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Fills Post #2

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🔥🔥🔥 This is amazing

🥵 mannnn where can i find me a husband like Nicky????

OMG, I'm the prompter and I'm LOSING MY MIND

This is SO GOOD. Keane is so creepy and threatening and making Nicky cook!? Such a "I have the power here" move! And JOE, so desperate and protective!

Thaaaaank you!!!

I will freely admit that this my own prompt (https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/2726.html?thread=657318#cmt657318), but I managed to work it into an ongoing series if anyone else is curious:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27597323

Omg this was my prompt and I absolutely adore it!! I love Blades of Glory too so this was perfect, and Andy as the coach is beyond brilliant (plus jealous about Noriko!!) thank you so much, I saved this to read after work as a treat 💙💙

Once again, Joe throws himself into the job. He’s so, so close, but before he knows it, another month has come and gone.

Nearly there, is all he writes in the check-in draft message. Joe trudges home through the rain—Taipei has entered the wet season—buoyed only by the promise of another video.

He strips down to his boxers and crawls under the covers, hoping the sight of Nicky will warm some of the bone-deep chill he feels.

The latest video is back to standard phone-camera quality. Joe can’t be sure—the room’s a bit dark, with light pouring in from the side, probably a bedside lamp—but it looks like Nicky is filming from their room in Warsaw.

He’s on his stomach, face turned to the side and resting on the pillow. Joe has a view of everything from his head to his thighs, though a sheet covers everything below the small of his back.

Nicky’s hands are gripping the pillow from beneath it. His hips are rolling against the mattress, humping the bed. He’s staring into the camera, eyes wide and glittering, mouth hanging open.

Joe rolls on to his stomach and props his phone against the pillow on the other side of the bed. Like this, he can almost trick himself into thinking Nicky’s across from him, instead of across the world.

Almost five minutes in, and Nicky still hasn’t said a word, though the sound of his whines and moans is enough to drive Joe mad with wanting. Suddenly, Nicky screws his eyes shut and gasps, “I wish it was you I was fucking into, Yusuf.”

He sounds anguished. He buries his head in the pillow and Joe clenches his fist, silently bidding Nicky to look back at him, but Nicky lets out a long, muffled grunt as he comes.

Joe is half-hard, but he doesn’t touch himself—he just waits, eyes fixed on the rise and fall of Nicky’s back.

Finally, Nicky pushes up to his elbows and looks into the camera. His face is blotchy, and Joe’s heart constricts—has he been crying?

“Nothing is enough,” Nicky tells him, voice soft and scratchy. “Even if my own hand could give me a fraction of the pleasure you do, it wouldn’t matter—I cannot sleep without you beside me. I—” He cuts himself off with a sigh. “My Yusuf. I love you, I think of you always.” He smiles a little and Joe’s heart breaks.

The video ends and Joe is left staring at the black void of his screen.

Enough is enough. He’s going to wrap this job up—if not tomorrow, then the day after that.

———

To Joe’s chagrin, the job is not so easily finished, but three or maybe four weeks later (he may have lost track of the time a bit) the launderers have been turned over to the local law enforcement, along with plenty of incriminating evidence.

Joe throws his shit in a duffel and is on the first plan he can find back to WAW. He spends the flight consoling himself that he’s still completed the job in half the time they originally anticipated.

Disappointingly, his big surprise entrance goes unnoticed—no one seems to hear the safe house door open, presumably because the raised voices in the kitchen drown it out.

“—reasonable, Nicky. Let’s give it another few days, you know time is just a construct for Joe—”

“He would not miss this, he knows I would worry,” comes Nicky’s voice, sounding panicked.

Shit. The rush to finish the job, the race to get back—he forgot about the check-in he’s now at least twelve hours late for.

Joe edges into the doorway so he’s in the full view of Nile, who’s leaned against the counter.

“Uh, guys, we’re good.”

Nicky and Andy look at her, then follow her gaze. Joe drops his bag just in time to get an armful of Nicky.

