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Damn, this is so good it’s unreal.
I love Andy’s POV here.

Andy could kill them both. She needs to listen! Every second they spend here, Nicky gets taken further away. She has to focus.

<3

Prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/4108.html?thread=1453580#cmt1453580

Fill: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28052394

Aww, that was really sweet :D

Amazing!

Oh this was excellent. thank you for sharing anon, and I hope your cramps have eased.

*rockets off into the sun while screaming*

I LOVE THIS.

Good morning to me! Woooow, this was hot and extremely well pulled-off. Thank you!

I need my friends to date someone like Nicky so I can get some good food.

This was a nice read. Thanks for sharing.

This was HAWT

OP: OMG i love this so much! i love the different letter fragments and the different styles, the mixture of formal and intimate notes (and receipts!!) and laws. it was so much fun! such a good way to see everything unfold. i love them! and boo to nicky's family. they are much better together. <333

Ahhh!! I loooove kinky immortal husbands more than I can say, and this is so hot and sweet and funny I about combusted! Love Nile’s POV, and kinky officially medically licensed Nicky launched me into space. Thank you for this!

Author here--thank you!! I'm so glad you enjoyed the fic even if it didn't seem like your cup of tea at first. :) I loved reading your questions! I think Booker would eventually tell her, but—in classic Booker fashion—I don't see him telling her until it's almost too late. Once he returns from exile, I picture the two of them cultivating a friendship that slowly turns into something more... And it's only when they're well on their way to having sex for the "first" time that he finally blurts out what happened. The guilt's been eating him up, but I don't think it would ruin things. I think he would expect it to, expects her to be furious and walk out, but considering just how well their first time went for Nile, I think she'd feel more relieved than betrayed. She never thought she'd have that perfect experience again, but here he is, and they can potentially spend eternity together.

Often I lean towards a sad ending, but with these two? I'm all about that fulfillment! :)

For this prompt (https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/5880.html?thread=1965304#cmt1965304)

"Nicky’s excellent vision? Joe’s talkative exuberance? They’re a Sentinel AU waiting to happen."

"Copley says the guy is nuts," Nile says gloomily. "No electronics in the whole building."

"That's not a problem," Andy says and Joe hums agreement.

"We need to hear what's happening in that meeting, though."

"We will," Andy turns to look at Nicky. "Right?"

"Right, boss," Nicky ducks his head. Joe rubs a hand along his thigh. They're not usually so touchy-feely but Nile doesn't think Nicky's been more than a couple of feet from Joe since they made it into the city. She's thinking it must be some sort of anniversary because Joe's...well, Joe's hovering. There's no other word for it. He cooked breakfast this morning while Nicky sat at the table and stared into space instead of gently heckling Joe out of his way so he could cook. Nicky hadn't even commented when Joe burnt the eggs. Joe'd followed Nicky into the shower when Nicky's shower stretched past the usual five minutes. Nicky's been quiet. Distracted. Joe keeps talking to him every time Nicky goes quiet. Nile doesn't know what he's saying anymore. Joe stopped using Arabic two days ago. They even slept funny last night; Joe on his back with Nicky's head pillowed on his chest and Joe's fingers in his hair.

"We don't need admissible evidence," Andy says when the silence draws out a little too long.

"We're not going to be able to get into the house either!" Nile argues.

"We don't need to," Andy says. She's still looking at Nicky who hasn't looked up. Joe leans in and Nicky jolts a little, blinking rapidly. Andy reaches out but she pauses, hand just short of actually touching Nicky until he looks up. He nods slightly and Andy strokes a hand through his hair. It's oddly gentle.

Nile watches all this but she doesn't say anything. Not yet. There's something here she's missing. She's not stupid. She's curious but mostly, Nile wants Nicky to stop being so withdrawn. He's always quiet but usually it's warm. Nile's mom was the same way; never pushing you to talk but always happy to listen. Nile's not used to Nicky not seeing her when he looks at her.

Andy's not hovering as much as Joe but Nile's pretty sure that's because Joe is taking up all the space around Nicky right now. She keeps looking around at Nicky like he might disappear if she doesn't keep an eye on him. It's almost laughable; Nicky's the most reliable one.

"We have some time, eh boss?" Joe says too-brightly.

"Meeting's at nine," Andy confirms.

