[ Reggie nods like he's hypnotized, staring up at Nick like he's looking at a goddess, or--
Or an ex, but he shakes that thought from his head, reaching to cup both of Nick's breasts in his hands, squeezing them warmly, rubbing over the nipples with his thumbs. ]
I will. You look so...
[ He leans closer to slide his hand around Nick's waist under the jacket, feeling him, stroking down the soft curve of his ass to his thigh. ]
[It's hard to pinpoint, exactly, what it is that feels different. Reggie's hands feel the same, but bigger, maybe; they take up more space on Nick's body, they cover more territory as he strokes. His own skin...grips less, maybe.
It's smoother. Softer. He feels softer, his body moves different. And Reggie looks at him with those wide, dark eyes, and there's a thrill there that feels different. He feels-
-well.
Wet.
He does as he's told, though, for now. He lays back, and because he wants to be more in control here, he reaches his arms over his head, like he's seen Prudence do when she wants him to look at her breasts, and he puts one leg down on the ground and raises his knee up, like he's seen Agatha do when she wanted him to eat her out.
The Weird Sisters: a gift that just keeps giving.]
[ Reggie wants all of these things: Nick in control as long as he pleases, to look at his breasts, to eat him out. He wants it so badly, and now he kisses Nick down his body gratefully, sitting back so he can make his way down between Nick's legs-- between his thighs.
This won't be the first time since he's been here that he's eaten pussy, but it'll be the first time he's eaten out someone he cares about the way he does Nick, who looks more alarmingly like Veronica the more Reggie looks at him. ]
You're beautiful. Always-- [ He drags his tongue along the crease of Nick's thigh. ] And right now.
[ His hands continue stroking Nick fondly, over his stomach, his sides, his legs, and Reggie moves his mouth down to brush his tongue over the as-yet-untouched folds of Nick's cunt, licking between them. ]
He lets out a breath, because it's good in a different way from a blowjob. It doesn't feel as sudden, as needy, he doesn't feel like he desperately needs more. It's a slow, easy heat, and Nick leans into it, one leg going over Reggie's shoulder as he closes his eyes and rocks up, just a little bit.]
That's so good.
[He says it breathily; he likes it, and he'll let his puppy know what a good job he's doing.]
[ Reggie hums, in acknowledgement and also contentment, like he needs for nothing else but to be right where he is. He glances up at Nick briefly before refocusing, letting his lips tighten around his clit to suck on it for a long few seconds, taking his time with it before he lets his mouth open wider to let his tongue back out.
He alternates, teasing the flat of his tongue over the whole of the area before easing it inside, moving himself a little with the shifting of Nick's hips so his lips rock pressure back against Nick's clit whenever his tongue isn't prodding him deeper. This is--
This is Reggie's wheelhouse, no mistaking it. Not that he's bad with blowjobs, or any of the other things he's done with guys, but he's been getting with girls since he was fourteen or fifteen, and the difference is more so clear in his confidence more so than his technique. He knows what he's doing; even if he's with a girl who won't want him after, or one who bosses him around and calls the shots, he can take direction or be left to his own devices just as well. ]
[It's getting hotter, and harder to keep his hips still. He pushes it against Reggie's mouth, whimpering a little as he does it, his voice high-pitched and strange to hear.
He moves one hand down to curl his fingers in Reggie's hair, and tips his head back in the sheer warm pleasure of this, the easy joy of it.]
Ah-
[It's a noise he's surprised to hear himself make, and it makes him even hotter, a little wetter, somehow.]
You're good, you're so good.
[His leg is moving a little now, his heel catching on Reggie's back.]
[ Emboldened, Reggie only keeps it up, murmuring affectionately as he works. He sucks on Nick's clit again, harder and with more focused pressure, he licks him open, lets no part of him go unexplored or untasted. It's a delirious feeling, heating up his face and charging through him like a storm. ]
I love you so much, you don't even-- [ He pants, barely unable to pause what he's doing to get the thought out in full. ] Oh, hell, you're just...
[ The best, the best. Reggie can't stop himself, he wants more, he wants to draw every moan and whine of pleasure out of Nick's mouth and taste every drop of it, he wants to make him come like this, and then again from fucking him. ]
[The whimpers are coming just a little faster now, more high pitched, and he's rubbing his cunt more firmly against Reggie's beautiful mouth. He opens his mouth and this wail comes out, and he laughs at the same time.]