They share a quick kiss before Nicky lets go so he can greet Andy and Nile.   “You’re six months early,” Andy says. “What happened? Did your cover get blown?”

“What? No!” Joe scowls. “I got it done.”

Nile, now wrapped in Joe’s hug, cracks up.

“Ha!” Nicky shouts, grinning as he accepts and pockets a wad of Euro from a begrudging Andy. “Thank you very much, boss.”

Looking sour, Andy rolls her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, this will teach me to respect the power of true love.”

“Wait. You bet on this?”

“What’s wrong, my love? Of course I bet on you.”

“I just—wait, is that why you—”

Before he can finish, Nicky leans in to give him a long, wet kiss. Joe’s brain whites out.

“Let’s celebrate your homecoming,” Nicky says, pulling him into their room.

When the door shuts behind them, Joe pulls Nicky into his arms, intent on kissing him until he’s dizzy, but Nicky, intently, tells him, “Don’t say anything to Andy.”

“About us fucking? I think she already knows.”

“No,” Nicky says, voice low. “The videos. She will accuse me of foul play.”

Joe’s jaw drops. “I’m sorry, are you telling me those videos were about winning your bet?”

“No!” Nicky kisses his forehead. “Of course not. They were about my insatiable need for you.” He looks at Joe earnestly, then his lips twitch. “That they helped me win my bet was only an added benefit.”

“Nico, you little cheat.” He pinches Nicky’s ass.

Nicky smirks and grinds against him. “I had plenty of reasons to encourage you to hurry.”

Then Joe does kiss him. He kisses him as he steers them to the bed, as he strips off their clothes, as he pins Nicky beneath him.

He sucks bruises into Nicky’s neck while he ruts against him, wild for the feel of their cocks rubbing together. Just touching Nicky after months apart already has him so close.

“Joe.” Nicky swats at his shoulder blades until he pulls back. “Is this how you want to come?”

“I don’t think I can last long enough to open you up, and if you put a finger in me I know I’m done, fuck, Nicky—”

“I’m already open enough,” Nicky says, and guides Joe’s fingers to his hole. “You were supposed to check in, remember?”

“Oh fuck—my video—is it on your phone?”

Nicky nods.

“Pull it up,” Joe barks out, powerless to tamp down the force of his sudden need.

Nicky has to push Joe off to grope for his phone in his jeans pocket. While he searches, Joe quickly lubes up his cock, almost vibrating with anticipation.

His eyes are a little glassy but full of devilry as he gives Joe a scorching look. “You want to watch me finger myself open for you while you fuck me, love?”

“Fuck, fuck, Nicky, please—"

Nicky props his phone against a book on the nightstand and hits play. Joe watches for a moment as the Nicky on the screen starts teasing his own hole, then he yanks up the legs of the Nicky beneath him and pushes into that perfect hole.

Watching the recording of Nicky playing with his own ass while Joe fucks into it in real life is an experience that’s going to need repeating. He fucks Nicky like an animal, urged on by the whispers of “yes, Yusuf, harder, harder” in his ear.

The video Nicky doesn’t even look close to coming, but Joe feels himself starting to unravel until his own orgasm is inevitable. It hits him with such force that he practically yells in Nicky’s year, a string of curses punctuated with Nicky’s name.

He comes so hard that when he comes back online, the video is over and he’s been rolled off Nicky, on to his side. Their fronts are pressed together, and he can feel Nicky, still hard against his thigh.

“Good?” Nicky asks as he strokes Joe’s sweaty curls from his forehead.

“Fuck. So good, Nicky.” He cracks a smile and gets a soft kiss.

“Though,” Joe continues when Nicky pulls back, “I regretfully haven’t done much for your, ah, insatiable need.” He glances down pointedly.

“Never fear, my love,” Nicky tells him. “I’ve had plenty of time to think of all the ways you might make it up to me.”

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Hope y'all enjoyed the little plot twist(s) :D

Thanks <3 <3

So glad you enjoyed it! <3 thanks for the prompt!