"There's a park near here," Joe says to Nicky who blinks slowly at him. "Then we can rest back at the apartment."

Nicky shivers slightly and Joe looks up at Andy for a second.

"We'll grab the supplies," Andy tugs Nicky's hair super-gently. "We'll go as soon as we have the info."

Joe smiles gratefully at her before he turns his attention back to Nicky, murmuring in whatever language that is. Andy catches Nile's eye and nods towards the door. Nile goes, taking one last look over her shoulder. Andy follows her out and leads the way down the stairs.

"What language is that?" Nile asks.

"Does it count as a language if there are only two speakers?" Andy asks right back. Her smile is fond.

"Bullshit you can't speak it," Nile snorts.

"I don't," Andy says. "It took us decades to find them. They already had their own language."

"You had like a thousand years to learn it," Nile argues.

"I never did," Andy slants her an amused look. "It's theirs. It doesn't make sense unless you're Joe or Nicky."

Nile glares at her and Andy smiles.

"It's a mix of the languages of the day," she says as they go out onto the streets. "Ligurian, Occitian, Arabic, Greek and some Latin."

"Huh," Nile thinks about that for a block or so. "So, what's up with Nicky?"

"He's not sleeping," Andy says. "We'll get the info and get out of here and he'll be fine."

Nile wants to push but Andy's clearly done talking about this. She's learning to pick her battles. Andy doesn't want to talk about this and all Nile will achieve is both of them in a bad mood. She's got time. She can wait. It's clearly not an immediate problem so she's gonna wait.

Joe and Nicky aren't in the apartment when they get back but they show up just as Andy's loading the car. Nicky's wearing the long-sleeved hoodie with his hood drawn up under his vest and he does smile at Nile without ever really focusing on her. Joe is standing right there and he keeps a hand on Nicky the whole time. His smile is strained. They take the back seat. When Nile looks over her shoulder, Nicky's head is bowed with his eyes closed. Joe's checking the weapons that they're bringing, knee pressed into Nicky's. Nicky doesn't look up the whole way to their target.

He gets out of the car and falls in behind Joe as Andy leads them up a small hill. The golf course overlooks the house where the target's waiting for his business partners. Nile can see the target, sitting at a dinner table with a single lightbulb shining overhead, through her binoculars.

"Brighter than I'd like," Joe murmurs. "Close your eyes, my love."

Andy looks at him and Nile catches a fleeting gleam of teeth as Joe smiles. "We can't take all night."

"We won't," Joe says calmly and hunkers down beside Nicky who has his eyes closed and is breathing slow and steady. "There's a tree by the window, hayati. It's bare but the wind is making it creak."

Nile stares over at Andy who is hunkered down on Joe's other side. Andy puts her finger to her lips. Nile crouches there, listening to Joe talk softly to Nicky about the tree and the room.

"Buzzing..." Nicky breathes.

"The bulb," Joe says. "You have it, my heart."

Nicky hums, tilting his head. Joe goes quiet and Andy takes a look through her binoculars.

"Four," Nicky says softly. "And the man who is sitting."

Nile looks through her own binoculars just in time to see four men come through the door. She looks back at Nicky who still has his head down, eyes closed.

"Hungarian," Nicky says next and he starts talking rapidly in Hungarian. The cadence is off; it sounds like he's repeating someone else's words. Joe has pulled a notebook out of one of his pockets and is scribbling away. He doesn't look at the page. He keeps his eyes on Nicky who is tilting his head and frowning. The words sound angry now though Nicky never raises his voice.

Joe scribbles a couple of very emphatic words before he glances left at Andy who nods. Nicky stutters and they both snap around to look at him. Nicky paws at his nose with his sleeve. "I smell...oil and—and powder..?"

Nile sees Joe's eyes go wide and he drops his notebook to reach for Nicky. Two gunshots ring out and Nile ducks. There's a few seconds of panic before she realizes the shots weren't meant for them. She gets her binoculars to her eyes in time to see the target being tackled by two of his guests. There's one man pushing chairs out of the way. She can't see the fourth guest but she doesn't need to.

She turns back to find Nicky in Joe's arms, Joe wrapped around him like an octopus. Nicky's making this awful high-pitched sound that Nile can barely hear. Joe has one hand over his ear and he's talking in a low, insistent tone.