Reggie, your mouth should be a sin.
[He laughs again, and his other leg loops over his shoulder. He's never felt this way before, and he thinks for a moment that girls have something that he doesn't, because this feels amazing, hot, his clit making him feel like his entire body is and every nerve ending is hitting just that spot.]
Stop talking and focus, babe, or I'll-aaaah-
[The orgasm hits him like a truck. Hell. Hell. He bucks against Reggie, his hands in Reggie's hair.]
[ Reggie rocks with the orgasm, lips parted and mouth open to catch what he can of it with his tongue, groaning and cupping Nick's ass in his hands. He stays down there until it's done, until the bucking and trembling begins to slow, lapping the mess up dutifully before he sits up, leaning over Nick to kiss him. ]
You're so friggin' hot, Nick. I need you... [ Another kiss, Reggie's lips still shining and wet. ] I need more of you.
[ He's reaching down to pull open his belt and his jeans, moving himself between Nick's thighs so that his hard-on grazes between them even before he gets his boxers down. God, he needs this, he needs him, he keeps kissing Nick like he's coming up for air, like each kiss lets him breathe. ]
[There is something beautiful about his desperation, something that makes Nick crazy as he kisses him and kisses him, and kisses him again, cupping his face in his hands. He loves him, he says, and kisses him again, opening his legs for Reggie. There's nothing in the way of fear.
He rocks up against him, and reaches to stroke his dick a couple of times right before he kisses him again and bites a little against his lip.]
I love you, come on, don't abandon me, I love you too, come on-
[ Abandon him, that is, because Reggie is desperate, he wants Nick and he wants Nick to feel as good as he's always made Reggie feel, if not better, he wants to rock his world over and over and over, he wants to give Nick everything, for Nick to never stop wanting Reggie back. Nick, who found Reggie's letterman jacket, who wore it over nothing else at all like Reggie's no doubt always fantasized a girlfriend would-- who wore it, period, when Reggie's never had anyone he's cared about this much do that before.
Reggie groans and breathes heavy against Nick's mouth, stroking a hand through his long curly hair and then rocking their hips together, pushing himself inside Nick without any of the effort or ceremony it normally takes. He's just in, and Reggie doesn't go too fast because he knows this will be new to Nick, feel new, but he's also too eager not to sink himself in as deep as he can. ]
Fuck-- yes, ohmygod-- [ A slip, but hopefully a forgivable one this time. ] I love you.
[ He arches his back when suddenly Reggie is inside of him, and it's a totally different feeling. The stretch is fantastic, and it feels-
-amazing. Incredible. The heat in his chest is intense, and he begins to make a noise like a wail, high pitched and straight. He reaches for Reggie's shoulders, and kisses him, and ignores the mention of God, at least today. He bites his lower lip, and rocks up against Reggie's cock, huffing and opening his legs more for him. ]
You're so good, Hell, harder, Reggie-
[His voice is so pretty, soft and feminine, and he kisses him again to swallow his groans.
He's never had sex with someone he loved, until Reggie, and he's never felt it so keenly. It's more than just the fond warmness of pleasure, of mutual pleasure, of friendship. He feels something more, like he would do anything for him, like this matters more than anything.]
[ Nick is so good, and warm, tight around Reggie in that familiar way that still leaves him plenty of flexible give to work with and move in. He falls into the rhythm quickly and easily, holding Nick close and stroking his hair, kissing his neck while he leans more weight onto his knees so he can move easier, fuck Nick harder, and deeper.
God, it's good, god, Reggie can't keep saying that although he absolutely wants to, so he has to settle for burying his groans hot against Nick's neck, channeling them as kisses and eager love bites. He's dizzy with lust and affection and need, and pleasure, and love, feeling much the same way; he would do anything for Nick, Nick matters to him deeply, is important to Reggie in a way that differs from even how Reggie feels about Archie.
That he never expected, and hasn't felt about anyone since Veronica, and--
And so it's all the more overwhelming, being with Nick like this, when he looks like this. Like her, just a bit. Not bad, but so, so much. ]
You like that? [ Kiss, and another, claiming Nick's mouth again. ] Fuck, you're-- how did I get so lucky with you?
