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“You’re mine, Nicky. I’m going to fuck you over my bike while you wear my cut, with my name tattooed on your skin. I’m keeping you.”

I feel his body tense underneath me, his mouth open in a silent scream. His hot release coating my hand sets off my own orgasm. I look down and watch as my cum mixes with his, pooling in the grooves of his abs.

Perfect.

Nicky’s hands cup my jaw, and he pulls me in for a slow kiss. “I’m keeping you too, Booker.”

We stay like that, slowly kissing until our mess gets uncomfortable.

Once I’ve finished cleaning us both up, I wrap my body around his and bury my head into his shoulder like a fucking snuggle bug.

“Booker?” Nicky says, barely veiled uncertainty lacing his voice.

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to help me pick out a house this weekend? I know it’s too soon to move in together, but it’s somewhere I want you to visit. Regularly. So I want you to be comfortable as well.”

I swear I stop breathing for a second. “Yeah, of course I will. Fizz’s brother is a realtor, so I can ask him to find some places.”

“Thanks, Dimples,” he says with a yawn.

I stay awake, mind racing.

I have the prospect of keeping this man that has burrowed his way under my skin. No way am I going to let him escape now.

It feels like I’ve been asleep for five minutes when I’m being woken up by the overhead light blinding me.

“Booker? I need your help finding–oh,” Reed’s voice pierces through my sleepy brain. “I guess I found him.”

“Found who?” Nicky grumbles from underneath me. I open my eyes, blinking like a fucking owl as I try to get used to the bright sudden light. I start to sit up but fall back down on Nicky with an oomph. “It’s too early to get up, babe. Who did you find?” His eyes are still not open.

“Reed found someone?”

Now Nicky’s eyes are open. “What? Who did they find? Is he okay?”

“I’m fine.” I look down at the end of the bed and see Reed standing there looking nervous as shit in his pj’s and winter coat. He looks between the two of us. Finally, settling on Nicky. “You’re the person I was looking for. You weren’t in your room, so I came to wake Booker up to help me find you and, well, here you are.”

“Maybe we should sit up?” Nicky lets go of me, and we both lean up against the headboard. I am so thankful we both put sweats on before we went to sleep last night. “You know I’m leaving right after breakfast, right? We don’t need to speak anymore.”

“We do. I-I’m sorry, Nicky. I’ve been a raging jerk to you, and it’s not even your fault.” He takes a deep breath and all I want to do is give my baby brother the biggest hug. “Dad was just so excited to meet you and have a son. All he talks about is Nicky, his new son, and I just felt so shitty because, well, like I know he’s supportive of me being a demi boy or whatever, I don’t give a shit about that label. It just felt like he feels he finally has a proper son. I feel like a boy 90% of the time it’s just that of 10% I feel like I’m every gender and no gender. I don’t know, I guess I just got really insecure, and I took it out on you.” He blows out another breath.

“I really am sorry. I know what it’s like to not feel like you fit in around people, and I treated you the same way jerks at school used to treat me. I really am sorry. Please don’t leave.”

“Wow, Reed, I don’t know where to start,” Nicky says, running a hand through his hair. “Can I hug you?”

Reed gives a small nod, and Nicky strides over to him, pulling him into a bear hug. My eyes are so fucking watery. It warms my heart seeing them there like this. Reed doesn’t always understand it’s okay to have more people in your corner. It looks like he sure as shit is about to have Nicky.

“The first thing Kenny told me when he started talking about his family was that you use he/they pronouns, and Booker was gay. He then told me it was a deal breaker if I wasn’t okay with that.” Nicky says, pulling back from the hug. “He loves you fiercely. I wouldn’t be here if he thought I wasn’t okay with you. Son or not, you and Booker mean the world to him.”

“So do you,” Reed says, nervously picking at his fingers. “After you left, he started crying. The only time I’ve seen that before was at Grandpop’s funeral. He didn’t even cry during the season five finale of Grey’s Anatomy.” Nicky looks at me, and I just shrug. It was a great fucking show. “Even though it was my fault you were leaving, he gave me a kiss, told me he loved me, and then went to bed. That’s when it sank in. How shitty I was being. To you, Dad, Booker.”

“Me?” I ask, startled.

Reed looks at me like I’m an idiot. “Did you think your obsession with Nicky was subtle? Everyone knows you’re gone for him.”

He’s got me there.

“You’ll be okay with Booker and me being…Booker and me if I was to stay?” Nicky asks.

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