Nick knew Reece was genuine about what he said, but he also knew how much fun Reece had when playing. Knew how amazing he was, too. And that selfish part of him still wished Reece would still be by his side, playing for much longer. Modeling suited Reece well though—he was made to be appreciated. Apparently. Since Nick’s gaze kept drifting back to him.
He got away with it several times, but eventually was caught, Reece’s teeth flashing with a broad smile when he found Nick’s eyes on him. Nick just hoped Reece wouldn’t get the wrong idea.
Did Nick want to fuck him again? Absolutely.
Would there ever be anything more between them than that? No. Nick just couldn’t do it. He didn’t have it in him. He didn’t want to hurt Reece.
Dinner ran long. They went for ice cream after, just like they used to, and yet this time, Nick couldn’t prevent his eyes from zeroing in on Reece’s mouth, on the tongue that curled around the sweet treat innocently. Nick wanted that mouth on his cock—wanted his mouth on Reece, too.
“Something on your mind?”
Those words and the way Reece licked along his lips were Nick’s undoing. He didn’t answer, but some unspoken agreement formed between them, and half an hour later, they were in Reece’s new apartment, stripping across from one another. Nick was glad his body moved on its own, getting rid of his shirt first before his shorts hit the floor, because Reece had him transfixed.
Reece was right in front of him, first exposing his torso, all smooth skin and a tiny waist. Toned and strong and yet even softer than he managed to appear. Nick hadn’t forgotten. Only when he flexed did his abs show, and even then the movement was unintentional, Reece bending down to remove his own pants until he stood there, naked and pretty as ever.
“Shower,” Reece said, his breathless tone and wandering eyes making Nick hotter.
Nick had Reece pinned against the cold, navy blue tiles of his shower moments later, the water pouring down on them before it even warmed properly. Those long legs were locked around Nick’s waist and Nick’s mouth was on Reece’s left ear, teasing the lobe and silver hoop there. He almost kissed Reece. When they were chest to chest and Reece’s eyes were on him, sparkling like sprinkled snow over a spring blue, and those lips were parted and begging to be kissed. Fucking Reece was already crossing a line, kissing him was far too dangerous.
One chaste kiss before had been enough to ruin him. Kissing those soft lips, tasting Reece in that way, was too great a risk for Nick.
Because he was fucking weak.
He wasn’t disappointed though, not with the way Reece moaned from having his ear teased. Reece was hard and grinding into him as if he couldn’t be still for even a second. If Nick could’ve taken him without any prep, he would’ve, because he wanted to be inside Reece just that bad. He was aching for it, had been ever since the first time. He wanted another round. Sober. Wanted Reece longer. Wanted to do all the things he realized he hadn’t gotten to do the first time. One time wasn’t enough. Maybe two times wouldn’t be either.
“Nicky,” Reece said, one hand limply rubbing the back of Nick’s neck. “The soap.”
Nick grabbed the soap and handed it over, lips leaving Reece’s ear to trail down his throat instead. He scraped his teeth over Reece’s racing pulse, then bit him on the shoulder.
“Ow! Don’t bite… you’ll leave a mark.”
“So?” Nick’s lips latched onto his throat and sucked hard, quick enough that Reece couldn’t react until it was over, harsh enough to draw the blood to the skin like Nick wanted.
Reece gasped, the soap in his hand that rested over Nick’s shoulder slipping out and hitting the shower floor. “That’s your fault.”
The water suddenly felt too hot as Nick lifted his head, Reece’s soapy hand rubbing down his shoulder and chest. “You’re the one that dropped it.”
“Because of that mouth,” Reece moaned, hips rocking. “Pick it up.”
“Then get off me.”
“No.”
They both laughed and Nick managed to find and grab the soap with Reece clinging to him the whole time. Washing was a blur of more soap than necessary and hands all over the place. Nick’s all over Reece. Reece’s all over him.
By the time they were mostly dry and inside Reece’s room, Nick was stroking himself, the need for stimulation too great to ignore. Reece was the same, getting lube from his dresser and handing it over to Nick without a word.
“How do you want me?”
Nick squeezed the bottle in his hand so tight it popped the cap open and shot out half the contents. Better the lube than him, he supposed, but that pressing need he’d been suffering from was only getting worse.
Before he could answer, Reece’s thighs met the edge of the bed and he leaned over and spread his legs to settle in a more comfortable stance. Nick thought fucking Reece once would get it out of his system, but that was far from what happened. He wanted Reece a thousand times more now.
Reece’s cheeks were flushed, eyes remaining on Nick as he stepped closer. Reece had always been attractive, nobody in their right mind would deny it, but like this… Like this, he was different. Unfairly pretty and so fuckable. When Nick thought about anyone else being able to see him like this, when he was all flushed and needy, so desperate to be fucked, it pissed him off.
Tossing the lube onto the bed next to Reece, Nick dropped to his knees behind him, spreading his cheeks and watching as his hole winked back at him. Reece wanted it so bad, maybe more than anyone else Nick had ever fucked, and that was saying something.
“Nicky?”