[He rocks his hips up and catches his face, and kisses him again, and tries something new. He presses his muscles down, tightens around his dick, the way that he knows that Pru always did with him that used to make him crazy. He kisses him again, and one more time, and bites his lower lip.]
Yeah, I like this.
I like it a lot.
Reggie-
[His voice goes off again, panting, curving his fingers into his hair.]
[ Reggie kisses him again, groaning against Nick's mouth as he feels him tighten around him in a way that's somehow so perfectly and precisely intense. He draws back and thrusts back in rhythmically, spreading Nick's legs further so he can lean closer, rock their hips together again and again, harder and deeper, like he needs to be inside Nick more than anything else he's ever needed before in his life. ]
Good, I-- [ He's kissing him again like he's drunk, like he's worshiping and Nick's mouth is wine, then he's back to kissing his neck. ] I'm like, crazy about you, Ronnie. You feel so good--
[ He hasn't noticed. ]
I wanna always be able to give you whatever you want.
-it takes him a second, no less, for his brain to catch up with his body. He is arcing up into it when suddenly it feels like ice is pressing down the inside of his spine. Is this what it feels like to love? That the first act of betrayal feels so much like-]
Ronnie?
[He pushes at Reggie's shoulders, and away.]
Do you mean Veronica?
[He's pulling away, now, and his face has betrayal written all over it.]
[ Wait, what just happened? One moment everything was good, everything was warm and hot and intensely perfect, he was-- and Nick was...
Veronica? He didn't really say Ronnie just now, did he? ]
No, I didn't...
[ Oh fuck, did he?
Reggie's pushed back, looking confused and surprised, eyes wide, brows furrowed, mouth open, but he's speechless for once, everything moving much faster than his brain can keep up with. ]
Nick, wait-- I didn't-- [ How does he fix this what does he do ] You just-- like, your hair, and your... you just kinda look like her right now, that's all, I didn't mean to-- I didn't mean anything by it, Nick, don't...
[ His chest hurts, he's sitting on the opposite side of the couch now but trying hesitantly to reach over, to bring Nick close again. ]
[ Reggie finishes doing up his pants -- because clearly, that's over -- and grabs the jacket, more because he's afraid of what Nick will do to it if he doesn't take it rather than anything else, rather than being ready to believe he's really being kicked out.
He gets up, trying to follow him, trying to reach out for his hand. ]
Nick, please, let's just talk about this. I wasn't-- [ He swallows, mouth and throat feeling impossibly dry. ] Look, I swear it's not what you're thinking. It was just a mistake, I promise, so don't-- don't leave. Please.
[He takes a shirt - long, so it must be Reggie's, Reggie always leaves his shit on the floor, and Nick puts it on over his head, and looks at him, his dark eyes almost unreadable.]
You called me Ronnie after you told me that you loved me.
I am leaving, and when I get back, you can't be here.
[He shakes his head, and he moves his arms, and looks away, and he vanishes.]
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Or an ex, but he shakes that thought from his head, reaching to cup both of Nick's breasts in his hands, squeezing them warmly, rubbing over the nipples with his thumbs. ]
I will. You look so...
[ He leans closer to slide his hand around Nick's waist under the jacket, feeling him, stroking down the soft curve of his ass to his thigh. ]
Lay back, okay?
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It's smoother. Softer. He feels softer, his body moves different. And Reggie looks at him with those wide, dark eyes, and there's a thrill there that feels different. He feels-
-well.
Wet.
He does as he's told, though, for now. He lays back, and because he wants to be more in control here, he reaches his arms over his head, like he's seen Prudence do when she wants him to look at her breasts, and he puts one leg down on the ground and raises his knee up, like he's seen Agatha do when she wanted him to eat her out.
The Weird Sisters: a gift that just keeps giving.]
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This won't be the first time since he's been here that he's eaten pussy, but it'll be the first time he's eaten out someone he cares about the way he does Nick, who looks more alarmingly like Veronica the more Reggie looks at him. ]
You're beautiful. Always-- [ He drags his tongue along the crease of Nick's thigh. ] And right now.
