Chapter 2 – Escalations

GENERAL WARNING – Dubious Consent – There is a lot of dumb humans fumbling their way through things in this chapter, and Luke makes a couple advancements without explicitly asking Reggie beforehand. Reggie is enthusiastic about all of them, but I thought the lack of communication was worth mentioning.

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Apparently internal butt massages were where it was at, because Reggie seemed to like them an awful lot.

Like, the first few times he'd been embarrassed about the massage thing, only going along with it begrudgingly after Luke had brought it up, but after that third time, Reggie would be the one to approach him. And yeah, he'd be all flushed and fidgety, but every time, Luke did his best to sooth him. Obviously, he'd do anything to help out his bro.

Plus, there was a sort of nice feeling that came from being the one to offer something so good to Reggie, something that clearly made him quite happy.

"Luke," Reggie would moan, spread out on his back with one hand pumping steadily between his legs, the bassist no longer having to ask because Luke had given him blanket permission to take care of himself. After doing this a certain number of times, he definitely understood the appeal of wanting to relieve some tension.

Plus, it was nice to see Reggie like this – all vulnerable and stuff, because he trusted Luke. He trusted Luke not to make fun of him, and why would he? Reggie looked like an actual sex god when he got like this, his cheeks even more flushed that usual, his lip a little swollen from where he was biting at it. His lashes would flutter against his cheek and the muscles of his abdomen would flex under the strain of his efforts, and his dick was like – that was an A plus dick for sure. Luke didn't know a whole lot about rating dicks as he'd never seen that many in his life, but Reggie's seemed pretty great, always so flushed and wet and dripping.

"This good?" Luke asked, keeping one of Reggie's legs pinned to his chest – and like, that was another cool thing he'd learned while doing this, because apparently Reggie was flexible. Reggie said it came from doing parkour, but Luke knew that really meant that Reggie had been serious about his attempts to be spiderman way back when. Like, he must have followed stretching videos online during middle school or something, because the guy had a huge range of motion.

"So good, yes- Luke," Reggie would croon, shuddering when Luke thrust against that certain spot again.

So internal massages – they were great. They might make Luke's dick hurt a little because he was only human, and just about anyone would get worked up from watching Reggie orgasm he was pretty sure, but it was worth it to help Reggie out.

They kept it up for a week, Luke progressing to slowly adding more fingers into the equation, because Reggie was getting used to the stretch.

"Ugh," Reggie would whine, because he did that, just sort of dropped into inarticulate sounds of want and that was kind of hot too. "Lu-uke."

"I know, I'm here," Luke soothed, petting Reggie's thigh. He was pretty sure he had this down to a science at this point, which was both good and bad. Good, because it allowed him to take care of Reggie in the best way possible. Bad, because it allowed his mind to drift, which had his focus shifting to things it probably shouldn't.

Like, for instance, Reggie's dick.

The bassist had been trying out this thing where he kept his arms pulled above his head, shaking fingers gripping onto Luke's headboard until he came from the massage alone. It was actually super hot. There was a lot of babbling involved, Luke was a pretty big fan of it. Just- it also left his dick on very clear display for Luke, so he caught each twitch and pulse, each time a new bead of precum would dribble down the flushed skin. It set off his curiosity, which always lead to mixed results, but…

Well, Luke wanted to know what it tasted like. He bet it was salty. Reggie probably wouldn't mind, he was barely paying attention anyway. He'd just take a quick swipe.

So Luke leaned forward, considering the best approach before he gave a sort of internal shrug and licked the head of Reggie's dick, which was salty and warm and kind of shuddery under his tongue, but in like, a cool way.

"Luke!" Reggie crowed, his legs spasming in Luke's grip, eyes flying wide. "W-What'd you do that for?"

"I don't know," Luke hissed, feeling his cheeks flood with warmth. "I thought it'd taste good." And it sort of had. "Did you like it?"

"Um- yeah?" Reggie croaked, his breath catching when Luke jabbed against that spot again.

