Every day? [ He laughs a little. ] How can I resist that?
[ Reggie slides his hand up the nape of Nick's neck, stroking it up into his hair as he pulls back to look at him. He's never dated anyone like Nick, either -- Veronica had been similar in a lot of ways, sure, but still very different, and even now he doesn't know if he can call what happened between them dating, anyway -- for both the obvious reason and that he hasn't had a lot of committed relationships in the first place.
And never open ones. But, in case Nick doesn't already know this: ]
It isn't everyone that bothers me, though. I can live with us sleeping with other people. So-- [ He kisses him again slowly. ] Don't worry about that.
[ Not that he thinks Nick was worried about that.
Reggie parts Nick's legs a bit, fitting himself between them to kiss him deeper. ]
[That much he needs to be sure about, because other than that, he isn't really unsure about anything. He leans into Reggie's body, kisses against his mouth, and holds him close.]
You know you already do. [ His fingers dig into Nick's hair more firmly. ] Not that you have anyone to compete against, but...
[ Another kiss, softer than before, and also brief. ]
Even if you did.
[ Reggie looks at him again, quiet, chewing his lip idly like he's considering something. His fingers stroke through Nick's hair, the other hand holding him at the back. ]
[ Reggie nods, but then hesitates briefly, because while he thinks what he's about to ask is beyond reasonable, he still doesn't know how Nick will react to it.
Not that the lack of knowing will stop him. ]
If somehow, like, for whatever reason Kavinsky ended up as a submissive one day... or especially if you did, you won't contract with him, right?
[ But it's less a question and more of a request. ]
[He's not surprised, even if it isn't what he expected. Mortal jealousy is something that Nick is starting to figure out now, and he hates it at the same time that he wonders at it.
He lifts his head up a little.]
I promise.
[He doesn't need to say more. That he wouldn't have done it, because Kavinsky is a bomb that it as likely to go off in the hand of his owner as in the face of his enemy.]
[ With Kavinsky it goes beyond jealousy-- Reggie doesn't like him, and he especially doesn't like that Nick still does. Still likes and cares for him an awful lot, too, it seems like.
He relaxes a little, breathing out. It's a vastly hypothetical thing to promise at the moment, but frankly, he isn't convinced that can't ever happen -- he knows people that it or the reverse has happened to, in fact -- or that if it did Kavinsky would not immediately pursue Nick about it, that he might not do so expecting the same things that happened with Reggie and Nick's to happen with them.
Reggie also isn't convinced that or something similar happening wouldn't have to be a dealbreaker for him. And obviously, that's the last thing he wants. ]
Good. Thank g-- [ He holds Nick tighter, face against his shoulder, placated. ] ... You. Thank you.
[ Reggie's fingers curl a little, clutching at the back of Nick's shirt. He exhales slowly. ]
Listen, I wasn't gonna get into it, cuz I don't actually wanna fight about this. Let me be clear. [ But, with a sharper breath: ] But no, I can't even stand thinking about it. When you left to go stay with him, and I...
[ He pauses, then shakes his head. He couldn't think of anything but the two of them together when that happened, and it drove him crazy every night. ]
It's like no matter what the hell he does you still forgive him, and I think he knows it. And I think he's just gonna keep trying to get more out of you that way.
[He considers this; this mortal perception of forgiveness. Maybe it's the problem.]
I'm not forgiving him, Reggie.
[Satan isn't good at forgiveness.]
I'm stacking his sins up. Collecting them for when I need them.
[It's an incredibly callous and calculating way to conduct a friendship. Everyone is like this - even Dorian. Reggie and Sabrina are the ones who get a pass; Reggie and Sabrina have the grace of love.]
[ Reggie's quiet, idly chewing at his cheek as he considers Nick's answer. It does help a little to hear, files down a few of the sharp edges of what's been bothering him somewhat, but he realizes there is something else he should say to try and finally remove that thorn from his paw entirely. ]
When I was locked in the trunk I could hear some of what you guys were talking about. You do know that, right?
[ Not everything and not in detail, but enough that he's been able to retroactively fill in some contextual blanks with what he now knows about Kavinsky's contract, and enough to give him... an impression about their relationship. At the time he had dismissed most of it, but since then, for a number of reasons, he has felt less and less like the priority in that situation at all.
He breathes out. It shouldn't matter anymore, he knows, but it's only gotten harder rather than easier. ]
[ Also stated simply, because Reggie doesn't know how else to answer. At any rate, he's tired of being angry over it; he needs to find a way to move on. ]
I'll let it go.