[ His hands continue stroking Nick fondly, over his stomach, his sides, his legs, and Reggie moves his mouth down to brush his tongue over the as-yet-untouched folds of Nick's cunt, licking between them. ]
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Oh.
He lets out a breath, because it's good in a different way from a blowjob. It doesn't feel as sudden, as needy, he doesn't feel like he desperately needs more. It's a slow, easy heat, and Nick leans into it, one leg going over Reggie's shoulder as he closes his eyes and rocks up, just a little bit.]
That's so good.
[He says it breathily; he likes it, and he'll let his puppy know what a good job he's doing.]
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He alternates, teasing the flat of his tongue over the whole of the area before easing it inside, moving himself a little with the shifting of Nick's hips so his lips rock pressure back against Nick's clit whenever his tongue isn't prodding him deeper. This is--
This is Reggie's wheelhouse, no mistaking it. Not that he's bad with blowjobs, or any of the other things he's done with guys, but he's been getting with girls since he was fourteen or fifteen, and the difference is more so clear in his confidence more so than his technique. He knows what he's doing; even if he's with a girl who won't want him after, or one who bosses him around and calls the shots, he can take direction or be left to his own devices just as well. ]
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He moves one hand down to curl his fingers in Reggie's hair, and tips his head back in the sheer warm pleasure of this, the easy joy of it.]
Ah-
[It's a noise he's surprised to hear himself make, and it makes him even hotter, a little wetter, somehow.]
You're good, you're so good.
[His leg is moving a little now, his heel catching on Reggie's back.]
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I love you so much, you don't even-- [ He pants, barely unable to pause what he's doing to get the thought out in full. ] Oh, hell, you're just...
[ The best, the best. Reggie can't stop himself, he wants more, he wants to draw every moan and whine of pleasure out of Nick's mouth and taste every drop of it, he wants to make him come like this, and then again from fucking him. ]
So perfect--
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Reggie, your mouth should be a sin.
[He laughs again, and his other leg loops over his shoulder. He's never felt this way before, and he thinks for a moment that girls have something that he doesn't, because this feels amazing, hot, his clit making him feel like his entire body is and every nerve ending is hitting just that spot.]
Stop talking and focus, babe, or I'll-aaaah-
[The orgasm hits him like a truck. Hell. Hell. He bucks against Reggie, his hands in Reggie's hair.]
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You're so friggin' hot, Nick. I need you... [ Another kiss, Reggie's lips still shining and wet. ] I need more of you.
[ He's reaching down to pull open his belt and his jeans, moving himself between Nick's thighs so that his hard-on grazes between them even before he gets his boxers down. God, he needs this, he needs him, he keeps kissing Nick like he's coming up for air, like each kiss lets him breathe. ]
I love you-- I love you, I love you...
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He rocks up against him, and reaches to stroke his dick a couple of times right before he kisses him again and bites a little against his lip.]
I love you, come on, don't abandon me, I love you too, come on-
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[ Abandon him, that is, because Reggie is desperate, he wants Nick and he wants Nick to feel as good as he's always made Reggie feel, if not better, he wants to rock his world over and over and over, he wants to give Nick everything, for Nick to never stop wanting Reggie back. Nick, who found Reggie's letterman jacket, who wore it over nothing else at all like Reggie's no doubt always fantasized a girlfriend would-- who wore it, period, when Reggie's never had anyone he's cared about this much do that before.
Reggie groans and breathes heavy against Nick's mouth, stroking a hand through his long curly hair and then rocking their hips together, pushing himself inside Nick without any of the effort or ceremony it normally takes. He's just in, and Reggie doesn't go too fast because he knows this will be new to Nick, feel new, but he's also too eager not to sink himself in as deep as he can. ]
Fuck-- yes, ohmygod-- [ A slip, but hopefully a forgivable one this time. ] I love you.
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-amazing. Incredible. The heat in his chest is intense, and he begins to make a noise like a wail, high pitched and straight. He reaches for Reggie's shoulders, and kisses him, and ignores the mention of God, at least today. He bites his lower lip, and rocks up against Reggie's cock, huffing and opening his legs more for him. ]
You're so good, Hell, harder, Reggie-
[His voice is so pretty, soft and feminine, and he kisses him again to swallow his groans.