"So I can do it again?" Luke asked, sort of liking the feel of it. It was like a strange, squishy lollipop, only he definitely couldn't eat it.

Maybe it was more like a sausage roll. That he also couldn't eat.

"…sure," Reggie panted, tentative most likely due to disbelief.

But he'd still said yes, so Luke leaned forward again, this time trying to wrap his mouth around the entire head of Reggie's dick so he could suck on it properly. He must have done a good job because two sucks later, Reggie was coming with a shout, something that had Luke startling off him with a surprised gasp before his face was coated in Reggie's cum.

He idly pumped Reggie through it while he considered his options, then tentatively stuck his tongue out so he could lick the stuff closest to his lips.

Huh. Salty and bitter, but not bad. It was cool that it was kind of warm. A little clumpy.

"Luke," Reggie whined, but the singer ignored him, leaning forward so he could lick Reggie's dick clean until he was babbling incoherent nonsense again.

And then they were done, though Luke's face and hair were a bit of a mess. Looked like a shower was in order.

"That was cool," Luke said, offering Reggie a bright smile. "Did you have fun?"

Reggie just let out an incoherent noise of embarrassment, his head flopping back onto Luke's pillow.

That was totally a yes.

"C'mon, let's get cleaned up," Luke said, wiping his face off on his shoulder before he gathered Reggie into his arms, the bassist entirely useless for at least the next hour.

They were going to have so much fun going forward.

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Reggie kept letting Luke suck him, and Luke was starting to get really good at it.

Like, there was a lot of mind over matter when it came to getting more of Reggie in his mouth, but what he couldn't fit there, he could always lick and tease at, and maybe it was weird to like this so much, but the sounds it coaxed from Reggie, man. They were so good. How could Luke ignore that when he knew how to earn such things? No joke, he was starting to make a mess of his own clothes from pleasuring Reggie alone. He would have been embarrassed by it but like, there were definitely worse things to be aroused by. The fact that Luke got turned on taking care of his friends made him feel all warm inside, like he was a secret Superman who just wanted to do right by the world, and it made him hopeful for his subconscious or growing hormones or whatever.

Sometimes, Luke wouldn't massage Reggie's butt at all, he'd just suck on the bassist – crawl between his legs when he was feeling antsy or reward him after practice for coming up with a particularly awesome bassline or just because he could, Luke guessed. Reggie was always down for it, and he always made the best sounds anyway.

"W-Why do you even like this?" Reggie panted once when they were hiding out in the studio bathroom, the shower running to cover up the sound of Reggie's moans in case Bobby came back early.

"Dude, do you listen to yourself?" Luke asked, lapping at the head of Reggie's dick. "You're practically pornographic. It's awesome, man."

"Oh-ohh," Reggie would trail off with a moan because Luke had swallowed him down again, had taken him deep with every intention of rocking his damn world.

Of course, they didn't give up on the massages entirely. Even if Reggie's strain was getting better, he still danced around a lot, and Luke wanted to take preventative measures to ensure he didn't get hurt again. This seemed to help. Well, this and stretching, but hooking Reggie's legs over his shoulder while he sucked him seemed to work for that, so there was a lot of two birds with one stone business going down.

"L-Luke," Reggie was whining, because Luke wasn't sucking him for once. They'd learned through trial and error that he shouldn't do it before any gigs in case he got overexcited and took Reggie too deep, so that day he got to sit back and watch Reggie's dick pulse against his stomach wildly, his hands clinging hard against Luke's headboard. "M-More."

Luke, who was all about giving Reggie exactly what he wanted, paused. He already had four fingers buried deep into Reggie, and he'd thought that would be enough (thought it was a lot as it was, like, a hot amount of a lot). Clearly that wasn't the case, but he wasn't sure how to proceed. It wasn't like he could put his whole hand in Reggie.

…could he? Wait, no, that definitely sounded like something he should research. He couldn't make things worse.

"Um." Luke glanced around, weighing his options. If he could find something that was slightly bigger than his fingers, he could satisfy Reggie, maybe. Where was a flashlight when you needed one, except…

His gaze dropped low, between his legs, and his dick gave a tiny pulse of joy, as though waving some figurative arms to volunteer as tribute.