Nicky you sly devil! Greatest plot twist ever lol this was great. Thank you for sharing <3

Bahahahaha bless Joe for wrapping the case in record time! And bless Nicky for deviously providing him the motivation to do so. XDDDD

Author I hope you post this on ao3 so even more people can love on it!

Nicky was having a hard time pinning down his feelings about how this night was turning out.

While he was relieved when Joe had walked in the door, the look of shock and fear on his face had broken Nicky’s heart.

As the man, he now knew to be named Keane, had fisted his meaty hands back into his hair, he was also harshly reminded of the fear still coursing through his veins.

Then, there was the utter confusion he felt as he listened to this crazy man’s monologue about grays and his idea for the messed up future for this city.

Finally, the emotion that was currently fighting for the number one spot was anger and a feral energy he only felt when his family was being threatened, which thankfully wasn’t that often. But, tonight, listening to Joe’s pleading voice to leave him at home only to be responded to with such callousness and mocking, he could feel a righteous anger begin stewing inside of himself.

Before they left for the office, Keane had hustled him into one of Joe’s hoodies. Slung over his shoulders to hide his bound hands and the hood thrown up to shield any possible people on the street from the tape still trapping his speech.

With Joe in the lead, Nicky had seen Keane grab Joe’s gun from the side table and place it in his pants. Noticing Nicky’s stare, Keane brought a finger up to his mouth as if shushing him while grinning wickedly. Nicky was actually surprised to find himself glare back at this man. But it did throw light on just how helpless he was with no ability to warn his husband about this new threat.

Was that a growl he felt come from his throat as Keane pulled the door shut and slung his arm over Nicky's shoulder, leading him down the stairs? There was really no way of knowing, especially with his right ear still feeling like it had been packed with cotton.

Reaching Joe’s car, Keane opened the back passenger door pushing Nicky in before sliding in himself. Joe in the front, driving them around in some strange vision of him being their chauffeur for the evening. Nicky could literally feel the tension and fear rolling off his husband in waves.

Under the cover of the hoody, Nicky took this time to try and break out of the tape wound around his hands. Working his hands back and forth minutely while trying to use his, unfortunately, short and blunt fingernails to create weaknesses with small rips.

Finally feeling like he had made some progress during this incredibly awkward drive, they pulled up in front of The Old Guard Investigators. It didn’t take long for them to get parked, into the building, and up the stairs to Joe’s office.

Keane, having had a grasp on Nicky for the trip from the car to the office, decided to seat Nicky on the floor of the office in the corner beside some filing cabinets.

Joe sat at his computer while Keane began looking through said cabinets, pulling out file after file and placing them on Joe’s desk.

As they both worked silently, Nicky continued to make progress on loosening his bonds.

Soon, Joe had finished working on his computer and had started to shred the documents that Keane had been placing on his desk. Keane was taking this time to double check Joe’s work on the computer.

“I think this is gonna be all of it,” Joe said with a tired resolve as he continued to work through the last of the paperwork.

It was at this moment everything went to hell.

They all started when they heard the front door opening downstairs. Two voices rang out. Laughing...?

But Keane didn’t waste time mincing words. He pulled out the gun and stalked angrily toward Joe. “Who the fuck did you call?” He practically growled grabbing a fist full of Joe’s hair, wrenching his head back.

Joe’s perfect curls.

Nicky thought he saw the world turn red.

“I didn’t call anybody,” Joe gasped out, bringing his hands up to grasp at Keane’s. “I’ve been in your sight since the apartment.”

Keane dragged him by his hair to the closed door of the office as the identities of the voices could be made out.

Nile and... Booker? Huh? And, from what Nicky could hear they both sounded a little intoxicated.

“Deal with this,” Keane whispered dangerously, finally letting go of Joe’s curls. Placing the gun into the small of Joe’s back as he opened the door.

“Nile...? Booker...? How do you guys know each other?” Joe shouted out. At any other time, the sheer unbelieving tone of Joe’s questions would have been endearingly adorable. Joe would later tell Nicky that his incredulous tone was due to the fact that at the moment he had opened the door and looked downstairs he had seen Nile laying half across her desk with Booker on top of her ‘going to town on her neck’ according to Joe.

