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[ Reggie's got a bit of a spring in his step today -- certainly a change from the funk he's been in lately, from the rule enforcements (and implications thereof) and also a number of other reasons that have building up since -- when he comes to find Nick in his office, grinning as he walks right over and tugs Nick close for a kiss on the mouth. ]

Hey, guess what? [ He doesn't wait for Nick to guess: ] Derek's back.

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[He looks up, a little surprised for a moment, and then he laughs, grins.]

Oh. He fucked you.

Hard.

[Nick isn't stupid, but he's not jealous, either. He laughs a little.]

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Come on, can't a guy just be happy to see his friend again?

[ But also Derek fucked him very hard.

Smirking a little, Reggie leans in again, tugging Nick's lip with his teeth playfully. ]

It's not like those are all that easy to come by around here these days.

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Sure.

But he also fucked you.

[He laughs and kisses him on the mouth.]

Is he alone?

[Which is to say: is Stiles here, too?]

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[ Reggie kisses back, neither confirming nor denying the accusation. Which is as good as confirmation, really. ]

Yeah, I think so. [ But then he pauses. ] There's someone else here who knows him, though-- like, from home. That's kinda weird, right?

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Why would that be weird?

[He backs up his chair a little, and then moves his spellbook, and nods for Reggie to sit on the desk.]

We're from across the river from each other and we didn't know each other.

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I dunno. [ Admittedly. ] Just the timing, I guess. This other guy only got here last month, and suddenly Derek shows up again?

[ Reggie has no idea how this stuff works. Maybe that's normal, but as far as he knows there's no similar pattern among the people from Riverdale. He sits on the desk, leaning on his arm and crossing one leg across the opposite knee. ]

Plus, I did only say kind of.

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Who's the other guy?

[He asks as he leans in to put his chin against Reggie's ankle, and tipping his head to look up Reggie, fond as anything.]

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[ Smirking a little, Reggie rubs his ankle along Nick's neck playfully and flirtatiously. He's reminded of that "game" Nick mentioned and is tempted to ask about it, but not yet. ]

This guy Jackson. I think they went to the same school or something.

[ He'd mentioned Derek turned him, at that, but Reggie promised he wouldn't tell people Jackson was a werewolf, too-- or part werewolf, whatever the fuck. Nick's usually pretty good at figuring that kind of thing out without Reggie's help anyway. ]

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Oh.

Whittemore.

Pretty, but kind of stupid.

[Which....describes his own boyfriend, but Nick loves Reggie and he has no such inclinations to Jackson, so.]

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[ That makes Reggie laugh unexpectedly. ]

That's the guy. You met him? [ Reggie leans more weight on his arm. ] Why's he stupid?

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In the market. He had opinions.

[They were wrong.]

And he was here a couple of hours ago. He signed a contract without reading it.

[So you know.

Stupid.]

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He signed one? You mean he found a sub already, or was this about the other one?

[ The job thing he'd made a post about. ]

I told him he should go get a job as a bouncer or something, he's definitely got the attitude for it. Though I dunno what he's bitching about, either, like, what the hell could be so hard about modeling?

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Not that kind of contract. A job contract.

[He moves in a little more.]

So that's what someone who looks like a marble statue does.

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Is that all he came here for?

[ Reggie would believe it -- Nick hadn't gotten along with Derek at the beginning either, after all -- but he asks anyway, just in case. He knows his boyfriend is quite the warlock slut, after all.

Not that Reggie isn't something of a mortal one.

He nods, then quirks an eyebrow, lifting his shirt to expose his abs. ]

You think he looks like a marble statue? Please. I could model circles around that loser.

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I didn’t sleep with him, if that’s what you’re asking.

He’s not exactly my type.

[Nick prefers his men submissive, or legitimately confident. Jackson is neither of those things.]

You’re very pretty.

[Now he’s just being mean.]

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Good. More for me.

[ More of Nick, he means. Jackson isn't exactly Reggie's type, either, although he's also not exactly... not his type. Physically, yes, but a little too mean to properly qualify.

Whereas Nick may be pretty atypical of Reggie's usual type of guy, himself, but he's very close to Reggie's usual type among girls.

Reggie's nose wrinkles a bit, and he lowers his shirt. ]

I think you mean pretty and statuesque?

[ Although he's put on a little bit of weight lately, so maybe his abs aren't quite as sharply defined as they normally would be. ]

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[He looks at Reggie for a long moment.]

Should I indulge you?

[He leans up and kisses him on the mouth.]

I like guys who I can dominate. Who I can boss around. And who like it when I do.

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[ Reggie nips at Nick's lip, reaching to brush fingers down his cheek. ]

Yeah, you should. [ Indulge him, that is. He kisses Nick back, more of a peck than anything. ] Because I know you do. And--

[ He leans closer, further over the desk, lowering his voice so he can murmur by Nick's ear: ]

You know what I like too, so...

[ Conveniently, Reggie's likes are very compatible with Nick's likes, although Reggie doesn't enjoy being dominated or bossed around by just anyone. But by Nick? Yes. He likes that a lot. ]

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Take off your pants.

[He says it, and he leans back in his chair, like a king watching a faithful servant. He certainly feels that way, right about now.]

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As you wish. [ He nods and cocks his head, liking where this is headed already. ] You're the boss.

[ Smirking playfully, Reggie adjusts himself so he can pop his belt open and get his pants down over his hips, swinging his legs over the side of the desk when they're at his knees and he can kick them the rest of the way off. ]

Boxers too?

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Yes.

[Poor Reggie.

Nick will at least make him come once before he goes back to work.]

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[ He stretches out over the desk, lifting his hips to slide his underwear down too, grabbing them off his ankles and tossing them aside. Reggie wets his lips, leaning on his elbows and looking back over at Nick. ]

Anything else?

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Your shirt.

Take it off.

[He goes to pick up the clothes, which should really...worry Reggie more than it's going to.]

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[ Reggie notes this with mild curiosity, but assumes Nick is just moving them so they'll be easier to find once they're done rather than scattered haphazardly around the office.

He really should know better by now, but when he loves someone, he defaults to giving them benefit of the doubt.

Tugging his shirt over his head, Reggie makes a show of dropping it to the floor, sitting up so his legs hang off the side of the desk. He swings them a little, wetting his lips. ]

And then what?