Chapter 12 - Nick
Something hot and wet and heavenly on Nick’s cock is what pulled him from sleep. Familiar. Kisses. Slow, suckling kisses along the shaft and the tip. The swipe of a tongue around the excess skin, teasing the tip hidden inside.
Nick was awake and hard in an instant, tearing the sheet off of him to reveal Reece’s sleep-mussed hair and that heaven-sent mouth on his cock. Nick didn’t know what time it was, if it was the middle of the night, or already morning. It didn’t matter.
“Hungry, Kitten?”
Reece moaned around him and gave a firm suckle, wrapping a hand around Nick and slowly pulling his foreskin down.
Nick let out a sigh of pleasure, resting a hand atop Reece’s head and gently combing through his hair.
Even with bedhead, he didn’t have a single tangle, the blond strands silky soft and healthy.
“I didn’t get to suck it last night,” Reece said, pressing a kiss to the tip and then sucking on it before adding, “But I can’t send you off without it.”
“Damn right you can’t.”
He’d miss that beautiful mouth. Nick had never been with anyone who bothered to get to know his body, who happened to know exactly what he liked and use that information to pleasure him beyond his wildest dreams.
Reece sucking on him didn’t feel like needless foreplay. Not an attempt to get him hard, but with a genuine desire to pleasure Nick.
It only made it a million times better considering Reece got off on it.
He loved sucking Nick’s cock, and had come more than once from making Nick come with his mouth.
Nick could lie still and let Reece suck on him forever, and always loved when he only used his mouth and really could take his time.
Now though, Reece used his hand to stroke the length of him, mouth focused on the first few inches.
His other hand cradled and fondled Nick’s balls, Reece working Nick up so effortlessly that it should’ve been embarrassing, but the only thing Nick felt was pure pleasure.
Normally, Reece would take his time more, but this time he seemed keen on making Nick come soon, and Nick didn’t want it to end.
When he got close, muscles taut and breathing heavy, he tugged on Reece’s hair, gently attempting to pull him away, but Reece didn’t oblige, keeping his mouth on Nick.
With Nick having been on the verge before attempting to pull him off, Reece doubling his efforts made it impossible for Nick to hold on even a moment more.
“Fuck, I’m comin’.”
By the time Reece’s mouth sucked its way off of him, Nick’s breathing was already starting to settle. His eyes didn’t want to open. All he wanted was to pull Reece against him and finger him until he came.
“C’mere,” he grumbled, reaching a hand out for Reece, but Reece didn’t take it. He kissed Nick’s hand instead and then crawled out of bed.
“Can’t. I snoozed your alarm… You have to get up.”
Goddammit.
It was too soon. Nick wasn’t ready. He wasn’t done with Reece.
“Don’t worry about me,” Reece said, softer, and with a smile. “I’m gonna start the shower for you.”
He was gone before Nick could argue. Barely recovered from Reece sucking his orgasm out of him, Nick sat up slowly and rubbed his hand over his face and head.
Frustration was already bubbling up, but Nick got to his feet to ignore it and trailed after Reece, who was leaning partly into the shower to test the water.
When he heard Nick, he turned and smiled.
“The water’s good…” His eyes trailed down Nick’s naked body, pale cheeks turning rosier the further down they went. “G-go ahead. I’ll get your flight bag ready.”
“Fuck that.” Nick grabbed Reece by the wrist and pulled him into the shower with him. “You avoidin’ me?”
“Huh? No!” Reece shook his head, brows furrowed as he stared into Nick’s eyes, seeming so much smaller than he was all of a sudden. “I just don’t want you to forget anything…”
“I won’t.”
Nick shifted Reece so that the water was raining on him from the shoulders down, both hands sliding around his waist and over his ass. Reece’s plug was still nestled there, so Nick grabbed the end and tugged, but Reece shifted his hips so he was forced to let go.
“No,” he whined, holding onto Nick’s forearms. “It’ll leak out.”
“C’mon, Ree. Can’t keep it forever… Wouldn’t you rather come?” Nick knew how much Reece liked to be fingered and fucked, much preferring his ass played with over his cock. Always such a fucking turn on.
“Not forever,” he whispered, turning his head with his eyes closed tight. He was so cute when he was stressed. Nick leaned in and flicked his tongue across Reece’s silver hoop earring in his lobe. “Just unt-til later…”
“So you want me to play with your little cock instead?”
“D-don’t call it that,” Reece groaned, trying to get his ear away from Nick, but Nick’s mouth just followed.
“Ah—my bad. Your pretty little cock. Better?”
Reece bit down on his lower lip, holding his breath as Nick’s fingers played over his dick. It really was pretty. Nick supposed everything about Reece was pretty when he really thought about it.
“Wanna come like this, Kitten? Or do you want my mouth on you?”
“Oh God, no…” He shook his head, swallowing between heavy breaths.
“Yeah, I think so.”
Nick knelt, opening his mouth and sucking Reece’s cock into it.
It slipped into his mouth easily, tip teasing the back of Nick’s throat.
Reece shrieked, both hands on Nick’s head, hips pressing forward as if to keep himself inside Nick’s mouth, though he frantically moved until they’d switched positions, blocking the water from Nick with his back.
Nick didn’t give a damn about the water, but Reece’s awareness was adorable.