“JOE!” Nile shouted back, apparently still laying on the desk, looking at Joe upside down. Both her and Booker had looking up at Joe like two teenagers who had just been caught making out under some bleachers. “I answer your phone! I know everybody!”

God love drunk Nile.

“Yeah, Joe! Nile knows everybody!”

God love drunk Booker.

Seriously, any other time, Nicky would find this situation adorable and silly, but as it turns out this is when he was finally able to truly break the tape’s hold. After hours, he could bring both of his arms to the front of his body.

Wasting no time, he threw off the hoodie and began to stand. Honestly, he hadn’t really formed a plan past, ‘Get untied.’ So, when Keane turned around so that the gun was pointing at him, Nicky just responded by throwing himself forward and thrusting up the arm and tackling Keane to the ground.

While the gun had fired, Keane had also lost hold of it when he fell. Without thinking, Nicky punched Keane as hard as he could in the face before Keane bucked him off and smashed his already wounded head into the side of Joe’s desk.

As Keane had made to stand up and grab for the gun Joe flung himself towards it too. Able to grab it first, he hadn’t paid much attention to the fury that now was Keane. Turning around quickly, but without having a chance to lift the gun, Keane punched him hard, crashing his knuckles across Joe’s left eye and cheek causing him to fall down hard.

Nicky, finally having regained his own legs, again threw himself at Keane as he picked up the gun and aimed it at Joe. But whatever strength he had pulled from during that initial punch had fully fled as Keane easily twisted out of Nickys grip. Turning and grabbing Nicky by the hair, he drove his knee into his stomach. Right as he made to push the gun into Nicky’s gasping mouth, a shot rang out.

As if in slow motion, Nicky felt his face being sprayed with blood before the full weight of Keane’s dead body fell on top of him.

Doing his best to push Keane off with his shaking arms, he moved him to the side, but definitely most of the body still on top of him, Nicky caught sight of a frozen Nile standing at the threshold of Joe’s office arms still up, gun in hand, staring wide eyed at the scene that lay before her.

God love Nile, still a perfect shot even while drunk.

And, with that Nicky felt the rest of his strength flee him, his eyes rolling up into his head.

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Don't know if you can tell, but this last fight is def based on the movie.

Also, I have almost everything of the ending figured out. But, turns out, I am much better at writing people getting beat up than the aftermath

Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!

Go Nicky!

This is so great. Consent! Compromise! Nile being concerned for Joe’s well-being, also the sex. The sex wàs hot.m

This was very creative, really liked it especially the “character” of the library/castle!

We've almost reached the end of this wild ride. I am on the waiting list for AO3, so hopefully I can post a cleaned up version in the next few days. First time posting like that, how do you come up with titles and summaries...? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Thank you so much for everybody who has commented or read along! I hope you guys have had as much fun as I have with this plot bunny that def became something with a life of its own!!!

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Joe came to with a pounding headache to the sound of the second gunshot he had heard that night. Bolting up, he had time to see Nicky pass out under the literal dead weight on top of him.

Scrambling across the floor, he found himself looking at Booker on the other side of Nicky. Moving in tandem to remove the body on top of him.

“Joe, what’s going on?” Booker asked as Joe frantically moved to gather up Nicky in his arms.

“Will you help me? Will you help me with this tape?” Joe asked his voice and hands shaking as he tried to figure out how to pull off the tape without inflicting anymore pain onto his love. It would seem he had pulled it out and off from across his mouth when he had gotten up. Hanging from his face like some strange necklace, it still clung to his skin and hair.

“I’m calling the police.” Nile spoke in the background. Both of their drunken slurs had disappeared under the stress of the situation.

“No!” Joe choked out from his place on the floor while rocking Nicky in his arms.

“Joe, we gotta call somebody,” Nile said as she gestured toward the scene in front of all of them.

