Page 61 of One Night With The Nanny

“I hope it’s Fin, he owes me fifty bucks,” Reid said as he went to answer it. They had placed bets on who’d get blamed for the broken guest room toilet at their parents’ house a year ago and their father had just discovered it wasn’t working earlier that afternoon. Reid had told Fin not to stand on the back of it while trying to climb out the window, but did he listen? “Fin and his Christmas lights,” Reid muttered, then pressed the button. “Who goes there? It’s after eleven,” he scolded.

There was a soft cough before Max answered. “It’s me.”

“Sorry. We’re closed,” Reid replied with a quick shake of his head. He turned from the door and almost crashed into Gavin.

He reached around Reid and pressed the button for the building’s front door. “Do come in!” Gavin said cheerfully. “Nice try!” he whispered to Reid, then returned to his seat and looked extremely pleased as he folded his hands on his lap and waited.

“Stay out of this!” Reid hissed at Gavin as he pointed before his finger swung to the kitchen and he glared at Dash. “You too.”

Dash nodded and held up a thumb. “Got it and I am definitely not the one who told Agnes that you were here tonight,” he added with a hard wink.

“This won’t end the way you want it to,” Reid promised them, then grimaced down at his sweatshirt and joggers. He’d hoped to avoid an awkward conversation or a confrontation. Now, he felt even more awkward and confrontational, having to face Max in his socks.

“Perhaps,” Gavin replied gently. “Or, he might be exactly what you need.”

“No.” Nothing had come out, though, as Reid shook his head and opened the door. He wasn’t prepared for how lost Max looked when their eyes met or how much he had missed him. “What are you doing here?” Reid asked in a hushed whisper, silently imploring Max to leave.

“Me?” Max replied with a pleading look. “I went to the Baccarat and I waited,” he said, reaching for Reid’s hand.

Reid pulled it behind his back. He had a good idea why Max had gone to the Baccarat dressed like sex. That had to be the most divine smoking jacket Reid had ever laid eyes on and the rest of the tuxedo and Max’s slippers were flawless.

Dressed to kill, Max had probably gone as himself and was hoping for Reid to come, not Wes, and to hear his terms. But Reid hadn’t found any answers since his heart-to-heart with Gavin. He was still lost in the Spider-Verse. “Sorry,” he said, shaking his head and retreating. “It’s been a long week and I had some work to catch up on,” he lied as he nodded over his shoulder at his laptop.

A disappointed sigh huffed from Max. “Please, Reid. Talk to me.”

“What are you talking about? I texted you back yesterday and—”

“With a thumbs up!” Max said incredulously. “I asked if everything was alright and if I’d see you again and you responded with a thumbs up.”

That earned shocked gasps from Gavin and Dash.

“Harsh!” Dash whispered and there was a judgmental hum from Gavin.

Reid spun around and flailed at them angrily. “Do you two mind?” he said, then swore and snatched one of his Converse off the floor and jammed his foot into it. He yanked at the laces so it would stay on and reached for the other. It took just a few moments to pull it on and he shoved Max back into the hallway, closing the door behind him. “Listen.” He crossed his arms over his chest, preparing to remind Max of his rules but was pulled into a hard embrace.

Reid let out a startled yelp when Max’s lips covered his, only to melt as their tongues swirled and their bodies locked. They stumbled back into the door and Reid’s leg hooked around Max’s hip. Their hands roamed and they were both starving as they rocked against each other.

“Please! I need you!” Max dove into the corner of Reid’s neck, licking and sucking as his hands found their way under the sweatshirt. They pulled at Reid’s body and pushed down the back of his joggers as he was lifted.

“Yes!” Reid’s eyes rolled as Max’s teeth scraped his neck. He wasn’t thinking as his hand snaked between their bodies and tugged frantically at Max’s belt and fly. “I know what you need,” he huffed and groaned when his hand closed around Max’s erection.

“God, Reid! Yes!” Max cried in a strangled whisper. “I’ve missed you so much!”

Reid shook his head and ignored the flash of guilt and confusion as he pushed down the front of his boxers so he could stroke their cocks together. He should have worried about the neighbors coming downstairs and around the corner or Dash or Gavin opening the door, but Reid was caught up in the heat and feel of Max’s body pressed against his and the taste and smell of his breath and skin.

“I’ve been busy and I needed to think,” he mumbled into Max’s mouth. That was a lie too because Reid didn’t want to think about Max. At all. He’d spent the week denying how badly he wanted to see Max and be close to him again, dreading what it meant.

“Don’t shut me out, Reid. I’m sorry if I said too much,” he said, creating another rush of guilt and Reid paused, his hand tight around their cocks.

“You didn’t! It was me.” The last thing Reid wanted was for Max to regret sharing his feelings and for being open and vulnerable. “You’re…perfect,” he said simply and laughed instead of admitting that he was lost and panicking.

“Did I scare you when I said I was going to marry you?” Max asked and Reid nodded.

“A little. That’s nuts and it will never happen,” he said as clearly as he could. But Reid couldn’t help but notice how much harder Max got or the way his lips curved.

He shushed and whispered Reid’s name as he cradled his face and kissed him. “Don’t stop,” he said, making Reid’s heart flutter. “And why are you so sure?”

Reid kissed Max as he held them tighter and pumped faster. “I’ll never leave Briarwood Terrace. This is where I belong, with Gavin and our family,” he said in a distracted babble. He was too close to explain better as heat and pressure bloomed in his core and his sac tightened. His hand was so slick and hot as it slid up and down their shafts.

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