[ He strokes his fingers through Nick's hair again, kissing the top of his head, then his forehead, then tipping his chin up to kiss his mouth. He doesn't want to fight, and it's not a fight, even if they're both getting frustrated. Talks like this make him want to reestablish a sense of intimacy. ]
And depending on who you're dealin' with, both those things can also be pretty dangerous, too. I just hope you know what you're doing. [ He exhales slowly. ] But look, I trust you. I do.
[ He kisses him again, then again, a bit harder. ]
[ This would all be a lot simpler if he knew. A lot of these feelings have never been applicable to Reggie's life before, and he already knows he doesn't have to tell Nick not to break his promise. ]
But just talk to me and I'll listen. Okay? I'm here for you, I promise.
[ He pauses, trying to figure out how to transition from that thought toward the answer to Nick's question Reggie does know, but he gives up after a few moments. It's impossible. ]
[He takes Reggie's hand, and he kisses his wrist, and then tugs him into the bedroom they've been staying in while they've been here. He reaches for him, and kisses him on the mouth, bringing him down to kiss him.
He begins slowly, by unbuttoning Reggie's shirt, his palms flat on Reggie's abs, his fingers spreading wide.
He still can't always figure out how he ended up with someone so beautiful. Dorian is gorgeous, but Dorian is cruel, cold. Reggie burns in the other way. He burns in a mortal way, and Nick can't get enough of him.
[ It never fails. Sex may not be foolproof -- far from it, at times -- but it's still the most consistent way Reggie knows how to demonstrate intimacy past kissing, to feel deeply close and connected to the point everything else falls away.
They have each other, and that's the most important thing. It isn't that the rest doesn't matter, but this is more important; they have each other, love each other, they're together, bonded in a way that belongs to just the two of them. It isn't always easy, but love never is.
Reggie follows, kissing Nick back eagerly. He doesn't take it for granted, either, being loved by someone this incredible. Someone as beautiful, mysterious, charismatic, mesmerizing, and addictive as Nick, cold like marble and warm like Hell. ]
Hey.
[ He leans down, climbing on the bed as he kisses Nick harder, feeling for his belt. ]
[He tugs him by the belt loops, and then he moves to tug his own shirt off, and leans in to kiss him again.]
Do you want me to blow you?
[The way he's talking, it's clear for this moment that Nick is asking for real, that none of this is going to be a power game. He wants to know, because he's willing to do anything right now. If Reggie wants a blowjob, he'll give him one - if Reggie wants to give one, he'll indulge that too.
This is the kind of sex that Nick doesn't have much anymore. The closest to vanilla sex that he's done in a while.]
[ But he nods, because Reggie has never turned down a blowjob in his life, and it doesn't matter to him what exactly they do. He doesn't need it to be vanilla, or slow, or even necessarily tender, he just needs Nick. ]
I want you to do whatever you wanna do to me. [ He slides his fingers through Nick's hair, digging them in and pulling slightly. ] I just want you.
[He leans forward to kiss him on the jaw, and then the throat, and he moves back to start stripping Reggie, piece by piece, until finally Reggie is naked, and Nick is running his hands over him, over his body, nudging him to the bed, to sit down at the edge so that Nick can get on his knees in front of him.
He has those dark, dangerous eyes, that smile that suggests he's going to be trouble, and it's so good.
He presses a kiss to Reggie's knee, and then his inner thigh, as he runs his hand over Reggie's cock to get him nice and hard. He sucks a bruise up from the skin, right on Reggie's inner thigh, his cheek against Reggie's balls.]
[ Reggie sits back without complaint, opening his legs obediently to let Nick between them. His fingers stay buried in Nick's dark curls, tugging at them in encouragement. ]
Come on...
[ He grins, wetting his lips and then biting at the lower one so it flushes deep red from the swell of blood his teeth attract, before a groan is forced out of him by Nick's wandering mouth. One leg hooks around Nick's shoulder, toes curling a bit, and Reggie's lips part again in a louder moan. He's hard within moments, having been about halfway there ever since his pants came off. ]
[He nearly groans just at that. The fact is that he loves to give Reggie blowjobs; he loves to feel the weight of his cock in his mouth and hear the noises that Reggie inevitably makes, desperate and whining. He reaches for Reggie's hand in his curls, and his fingers tangle there.
He swallows him down, then, without any warning, without any warm up. It is so sudden that it actually almost hurts, even though Nick is the one who is controlling it. He rises up on his knees a bit, to give himself a little more room to move, a little more to suck him down.]
[ Gasping, muscles tight and nerve endings alight, Reggie's fingers dig more tightly into Nick's hair, his other hand curling over Nick's to hold him at the wrist. He bucks forward, leaning over Nick and groaning almost as if pained, the harder and more abruptly Nick takes him into his mouth. ]
Nick-- Nick...