It was certainly one option. And now that it was in his head, he couldn't let it go.

"I have an idea," Luke said, pulling his fingers out of Reggie, much to the bassist's displeasure. "Just- give me a second."

"Luke." Reggie shifted unhappily, his wet hole fluttering with um- equal displeasure at being empty. "That is the opposite of what I want."

"Hold on," Luke said, rushing to free his dick from his clothes, glad that he hadn't come yet. It was a bit of a mess to coat himself in baby oil, and like, he'd definitely stained his pants, but it was worth it to angle himself between Reggie's cheeks, the first brush of warm flesh making him shudder. "Okay, um- I'm just gonna-"

"Oh." Reggie shuddered when Luke started to press into him. "That's- what is that?"

"Something bigger," Luke grunted, and he'd known Reggie liked to keep his eyes closed to like, savor the moment, but he really thought the bassist would have looked down by now.

Reggie moaned again, his head falling back with a loud cry. "It's so- is that your dick?"

"Yep," Luke huffed, shifting his hips slowly because damn, was Reggie tight. "Fucking hell, dude, how are you still this tight?"

"Why does your dick feel so good?" Reggie moaned, rutting his hips forward eagerly as he tried to take in more of Luke. "More, Luke, more."

"I'm getting there," Luke murmured, thrusting himself deeper and fucking fuck, this was- no wonder everyone went on about sex all the time, just massaging Reggie was enough to drive Luke wild. He felt so tight and warm around Luke's dick, and he kept squeezing and shuddering around him.

The singer knew the moment he rutted up against that special spot again because Reggie was croaking, his legs hooking around Luke's torso and his hands scrambling to clutch onto Luke's shoulder.

"Harder," Reggie whined, his face all flushed and pretty. "Keep- I need-"

"I've got it," Luke soothed, trying to step up and do his bro duty. He pulled his hips back so he could rut into Reggie again, and the slide seemed to do something to both of them, Reggie spasming a little bit when Luke slammed into that spot.

"There!" Reggie croaked, his nails digging into Luke's skin. "There, please- Luke."

"I've got you, Reg," Luke pledged, establishing a new rhythm and yeah, it was a little harder than using his hands, but he was getting the job done. It was difficult not to come when Reggie felt so good around him, and when Luke knew he wouldn't last, he reached down between them, wrapping a hand around Reggie's dick and beating him off in a manner that had him crowing into his shoulder.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, Luke," Reggie babbled. "Luke, I'm gonna- Luke, it's- I'm gonna-"

Reggie came with a shout, clutching down hard enough around Luke that he followed shortly thereafter, unloading deep into Reggie. He thought that might be gross, but Reggie moaned through it, squeezing down around him until Luke finished jerking him through his release.

When they were both finished, Luke finally pulled out, pausing when he watched some of his cum spill from Reggie's hole.

Oh, that was- that was pretty neat, he thought.

"Oh my god," Reggie whined into Luke's pillow. "You got me all wet."

"Hold on," Luke said, pressing two fingers into Reggie so he could start scooping his release out as best as possible.

The actions against Reggie's already sensitive area made the bassist shiver, had him whining all over again when Luke was done.

"So," Luke began when he was pressing some exploratory fingers into Reggie again, just to make sure he did a good job. "Bath time?"

"Y-You're gonna have to um- s-suck me if you keep doing that," Reggie whimpered, his length beginning to stir to life once more.

"I can do that," Luke said with a grin, and then he was leaning forward and taking Reggie into his mouth, because he'd always be happy to take care of his best bro, even if they did have a gig tomorrow.

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It took what was probably far too long for Luke to figure things out.

Well, for Reggie to figure things out.

He had been giving Reggie massages for months now – whenever they could get a secure moment alone. Their sessions always varied, from just Luke's mouth to his mouth and fingers or his fingers so they could progress to his dick, and Reggie seemed to love all of it. They experimented with different positions, different angles, but Reggie wasn't the best at giving feedback because he seemed to think all of it was amazing.