“Call…” he scrunched his face up in thought trying desperately to compartmentalize and create a triage of the tasks he had before him. This night had truly gone to shit.

If they called 911, there was a good chance that an unfriendly face might show up too. He wanted to talk to Andy. But, with Nicky still passed out in his arms he felt at a loss of what he should do next.

“Call Andy.” Booker said from his place on the floor beside Nicky and Joe. Beginning to gently remove the tape from around Nicky's head. Having found some scissors on top of Joe’s desk, he had decided that cutting off a little hair was the best of his limited options.

“Nicolo. Destati. Please open your eyes. Please.”

With a broken moan, Joe watched as Nicky’s eyes finally fluttered open.

“Yusuf.” Nicky answered back, bringing his newly freed hands to wipe away the tears that were streaming down Joe’s cheeks. “My head hurts.”

Then like a dam breaking he clutched at Joe around the middle, buried his face into Joe’s stomach, and began to cry in earnest while speaking quickly. A strange mixture of English, Arabic, and Italian that Booker had come to think of as Nicky and Joe’s own language.

Joe felt his heart breaking as Nicky began to apologize in between sobs. Something about the door being unlocked and his gun.

How could Nicky think any of this was his fault. He was the one who hadn’t told Nicky about the threats or been home to protect him.

But he just clutched at Nicky harder letting him cry and talk. Joe didn’t have the heart to interrupt him after having been forced into silence for the last few hours.

“Joe?” Booker asked softly.

“Andy is on her way.” Nile came to sit with them on the floor.

“He’s a cop.” Joe said looking at Keane’s dead body. Looking back to Nile, he asked, “What happened?”

“When I got up the stairs, he was shoving a gun at Nicky’s face.” Nile answered back shaking her head. “I didn’t even think. It was the only option I had.”

Nile, a family friend of Andy’s, had been temping as their secretary after recently coming home from her tour of duty as a marine. She was bright, funny, and quick witted. She had fit herself into this strange little family so easily. But, now Joe felt his heart swell with love.

“Thank you,” he choked out as more tears began running down his face hugging Nicky closer to him. He still had his face buried in Joe’s stomach, clutching at Joe as he was the only thing tethering him to reality.

“Shit, Joe. He really cold clocked you.” Nile said reaching up to get a better look at his face.

“You have some training in field medicine, yeah?” Joe asked as he let her fingers skim his face.

“A little.”

“Would you please look at Nicky?” Joe said bending down to whisper at Nicky to unwind himself from his middle.

“Come on Nicky, let Nile look at you.” Joe said as he finally got him to roll onto his back with a pained groan but with his head pillowed in Joe’s lap.

Having really been the first time to get a full view of Nicky all night, Joe soaked in the sight of the mottled bruises, dark black and blue in some places, deep purple in others. As they traveled from the top of his forehead down the length of his face and out toward his right ear and eye. Dried blood was crusted up around his ear and spots on his forehead and cheek where the skin had been split open. Then there was the blood from his split lip that came with its own set of nasty bruises.

Joe was at a loss for words. He felt a look of utter devastation flash across his face as he had to take a second to look away from the terrible scene before him.

“Joe.” Nicky said quietly below him. Pulling his eyes back down, Joe fell forward and placed his hands along both of Nicky's arms. Once more feeling a need to be tethered, Nicky returned in kind by finding his own connection to Joe’s arms.

For the first time all evening, when their eyes met, it wasn’t a look filled with despair and fear but with relief and hope.

Hissing though when he made contact, Nicky almost immediately pulled back. Lightly catching his hands, Joe saw for the first time all of the cuts, big and small, that had been made from the fight earlier.

“Nicky, what happened?”

More tears welling up in his eyes. “I broke the cat mug you made me.” A strangled half sob half laugh. “I loved that mug.”

Bringing his forehead down, Joe didn’t push Nicky on his half answer. “I’ll make you a new one. I’ll make you 100 new cat mugs.” He said back. Gently brushing his lips to Nicky, he felt wave after wave of love and relief roll off of him.