“Nicky,” he whimpered, fingers clenching in Nick’s short hair when he sucked hard.
He was already throbbing. All Nick had to do was press a thumb against the plug and add a little pressure, and Reece’s cum was shooting down his throat.
Not as much after coming multiple times the night before—mere hours before—but enough for Nick to get a good taste of him.
He was all boneless after coming, and knowing as much, Nick sucked his way off and stood, wrapping his arms around Reece and holding him to his body.
Nick felt a little less stressed after that, not sure what it was that was bothering him.
He couldn’t wait to visit L.A. for the first time and participate in the training camp.
It was just one step before the draft. Keeping up with his conditioning was a daily priority for Nick, but the training camp was made to ensure he was in prime condition before he was officially drafted.
The trip was vital to Nick’s future career and he was looking forward to it but it was hard to focus on all the good it would bring when Reece was toweling himself dry in a rush, the plug between his cheeks peeking at Nick, making him want at least one more round before he had to go.
Unfortunately, there was no time. Nick begrudgingly brushed his teeth while Reece disappeared, then dragged himself back into his bedroom to get dressed.
He got a t-shirt, hoodie, shorts, and joggers, laying them out on his bed before stepping into his briefs.
Reece walked back into the room as soon as they were in place, carrying the gift basket he made.
He really went all out, which was cute as hell.
It would’ve been nice to just get back in bed and go back to sleep with Reece snuggling up to him, the scent of his shampoo lulling Nick. After getting his shorts on, Nick sat on the bed and grabbed Reece by the waist, pulling him between his legs and resting his forehead on his shoulder.
“No more sleeping,” Reece said, rubbing Nick’s back in long, soothing strokes. “We have to go soon.” He kissed Nick’s cheek and then started rubbing his arms. “Let’s get these compression sleeves on you.”
Nick wouldn’t have dreamed of arguing, not with Reece relaxing his muscles by massaging his hand, arm, and shoulder thoroughly before pulling the first sleeve on and smoothing it out.
After both arms, Reece knelt on the floor and gave Nick’s legs the same treatment.
He was dozing off by the time Reece finished, grumbling a complaint when it was over.
Reece giggled quietly and patted Nick’s thigh before moving over to the basket and organizing things. “I think I’ve got everything you need here for the flight. Did you pack enough shoes?”
Nick grunted and stood, stretching his back and arms with a yawn. “Yeah… all that shit’s packed up by the door.”
“You still want me to drive you?”
“Yeah. Want you to keep an eye on this place while I’m gone, too. Stop by once in a while.”
“I can do that.”
The ride to the airport was quiet and short.
Reece drove them in Nick’s car and carried the backpack with Nick’s flight essentials while Nick managed the rest of his luggage.
They were soon seated with Declan and Alex, awaiting their flight to be called.
Reece was stiff, both hands tucked between his thighs.
Nick was slouched in his own seat, legs spread wide enough that the right, nearest Reece, was pressed against his.
His hands were in the front pocket of his hoodie, the hood itself over his head.
“Glad we got to see you this morning before we go,” Declan said to Reece.
He’d been pacing around as if he couldn’t be still since they arrived, and walked right over to Reece, a hand stretching out to settle on top of his head.
Maybe to ruffle those silken blond strands.
Nick’s hand was out of his pocket and halting Declan by his wrist before he could though.
“The hell, Nick?” Declan huffed.
“You’re too damn handsy. Fuck off. It’s ass o’clock and I’m not in the mood.”
Nick’s mood really was foul, and that didn’t change even with Reece’s blue eyes on him, studying him with an innocent curiosity that Nick was annoyingly fond of.
“I’m really gonna miss you guys,” Reece said, voice wobbling, eyes already filled with tears. It would be the longest they’d ever been apart since they met.
The flight was called and all of them stood, Declan crushing Reece in a hug despite Nick’s harsh glare.
Then Reece turned to Alex and hugged him, the two sharing their farewells, all the while Nick just stood there, waiting, wishing he could take Reece with him.
Then it was just them, with only seconds to spare, and Reece met his gaze, the tears falling down his cheeks with one blink, that soft lower lip wobbling.
Nick wrapped his right arm around him, holding Reece tight to his chest.
“Don’t worry, Kitten. My dick will be back before you can miss it too much,” Nick teased, and when Reece pulled back to smack him, Nick laughed, pleased that his words distracted Reece like he wanted them to.
“You’re so mean, Nicky. I’ll miss all of you, you know… Now who’s gonna have Pizza and Fashion Disaster Tuesdays with me?” He sniffled, the tears falling faster.
It was hard to believe that Reece ever managed to talk Nick into watching that shit, but oddly enough, he’d miss it too. “It’ll be quick.”
“Okay…” Reece wiped his cheeks and embraced Nick around the waist. “Be safe. Have lots of fun with the guys.”
“See you.” Nick lifted his hand to lay over Reece’s hair, feeling how soft and smooth it was, and pressed a kiss into Reece’s head before he even realized what he was doing.
Nick didn’t look back once he walked away, already knowing what he’d find there.
The time would fly by and they both knew that.
Reece was just a crybaby. Always had been, always would be.
It was one of the things about Reece that Nick was attracted to, but this was one of the times Nick couldn’t handle seeing his tears.