[ Reggie pants, whining impatiently and greedily, already significantly worked up. Not that it ever takes him long, but Nick especially has a knack for unraveling Reggie quickly. He bucks his hips forward again, more sharply and frantic. ]
[One hand goes to Reggie's hip, the other finds the back of his calf, and then Nick looks Reggie in the eye, his mouth stretched wide, and he gives him a little nod, pulling off Reggie's cock.
It's only for a single moment.]
Fuck my mouth, Reg.
[He says it with conviction - he means it. He bobs down on his dick one more time, and then keeps his mouth right at the head of his cock, and the hand that's on his hip he legs go to find Reggie's hand.]
[ Reggie blinks down at Nick dazedly, but he doesn't wait to be told twice. His fingers dig into Nick's hair tightly, pulling his head forward. ]
Okay, if you think you can handle me. [ He strokes Nick's neck softly. ] Open up, sweetheart.
[ His tone is a little playful, thumb stroking over Nick's lip now, but then he yanks him forward by the hair again as he rocks his hips sharply forward, thrusting his cock between Nick's lips past the halfway point. Reggie doesn't want to hurt Nick, but he also aims to please, and finding a balance between the two is what he's focused on. ]
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[ Reggie slides his hand up the nape of Nick's neck, stroking it up into his hair as he pulls back to look at him. He's never dated anyone like Nick, either -- Veronica had been similar in a lot of ways, sure, but still very different, and even now he doesn't know if he can call what happened between them dating, anyway -- for both the obvious reason and that he hasn't had a lot of committed relationships in the first place.
And never open ones. But, in case Nick doesn't already know this: ]
It isn't everyone that bothers me, though. I can live with us sleeping with other people. So-- [ He kisses him again slowly. ] Don't worry about that.
[ Not that he thinks Nick was worried about that.
Reggie parts Nick's legs a bit, fitting himself between them to kiss him deeper. ]
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[That much he needs to be sure about, because other than that, he isn't really unsure about anything. He leans into Reggie's body, kisses against his mouth, and holds him close.]
Let me love you best.
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[ Another kiss, softer than before, and also brief. ]
Even if you did.
[ Reggie looks at him again, quiet, chewing his lip idly like he's considering something. His fingers stroke through Nick's hair, the other hand holding him at the back. ]
Can you just promise me one thing?
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[He is not, and has never been one to promise blindly.
He is gentle, though, his hands on Reggie's cheeks.]
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Not that the lack of knowing will stop him. ]
If somehow, like, for whatever reason Kavinsky ended up as a submissive one day... or especially if you did, you won't contract with him, right?
[ But it's less a question and more of a request. ]
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He lifts his head up a little.]
I promise.
[He doesn't need to say more. That he wouldn't have done it, because Kavinsky is a bomb that it as likely to go off in the hand of his owner as in the face of his enemy.]
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He relaxes a little, breathing out. It's a vastly hypothetical thing to promise at the moment, but frankly, he isn't convinced that can't ever happen -- he knows people that it or the reverse has happened to, in fact -- or that if it did Kavinsky would not immediately pursue Nick about it, that he might not do so expecting the same things that happened with Reggie and Nick's to happen with them.
Reggie also isn't convinced that or something similar happening wouldn't have to be a dealbreaker for him. And obviously, that's the last thing he wants. ]
Good. Thank g-- [ He holds Nick tighter, face against his shoulder, placated. ] ... You. Thank you.
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You really hate him.
[He says it carefully, as if there was ever a doubt.]
It isn't just because he put you in the trunk of a car.
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Listen, I wasn't gonna get into it, cuz I don't actually wanna fight about this. Let me be clear. [ But, with a sharper breath: ] But no, I can't even stand thinking about it. When you left to go stay with him, and I...
[ He pauses, then shakes his head. He couldn't think of anything but the two of them together when that happened, and it drove him crazy every night. ]
It's like no matter what the hell he does you still forgive him, and I think he knows it. And I think he's just gonna keep trying to get more out of you that way.
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I'm not forgiving him, Reggie.
[Satan isn't good at forgiveness.]
I'm stacking his sins up. Collecting them for when I need them.
[It's an incredibly callous and calculating way to conduct a friendship. Everyone is like this - even Dorian. Reggie and Sabrina are the ones who get a pass; Reggie and Sabrina have the grace of love.]
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When I was locked in the trunk I could hear some of what you guys were talking about. You do know that, right?
[ Not everything and not in detail, but enough that he's been able to retroactively fill in some contextual blanks with what he now knows about Kavinsky's contract, and enough to give him... an impression about their relationship. At the time he had dismissed most of it, but since then, for a number of reasons, he has felt less and less like the priority in that situation at all.
He breathes out. It shouldn't matter anymore, he knows, but it's only gotten harder rather than easier. ]
Need them for what?