“Do you think we could be like that one day?” Joe heard Nile ask above him.

“Here, stare into my eyes lovingly for the next 24 hours. I think that will be a good start.” Booker answers back in a teasing tone.

Joe looks up at them with an unreadable look before barking out a short laugh. “You wish. Nicky and I practice staring lovingly into each other’s eyes for at least two hours everyday. You will never catch up.”

“I can bake an entire cake without ever looking away from his eyes.” Nicky mumbled on the floor, trying to move his face as little as possible as he spoke.

All of them looked down at Nicky before a small second of laughter from their little group seemed to help break apart the taut energy that was filling the air.

Still with a little half smile, Nile moves forward on her knees to get a better look at Nicky.

“Hey, Nicky. You look like you’ve seen better days.” He gave a small grunt, his eyes having fallen closed. “Will you open your eyes for me?” As he opened his eyes, she walked him through the motions of how many fingers she was holding up, tracking her finger as well as checking the reactivity of his pupils to light with her phone.

“Ok, so far so good. I’m gonna ask you a few questions now. Do you know what year it is?”

Nicky groaned before saying irritably, “2020, the year that just keeps getting worse.”

“Correct. Alright, can you tell me who the president is?”

“Nile! Please don’t make me say that terrible man’s name out loud.”

She gives a short laugh before moving on, “Fair. How about, can you tell me who your husband is?”

“Yusuf al-Kaysani.” A new voice in the room spoke out, startlingly everybody.

Looking up, Joe saw Andy standing in the doorway of his office with an expression on her face that was a combination of confused, worried, and tired. Joe also noticed a woman he had never met before had also arrived, standing just behind Andy at the door.

“Quynh?” Nile spoke out from the floor. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, we were having a very pleasant meal just a few blocks away. But….” Andy’s voice trailed off her eyes still moving and assessing her surroundings. “Why didn’t you call 911 yet?” A dead body and a hurt Nicky, something was seriously messed up about this situation.

Quynh had made her way into the room at this point before going over to look appraisingly at the body on the ground. “David Keane. He’s a dirty cop. And, one of the top errand boys for the Merrick crime family. His uncle is also the police commissioner and an old family friend of the Merrick family.” She mused as she turned back to the people behind her. Most of them staring up at her with a confused look on their faces.

“I work for the FBI. We’ve been tracking these people's movements for months now.” She answered back to their confused faces.

“So what are we supposed to do if we can’t call the cops?” Booker asked the million dollar question of the night.

“Quynh, can you call your people at the FBI? Maybe handle this as a federal investigation?” Andy bustled about going into her 'Boss' mode that Joe both loved and was terrified of as Quynh walked out of the office pulling out her phone. “What were you doing here, Joe?”

“He wanted me to destroy all of the evidence I had collected about my investigation into the dirty cops and Merrick connection. I don’t even know what they thought I had. You know what I had, there was nothing concrete or substantial. I had just finished deleting everything off my computer and was just finishing up with shredding hard copies when everything went to hell.”

Andy was using a pencil to open up the files still sitting next to the shredder. Face contemplative, “Booker, do you think you could recover whatever Joe just deleted?”

“Oh, I definitely can.”

“Nicky needs to go to a hospital.” Nile spoke, “I'm pretty sure he has a concussion.”

“Do you think you could go with Joe and Nicky to the hospital, Nile? I don’t know what exactly happened tonight, but the level of escalation that seems to have happened from dropping off pictures this morning to whatever just happened in this office makes me want a 24 protection on you two.”

“Boss, I think I should actually stick around. I am technically the one that shot him.”

“My partner Lykon is almost here. He can escort you guys to the hospital. I trust that man with my life, so, you’ll be in good hands.” Quynh said as she walked back into the office.

Everything became a blur after that for Joe as people began to arrive and move about his office. Eventually, Lykon showed up and took Joe and Nicky to the closest hospital to get both of them checked out.