So Luke tried to read his face to catch his reactions there, and sometimes that involved massaging Reggie when the bassist was in his lap, the two of them facing each other, Reggie's hands clutching onto Luke's shoulders and his legs flexed wide, desperate gasps spilling from his throat because at this angle, each drop hit right against that sweet spot.

"You know," Luke began conversationally as a means to distract himself from coming immediately and ruining Reggie's fun. "Willie said he had sex with a girl like this once."

"He d-did?" Reggie gasped, playing along distractedly. "He massaged a girl's butt?"

"He called it anal," Luke said, brows furrowed in concentration as he carefully lifted Reggie up, bringing him down with a slam. "L-Like, apparently that's a thing. You stick your dick in a girl's butt and she likes it."

"Oh," Reggie breathed, eyelashes going all fluttery when Luke hit that particular spot. "Um- your dick's in my butt."

"Yeah," Luke said, sneaking a hand between them so he could start fondling Reggie's length, something that left the bassist clutching at him desperately.

"So…" Reggie moaned, but he valiantly pushed through it, because apparently he had a point to make. "Are you um- fucking me?"

Luke paused, one hand on Reggie's dick and the other under his thigh, both of Reggie's arms curled around his shoulders.

It was a fair question. His dick was involved, after all, and so was Reggie's dick.

"I guess so?" Luke said. "I mean, technically."

"Luke," Reggie whined, turning to bury his face against Luke's shoulder, the way he did when he was embarrassed. "Are we bi?"

"Uh…" Wow, Luke probably should have figured that out by this point. "It seems like it."

"We can't be bi," Reggie pressed, pulling back so he could stare Luke in the eye, and maybe like, that argument would be more effective if Luke's dick definitely wasn't up his ass. "This is like Beyblade all over again!"

It took Luke a hot second to figure out what Reggie was talking about, but by that point, Reggie was on a roll.

"You know, like when we were kids?" Reggie pressed, looking a tiny bit manic. "And you and I were all crazy about beyblades because of that dumb show-"

"It was a cool show," Luke protested weakly, trying not to pout. Reggie only said it was dumb because Alex said it was dumb and- okay, maybe it was a bit dumb, but it had been their dumb thing.

"-and we bought the toys and went to tournaments and stuff even though our spinning tops didn't have magic powers or whatever?" Reggie continued. "And Alex said- he said that we would get bored with it in like, two months, and then what happened?"

Luke tried to search his brain. "We got bored in one month?"

"One month!" Reggie shouted, the outburst making him clutch down around Luke, reminding him of their superbly intimate position. "We got bored in one month, Luke! We got bored because we're like- we're excitable," he said, busting out the word Julie frequently used to describe them. "Throw something at us that's new or shiny enough and we'll latch onto it for a second and then we'll get bored and forget it ever existed. This is like that. This is our new Beyblade."

"More like bae blade," Luke said with a wag of his brows.

Reggie was not impressed.

With a groan, he climbed off of Luke, which was kind of awful but Luke could admit that the interruption had somewhat dimmed his arousal, so he didn't begrudge it.

"I'm just saying," Reggie continued. "I would have known if I liked guys by now, right? And you would have too, but we only ever went after girls. So obviously this thing is like-"

"A fad," Luke finished, putting two and two together. "But I like it."

"Me too!" Reggie burst, and despite admitting this, he seemed entirely frustrated by the fact. "I like it a lot, but what happens when we get bored with it?"

"We stop doing it?"

"Right," Reggie agreed, making Luke wonder why he'd asked at all. "I just- I guess I want to make sure we'll keep this a secret is all. I don't want to hurt Alex's feelings."

"Oh man," Luke said, his eyes going wide at the thought of it. "I don't want to either, that'd be awful."

The blond might think they were making fun of him or something, and they weren't, they just- they fixated because they were dumb. He and Reggie were not bright people.