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[He says it simply.]
I don't love him. At the end of the day, that's all that matters. Do you get that?
[He shakes his head.]
I don't know yet. Sins are valuable things. They're like secrets.
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[ Also stated simply, because Reggie doesn't know how else to answer. At any rate, he's tired of being angry over it; he needs to find a way to move on. ]
I'll let it go.
[ He strokes his fingers through Nick's hair again, kissing the top of his head, then his forehead, then tipping his chin up to kiss his mouth. He doesn't want to fight, and it's not a fight, even if they're both getting frustrated. Talks like this make him want to reestablish a sense of intimacy. ]
And depending on who you're dealin' with, both those things can also be pretty dangerous, too. I just hope you know what you're doing. [ He exhales slowly. ] But look, I trust you. I do.
[ He kisses him again, then again, a bit harder. ]
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What would really make you feel more secure?
[There has to be something.]
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[ This would all be a lot simpler if he knew. A lot of these feelings have never been applicable to Reggie's life before, and he already knows he doesn't have to tell Nick not to break his promise. ]
But just talk to me and I'll listen. Okay? I'm here for you, I promise.
[ He pauses, trying to figure out how to transition from that thought toward the answer to Nick's question Reggie does know, but he gives up after a few moments. It's impossible. ]
Can... we have sex?
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He begins slowly, by unbuttoning Reggie's shirt, his palms flat on Reggie's abs, his fingers spreading wide.
He still can't always figure out how he ended up with someone so beautiful. Dorian is gorgeous, but Dorian is cruel, cold. Reggie burns in the other way. He burns in a mortal way, and Nick can't get enough of him.
He reaches to kiss him again, and again.]
Hey.
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They have each other, and that's the most important thing. It isn't that the rest doesn't matter, but this is more important; they have each other, love each other, they're together, bonded in a way that belongs to just the two of them. It isn't always easy, but love never is.
Reggie follows, kissing Nick back eagerly. He doesn't take it for granted, either, being loved by someone this incredible. Someone as beautiful, mysterious, charismatic, mesmerizing, and addictive as Nick, cold like marble and warm like Hell. ]
Hey.
[ He leans down, climbing on the bed as he kisses Nick harder, feeling for his belt. ]
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Do you want me to blow you?
[The way he's talking, it's clear for this moment that Nick is asking for real, that none of this is going to be a power game. He wants to know, because he's willing to do anything right now. If Reggie wants a blowjob, he'll give him one - if Reggie wants to give one, he'll indulge that too.
This is the kind of sex that Nick doesn't have much anymore. The closest to vanilla sex that he's done in a while.]
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[ But he nods, because Reggie has never turned down a blowjob in his life, and it doesn't matter to him what exactly they do. He doesn't need it to be vanilla, or slow, or even necessarily tender, he just needs Nick. ]
I want you to do whatever you wanna do to me. [ He slides his fingers through Nick's hair, digging them in and pulling slightly. ] I just want you.
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He has those dark, dangerous eyes, that smile that suggests he's going to be trouble, and it's so good.
He presses a kiss to Reggie's knee, and then his inner thigh, as he runs his hand over Reggie's cock to get him nice and hard. He sucks a bruise up from the skin, right on Reggie's inner thigh, his cheek against Reggie's balls.]
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Come on...
[ He grins, wetting his lips and then biting at the lower one so it flushes deep red from the swell of blood his teeth attract, before a groan is forced out of him by Nick's wandering mouth. One leg hooks around Nick's shoulder, toes curling a bit, and Reggie's lips part again in a louder moan. He's hard within moments, having been about halfway there ever since his pants came off. ]
Nick, please--
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He swallows him down, then, without any warning, without any warm up. It is so sudden that it actually almost hurts, even though Nick is the one who is controlling it. He rises up on his knees a bit, to give himself a little more room to move, a little more to suck him down.]
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Nick-- Nick...
[ Reggie pants, whining impatiently and greedily, already significantly worked up. Not that it ever takes him long, but Nick especially has a knack for unraveling Reggie quickly. He bucks his hips forward again, more sharply and frantic. ]
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It's only for a single moment.]
Fuck my mouth, Reg.
[He says it with conviction - he means it. He bobs down on his dick one more time, and then keeps his mouth right at the head of his cock, and the hand that's on his hip he legs go to find Reggie's hand.]
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Okay, if you think you can handle me. [ He strokes Nick's neck softly. ] Open up, sweetheart.
[ His tone is a little playful, thumb stroking over Nick's lip now, but then he yanks him forward by the hair again as he rocks his hips sharply forward, thrusting his cock between Nick's lips past the halfway point. Reggie doesn't want to hurt Nick, but he also aims to please, and finding a balance between the two is what he's focused on. ]
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