"Let go," he urges. "Come back. Listen to me. Only to me, my love. I am a jealous man. Hear me, beloved. Only me."

It takes a minute, that takes forever, but Nicky's hand comes up to clutch at Joe's arm. Joe relaxes immediately, the hand over Nicky's ear lifting to stroke through his hair. Nicky slurs something that might be Italian and Joe presses a kiss to his head.

"Take your time," he says. "Focus on me, habibi."

Nicky looks like shit but he manages to struggle loose enough to kiss Joe. Andy must have been waiting for that because she tucks Joe's notebook into her jacket and waves them back towards the treeline. Nile falls in behind Joe who is half-supporting Nicky who is struggling to stay on his feet. Joe keeps an arm around him, whispering in his ear and Nicky staggers valiantly onwards.

Nile gets the back door for them, not surprised when Joe pulls Nicky into his lap. Nicky's face is still creased with pain and he burrows closer to Joe when Nile closes the door. Nile gets into the passenger seat, looking back at the two men until Andy's door closes and the interior light goes dark. She looks over at Andy who is watching them in the rearview mirror even as she floors it. Andy catches Nile's expression and her teeth flash in smile.

"What the fuck?" Nile hisses.

"Nicky Panoptes," Andy says fondly. "It was rare even back in my day. I don't think your time even has a word for it."

"Sentinel, boss," Joe calls from the back seat.

"E guida," Nicky rasps and Nile sees the besotted smile Joe turns on him. "Sentinel and Guide. Insieme."

"Always together, my heart," Joe murmurs and bends to kiss him.

Nile looks at Andy expectantly. Andy rolls her eyes. "It's rare, like I said. Dates back to when humanity wasn't exactly top of the food-chain—"

Sentinel AU!!!! this is so goooood!! Ugh I love how soft Joe is here tho caring for nicky, TY for writing!!

This was so good! I don't know anthing about Sentinel (just made a quick search on tv tropes) but this was so soft and the way Nicky and Joe interacted was beautiful, thanks!! <3

Prompt OP here.

Oh my gosh, this is wonderful! I love the outside POV and how Andy is kind of both inside and outside the situation too. Joe is such a sweet and caring guide, and Nicky’s exhaustion was palpable.

Thank you so much for writing this. It’s better than I ever could have hoped.

Wonderful!

Oh god, I need more of this!!

This prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/7005.html?thread=2459229#cmt2459229

Joe and Nicky get taken by a group a group of white supremacists. (They aren't the first couple to be taken, this group is organised and has done this before.)

When Joe recovers from being knocked out, he's tied to a chair, and Nicky is tied over a table, naked, also just coming back to consciousness.

There's a camera blinking in the corner, next to a laptop, and one of the racists stepped into view, wearing a hood. He starts talking about how they found another 'race traitor' and how 'this one is even worse, because he's a cocksucker, as well'. The racists goes on to say that he hopes their viewers enjoy this, because he's sure the race traitor won't.

The group then brutally rape Nicky, getting it all on camera. The problem is, it's a live stream, not something that is being recorded to upload later. Joe realises this when one of the group comments that they're starting to get suggestions from the viewers. (Things like 'double stuff the cocksucker.')

It means they have to be careful to make sure nothing is caught by the camera, which means they can't do anything until it's over.

Nicky gets brutally used, but tries not to fight back, in case they escalate and him healing is caught on camera.

Once the camera is turned off, though, Joe and Nicky get free and kill the entire group.

If smut with Joe/Nicky, then top!Joe only, please.

+10 If afterwards, Joe and Nicky go to Copley, and ask him to try and track down who was watching, so they can take those people out as well

Fill here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28138869

beautiful!

On AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28146291

~~

"Andy's gone home for the night." Nicky knocks on Joe's desk as he passes it on the way to pull on his own jacket. "She's asking if you're okay to schedule one more tweet for tomorrow with the gif she signed off earlier?"

Joe glares at him over the top of his screen. "Is that what she said."

Nicky keeps his face carefully neutral. If he grins now he might as well admit defeat. "Yes?"

Joe's eyebrows lazily crawl up his forehead "She said I should use the-" and he mimics Nicky's pronunciation with a soft g, " -jif ?"

"Yes. Is there a problem with it, do you need me to call her back?"

