Chapter 18 - Nick
“‘Ey yo, I wasn’t done with that,” Nick said, holding out a hand for the phone that had been stolen and clenching it into a fist when Alex just tucked it into his pocket.
“It’s time to head to the gym. No more pouting. I’ll make sure you’re tired enough to sleep tonight. Reece will be coming over the weekend, and we want to show him an overall improvement in our playing. Don’t we?” Alex stared up at him, a brow arched in challenge.
Nick’s jaw tensed, and he pointedly glared at the nearest wall, but he wouldn’t argue with Alex. Reece was coming… And Nick was going to fuck him so hard he’d never forget it.
He arrived Thursday evening around nine o’clock.
Nick was forced to remain at the training camp while someone drove Alex out to the airport to pick Reece up.
He couldn’t sit still, even as he sat on the couch after Declan teased him about relaxing, Nick’s leg bounced.
He still couldn’t believe Reece was coming, anxious and eager for the early reunion, and when Alex returned and walked through the door, all Nick saw was silky blond hair behind him.
“You made it!” Declan was the first one there, crushing Reece in a one-armed hug when he was barely in the room. “How was the flight?”
“Long, but you know, First Class is a dream.”
“Oh, hell yeah,” Declan agreed, giving Reece another squeeze before releasing him.
Reece laughed. “It’s good to see you guys. I can’t believe I get to check the camp out.”
“Yes, well, I’m sure you’ll fit right in,” Alex said.
Finally, once everyone stepped out of Nick’s way, he could properly see Reece across the room.
Nick was still on the couch, but he’d calmed.
His leg was no longer bouncing. He was just wholly focused on Reece, and when their eyes met, the smile that lit Reece’s face made Nick’s chest tighten, and something warm tingled in his gut.
“Nicky!”
He was across the room, arms around Nick’s neck in a flash, and damn if he wasn’t smooth and warm and smelling like home. Nick pressed his nose to Reece’s cheek, greedily breathing in the scent of him, his hands finding Reece’s hips and slipping up to his waist under his shirt and around his back.
“Took you long enough,” he grumbled, and Reece snickered as he sat on Nick’s lap, not loosening his hold in the slightest.
“Mhm.” Reece let out a long, soft breath, relaxing in Nick’s arms, and somehow, Nick felt at ease too. As if all the tension eating at him since the training camp began just melted away.
He thought long and hard every damn day about having Reece with him. Getting home to him. Holding him. Fucking him. And now that Reece was there, Nick didn’t want to let him go.
Reece only separated from Nick, reluctantly, when Declan brought over food, but he still sat right next to Nick on the couch—close enough at all times to be touching, and yet nowhere near close enough. Nick needed Reece on him.
Half an hour after their late dinner, Nick was in bed, holding the covers up for Reece to settle in next to him. He was like a magnet, slipping in, body molding to Nick’s just like it always had before. Like it was his place to be.
“You’re really here,” Reece whispered against Nick’s chest, arms winding around his neck, hands on Nick’s head, fingers gently wandering over his scalp making him shudder.
“You’re really here,” Nick said with a snort, grabbing the back of Reece’s thigh and pulling his leg around his waist.
“Nicky,” he breathed, hips shifting, the motion bringing their cocks together, both hardening from the closeness. “I missed this.”
“What’d you miss?” Nick asked, rolling them over and moving Reece to the center of the bed. Settling between those long legs was really like being home, even with all their clothes in the way.
“This,” he said, moaning as he grinded up against Nick. “You. I missed you.”
“Me too,” Nick admitted. He hated how much he missed Reece. He couldn’t deny it now that Reece was with him and everything suddenly felt right. The way all his frustration and unease faded away.
Somehow, this was Nick’s favorite place to be. His favorite thing to see. Reece beneath him, with his hair on the sheets, those blue eyes on him. So damn pretty that Nick wanted to fucking choke him. With his dick.
Reece made him so crazy he didn’t know where to begin, but he did so with his eyes, soaking up every inch of Reece because he really had fucking missed him.
He knew Reece was tired after the flight. Knew they could sleep and have their time come morning, but Nick didn’t have it in him to wait. He needed to be closer.
“Gonna fuck you, Kitten. I’ll be gentle.”
Reece blushed, melting where he lay. “You don’t have to be,” he said quietly.
“I do… Unless you want everyone to know I’m fucking you.”
