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No.

[ Reggie doesn't know if that's true or not, really, but "no" is the right answer regardless; the Academy is pretty much Nick's home, and while Reggie might prefer that to be the case for him as well, it isn't, meaning he still has somewhere to go if he ever managed to get himself expelled. Meaning, even when Nick is right there with him for the crime, Reggie is usually the one to step forward to do the time.

He doesn't mind it, really. What Nick lacks in family he makes up for in general popularity and prestige around school, so while Reggie's own popularity doesn't tend to extend to teachers, his closeness to Nick usually helps cushion the blow of any trouble he gets into. ]

Got you somethin', though.

[ Grinning a little, Reggie sits down on a stump nearby, and pulls something that looks like a pipe from his coat pocket. ]

Father Blackwood filled it and then left it behind. Wanna see what it does?

[He moves to sit next to him.]

Did you steal something that belongs to the high priest?

[He says it with a measure of delight in his voice, though, so clearly he doesn't mind. He looks over at his stack of books, so interesting just a minute ago.]

But yeah.

I want to see what it does.

No, I found it. [ He definitely stole it. ] And I just haven't seen him again to return it yet.

[ Reggie grins at Nick, scooching over to make more room for him. It's an old forest, most of these stumps are about the size of armchairs, though not nearly as comfortable. He doesn't know what Blackwood filled the pipe with -- tobacco or hash or opium or something entirely different (perhaps even unheard of to him) -- but he imagines whatever it is should make for a fun indulgence.

He lights the pipe, sitting a little closer, maybe because it's cold out or maybe because... just because, and takes the first hit before he passes it over. ]

[He reaches for it, and takes the second hit. It's always a risk when he does something like this, because it's not necessarily something good. But at the same time, it's a good kind of risk; Nick likes to take it.

He leans on Reggie, easy and lingering.]

Are you still dating Agnes?

[A relatively boring witch, but pretty; Nick gets it, he does. But he doesn't think that Reggie really likes her as much as he just wants to have easily accessible sex.]

[ Reggie takes another hit, turning his head a little to blow smoke out towards Nick, into his mouth. He shakes his head. ]

I dunno. I haven't even seen her all week, so like, probably not.

[ He doesn't sound too broken up about it. She is pretty, but that's about it; she hadn't wanted to have sex unless they were dating, so Reggie agreed to that, but beyond fucking they have almost nothing in common. ]

It's cool, though. Have you ever been with her, man? She talks like, the whole time, it's friggin' distracting.

No. She tries too hard.

[She, like a lot of the girls in the Academy, chase after Nick with single-minded intensity. He tries to avoid the worst of the offenders; he doesn't know why Reggie doesn't do the same. Reggie, after all, could have anyone he wants.]

[ Reggie just shrugs, saying nothing in response. He could have almost anyone he wanted, probably, but of all the witches at the Academy he's been with or been attracted to, the ones he did like lost interest in him, and the others, he did the same.

Wanting what he can't have, probably. That's always been one of Reggie's problems.

He blows more smoke out, looking at Nick. ]

Yeah. [ Simple agreement, and a nod. ] Are you seein' anyone new?

Not really.

[He says it, and takes it back, and leans on Reggie, heavy and deeply familiar. They do this. Talk about girls, talk about boys, Hell, they talk about magic and things that aren't magic and Reggie's shitty parents and the fact that Reggie, for some reason, still lives at home instead of just coming and living at the school.]

Hey.

[He gets up, then, and slips into Reggie's lap, straddling him. This is not usual.]

I think this stuff is making me hornier than usual.

[ They don't have anywhere to be in a hurry, so Reggie is content with the way they're just sitting here, hanging out and smoking and shooting the shit like they do, but then suddenly Nick is in his lap and his breath stutters a little.

It's cold, and his hands slide to Nick's hips to pull him closer, as if deciding that's what this is about: warming themselves up. It's not, though, and Reggie knows that as well as Nick does, but there's a cloudy, comfortable gauze hanging over his thoughts that makes this feel as natural as anything.

He laughs a little, bumping their foreheads together. ]

Good-- then it's not just me. Maybe Father Blackwood needs the extra help these days.

[ It's a warm buzz, though; Reggie likes how it feels. He looks into Nick's eyes. ]

[He kisses him easy, mouth open, and rocks against Reggie for a long moment.]

He's a bigger slut than I am. Do I have that to look forward to?

[He's the kind of warlock slut that Nick could easily turn into. He nudges his nose against Reggie's cheek, and rocks against him.]

[ Reggie kisses back warmly and easily, cupping Nick's cheek with his palm. After a long few seconds he pulls back, hand slipping into Nick's hair. ]

Look at this way-- if you ever wanted to be High Priest, at least you know you're qualified. [ He grins a little, kissing Nick again. ] Just be careful with who all you start knocking up, or else everyone's gonna claimyou're their baby daddy.

[ He laughs, leaning in and biting at Nick's lip. ]

Maybe I should knock up Pru.

She'd be a great mom.

[If by great, Nick means terrifying. He kisses Reggie again, and presses his hands against his shoulders. His biceps are truly magnificent.]

I'm going to suck you off.

Dude, it'd be the last thing you ever do. [ Reggie laughs. ] She would kill you.

[ She'd have to go through Reggie first, though. He rocks his hips forward, grinding a little against Nick's, then exhales and nods his head. ]

Yeah. Good, I-- [ He strokes his thumb over Nick's lips, then takes another hit off the pipe. ] At least you can't knock me up, right?

[ He fumbles underneath Nick to start getting his belt open. ]

And then you, just to be consistent.

[Nick slides down so he's on his knees, his breath catching, his hands at Reggie's trousers to open them and tug at them.]

Lift your hips.

[He kisses Reggie's knee.]

I mean. Not for lack of trying.

[ Reggie lifts his hips, because rarely does not he not follow Nick's lead, follow his instructions -- especially if blow jobs are on the table -- and helps push his pants down to his knees. He laughs a little, hand stroking into Nick's hair. ]

Like I said. Good thing.

[ He breathes out slowly, leaning back a little, propped up with one arm. ]

You think anyone's gonna notice we're gone?

Mm. Probably. Who cares?

[Nick cares, really, if the person who notices is a professor or someone who has any say in how he spends his time. But right now? He just takes Reggie in his mouth, sloppy and wet, without hesitation. He just wants Reggie to get off on this, and then return the favor.

He licks a long, hot stripe up to the tip of Reggie's cock, and looks up at him, his eyes focused on Reggie's face.]

[ Reggie only cares in as much as he doesn't want to get kicked out of the Academy for good, but sexual misadventures are a safe enough bet as far as campus-adjacent mischief goes. Everybody has them, even the professors, and as far as Reggie knows no one has ever gotten anything worse (though admittedly still humiliating) than a public admonishment in front of their peers.

He digs his fingers into Nick's dark hair, grinning and breathing heavily as he nods to encourage Nick along, pulling him closer. ]

What are you waiting for? Keep goin'.

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