The truth is, of course, that Andy has said no such thing. Or rather, Nicky overheard her asking Joe to schedule some tweets earlier, which he knows Joe has already done. Joe knows that Nicky knows this of course, because the office they share is the size of a shoebox. And with Andy gone they're the last ones there.

"No, there's no problem with the gif for tomorrow's tweet." Joe scowls, and closes his laptop. Lets the hard g at the beginning of the word hang in the room. "I just find it hard to believe that Andy would pronounce it like that. Because Andy tends to be right about things, and that pronunciation is not."

Nicky turns away as he fiddles with his scarf because he really can't keep a smile from his face now. "What? Jif ?"

"Right, that's it." Joe gets up and stalks over to where Nicky is standing next to the coat stand, reaching for his jacket. His hand is right next to Nicky's face, and he's not taking it away.

"That's what?"

Joe is really very… close all of a sudden. And he's just cut off Nicky’s way to the door.

"The last straw. You know it's not pronounced that way."

"Well, what do you want to do about it?" Nicky swallows.

Joe leans in to whisper in his ear, his beard tickling Nicky's throat, and Nicky needs to concentrate not to shiver. "I don't think what I want to do about it would be appropriate for a workplace environment."

Nicky raises an eyebrow. "Do you want to take this outside?"

"No."

Joe growls when Nicky leans in to kiss him, wastes no time slipping his tongue into his mouth. It shouldn’t be as hot as it is, being kissed by your coworker over the most inconsequential argument ever, but if Nicky is honest with himself, it never was about that anyway.

Joe presses him against the wall next to the coat stand, and Nicky's arches into him, for some reason going from zero to a hundred without barely any preamble at all. Nicky's coat ends up on the floor in seconds, followed by his scarf, then Joe's shirt.

He moans into Joe's mouth, shameless in a way that only a dry spell lasting months and months can bring on. It's not really a surprise when they end up fucking where they stand, bringing each other off with their hands as they pant into each other's mouths.

This is how it starts.

*

Although technically, it starts two months before that. Andy hires both of them for her start-up, and their first days end up being on the same date.

"Joe, this is Nicky," Andy introduces them, "I know I said I was looking for a replacement for Lykon when I was interviewing both of you, but we've just had some grant money come through and it looks like things are about to get busy."

Joe applied for the job because he was both bored and micromanaged at his last one,

so busy sounds perfect to him.

“You both have pretty complementary skill sets, so I think this should work out nicely,” Andy continues, “How about we go get coffee so we can discuss priorities for the week and you can get to know each other a bit better?”

The job advertised was basically that of a right hand man, but Joe doesn’t mind that he’s going to be sharing that job if it means he can do more of the things he likes doing and is good at at the same time. He only hopes Nicky sees this the same way. Start-ups can attract all sorts of characters, and not all of them pleasant.

But Nicky and the small smile he gives him as he holds open the door for Joe seem nice enough. And his eyes. And his shoulders. And the wide, wide hands holding the door. If Andy had told him that the only other employees were Nicky, and from time to time her wife Quynh before she hired him, he’d probably have asked if she was running an undercover modelling agency. There was no other explanation for the density of attractive people in a basement flat doubling as an office.

But even with Joe’s more or less instant attraction to the man, Joe and Nicky get along for exactly the five minutes it takes them to go to the nearest coffee shop. Then Joe orders a vanilla latte with soya milk and cream on top, and hears Nicky make a disgusted sound behind him.

“Not a fan of coffee shop coffee?” Joe asks.

Nicky gives him an indignant look. “That. Is not coffee.”

It sort of goes downhill from there. It’s not that Nicky and Joe don’t see eye to eye on anything at all. Arguably, they do on all the most important things: What needs to be prioritised for Andy’s business for the next couple of months, who should take over which projects and and how they might set up their office. Andy was right in thinking that Joe’s skills - creative planning - and Nicky’s - interpersonal and analytical - were a great match for the role. It’s more that they absolutely do not seem to be able to have a casual conversation without running into a disagreement about some minor issue.

By the time their first day at work is nearly over, they're arguing over the right way to load paper into a printer when Andy walks in on them.

"Brilliant," she says to their surprise when they stop to stare at her, caught red-handed, "I was worried I'd have to run one of these companies where everyone pretends to be family. Carry on."

She wanders back out of their office, smiling.

They do.