He's never had sex with someone he loved, until Reggie, and he's never felt it so keenly. It's more than just the fond warmness of pleasure, of mutual pleasure, of friendship. He feels something more, like he would do anything for him, like this matters more than anything.]
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[ Nick is so good, and warm, tight around Reggie in that familiar way that still leaves him plenty of flexible give to work with and move in. He falls into the rhythm quickly and easily, holding Nick close and stroking his hair, kissing his neck while he leans more weight onto his knees so he can move easier, fuck Nick harder, and deeper.
God, it's good, god, Reggie can't keep saying that although he absolutely wants to, so he has to settle for burying his groans hot against Nick's neck, channeling them as kisses and eager love bites. He's dizzy with lust and affection and need, and pleasure, and love, feeling much the same way; he would do anything for Nick, Nick matters to him deeply, is important to Reggie in a way that differs from even how Reggie feels about Archie.
That he never expected, and hasn't felt about anyone since Veronica, and--
And so it's all the more overwhelming, being with Nick like this, when he looks like this. Like her, just a bit. Not bad, but so, so much. ]
You like that? [ Kiss, and another, claiming Nick's mouth again. ] Fuck, you're-- how did I get so lucky with you?
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[He rocks his hips up and catches his face, and kisses him again, and tries something new. He presses his muscles down, tightens around his dick, the way that he knows that Pru always did with him that used to make him crazy. He kisses him again, and one more time, and bites his lower lip.]
Yeah, I like this.
I like it a lot.
Reggie-
[His voice goes off again, panting, curving his fingers into his hair.]
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[ Reggie kisses him again, groaning against Nick's mouth as he feels him tighten around him in a way that's somehow so perfectly and precisely intense. He draws back and thrusts back in rhythmically, spreading Nick's legs further so he can lean closer, rock their hips together again and again, harder and deeper, like he needs to be inside Nick more than anything else he's ever needed before in his life. ]
Good, I-- [ He's kissing him again like he's drunk, like he's worshiping and Nick's mouth is wine, then he's back to kissing his neck. ] I'm like, crazy about you, Ronnie. You feel so good--
[ He hasn't noticed. ]
I wanna always be able to give you whatever you want.
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-it takes him a second, no less, for his brain to catch up with his body. He is arcing up into it when suddenly it feels like ice is pressing down the inside of his spine. Is this what it feels like to love? That the first act of betrayal feels so much like-]
Ronnie?
[He pushes at Reggie's shoulders, and away.]
Do you mean Veronica?
[He's pulling away, now, and his face has betrayal written all over it.]
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[ Wait, what just happened? One moment everything was good, everything was warm and hot and intensely perfect, he was-- and Nick was...
Veronica? He didn't really say Ronnie just now, did he? ]
No, I didn't...
[ Oh fuck, did he?
Reggie's pushed back, looking confused and surprised, eyes wide, brows furrowed, mouth open, but he's speechless for once, everything moving much faster than his brain can keep up with. ]
Nick, wait-- I didn't-- [ How does he fix this what does he do ] You just-- like, your hair, and your... you just kinda look like her right now, that's all, I didn't mean to-- I didn't mean anything by it, Nick, don't...
[ His chest hurts, he's sitting on the opposite side of the couch now but trying hesitantly to reach over, to bring Nick close again. ]
Could you just look at me?
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This hurts more, somehow.
He doesn't look at him. He shakes the letterman jacket off his shoulders.]
That's who you were-
[That's who he loves, and Nick looks away, and gets up.]
I'm leaving, and when I get back, you can't be here.
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[ Reggie finishes doing up his pants -- because clearly, that's over -- and grabs the jacket, more because he's afraid of what Nick will do to it if he doesn't take it rather than anything else, rather than being ready to believe he's really being kicked out.
He gets up, trying to follow him, trying to reach out for his hand. ]
Nick, please, let's just talk about this. I wasn't-- [ He swallows, mouth and throat feeling impossibly dry. ] Look, I swear it's not what you're thinking. It was just a mistake, I promise, so don't-- don't leave. Please.
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You called me Ronnie after you told me that you loved me.
I am leaving, and when I get back, you can't be here.
[He shakes his head, and he moves his arms, and looks away, and he vanishes.]