"Okay," Luke said, refocusing. "This doesn't have to be hard. We already haven't been telling anyone. We can just keep doing that. It doesn't have to be weird just because we figured out there was more to it."

It wasn't like Luke was attracted to all the dudes in the world anyway, he just liked Reggie, and Reggie liked him.

"Can it be that easy?" Reggie asked, sounding terribly hopeful.

Luke decided then and there that he would make it so, even if it wasn't.

"Yep," Luke said, putting as much confidence into his tone as possible. "Now um- in light of that surprise development, would you like a treat? I want to suck you off."

"Luke," Reggie whined, but he still spread himself out on his back, still let Luke crawl between his legs. "I-If we're bi, you have to- I want to try sucking you sometime."

"And I can try riding your dick," Luke hummed. "It only seems fair."

Reggie let out a low moan, but whether that was from the idea of it happening or the idea of having to share butt massage time was a mystery Luke wasn't qualified to solve, so he didn't. He had bigger things to worry about anyway. Namely, Reggie's dick.

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Because they were both super chill people when they wanted to be, not much changed after they made the big revelation.

Or like, it did, because now they knew they could do other things because they both wanted to and it was fun for both of them, but like, in the grand scheme of things they didn't act like it was a big deal, because it wasn't a big deal.

True to what he had said, Reggie attempted to suck Luke off, and he wasn't as good at it, but like, there were major points for enthusiasm. Luke was also pretty sure even a mediocre suck job could feel nothing less than amazing, so he had a grand total of zero complaints on the subject. It also turned out that all of Reggie's enthusiasm about butt stuff was well warranted, because yeah, it had been a little weird the first time Reggie stuck a finger up him, but then he'd found that spot and Luke was done, he was complete, he wanted nothing more than to get Reggie's dick in him because he was apparently so damn bi.

"Fucking hell," Reggie crooned into his shoulder, Luke's legs hooked around his back, his dick throbbing in Luke's warmth. "You are so fucking tight. How do you last more than thirty seconds?"

"That's why I jerk you off until you come first," Luke replied with a gasp, and he probably should have been less surprised when Reggie started to do just that to him, until they both came in an explosive mess.

But like, a good mess, to clarify.

"Bae," Luke muttered, pawing at Reggie's shoulder from where the bassist had collapsed beside him. "Bae, let's get cleaned up."

Like, Luke knew the whole bae thing had come and gone but it was such a good code for their newest fad that he hadn't been able to let it go. Alternatively, Reggie hadn't cared enough to argue him on it, so the label had stuck.

"Um," Reggie said, blinking through his daze. "Can I kiss you? Is that allowed?"

Well, that definitely wasn't a subject Luke had been expecting, but he only had to stew over it for like three seconds before he was nodding.

"Yeah, I'm cool with it," Luke said, and then he was leaning over so he could do just that, getting a surprised squawk from Reggie because apparently he hadn't been expecting it then, but-

The first kiss wasn't that great, but they could only get better with practice. So they did that. They did it a lot. And then secret massage time transformed into heated makeouts until secret massage time, and sometimes Luke and Reggie would just kiss without the intent to have secret massages at all. They'd just kiss for the fun of it, or when they had free time, or when Reggie needed reassurance or Luke's hands were fidgeting too much and he just needed to calm down.

Kissing Reggie was pretty great. He'd miss it when their whole Bae phase was over.

Of course, because Luke was a classy gentleman, he made sure that all of his and Reggie's solo times were not just about sex. Like, sex was great, but Luke had loved Reggie for Reggie way before they'd started doing that, so he ensured they made time to do regular stuff. He'd still take Reggie to the arcade or they'd cuddle and watch movies or work on new songs together. They'd pack a picnic and eat it in a sunny, distant section of the creek. Luke made sure Reggie knew that he was loved and taken care of outside of their newest phase, because Reggie meant a lot to Luke, and he didn't want the bassist to become a casualty of some dumb fixation. That wasn't acceptable.