*

It sort of becomes a thing after the gif incident, as Nicky likes to think of it. What the thing is, exactly, he can't quite say - an office romance? hate sex with an insufferable colleague? co-workers with benefits? No, that sounds too much like something you'd find on the "Come Work With Us" section of their website. The only thing he knows is that it gets easier and easier to rile Joe up.

One day he comes back from a terrible investor meeting with Andy and Quynh - well, he comes back, Andy and Quynh have gone straight to the nearest bar - and says, still standing in the doorway: "I hate Julia Roberts films."

He's not even sure Joe has a strong opinion on nineties rom-coms, but either way, the fifteen minutes Joe spends blowing his brains out under his desk are entirely worth it.

Most days, Nicky doesn’t think about it. Or that’s not quite true, he thinks about it all the time , but he’s not too concerned about what exactly it is they are doing. Who cares what they are to each other as long as they’re both enjoying themselves? Not him.

On one memorable occasion, Nicky changes the music in their office to Nickelback in the middle of the day. Joe's reaction is instantaneous, even if it's just some flared nostrils over the top of his laptop. He ignores it though, otherwise. So Nicky decides to have a little fun with it and adjusts the volume incrementally until it is impossible to ignore. Joe just exhales through his nose, very slowly, and sets his foot down under their desks right next to Nicky's. Presses in, and up, just a-

"Nicky, I know this is your idea of a pun, but if you don't turn that garbage down I'm going to send you home for the rest of the day!" Andy marches into their office, glowering.

Nicky grins. "Sure, boss. Sorry."

"Get me a coffee and it's forgotten."

Nicky nods and gets up to reach for his scarf. "Can I get you something?" he asks Joe.

And Joe smiles.

Nicky thought having to buy the frothy pink concoction that Joe has the audacity to call coffee would be payback enough, but he's also not surprised when Joe's hand closes around his wrist before he can leave at the end of the day.

" Nickelback ," Joe says, "Really?"

One of them must have made the conscious decision to keep condoms and lube in the office at some point, which makes Nicky think that really, there should be a name for this thing, but then. Is he going to complain about getting fucked over his desk until he comes so hard he's basically incoherent? Of course not. That was the entire point of the exercise.

The next day, Joe offers to get him something from his lunch place, in “return for the Frappuccino.” Nicky thinks about informing him that he’s willing to call it quits on the basis of the fact that he still can’t quite walk straight, but his stomach growls before he can say anything.

“Where are you going?” he asks.

“Oh, I was just going to grab something from Jeon’s Kitchen. Have you been? You should go, it’s the best place to eat in Soho by a long shot.”

Nicky raises an eyebrow at Joe. “I doubt it’s better than Yeni’s.”

Joe stops in the doorway. “Can you really compare Korean and Mediterranean cuisine?”

“I don’t know.” Nicky shrugs. “You were the one who said Jeon’s Kitchen was the best place to eat in Soho.”

“And I stand by it.”

“Well, then you’re wrong. Again.” Nicky smiles at Joe, trying not to lick his teeth like a lazy cat that got the cream yet again, even though that is how he feels. He expects Joe to scowl at him, but instead he looks pensive, just knocking against the door frame, once, twice.

“You know what?” he says after a beat, “Why don’t I just get us some sandwiches for lunch, and we go to Yeni’s for dinner today and to Jeon’s tomorrow? Then we can decide objectively, for once.”

"What, like a date?" Nicky asks before he can stop himself, but Joe is already smiling.

"Yes, like a date."

And that pretty much gives it a name.

Booker joins their team half a year later.

Joe is happy about this development for multiple reasons: One, because he’s been getting a little busier than he anticipated being when Andy hired him, and the extra pair of hands is a welcome reprieve on his (and Nicky’s) evenings. And two, because Booker is good fun and they hit it off immediately. If that means that now two of Joe’s main social contacts are people he also works with, so be it. As long as Andy doesn’t find out.

He only feels bad for Booker because instead of his own office, he just gets a desk tacked to the end of Joe and Nicky’s, which means he has a front seat to every single one of their ‘arguments’. They haven’t really said anything about the fact that they are seeing each other, but if Booker notices them playing footsie while discussing the relative merits of white grapes over red ones, he doesn’t say anything about it. So Joe figures they got the whole thing pretty much under wraps. Even though he misses lunchtime blowjobs.

