“Yeah… home… Crazy to think that could be anywhere soon.”
Reece didn’t even want to think about that. Didn’t want to think about how much more complicated things would be once Nick was drafted.
“Kenny already misses you, you know,” Reece teased. It was true, the man definitely thought about Nick as much as Reece did. Or, almost at least.
Nick cocked a brow. “‘Kenny’?”
“Yeah, I don’t know if you noticed, but he’s like the best cook ever. Funny too.”
“How the hell do you even know anything about him?”
“Ah! Umm… Well, I was there, you know, checking on things for you, but so was he. He made me dinner. Since then, we have dinner… sometimes.” They’d been having dinner every night. Not even just every night, but when Kent wasn’t preparing breakfast ahead of time, he was preparing it early in the mornings. He even packed lunch for Reece. He was so kind and sweet, and Reece had come to care for him.
“Just dinner sometimes?” Nick snorted. “And you’re already soft on him.”
“Hey! He’s easy to like, okay? Kent’s a sweetheart, so you’d better check in with him.”
“I will,” Nick grumbled. “Don’t get your panties in a twist.”
“I’m not wearing any.”
Reece laughed when Nick looked down at his legs, reached over, and tugged the waistband of his pants to peek under them. Reece didn’t lie, and seeing as much was enough of a distraction to save Reece from having to confess just how much time he’d been spending at Nick’s place.
“That your way of teasin’ me?”
Cheeks heating, Reece shook his head. “No, Nicky. You can have whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want, huh?”
Reece could hardly brace himself before Nick was on him, lips on his throat, arms around him.
“Careful…”
“Nicky… Mean it,” Reece hummed, tipping his head back to expose his throat to Nick’s exploring lips. He gasped when Nick suddenly sucked at the skin.
“And if I said I wanted to fuck you right here on this bench?”
“Right now?” Reece moaned, hooking his leg around Nick’s waist and then sliding over to straddle him, arms winding around his neck. His heart was pounding just thinking about it—and it was no surprise that he was already hard. It never took Nick much to get Reece worked up.
But what Reece did find surprising was that Nick was hard too.
“Should’ve fuckin’ known you’d be down,” Nick said with a snort, grabbing Reece’s ass and lifting him just enough to shift slightly, to get his dick in a better position—one Reece could sit on and grind on perfectly. “Don’t take much for my little kitten to go into heat, does it…”
“Not little,” Reece breathed, cradling Nick’s face in his hands, fingertips tickling his ears before sliding down his neck and to his shoulders, which he massaged slowly, having little awareness of his rolling hips.
“Aw. Want me to remind you how little you are?”
Reece wasn’t opposed. He just wanted Nick, whatever he could get and however he could get it.
He needed to be reminded of how Nick felt inside him again. Needed to taste him, breathe him in, and take all that Nick had to offer.
“Remind me, Nicky…”
Nick seized Reece’s hair, gripping it tight and holding him so still his breath hitched. Nick’s lips were so close to his in that same instant that it was almost a kiss, because Reece feltthem—a graze so slight it was little more than a passing breeze, but the connection affected Reece all the same. A familiar but surprisingly intense pull formed low in his stomach and, without thinking, Reece leaned in, chasing those lips for more. He didn’t want to be teased. Oh, how long he’d waited to feel those lips on his own—to be kissed senseless by Nick…
But Nick evaded him, craning his head aside further and further. Reece stopped to whine, to breathe, to grind harder on Nick. Only when he stopped did Nick lean back in, gently bumping and rubbing his nose against Reece’s, inching his lips closer still. Reece parted his further, heart pounding in time with the pulsing of his cock. He moaned, wanting Nick’s lips on his so bad he was willing to beg for it, but he was delirious with need just that easily, breathless and licking his lips as his only form of request. Nick just continued to deny him.
And for some reason, the only thing Reece felt in response to the denial was pure longing, a hunger that ran so deep he didn’t think it would ever be sated. Nick was taunting him, proving how much power he held over Reece. And Reece… Well, it was turning him on even more.
