Epilogue
“First game and those two are facing off. I still can’t believe it,” Reece said as he walked into the arena with Alex, heading toward his court-side seat.
They’d enjoyed a delicious buffet of food together, but the game would begin before long, so they were all ready to get settled in. Nick and Declan would be playing one another, kicking off their NBA careers and the season with a match people would no doubt be talking about for years to come.
“Oh, he saw me,” Reece said, giggling when he noticed Nick find him in the crowd and immediately start making his way over off the court. Reece went to the front row of seats, grinning when Nick didn’t hesitate to dip down and greet him with a kiss. “Hey, Nicky, ready to play?”
“Ask me that and I might think you’re talking about something other than basketball.”
“Well,” Reece teased, laughing when Nick nudged him. “Have a good game, Nicky.”
“Will, Kitten,” Nick said, stole another kiss, then jogged back onto the court.
Reece sighed, his smile permanently etched on his face.
Nick announced his relationship with Reece as soon as he was back in L.A., and he was always going out of his way to make it known that Reece belonged to him—and that he belonged to Reece—even though he was working so hard.
The NBA was nothing like any basketball Nick or any of them played before.
Even the initial practices hadn’t been easy.
Reece scheduled his own work to be completed during practice hours aside from his fashion shows, which he never missed due to Nick’s insistence.
Days without him weren’t the best, but knowing Kent was with Nick made Reece feel better.
Knowing the games would take a lot out of Nick, Reece only chose the best and most convenient jobs for himself, wanting plenty of time to be available when Nick was off or if he needed him.
And he would never miss one of Nick’s games, no matter what. To think this was only the start of his NBA career…
All of them…
Seeing Nick and Declan go at it with the stakes so much higher kept Reece’s heart racing from the start of the game to the end.
Reece didn’t want Declan to lose but he wanted Nick to win even more, and he was so proud of both of them for giving it their all.
They looked so hot going one-on-one, sweating more with each quarter and yet managing to come off even more powerfully.
It sure was something to witness. In the end, Nick’s team won by two points thanks to a buzzer-beater that one of Nick’s teammates pulled off.
Reece couldn’t wait to celebrate.
Celebrating started by waiting in the back for Nick, where Reece stood with some wives and girlfriends of the other players. They were all sweet and used the opportunity to take selfies with Reece. They already had a group chat and Reece was honestly happy to be a part of it.
“There you are.”
Reece turned from the girls at Nick’s voice, his whole face lighting up to greet him and congratulate him, but Nick’s lips were hard on his before he could say anything—before he could even properly look at Nick.
“Nicky, babe, you’ll scare the ladies,” Reece teased softly.
“I don’t give a fu—”
“We’re not scared,” one of them said, all of them giggling.
“Seriously, don’t mind us,” another said, holding up her phone and snapping a picture.
Reece blushed, using the towel around Nick’s neck to pat Nick’s forehead and face dry of sweat. “You went hard out there.”
“Not as hard as I’m gonna go on you later.”
Reece could only laugh nervously and blush harder as the girls surrounding them gasped, giggled, and whispered.
Little did he know, it was only the start of lots of public affections.
* * *
“I see you’ve got Reece Keys with you after your win tonight. You two have been causing quite the stir this year since your NBA debut. It’s been a huge year for both of you. How do you two plan to celebrate?”
Reece’s hand rubbing up and down Nick’s back reminded him to keep his response clean, because otherwise he would’ve gladly told the woman what they had planned for the evening.
“First off, it’s gonna be Reece Gray real soon. Next year will be even bigger for us. As long as Ree’s with me, it’s a celebration.”
Reece hid his face against Nick’s arm, but there was no hiding his grin from the camera or the reporter.
“Oh?! Is this your engagement announcement?”
Nick grunted in confirmation, and while Reece still appeared bashful, he placed his left hand over Nick’s chest, showing off the diamond-studded silver band on his ring finger.
It had taken a while to get the timing right, but Nick had gone all out for the real proposal.
They had their first helicopter ride together, right over the beach where Nick had flowers and candles spread out in a very romantic “Will You Marry Me”, and they’d had to circle back because Reece didn’t even see it the first time.
They’d been too busy with their eyes and lips on each other.
When he did see it, Reece screamed and laughed, cooing over it being so romantic and thinking it was for someone else’s proposal.
And Nick let him think just that until they’d landed and walked there to see it for themselves.
