Don’t get any ideas,he almost added, unable to miss the smile that tugged at Reece’s lips. A satisfied smile that seemed to go a lot deeper than the surface.
Reece was in the same spot when Nick returned from the bathroom with a damp cloth and a towel. After cleaning Reece up, Nick lifted his hips, Reece groaning as Nick brought his legs together for him and then kneaded his hips and ass with his thumbs for a moment.
“That feels good,” he cooed, smile returning. He was sleepy, all the energy drained from his body.
Nick had a million things on his mind, so many things he wanted to say. So many things he wanted to do. But he just cleaned Reece and the bed, then left him to sleep it off with that same stupidly happy smile on his face.
Nick knew he’d fucked up and he knew that whatever fun they’d had was over now. He could be selfish and hold ontoReece for a little while longer, but Reece would only end up getting hurt, and Nick didn’t want to hurt him.
7
Chapter 7 - Reece
Reece had a busy week. He had a different photo shoot every day, and in the evenings, he worked on his online portfolio. He didn’t have much free time, yet he still managed to think of Nick every single day at some point. They hadn’t spoken since the last time they fucked. It was over too soon, Reece had wanted more—wanted Nick for the whole night—but it hadn’t felt like a loss when Nick had stayed, cleaned him up, and even settled him into bed before leaving.
It didn’t mean anything. Reece knew that. He knew Nick had never been interested in any relationship, not with him or with anyone. But when they were together, it was so good that it was perfect. Nick was unfairly hot and everything that came out of his mouth only seemed to turn Reece on more. He called himbabyand talked him through sex unintentionally, saying things that had Reece feeling delirious with need.
The memory of Nick taking him was so fresh in his mind, so good that Reece just couldn’t help playing it over and over again—particularly when he was in bed trying to go to sleep. He couldn’t possibly drift off with his cock hard. Reece tucked it between his legs and hugged his pillow, groaning at himself. He swore to himself that he wouldn’t chase Nick, that he wouldn’t be the first one to reach out, but when he was like this, Reece really started second-guessing everything.
Wouldn’t it be more obvious that something was up if hedidn’tfollow up after sex that good? Wait. Should he be worried that Nick didn’t like sex with him as much since he hadn’t reached out? No. It wasn’t that.
Reece was thinking too much and wasting time doing so. He just needed to be nonchalant about it and stop worrying so much. Resolving himself, Reece swiped off of YouTube where he’d been suffering in Nick highlight reels from the last year and opened his texts, scrolling down until he found Nick’s chat and stared at the screen. He typed three different messages, none of them feeling right, and then finally just bit the bullet.
Reece:Wanna play?
It seemed a safe enough question. Not a lame enough greeting that Nick would leave him on read, but subtle enough that he could play it off as him hoping for a one-on-one if Nick tried to make anything of it. Though there was only one type of play Reece was interested in at the moment, and it had him groaning and shifting in his bed.
He really shouldn’t have been sending texts when he was so horny he could hardly function.
So horny he could picture Nick at his door, stripping on his way over, that sexy voice of his only one of the many things determined to be Reece’s undoing.
Nick opened the text, Reece biting his lip as he saw the delivered message turn to read. Nick never started typing aresponse. Reece was devastated. Maybe he was busy, so Reece didn’t let it get him down, but he did spread his legs and slip his hand into his underwear to wrap around his cock.
He’d just take care of himself. No big deal. If he came, he’d feel better, have a clear head, and then he wouldn’t be so caught up on Nick.
Except… Reece ended up back on those highlight reels, watching Nick play as he touched himself.
“What the fuck?” Reece moaned to himself, unable to believe that this was his porn of choice. Of all things in the world.
It was all Nick’s fault. Reece shouldn’t have been suffering just because of his stupid hot best friend who should’ve been there fucking him already.
Reece couldn’t concentrate and ended up leaving his video to swipe back to his texts. As if a response from Nick might actually come. He wasn’t going to reply and it irked Reece. Made him pout. He wouldn’t follow up with another text but he would confront Nick for ignoring him. So he called instead.
Nick picked up on the second ring, his deep voice in Reece’s ear almost drawing a moan out of him on the spot.
“What’s up?”
“Well…” Reece shifted to lie against his pillows more comfortably, looking at his dick in his hand. “You don’t seem busy.”
“Haven’t been home and showered long. Making food because I’m starving to death.”
He didn’t sound like he was in the mood to play at all. That didn’t stop Reece from touching himself. He thought of freshly showered Nick eating him instead of whatever he was making at home, and his dick started leaking.
“The hell are you doin’?”
“Hmm?” Reece moaned, eyes bulging when he realized he’d zoned out for a moment. “Huh? Oh! Ah… Nothing really…”
“Oh? Don’t sound like nothin’…”
