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Chapter 8 - Nick
Nick walked into his kitchen dressed in his briefs, left hand toweling his hair dry while the right held his phone. Reece’s text had just come in and Nick stared at it, almost typing a response more than once before he set his phone on the counter with a groan.
Reece:Wanna play?
After a week of hell, Nick had just got Reece out of his head, deciding that he was safe as long as he didn’t fuck with him anymore. Now this… It just reminded him that he did want to play with Reece. He’d thought about fucking his friend at least once a day since the last time, but he couldn’t. No matter how pretty Reece was or how good of a fuck he was, Nick couldn’t keep fanning those flames. It was a recipe for disaster.
Deciding he wouldn’t reply, because if he did he might very well find himself heading right over there to play with Reece,Nick opened his fridge and started gathering things to make himself a sandwich or two.
He was just cutting his bread, everything laid out on the counter to be used, when his phone rang. He knew it was Reece before he even looked and grabbed his phone with a sigh. The text made it clear that nothing was wrong or urgent, but it wasn’t unlike Reece to call after having a text ignored. Nick would just answer the phone and tell Reece that they wouldn’t be playing anymore. Ever. They had to quit that shit.
But when he picked up, Reece was breathing heavily, moans soft and sweet, seeming to echo in Nick’s kitchen. He was damn glad he was alone.
Any chance there was of Nick cutting whateverthiswas short flew out the window the second Nick heard that first sweet sound. Not exactly like the sounds Reece made when Nick was fucking him, but there was no mistaking what was happening on Reece’s end of the line.
It didn’t take much to get a confession out of him, though it was playful and harmless enough for Nick to wonder if, again, he’d been worrying for nothing. Or maybe that was his dick talking, because damn if all the blood in his body didn’t seem to be rushing to his cock, filling it up. He hadn’t gotten his fill of Reece; that’s what his issue was. One time hadn’t been enough, but neither had a second time. It had just been a taste, but just enough for this unbearable need to form.
And now he had Reece on the phone, moaning about how good his dick was, how much he wanted it—and his mouth—and fuck, Nick was going to lose his mind because of this beautiful man. He was too hard to focus on the sandwich he was making, his dick too big to be confined by his briefs when it was this hard. He’d never had any form of phone sex, but with Reece moaning and babbling like that, and with Nick this hard, he found himself freeing his cock and taking it in his hand.
Nobody would ever know but him anyway.
Nick stroked himself, telling Reece to tell him more, because every word out of that mouth Nick still hadn’t gotten a chance to fuck was threatening to be the end of him. He hadn’t needed or cared to touch himself in so long, yet Reece was making him. Thinking about how worked up Reece was, about him fingering himself and wishing Nick was there fucking him… Nobody had ever turned him on more.
The only thing missing was a picture, which Nick needed because even if he could hear Reece clearly, even if he had one hell of an imagination, he needed tosee.
And the picture that Reece didn’t hesitate to send despite claiming he was shy, of him all flushed and hard and teary-eyed, was exactly what Nick had been missing.
Fuck.
Nick wanted to paint that pretty face with his cum. He wanted those pink lips wrapped around his cock. He wanted to see how good Reece was with his mouth, and considering he was pretty good at everything he tried, Nick had high hopes.
“Nicky, gotta come soon,” Reece whined breathlessly, like he needed it so damn bad and yet it was the last thing he wanted.
He wanted to savor this moment, just like Nick wanted to savor him.
“Already?” Nick couldn’t really be disappointed when he was so turned on by it. He wouldn’t be able to come that fast himself, yet he still stroked himself faster as if he might make it.
Reece’s whimpering felt too real with his picture staring back at Nick. Even his voice trembled, quiet and breathy and pure music to Nick’s ears. He was desperate to come and telling Nick because he wanted Nick to know that he’d been trying not to for a while, he wanted Nick to encourage it.
So he did.
“Then come,” he growled, cock throbbing in his hand.
Reece had made the comment that his fingers couldn’t compare to Nick’s cock. The same went for Nick’s hand compared to Reece’s ass. He couldn’t really even remember the exact feeling of fucking anyone else. It was always the same, really, good but…
But nothing like Reece. Reece, who was both tight but so fucking open, his walls molding to Nick’s dick like a custom fit. Reece, who was pliant and needy, always arching his back and presenting his ass like it was his sole purpose in life. Reece, who was on the phone right then, keening as he came.
Nick’s mind was reeling, everything blurring together right as Reece’s cries pitched highest and then began to fade into something softer.
Reality was only just beginning to settle over Nick as Reece said, “I came,” sounding all choked up. Nick almost ignored the cum on the cabinets under the counter and the floor in favor of imagining those blue eyes wet. What the hell was happening to him?
He was a fucking mess and had to get off the phone before he made things even worse. But they had no choice but to talk about this shit. Nick had to do something instead of just ignoring the issue as if it would somehow go away on its own. He sighed to himself as he used his towel to clean up his mess, imagining Reece cuddling up carelessly in bed with a content smile on his face.
Tomorrow Nick would confront Reece and his own feelings and put this whole mess behind him.
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