“Fuck, Kitten,” Nick groaned, meeting another few kisses before adding between, “You’re—gonna—come—al—ready?”
Reece answered with a kiss and a whine that seemed to vibrate through his whole body. He was shaking, cock throbbing, beyond euphoria at the moment, and then…
“Do it,” Nick growled, taking Reece’s lower lip between his teeth long enough to make him whimper. Then he kissed him, so softly Reece melted. “Come for me.”
And Reece did. It hit him hard but slow, waves of pure bliss that were still crashing over him when he was flipped onto hisback. Whether it had been seconds or minutes, Reece didn’t know. He didn’t care either, not when Nick was making out with him, lips and tongue caressing Reece’s in an ever-changing way that kept the excitement coming every second.
Nick stripped him, peeling cum-soaked pants and underwear off, and then removed his own shirt. The kisses never ceased for more than a second or two, even when he used his shirt to wipe Reece clean of his own cum. Then they settled on their sides, limbs tangled, hands wandering lazily, and kissed until they were both hazy and satisfied in a way they’d never been before. Even without sex.
The whole time, Nick stayed hard, but he was so patient and gentle and attentive to every kiss that Reece wouldn’t dare push him for more. He was too happy. Too emotional. And when the kisses finally ended, Reece just cupped Nick’s cheeks, thumbs stroking them as their noses brushed together.
“Well,” Reece breathed, “that was a lot different than the first time…”
“You still remember that?” Nick scoffed.
“Of course I do! It was my first kiss…” Things were different now. Reece was able to steal another kiss without worry. And Nick reciprocated. “Why are you so hot all of a sudden?”
“I’m not!”
“Wait—you remember it too, right?”
“Kent’s waiting on us, we should check on him.”
“Oh! Kenny… Mm, but what about little Nicky?”
“Who?” He grunted when Reece shifted his leg to press his hip against Nick’s still hard cock. “Oh, Kitten… He’ll have his fill of you soon enough.”
24
Chapter 24 - Nick
How Nick had managed to walk out of his room without fucking Reece to tears was beyond him. If he was being honest with himself, Nick didn’t really know what the fuck had come over him at all since he made it home. No, since Reece managed to become a constant in his life. Nick couldn’t escape him, not with any distance or even sleep. They were just friends with benefits and Reece never demanded anything of Nick, he still seemed to understand their… arrangement, but he’d still wormed his way into Nick’s life in a way that scared him shitless.
Nick was so excited to get home, knowing Reece was waiting for him. And his first thought wasn’t that he wanted to fuck Reece, just that he wanted to see him, to hug him, to breathe him in and make up for what time they’d lost. He’d made it home and took his shoes off next to another pair of his, and three of Reece’s. Nick knew Reece had been crashing at his place. He had Reece on the phone multiple times, seeing him there. Knew howclose Reece and Kent had become. Not because Kent was visiting Reece’s, but because Reece was at Nick’s so much.
Kent told him everything, too. He told Nick about running into Reece the first time. Nick never expected having Reece check on his place would turn out this way, but Nick couldn’t be mad because Reece missed him. Because Nick fucking missed him too. If anything, Nick was glad that Reece wanted to be there. It gave Kent somebody to take care of, too, which was the highlight of his day.
It smelled like Reece at home. Looked like him too. More than just the shoes by the door. There was a blanket on the couch that Nick recognized from Reece’s place. A stack of magazines on the coffee table, which were definitely not Nick’s because he wasn’t interested in fashion unless it was directly involving Reece. His room, which didn’t feel as if it was solely his anymore, because it had Reece everywhere. It smelled so much like him that Nick had taken a step back after opening the door. Soft and sweet and everything that Nick would never be. Clothes were everywhere. Some of Nick’s, though he never left his clothes a mess, and most of them were Reece’s. There was even a rack that Nick didn’t own in the middle of the floor where several shirts hung.
The more things Nick found, the more his curiosity piqued, so he found himself looking to see what else he could find. He found more shoes and clothes in his closet that were Reece’s and then decided he had to search through his drawers, fully expecting to find one of his emptied for Reece’s things. Instead he found a mix. Their underwear. Their socks. Reece made himself right at home, and maybe Nick should’ve been upset about it. Instead, he was just happy. Maybe even a little smug.
Nick gathered some clean clothes and went into the bathroom to shower, figuring Reece would show up soon enough. The bathroom looked like it had been used thoroughly.The counter, normally clean except for Nick’s necessities, was loaded down with things he also recognized from Reece’s. More than the skincare products Reece had gifted him. So many that Nick found himself taking the time to examine them. He knew Reece didn’t use all of those things every day, but even after checking them out he couldn’t really make sense of all of them. He was sure Reece had some sort of system, though. He could stand to be a bit more organized, but Nick left everything as he found it, welcoming Reece’s chaos, and took his shower.
By the time he finished, Kent had arrived and was putting some groceries away. Nick missed his cooking. Missed him too. As his only remaining family, Nick held him close.
“You’re home early,” Kent said when he turned and saw Nick walking into the kitchen. He closed the fridge and Nick walked by, letting his hand rest on top of Kent’s head for a second on his way. “Are you hungry?”
“Fuckin’ starving.” His stomach growled just thinking about real food. He’d snacked like hell on his flight, but slept most of the time.
“You can have a snack for now… Reece will be home soon.”
Nick just grunted and took a seat at the table.
“How was your flight?” Kent asked as he opened the fridge again.
“Long as shit.” Nick stretched his legs out and leaned over the table. “It’s good to be home.”
“It’s good to have you home.”
