“Is that what that basket’s for?”
“Don’t be a jerk,” Reece huffed but smiled as he grabbed the basket and brought it over, setting it on the coffee table while Nick sat up, adjusting his dick in his joggers. It was hard to stay focused but Reece closed his eyes and he took a deep breath before taking a seat next to Nick.
“What’s this about…”
“I couldn’t send you off with nothing.” He laughed. “So I put together some things for you. To celebrate the trip and to keep you comfy. Especially on the flight.”
“You’re too damn much.” Nick clicked his tongue and looked around at all the things, seeming not to know where to begin.
“For the flight, I got you some compression gear, noise cancellation headphones—which are super comfy, so you can wear them for a long time and they won’t hurt your ears. That way you can nap without Dec bugging you. Some high protein snacks, with extras in case you’re compelled to share. There’s a self-care pack in there with moisturizer, sunscreen, and those face masks you like. There’s an eye mask to help you sleep, too.”
“You’re cute as fuck.”
Nick grabbed Reece by his wrist and tugged him to his feet and into his arms. Reece hugged him back and just laughed, thinking he’d be happy even if they just stayed like that for the remainder of the night. But of course, they both had other plans—desires that needed fulfilling before the night was over.
A not-so-subtle cough from the open walkway that led to the kitchen had the pair tearing apart from each other. Reece wasonly surprised when it was he who pulled away first and not Nick. Reece didn’t recognize the elder chef, but by the look he was giving Nick, Reece was certain these two weren’t strangers.
They were left alone for their meal, and Reece was floored not only by the delicious aroma, but the presentation. The few times Reece had eaten there, they sat at the bar, where Nick claimed he typically ate, but tonight the table was set for two and the whole thing seemed a bit romantic to Reece. The fact that their places were set next to instead of across from each other really made him want to squeal.
“Everything looks delicious,” Reece said as he sat down, beaming at Nick when he did the same. “Almost as good as you.”
“Yeah, I know you’d rather be sucking my dick than eating right now,” Nick mused.
“So? You probably want to eat me more than you want to eat too,” Reece teased, with heat rushing to his cheeks.
“Don’t tempt me with a good time.”
“Shush, you!” Reece bumped his foot against Nick’s. “Thank you for the food. Let’s eat.”
“The sooner we eat, the sooner I can fuck that mouth of yours.”
“Is my mouth all you can think about?”
Reece grabbed his fork and picked up a slice of tender cut beef, taking a bite from it while brushing his knee against Nick’s.
“No different than you not bein’ able to get my dick outta your head.”
Swallowing before his laughter bubbled up, Reece held his free hand in front of his mouth as he said, “Except… you’re the one who keeps bringing your dick into the conversation.”
“Shut up, Ree,” Nick scoffed, nudging his leg back with his knee, both of them grinning as they ate.
It was by far Reece’s favorite dinner with Nick, because even though it would be their last for a while, it was a timewhen Reece could truly recognize how much things had changed between them, even in such a short time. Since Nick stopped worrying about Reece wanting more, it had been smooth sailing between them. They were at ease together, and it didn’t quite feel like things were lacking between them.
Even if they didn’t kiss. Even if there were no “I love yous.” Even if they didn’t have a label for what they were to each other.
When their eyes locked, Reece always had the same sense of ease and comfort. He knew Nick cared about him and could tell Nick was enjoying their time together as much as Reece was. He’d never been happier.
After dinner, Reece stood first, stacking their plates together. But before he could get anywhere with the dishes, Nick was behind him, bending Reece over the table.
“Nicky! You’ll make me break something—” Reece stopped talking at the feel of Nick hard and pressing against him.
“What was that? You want me to break you, Kitten?”
Groaning, Reece couldn’t argue one bit, even if it wasn’t what he’d been saying at all. “Yeah…”
“These damn leggings”—He shifted, bending his knees and rising up again, all just to grind his erection easily between Reece’s cheeks thanks to how thin his pants were—“are just fuckin’ askin’ to be ripped.”
“Be good, Nicky,” Reece purred, hole clenching, cock pressed against the side of the table. “If you want to take me, then do it. No teasing.”