There were professional photographers there who Reece was friends with, capturing every moment, including Nick taking a knee in the sand and showing off the ring.
Reece’s tears. All the kisses that followed.
Nick told him they didn’t have to rush things again, just that he knew Reece was his person, and he wanted to promise himself to Reece forever, no matter when they finally decided to get married.
That he’d leave it up to Reece. But at the same time…
He couldn’t wait to marry Reece. Even if it would never stop people from pining after his sexy model kitten, Nick wanted his name on what belonged to him.
“Well, congratulations on the win and on the engagement. We’re all cheering for you two.”
“Thank you,” Reece said and Nick just looked at him, interview and reporter forgotten. Reece was more beautiful than he’d ever been, and everything about him made Nick soften and ache to get hard at the same damn time.
* * *
“Ugh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
“Hey!” Reece whined, hands wrapped around Nick’s calves with just the right amount of pressure—sliding down to his ankles and working their way back up to his knees.
“Fuck, that feels so fuckin’ good.”
“Stop it!” Reece smacked Nick on his ass but went right back to work.
“The fuck? I’m the only one slappin’ ass ‘round here.”
Nick was cute when he was slurring and drooling, and Reece knew his body was sore and worn out. But…
“How come you don’t moan like that when we’re doing other things?”
“Other things? Wait—I wasn’t moaning.”
“You were,” Reece huffed and squeezed Nick’s legs with just enough pressure to make him moan again. Loud and long.
“Fuck!”
“See.”
“Damn it. I can’t help it.”
“Well. Guess I’ll just have to work harder to make your dick feel as good as your legs with this rubbing.”
“Oh, Kitten, you have no idea how damn good you feel on me. Always. Your ass… Your mouth… Even your fuckin’ hands are—fuck,” he hissed, words failing him when Reece rubbed his palms up the center of Nick’s calves.
“Really?” Reece sighed happily. “I like when you praise me…”
“Then I’ll do it more. As long as you’re a good kitten and deserve it.”
“I’m always good.”
Nick rolled over onto his back and spread his legs, grinning sleepily at Reece. “Yeah? Show me how good then. Put me to sleep, Kitten.”
Reece freed Nick’s cock, nuzzling it to full hardness with his cheek. It didn’t matter how tired Nick’s body was, he always got hard for Reece easily.
“Should I say goodnight and I love you before I get started?” Reece asked playfully, lips teasing the tip of Nick as he spoke.
“Fuck, probably…”
“Love you, Nicky… Sleep well, okay?”
“Love you too, Kitten.” Reece knew how tired Nick was simply from the energy, or lack thereof, Nick showed when he laid his hand on Reece’s head.
Taking him into his mouth, Reece sucked Nick nice and slow, still massaging his legs all the while. Nick let his body relax, let Reece take control and give him everything he needed, and before Reece was even done swallowing Nick’s come, Nick was snoring.
* * *
“Where are you taking me now?”
It was Reece’s birthday. A little over two months since Nick’s first season in the NBA was completed. Long enough for Nick to be more than rested up. He was spending most of his time with Reece, but his birthday was a special occasion.
Nick didn’t have to ask for Kent to prepare Reece’s favorite breakfast. Kent was as eager to make sure Reece had the best day ever as Nick was.
Before breakfast, Nick kissed and rubbed on Reece until he came, cleaned him up, and cuddled with him until it was time to eat, and then they started their day.
They went shopping, met Reece’s sisters for lunch, played a game of ball with some local kids, then wound up at a cozy little bar after dinner, where Reece somehow managed to get Nick to participate in karaoke with him.
He’d never realized how nice Reece’s singing voice was until then. It was a great time.
The real fun was only just about to begin though, because Nick had plans for his kitten that would no doubt blow his mind.
“We’re going to play.”
“Play? Oh but home is that way, Nicky.”
Nick chuckled, laying his hand on Reece’s thigh and squeezing it. “Who says we gotta be home to play?”
Reece rested his hand over Nick’s, squirming in a way that told him he was intrigued. “Oh? Where does Nicky want to play this time?”
“We’ll be there in a few minutes, Kitten.”
“Nicky,” Reece cooed, rubbing his thighs together and releasing Nick’s hand to unbuckle his seatbelt, which Nick grabbed and smoothly snapped back into place.
“Oh, no you don’t.”
“But Nicky! Wanna get started now…” His pout was too fucking adorable and Nick didn’t stop him when his hand reached for Nick’s dick and began palming it.
