“Mhm.” Reece let out a long, soft breath, relaxing in Nick’s arms, and somehow, Nick felt at ease too. As if all the tension eating at him since the training camp began just melted away.
He thought long and hard every damn day about having Reece with him. Getting home to him. Holding him. Fucking him. And now that Reece was there, Nick didn’t want to let him go.
Reece only separated from Nick, reluctantly, when Declan brought over food, but he still sat right next to Nick on the couch—close enough at all times to be touching, and yet nowhere near close enough. Nick needed Reece on him.
Half an hour after their late dinner, Nick was in bed, holding the covers up for Reece to settle in next to him. He was like a magnet, slipping in, body molding to Nick’s just like it always had before. Like it was his place to be.
“You’re really here,” Reece whispered against Nick’s chest, arms winding around his neck, hands on Nick’s head, fingers gently wandering over his scalp making him shudder.
“You’rereally here,” Nick said with a snort, grabbing the back of Reece’s thigh and pulling his leg around his waist.
“Nicky,” he breathed, hips shifting, the motion bringing their cocks together, both hardening from the closeness. “I missed this.”
“What’d you miss?” Nick asked, rolling them over and moving Reece to the center of the bed. Settling between those long legs was really like being home, even with all their clothes in the way.
“This,” he said, moaning as he grinded up against Nick. “You. I missed you.”
“Me too,” Nick admitted. He hated how much he missed Reece. He couldn’t deny it now that Reece was with him and everything suddenly felt right. The way all his frustration and unease faded away.
Somehow, this was Nick’s favorite place to be. His favorite thing to see. Reece beneath him, with his hair on the sheets, those blue eyes on him. So damn pretty that Nick wanted to fucking choke him. With his dick.
Reece made him so crazy he didn’t know where to begin, but he did so with his eyes, soaking up every inch of Reece because he really had fucking missed him.
He knew Reece was tired after the flight. Knew they could sleep and have their time come morning, but Nick didn’t have it in him to wait. He needed to be closer.
“Gonna fuck you, Kitten. I’ll be gentle.”
Reece blushed, melting where he lay. “You don’t have to be,” he said quietly.
“I do… Unless you want everyone to know I’m fucking you.”
His eyes wandered about like he was considering it. Nick scoffed and sat back to push up Reece’s shirt and grab the waistband of his pants, only to realize that he was wearing leggings. Nick had soaked him in, had rubbed his dick all on Reece, and yet had been blind to those.
Reece definitely wore them on purpose.
“You fuckin’ slut.”
“Wha—” His pink cheeks turned red, Reece squirming as Nick peeled down the black leggings. “I am not—”
“No underwear?”
“Well, that’s—”
“Not a slut, just a kitten in heat, hm?”
Reece moaned, legs spreading so wide his knees hit the mattress. His dick was standing proud, a thin string of precum already seeping from his tip to his stomach. Nick was in no better condition, but all he could think about was eating Reece up. He removed Reece’s shirt, and then his own, only leaving his shorts on because it was the last thread of his patience.
Lying over him, being skin to skin with Reece, settled Nick in a way nothing else could. Relief flooded through him as quickly as arousal had, and he sighed as he brought his lips to Reece’s ear, brushing over the pierced lobe.
“We gotta keep you quiet, but don’t try to cover your face.”
He was too damn pretty. Nick needed to see all of him. Needed to see every shift in his expression.
“But Nicky,” he drawled in a whisper. “I’ve been struggling to even play with myself so… What if it feels too good?”
“Struggling to play with yourself? Damn, I need to hear all about that…”
“Hush it.”