They kept hanging out with the others too. They coordinated on that kind of stuff, started scheduling out their weeks so they could give Bobby and Alex the same amount of attention. Because Luke and Reggie were kind of dumb, and if they didn't watch themselves, it would be like Beyblade all over again. Where he and Reggie would only be playing with their dumb spinning tops whenever they had a free moment that wasn't dedicated to the band, and Bobby and Alex would put up with them with the same longsuffering expressions Luke hadn't registered until after the fact.

It was important that the guys didn't find out about this, so they had to keep everything normal. They had to schedule movie nights at Julie's and video games with Bobby and post-church cool downs with Alex where he could vent or get cuddles as needed. They still had band practice and homework sessions and Reggie still went with Bobby for his volunteer work and Luke still invaded Alex's house so the blond wouldn't be alone with his thoughts and they were still the same well-oiled machine they had always been, except he and Reggie had sex on as many occasions as possible.

And when Luke's mom had found out about it (because maybe they'd prioritized hiding it from the guys over hiding it from Luke's family, whoops), she hadn't even yelled at them the way he thought she would. Like, Luke had been as terrified as Reggie had been, though he'd hidden it better because one of them had to stay on top of things, but his mom had just… been really supportive?

And that was- that was weird, because she wasn't supportive about the band but this- this she was totally fine with.

The conversation had been awkward as hell, but it had ended with lube and condoms and a better understanding of how to communicate their boundaries and consent and stuff, and Luke actually felt kind of proud? Or maybe loved. He didn't know.

"We're not dating, though," Luke had explained to his mom, the condoms and lube clutched to his chest while Reggie clung to his side. "Or like, if we are, it's a secret so Alex doesn't feel bad."

"If Alex is your friend, he would support your relationship," Luke's mom informed him in a typical mom way. "But if you would prefer to keep it to yourselves, that's your business. Just know that it's nothing to be ashamed of, and your father and I love you."

"Aw, mom," Luke said, Reggie's hand squeezing onto him tighter. "And um- you love Reggie too, right?"

"Of course, dear," his mom said, because even though they never talked about it, they all knew how neglectful Reggie's parents were, how much they sucked, and Reggie deserved support too.

"Thanks, Mrs. Patterson," Reggie sniffed, hiding his face against Luke's shoulder.

"You're welcome, sweetheart," Luke's mom said. "Both of you, forever and always. Now, let me know if you ever need more supplies. I'll put them on the grocery list."

"Mom," Luke groaned, but he could admit that the lube worked way better than the baby oil had, and condoms were weird but prevented STIs, and if he and Reggie wanted to do this they had to be responsible, so yeah, that was worth a few embarrassing conversations with his mom.

"Wow," Reggie said after the fact, when they were both sort of lazily making out in Luke's room. "That went really well."

"Super well, actually," Luke said, equally boggled by this. "…want to break in this lube? I've got some fingers with your name on them."

"Your mom is literally downstairs," Reggie hissed.

"I mean." Luke shrugged. "She was last time."

And that's why she'd found them out, because Reggie wasn't um- the best at holding back when Luke was fucking him.

"At least now she knows we're not having a secret fight club," Luke continued, which had apparently been her first suspicion despite the fact that neither one of them every had any injuries aside from the odd strained vocal cord and occasional limp.

Reggie held on for about five seconds. In his defense, it was four longer than Luke had expected. "Okay," he muttered, pretended to be all put out when he stripped off his clothes.

But then he was crawling into Luke's lap, his arms curling around Luke's shoulders so they could kiss against while Luke snuck some lubed-up fingers between his cheeks, and- yeah, things were good.

Secretly good.

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Endnotes:

Next chapter, we get other people! Yep, this is not just Luke and Reggie's greatest hits until the end of time, so next update will feature that prom thing that was mentioned in the summary :)

Thanks for the feedback, guys! It is greatly appreciated :D

Story notes:

It is my firm belief that these two, and only these two, would be cheerfully oblivious to stumble their way into a relationship with each other. To not be able to register the true extent of their 'massages' which is just- it's so delightfully dumb, I don't have words for it ^_^

Until next time :)