His eyes wandered about like he was considering it. Nick scoffed and sat back to push up Reece’s shirt and grab the waistband of his pants, only to realize that he was wearing leggings. Nick had soaked him in, had rubbed his dick all on Reece, and yet had been blind to those.
Reece definitely wore them on purpose.
“You fuckin’ slut.”
“Wha—” His pink cheeks turned red, Reece squirming as Nick peeled down the black leggings. “I am not—”
“No underwear?”
“Well, that’s—”
“Not a slut, just a kitten in heat, hm?”
Reece moaned, legs spreading so wide his knees hit the mattress.
His dick was standing proud, a thin string of precum already seeping from his tip to his stomach.
Nick was in no better condition, but all he could think about was eating Reece up.
He removed Reece’s shirt, and then his own, only leaving his shorts on because it was the last thread of his patience.
Lying over him, being skin to skin with Reece, settled Nick in a way nothing else could. Relief flooded through him as quickly as arousal had, and he sighed as he brought his lips to Reece’s ear, brushing over the pierced lobe.
“We gotta keep you quiet, but don’t try to cover your face.”
He was too damn pretty. Nick needed to see all of him. Needed to see every shift in his expression.
“But Nicky,” he drawled in a whisper. “I’ve been struggling to even play with myself so… What if it feels too good?”
“Struggling to play with yourself? Damn, I need to hear all about that…”
“Hush it.”
Nick chuckled into his ear, then trailed his lips along Reece’s jaw. He kissed his chin. Then his throat. “It will feel too good. You still have to keep quiet. Or I’ll just have to fuck your mouth instead of your ass.”
“M-maybe that’s a good idea,” he suggested carefully.
Nick lifted his head just in time to see Reece chewing on his lower lip.
It looked soft and plump and Nick remembered well how it felt on his skin.
On his dick. Reece released it and opened his mouth to speak but lost his words and gasped instead when Nick took the same lip between his teeth and tugged.
Reece’s moan was music to Nick’s ears. His fingertips were digging into Nick’s back, nails trimmed short but still managing to scratch him.
Just that easily, he was trembling, and Nick almost laughed.
He was going to come too fast, maybe even too much.
He’d end up overstimulated and crying if Nick wasn’t careful.
He wouldn’t be careful.
When he released Reece’s lip, both of them licked their own reflexively. Poor thing already looked out of it, and damn if it didn’t turn Nick on like crazy to see it. He pinned Reece’s arms to the bed with his own, their fingers lacing together as his lips found Reece’s neck once more.
“You didn’t come all this way just to get your mouth fucked, did you?”
“Ah, well—”
Nick kissed his neck, then sucked on it, and Reece moaned louder. Loud enough that Nick clamped a hand over his mouth.
“Shh. Told you to keep it down. We’re just getting started and you’re already getting all loud.”
“Stop it. I wasn’t,” Reece said after shaking his head to get his mouth free. “You’re attacking me…”
“Wonder how long this sort of attack will take to make you come.”
He moaned again, this time softer. “Not long, Nicky, I’m just—”
“So horny? I know.”
“Stop it,” Reece groaned, biting Nick’s neck just hard enough to make him hiss.
“You fuckin’ bit me.” And Nick liked it. He was so hard he couldn’t stand it.
“You bit me first.”
“I’ll bite you all over,” Nick taunted, nipping at Reece’s chest a few times on his way to his nipple, giving it the same treatment. A firm enough grip with his teeth to have Reece gasping and arching up off the bed, and a slight tug just to feel him shudder.
And Nick meant what he said. It wasn’t a halfhearted threat.
It was his own way of fulfilling his own desires and needs because he left Reece with marks all over his throat and chest but his skin was as flawless now as if Nick had never gotten hold of him.
Reece was sensitive all over, and it was always satisfying to explore his body.
Even a bite on his wrist could send him over the edge if done properly.
Nick knew because he’d made it happen. A couple weeks away didn’t make him forget all the things he learned about Reece’s body.
He didn’t think any amount of time would.
He was so soft and smelled like a wet dream.
Every reaction Nick got out of Reece left him throbbing with an ache that wouldn’t be satisfied until he was balls deep inside him.
He was getting drunk on his pretty kitten.
On everything about him, especially how reactive he was.
It wasn’t anything new, but it never failed to thrill Nick.
It had only taken a few minutes with his mouth to reduce Reece to a puddle of whimpers, his cock flushed red, a little pool of precum growing on his stomach.
Nick licked it up on his way. He’d never understand how everything about Reece was perfect. Dangerous. Beautiful.