Dear meme, I've been craving a feel-good fic where Joe loves being taken care of and spoiled and Nicky loves doing just that. It could be a 5 times fic, or for a special day, or just for no reason at all. His favorite fancy food, a vacation somewhere he really loves, gifts and compliments, his favorite sexy thing to do, if you wanna take it that way. Loved, happy, well cared-for Joe is an absolute wonder and Nicky takes genuine pleasure and pride in making that happen.
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5 times Nicky spoils Joe and one time he returns the favor
1. Joe’s never been a morning person. He hated to have to get up early and he never understood how Nicky could leave the bed voluntarily, without necessity, before six in the morning.
As long as he knew him - and in his case it was a very long time - Nicky got up early and went out for a jog. And when he was back he usually made breakfast for them.
Joe yawned and stretched his arms over himself. He looked at the alarm clock beside the bed. 9 a.m. Still pretty early but he couldn’t stay here the whole day. Of course the bed beside him was empty and he hadn’t expected anything else. But just when he sat up he heard the door to the bedroom and clattering of crockery.
“Buon giorno, amore mio,” a smiling Nicky said, carrying a tray.
“Buon giorno,” Joe said, involuntarily switching into Italian, too.
Nicky carried the tray to the bed, shooed him over and sat down beside him. He placed the tray on his lap and leaned over to kiss Joe gently on his cheek.
“Caffè?” Nicky asked but didn’t wait for an answer, he just took one of the two mugs with cappuccino and handed it to Joe.
“Grazie mille, amore,” Joe said and took a small sip while Nicky shoved a plate over to him.
“I made cornetti alla crema,” he said and pointed at a plate with said deliciously smelling pastries. They were still a little warm Joe realized when he took one.
“You made cornetti? For me?”
“No, for the local fire department. Of course I made them for you,” Nicky quipped. Joe knew that Nicky always made them from scratch and it was a lot of work. But they were awesome and Joe loved them.
“You’re spoiling me,” Joe groaned when he took the first bite. They tasted awesome, as usual. Buttery, flaky and the custard inside was sweet and simply perfect.
“Only the best for you,” Nicky smiled and watched Joe eating his pastry.
“Ti amo, habibi,” Joe said and leaned over to kiss Nicky.
Fill: Joe/Nicky, Joe getting spoiled (5+1)
Dear meme, I've been craving a feel-good fic where Joe loves being taken care of and spoiled and Nicky loves doing just that. It could be a 5 times fic, or for a special day, or just for no reason at all. His favorite fancy food, a vacation somewhere he really loves, gifts and compliments, his favorite sexy thing to do, if you wanna take it that way. Loved, happy, well cared-for Joe is an absolute wonder and Nicky takes genuine pleasure and pride in making that happen.
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5 times Nicky spoils Joe and one time he returns the favor
1.
Joe’s never been a morning person. He hated to have to get up early and he never understood how Nicky could leave the bed voluntarily, without necessity, before six in the morning.
As long as he knew him - and in his case it was a very long time - Nicky got up early and went out for a jog. And when he was back he usually made breakfast for them.
Joe yawned and stretched his arms over himself. He looked at the alarm clock beside the bed. 9 a.m. Still pretty early but he couldn’t stay here the whole day. Of course the bed beside him was empty and he hadn’t expected anything else. But just when he sat up he heard the door to the bedroom and clattering of crockery.
“Buon giorno, amore mio,” a smiling Nicky said, carrying a tray.
“Buon giorno,” Joe said, involuntarily switching into Italian, too.
Nicky carried the tray to the bed, shooed him over and sat down beside him. He placed the tray on his lap and leaned over to kiss Joe gently on his cheek.
“Caffè?” Nicky asked but didn’t wait for an answer, he just took one of the two mugs with cappuccino and handed it to Joe.
“Grazie mille, amore,” Joe said and took a small sip while Nicky shoved a plate over to him.
“I made cornetti alla crema,” he said and pointed at a plate with said deliciously smelling pastries. They were still a little warm Joe realized when he took one.
“You made cornetti? For me?”
“No, for the local fire department. Of course I made them for you,” Nicky quipped. Joe knew that Nicky always made them from scratch and it was a lot of work. But they were awesome and Joe loved them.
“You’re spoiling me,” Joe groaned when he took the first bite. They tasted awesome, as usual. Buttery, flaky and the custard inside was sweet and simply perfect.
“Only the best for you,” Nicky smiled and watched Joe eating his pastry.
“Ti amo, habibi,” Joe said and leaned over to kiss Nicky.
“Ti amo.”