Finally having their first quiet moment together all night, Joe found them sitting quietly in a private room, Lykon standing guard outside. Nicky was laying in bed dozing on and off. Joe sat in a chair off the side, both hands grasping at Nicky's bandaged hand, his forehead pressing gently against them.

Joe started as Nicky gasped awake, wild eyes moving quickly around the room.

“Hey, hey Nicolo, you’re safe.” Joe spoke as calmly as he could as he finally made eye contact with Nicky's crazed gaze. “We’re at the hospital, remember?”

Nicky closed his eyes, letting his head fall back while nodding. “I dreamed that he had shot you. That I wasn’t quick enough.” Nicky pulled in a shuddering breath.

“Sono qui,” Joe whispered into Nicky’s palm as he gently cupped it to his face.

“He grabbed your curls,” Nicky continued as he brought his other hand over to pet at the top of Joe’s head.

“He grabbed your hair too,” Joe said looking up to make meaningful eye contact with Nicky. “Do you wanna talk about what happened?”

Nicky began to shake his head no, but the movement turned into a shrug. “I don’t know if I can go back to the apartment.” He confessed, feeling slightly embarrassed when he heard the words come out of his mouth.

“Of, course, we will figure something out,” Joe agreed immediately.

“I… he…” Nicky tried to find the words to explain how the man had now made him feel terror each time he thought about his home. Their perfect small kitchen full of soft touches now made his chest feel tight with the thought of being trapped in it. Their hardwood floors, he now had intimate knowledge of what it felt like to have his face smashed into it, repeatedly. That meal he had cooked, the thought of it now making his stomach turn.

But, he could feel more tears begin falling from his eyes and knew he didn’t have the words yet to describe what had happened tonight.

“We will figure it out hayati,” Joe smiled up at Nicky. “I am just so glad you are awake. As much as I like watching you sleep...”

“Bed head?” Nicky answered back with a smile. “Joe, I love you so much.” Despite the ache in his hands, Nicky tightened his grip on Joe’s.

“I love you too,” he answered back.

For the first time all night, Joe actually felt himself relax. He wasn’t gonna say it out loud yet, but their lives were about to change in ways he didn’t have the mental capacity to imagine. But, whatever happened, there was absolutely nobody else he would want to do it with.

“So, Booker and Nile? Who saw that coming?” Nicky mumbled sleepily with a small smile on his face.

With a laugh, Joe answered back, “Did hear how she yelled at me?”

fin

Do you need an AO3 invitation? I still have some leftover

I am smitten with your art! So beautiful and their faces are so expressive

Aww, thanks, hun! I'm glad you like it :D

LOVED Nicky in this and how he essentially saved the day (kudos to Nile too but Nicky untying himself like that? UNREAL) when he was a) completely incapacitated and b) literally the most defenseless out of all of them. What a sweet ending! Thank you for writing this

You’re doing such a wonderful job with this story, having established this amazing world within such a short amount of time from the get-go. Be it Nicky’s and Joe’s relationship, their love for each other, how they live and how they earn their living, the overall characterizations. That and how you developed the story from the prompt. The built-up tension is also so captivating. I could almost feel what Nicky felt, that surreal experience having a stranger, such a threat in your home all of a sudden. I’m really in awe. It’s one of the best Nicky/Joe stories I’ve read so far.

Hi everyone! Again, these comments are unbelievably kind. I'm glad you've enjoyed it thus far! Thank you so much!

The validation has just been absolutely mind-boggling.

I've started cleaning it up and posting it on Ao3 here, for your bookmarking pleasure:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27608381/chapters/67542668

(some parts may be combined fyi)

The next few parts should be done and posted by Friday! (Preview: a little role reversal, Joe's in the ASMR hot seat) Thanks again for sticking around <3 <3 <3

(prompter again)

Heck yes! Go Nicky! I loved how you worked the fight scenes from the movie into your story and of course how much our boys love each other!

Great job! Thank you for sharing!

omg Joe in the ASMR hot seat!!! very excited! also bookmarked on ao3 too!

Thank you! The Library was a lot of fun to write. :)

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