“I’m ready. Can you get my bag and lock up for me?”
“I’m the only fuckin’ one who locks up around here. Your ass better start listening to me.”
“Okay, Nicky, okay.” Reece laughed, walking out first when Nick opened the door and waiting as Nick locked it. Reece had a mini backpack with all the things he needed inside, including a change of clothes in case of… accidents. It looked out of placeslung over Nick’s shoulder, but Nick carried it like it was no big deal.
If Reece’s hands weren’t busy with the basket, he’d be glued to Nick’s arm. His rich and sweet scent had Reece wanting to lean into him and breathe him in forever, but he had to settle for now. Nick opened the trunk for Reece to put the basket inside, and pointedly looked away when Reece demanded he not look.
Once they were in the car and buckled up, Reece leaned over the center console, propping his left forearm on it as he reached over with his right hand to stroke up and down Nick’s thigh. It was too hard to be patient when their time was so limited.
“I thought about you fucking me all. Damn. Day,” he admitted unabashedly, nose skimming up Nick’s arm, finally closer, though still not close enough. He smelled so good, and Reece wanted his mouth all over him.
“We haven’t even had dinner yet,” Nick snorted and Reece laughed as he got back in his seat properly.
“Fine, I’ll behave,” he said, relenting, but then Nick was reaching over and slipping his hand between his legs instead.
“I love these fuckin’ things,” Nick hummed as he pinched the thin material of the leggings, tugging it and letting it slap back against Reece’s skin.
Reece laughed again, softer this time. “I know.” He learned that only a week before, when Nick came over earlier than anticipated and caught him in the middle of a yoga session. Reece had been fucked on the mat, against the wall, and on the counter with the leggings stillon.He’d never forget it. “What are we having for dinner?”
“Steak,” he said simply, and Reece curled his left arm around Nick’s right, since it was so close, his right hand feeling up Nick’s arm to distract himself from the huge hand on his thigh.
“Steak’s good…”
Reece learned once they reached Nick’s that not only were they having steak but Nick had someone preparing it for them, in his kitchen. It wasn’t a secret that Nick didn’t let just anyone into his place, his safe haven. He hadn’t when he lived at the family home he’d inherited after his parents’ deaths and not when he lived in the Coastal Miami dorms. Not since he moved into his new apartment either. Nick was strict about who he got close to and how close he let them get, so Reece was curious.
“Ignore him,” Nick told Reece when he was trying to peek into the kitchen, the sound of practiced chopping drawing his attention.
Reece looked to Nick in surprise, once again hiding the basket behind his back. “You have someone cooking?”
Nick grunted his confirmation as he plopped down on the couch. Reece set the basket on the floor beside one of the chairs and joined him, sitting so close he might as well have been on top of Nick, and they leaned into one another simultaneously, so naturally that it felt rehearsed. Reece tipped his head back and Nick’s lips met his throat. Soft and firm and knowing. One kiss, a flick of his tongue, and then that suckle that always made Reece melt.
How was he supposed to behave when Nick was coming for him like this? Reece wrapped his arms around Nick’s neck, hands fisting his shirt, and pulled him closer while pressing his body closer. Something between a giggle and a moan carried across the room from Reece, and it was all soft and sexy fun until Nick had a handful of his hair, holding tight to it and manipulating Reece’s head to his liking—so he could lick and nip and suck at every exposed inch of his throat.
With his breathing labored already, Reece could only accept whatever Nick gave him as he was lowered onto his back and his shirt was easily pushed up to his collarbones. While he held it with one hand, Nick laid his free hand over Reece’s hardeningcock and slid it up, feeling up the entirety of his torso and slipping under the sweater where it was bunched up before grasping his throat. His hand was so big it wrapped all the way around to the back, and Reece gulped.
“Nicky…”
Nick pulled back, separating himself from Reece long enough to leave him pouting but just until he put on some music. Then Nick was back, looking at him with his hair all mussed up, his sweater a mess, chest and stomach bared, leggings doing nothing to conceal his erection.
“Closer, Nicky, don’t tease.” Reece grabbed him by his shirt and hauled him closer, turning to face the couch as he guided Nick into lying just there, and together they rolled until Nick was on his back and Reece was on top of him, ass right over his hardening cock. “Oh, God… I missed him,” he said, referring to that glorious monster beneath him as he rocked on it, their soft clothing making it so easy to be slotted together.
“Oh yeah?” Nick grinned, one arm resting under his head while the other trailed up Reece’s skin under his shirt.
“Yeah… You’ve been making me wait so long.”
“You mean you didn’t play with yourself since last time?”
“No! Wanted to wait for you…”
Nick’s grin remained as he pinched Reece’s nipple, surprising him. He arched his back and hissed, thankful for the music thrumming through the apartment. Reece wanted Nick inside of him. Wanted Nick’s lips all over his skin. Wanted to hear him and taste him and feel all of him.
“What’s this you’re wearin’ for me, hm?” Nick asked as he felt along the thin silk straps weaving around his ribs and waist. Reece had forgotten all about them, hadn’t even felt them there when Nick’s hand was so distracting.
“You can’t see it yet, stop.” He pushed Nick’s hand away and bent forward, laying his chest over Nick’s and brushing their cheeks together. “I’ll show you after dinner.”
“Wanna see now.”
“No!” Reece kissed Nick’s neck and then scrambled off of him. “I can show you your going-away gift though.”
