grabbed his wrist to stop him, pulling it away from where he covered himself.
Reece didn’t know if any evidence could be seen and tried to compensate for the loss of one hand by shifting the other to the center instead.
“You didn’t come but you’re not hard?”
Reece was going to overheat and faint if Nick kept it up. “Hush!” He smacked Nick’s hand and rushed out of the theater, not daring to look back.
The bathroom was right outside the theater room and thankfully not packed since the movies were ongoing at the time, but Reece looked from the stalls to the sinks, not sure how it would be best to get cleaned up.
He really wanted some water but there was a man washing his hands and peeking over at Reece, who must’ve looked off just standing there looking around like he was lost. There was one other man at the urinals, who also peeked over at Reece and cocked a brow.
So, Reece did the only thing he could do and hid himself in one of the stalls, proceeding to panic about the whole thing.
He had never been so… shameless in his life. Nick was so bad for his health. He really got on his knees in the theater and sucked Nick off. He really came from just making Nick come. Nick’s pleasure was like a drug to him. It made him crazy. It made him so… fucking… hot.
Okay. Okay. Reece breathed, calming himself as he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down enough to see that they weren’t a mess.
His underwear, though, were fucked. Reece sighed, having carefully picked out a pair hoping that Nick would see and love them.
Now they were ruined, soaked by his own cum.
They were silk boyshorts, the material catching and holding the majority of his release, only a bit seeping through enough to make him have to dab at the inside of his jeans with some toilet paper.
There was no salvaging the underwear though, so Reece started carefully stepping out of his jeans so he could remove them.
“Yo. Ree.”
He flinched, going stiff and holding his breath.
“You in here?”
Reece almost blurted out a “No,” but clamped his mouth shut and simply panicked instead.
“Yo, baldy. You see a pretty blond about this tall come in here?”
Baldy had to be the man who’d been at the urinal. Reece finally breathed but tried to keep quiet, tossing the toilet paper in the toilet before waving his hands around, not sure how to get out of this mess.
“There’s one in that stall there,” Baldy snitched, and Reece swore he could feel Nick nearing the stall.
Once Nick was in front of it, Reece felt even more cornered.
Nick just casually rested an arm against the spacer between Reece’s stall and the one next to it, his arm raised up so that his fingers curled over the top of the door.
“Whacha hiding for, Ree? Did you have a mess to clean or are you playing with yourself?”
Heart pounding, Reece gasped, fury fueling him as he unlocked the door and pulled it open, shoving Nick in the chest as he spotted Baldy still there. The other guy was gone, it seemed, but there was no telling who else was in the bathroom and could hear.
“Shut up! People can hear you!” He smacked Nick in the chest again and then slammed the door closed, managing to lock it and keep himself safe, but not before Nick had clearly gotten a peek of the mess he was in.
“How ‘bout you hurry it up, man,” Nick scoffed, and after a bit of shuffling, he said, “Alright. He’s gone. It’s just you and me now.”
“You’re supposed to be watching the movie,” Reece mumbled, nose scrunching as he began peeling his cum-soaked underwear down his legs, trying not to let the mess get all over his thighs on the way down.
“I’d rather watch you, so open up.”
“No. Somebody could walk in and see.”
“And I’ll send their ass back out.”
“There’s nothing to see here,” Reece said, getting one leg free. “Eugh.” Cringing, he finally got the underwear off and couldn’t believe how much of his cum they held.
There was no trash can in the stall.
“Fuck. Kill me.”
“Open the damn door, Ree.”
“Nicky.” He sniffed. “Is there a trash can out there?”
“Yeah.”
“Can you bring it to me?”
“You’ll have to open up for that.”
Reece chewed on his lip as he watched Nick’s hand disappear from the top of the door, and then looked down to see his shoes step away.
Reece hurried to wrap his underwear up in a bunch of toilet paper, making it into a huge wad by the time he unlocked and cracked the door open to see Nick carrying over the trash can.
Despite the situation, it made Reece smile.
Nick was being sweet and attentive even if he wasn’t intending to be.
“Thanks, Nicky,” Reece said as he tossed the ball of toilet-paper-wrapped underwear into the can, still smiling.
“Yeah, don’t mention it. So, you did come, huh?”
Reece flinched, even if he was basically caught, he couldn’t handle being called out, so he tried to slam the door shut. “Stop it!” he huffed at Nick, squeaking when he easily stopped the door and just pushed it back open, baring Reece to his hungry eyes. “No, no, no! Don’t look at me you jerk.”
Nick just grinned, white teeth such a bright contrast to his beautiful dark skin that Reece couldn’t help getting distracted and staring up at that ridiculously hot face as he hurriedly stepped back into his jeans, bending forward enough to hopefully shield his cock from those hungry, predatory eyes.
“No underwear?” Nick asked as Reece straightened, buttoning his jeans. “That’s what you just tossed, huh? I didn’t even get to see.”
“I know.” Reece sighed, pouting again as he zipped the jeans while stepping back into his shoes properly. “Don’t remind me.”
“You never touched yourself,” Nick said as he carried the trash can back to its designated spot and Reece walked to the sink, both of them washing their hands together.
“Stop talking about it.” Reece groaned, looking at Nick through the mirror. He was still smug as hell, but Reece couldn’t really be mad about it, so he just smiled a small smile back at him.
They didn’t finish the movie. Nick wanted Reece to get home and cleaned properly, and while Reece didn’t want their not-so-date night to end, he couldn’t argue when Nick had his best interest in mind.
Nick’s bike was amazing. Getting to ride with him, to hold onto him, was truly a dream, and Reece was so content like that, that he thought more than once he could’ve drifted right off to sleep on the road.
Nick surprised him again after they arrived at Reece’s place.
Instead of dropping him off and leaving, Nick walked inside with him.
He made himself at home on the couch while Reece showered.
And once he was changed into clean underwear, a plain white t-shirt, and soft pajama shorts, he found Nick still there.
It was a long and wide couch, with plenty enough room for the two of them, but before Reece’s mind even made that deduction, Nick pointed a finger to the open couch in front of him.
“Come here.”
Reece did. He laid down right there, happily becoming the little spoon and wiggling back against Nick until they were cozied up to each other. “We’re gonna watch a movie?” he asked excitedly and Nick hummed, playing something on the TV he’d already picked out.
Happiness was threatening to consume Reece entirely, and he wanted to scream when Nick tucked his arm around him, but he just grinned and pulled that strong arm up just enough to tuck Nick’s hand under his cheek.
He’d never been more comfortable. Never felt more safe and at peace. It wasn’t long after Nick’s breaths deepened behind him that Reece drifted off to sleep as well.