The only near slip-up occurs during a monthly team meeting Andy insists on. Joe is catching the others up about how well his various social media strategies have been faring and is about to hand over to Nicky, when Booker points at his screen and asks: “Did you make that gif yourself?”

Joe meets Nicky’s eyes over the conference table. Nicky raises his eyebrows.

“Oh, come on,” Andy says.

Booker pronounces gif like jif as well.

“What?”

“It’s not pronounced jif ,” Andy says, “It’s clearly gif, with a hard g, that’s how the English language works.”

“Well, I’m French, and I can pronounce it how I want.”

“Yeah,” Nicky chimes in, “also, it’s not exactly how English works. Or how do you pronounce Gibraltar, or ginger, or giraffe?”

“Well actually,” Joe says, because he’s been dating Nicky for half a year at this point, he knows when he can get away with a well actually, “that’s an unfair comparison because none of those words are acronyms. Gif stands for Graphics Interchange Format, so it has a hard g. Or do you say jraphics as well?”

“That… doesn’t sound right,” Booker says, “If you pronounce it as an acronym it becomes a new word. If the components were so important you could just say G-I-F.”

“And also,” Nicky starts, and Joe knows what’s coming, the trump card, because at this point, they’ve had this argument more times than he can count. It’s strangely effective foreplay - what can he say, he’s a sentimental man - and so Joe almost wishes he wouldn’t. He still has work to do after this, work that’s much easier to do if he has most of his blood in his head. “Steve Wilhite said it was pronounced jif , so we should take his word for it.”

Booker frowns. “Who’s Steve Wilhite?”

“The guy who created gifs.” Nicky smiles innocently, and Joe has to suppress a groan for more than one reason. It’s not like they can sneak off to the bathroom to have a quickie anymore. Booker would definitely notice that.

“Oh-kay.” Booker looks at Andy for help, who only rolls her eyes.

“They’ve had this argument many times. Shall we get back to business?”

Joe nods, nudges Nicky to pick up where they left off, and then tries (and fails) not to look at his lips while he goes over the sales projections.

“We need to stop having sex at work,” Joe says later that evening. He left the office a little after Nicky - it was much easier to get things done once he didn’t have to look at the man every time he looked up from his laptop - then showed up at his flat, where Nicky was waiting with dinner.

“Okay?” Nicky says, and Joe can hear the frown in his voice. Which is fair, he supposes, given that he already has two fingers inside Joe. “But right now we are having sex here, in my bed? Which is not work, I hope, unless you need to tell me something?”

Joe smiles, and leans up to kiss Nicky, slow and deep, as an apology. He knows it’s been accepted when Nicky twists his fingers just so , and Joe gasps into his mouth.

“It’s just-- ngh--” Joe forces himself to exhale, relax, as Nicky pushes in, “--it’s so hot when you do that, you know.”

“Do what?” Nicky’s going slowly, inch by torturous inch, and it’s all Joe can do to just hold on to Nicky’s shoulders and not completely lose his train of thought.

“Argue about completely mindless things, even when you know you’re wrong. I shouldn’t find it so attractive, it drives me mad to be honest, but I just--” He shivers when Nicky’s finally buried up to the hilt and begins rocking in the slowest, smallest circles, just about brushing Joe’s prostate every time. It drives Joe wild, and Nicky knows, and Joe knows that Nicky knows, and that, if anything, is even hotter than the whole contrarian thing. “I can’t concentrate on anything when you do it, I think about all the times we did it in the office just because of your terrible, terrible opinions, and it makes it really, really hard to work.”

He has to repeat some of his words because Nicky has picked up the pace and is now fucking him into the mattress with intent.

“But you’re not at work now,” Nicky whispers into Joe’s ear, “Or do you need me to remind you?”

Joe’s usually mouthy in bed, which he likes to think does it for Nicky too, but there always comes a point when Nicky's endless patience wears thin. Now, he reaches under Joe's knee and pushes up his leg until he is completely spread open under Nicky, and every thrust strikes true. Like this, all Joe can do is nod.

"Ohhh, Nicky, yes, Nicky, yes there, there-" and he comes in hot stripes all over his belly. Joe slides his hands into Nicky's hair and looks up at him with glassy eyes until he can feel Nicky stutter to a halt, thrust in once, twice and come deep inside him.