“Goddammit.”
By the time they arrived, Nick was hard as fuck and wanting every inch of his cock swallowed up by Reece. He didn’t care if it was his perfect mouth or his sweet ass, as long as it was Reece, but his dick would have to wait.
There was nothing outside of the establishment they arrived at that indicated what went on inside. There was a modern, sophisticated look about the place. Reece was oblivious but excited, holding tight to Nick’s arm, hand playing with Nick’s fingers.
“Is it a club?” Reece asked as they approached the entrance, his eyes on the backpack Nick carried. “What’s in the bag?”
Instead of answering, Nick opened the door for him and they walked in together.
Reece kept clinging to him, murmuring about it actually being some sort of club as they stood in a dimly lit room, the walls and carpet all black velvet.
Nick paid their entry, and they were led into a room beyond a set of crimson doors.
It appeared to be a small lounge, where a single woman sat, rambling on her phone.
When Reece noticed her skimpy attire, he looked to Nick with wide eyes and leaned in closer to him.
“Is this a strip club?”
Nick laughed, thanking the man who let them into a changing room. Reece let him go so Nick could let the bag down and open it.
“Take your clothes off.”
“Huh?” Reece gasped, looking around the room in disbelief. “I don’t under—”
“Take your clothes off,” Nick repeated, cutting Reece off, and he smiled when Reece blushed and started removing his shirt.
Reece watched Nick do the same with rapt fascination, as if he hadn’t seen him shirtless a thousand times or more, his own stripping process slowing as he was distracted, blue eyes roaming.
“Everything,” Nick urged after folding his shirt and dropping it on the sofa behind him. He then worked his pants open and pushed them down.
Gulping, Reece shimmied out of his skinny jeans, handing them and his shirt over to Nick, who folded them and added them to his own pile while Reece fiddled with the hem of his cheeky briefs.
“Yeah, Kitten. Those too.”
“Nicky.” He was shifting on his feet, cheeks pink, dick chubbing up beautifully.
“Be a good boy and do as you’re told.”
Reece moaned at that, rubbing a hand down over his half-hard cock before pushing the briefs down and passing them to Nick, too.
“That’s it, baby. Fuckin’ perfect,” Nick said, standing in only his boxers as he searched his bag for the outfit he brought Reece.
It was a full pajama set including white silk shorts and a crop top cami, both lined with sexy black lace.
There was a matching robe too, short enough that it was the same length as Reece’s shorts.
Reece accepted everything, face red as he dressed himself, but Nick could tell how giddy he was, even if Reece wouldn’t have been hard.
Nick’s own pajamas consisted of a royal blue pair of bottoms, since he opted to go shirtless.
After they were both as dressed as they were getting, Nick retrieved the gift box inside the bag and presented it to Reece, popping it open himself to reveal a black leather collar within.
The front was complete with a pretty little black bow and a tiny silver bell.
Reece barely managed to stifle his squeal at the sight of it.
“A collar?”
“Since you’re such a good kitten,” Nick hummed, taking his time securing the collar around Reece’s pretty throat. “Fuck… Looks even better than I thought it would.”
Reece giggled, bouncing on his feet to make the bell jingle. Then he twirled around, giving Nick the full view. “You think I’m cute?”
“Cute don’t even come close to describing what you are, Kitten.”
“Stop,” Reece said, hiding his face behind his hands.
“Gonna show you exactly what I think,” Nick promised as he packed their stuff away into one of the lockers.
Reece really thought they were about to walk into some sex dungeon, and though he’d already gotten himself worked up thanks to his overly creative imagination, Reece wasn’t disappointed in the least when he learned the truth.
Nick had arranged an intimate photo shoot. Something sensual and sexy, reserved for the two of them only. Reece might’ve been the professional model, but Nick was beautiful in that raw and harsh way of his. Every picture. Every pose. Every touch. Every kiss. Reece loved every second.
“How can you do this to me?” Reece asked, breathless and teary-eyed after being kissed senseless on the black silk sheets over the prop bed.
“Do what?” Nick asked, tongue trailing a sinful path up Reece’s finger.
“Make me fall for you even more…”
Nick grinned, devilish and beautiful. “It’s a mutual problem.”
“Well,” Reece trailed off as his fingertip was kissed tenderly. “I like this kind of problem.”
“Me too, Kitten. Me too.”
THE END