Nicky rests his forehead on Joe's as they catch their breaths, both of their eyes already drooping shut. By the time they've cleaned up and are curled around each other under the covers, Joe is half asleep. He's never told Nicky this, but it is his favourite time of the evening every time he stays over.

"You know what would make it easier not to have sex at work?" Nicky is absentmindedly stroking the back of Joe's fingers that are splayed wide over his sternum.

"Hmm?"

"If we knew we'd always be able to have sex at home, anyway. Would be more comfortable than the bathroom, too."

Joe laughs, noses along Nicky's neck as his grip around him tightens. "Is this your way of asking me to move in with you, Nicolò di Genova?"

"Doesn't have to be you moving here ," Nicky says, and Joe feels him shrug against his chest, "But, yeah. Might be nice."

"It would," Joe says into Nicky's neck, and he doesn't think he imagines the fingers tightening around his own. Just before he slips off to sleep, he mumbles: "I'd have to update my address with HR, though."

Nicky sighs. "We don’t have HR."

Joe smiles so widely it nearly hurts. Nicky's not the only one who can make terrible jokes.

*

They do get a HR person when Andy hires Nile about a year after they started sleeping with each other. She's younger than the rest of them, and so bright it's almost a little scary, but when she makes Andy smile within 30 minutes of showing up at the office, Nicky knows that she is going to do brilliantly.

Andy calls him over to walk Nile through the payroll system, and Nicky shoots Joe a small smile before he goes to join them.

"We'll do a proper lunch where you can get to know everyone later, but for now, Nicky here is the one who’s going to train you up and help you get settled, and the other two idiots over there are Joe and Booker." The two of them stop to wave at Nile with varying degrees of enthusiasm when Andy mentions their names, and Nicky stifles a laugh. "If they give you any grief, feel free to pop into my office or give Quynh a call."

"Sounds good," Nile says. She’s nonchalantly eyeing the payroll database, but there's a mischievous grin on her face when she asks: "So, is it gonna be mandatory that I start going out with Booker, or will I be allowed to be single?"

"What?" Andy frowns.

"Well, you're married to Quynh, and then there's Joe and Nicky, so I figured-"

"Oh, don't worry, Nile, Joe and Nicky aren't a couple, they just fight like one, so watch out for that" Andy says, and Booker nearly chokes on his cappuccino at the other end of the office.

"Boss, iif you think this is a normal amount of sex to be having between colleagues we need to talk about my objectives," he says, but he's clearly enjoying this.

"You knew?" Joe is actually blushing when Booker starts to laugh. It looks cute on him.

"Oh please, " Booker says, "I've been sharing an office with you for nearly a year, and it's taken the new girl about half an hour to figure it out. Let's just say you are not subtle."

Nicky shares a sheepish grin with Joe. Or, he tries to share a sheepish grin with Joe. He’s pretty sure he’s full on beaming at him. It’s getting harder and harder not to do that every time Joe looks at him.

"Yeah," Nile says, "the fact there are only three addresses listed on the payroll system is a bit of a giveaway, too."

She winks at Nicky, and he smiles. They have been ridiculous for so long, it'll be nice to stop sneaking about. Nicky continues showing Nile the payroll system and ignores Andy who is sitting haplessly next to them until Quynh shows up with a coffee and a muffin as a welcome treat for Nile.

"My heart," Andy says to Quynh, "when did this happen?"

She's gesturing to where Nile is laughing at one of Nicky's jokes and Joe and Booker are trying to best each other throwing paper balls into the bin.

"When did what happen?" Quynh looks perplexed.

Andy sighs, but it's half-hearted. "Looks like I am running a company where everyone pretends to be family after all."

They all share a look with each other, and then they laugh as Andy lets her forehead sink onto the table, Quynh stroking comforting patterns in her back.

Nicky thinks about the ring he's currently keeping hiding in his desk drawer, but it isn't time to drop that particular bomb shell on Andy quite yet.

Joe has to say yes first. Which he undoubtedly will, when he hears how Nicky is planning to pronounce the word engagement.

One way or another, that is.

*happy screechy noises*

OMG this is fun and sweet and sexy and I laughed so hard. Poor Andy!

Ohhhh I wanted to see this filled TY FOR DOING SO I love the whump!

this is it. this is the peak modern AU relationship dynamic for these two. I love it.

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