I'm going to be honest, I haven't edited this for errors. It took me 4 days to write and got way out of control and I wanted to post it to feel some sort of accomplishment lol so I'll edit errors out when it goes on AO3.
The part with the OMC got way out of hand, it's literally the first 3k so if you're wanting to skip just start reading at "Nicky takes the long road home". ********
It's the laughter that draws his attention. Boisterous and sincere, this person was genuinely having a good time. More often than not when Nicky saw laughter in a bar it was artificial and tense - put on for the benefit of others, or to hide insecurities, or to convince themselves that they were where they wanted to be. This was free and inhibited laughter and it drew his eyes to a dark haired fair skinned man sitting with his back against the wall, holding his stomach in his mirth. He had sharp nose and cheekbones, an angular jaw covered with a dusting of dark hair, and hooded brown eyes or maybe hazel darkend by the poor lighting. He was handsome and Nicolò found himself staring without meaning to. He had a great smile, one that reached his eyes and caused familiar fine lines. Like his Yusuf.
That wasn't something that he's done before, picked a man that reminded him of his husband. There was no bother because there was no comparison. If he ever tried he was sure he would leave empty handed so the thought caught him by surprise. Now he finds himself unable to look away because his curiosity had been sparked. He wanted to know if there were any other familiarities to the love of his life that he might find within this stranger. Not that this stranger guarranteed a fruitful night, but he needed this sated before furthering with his plans.
As if feeling the weight of his stare, the man turned and their eyes met. Nicolò had long ago given up feeling shame - knowing well the true meaning of it, so he continued on his gazing and then they were locked in a battle of wills. He was well on his way to victory when the stranger wigled his brows and the surprise of it made Nicky narrow his gaze which caused him to blink. His competitor grinned, wide and victorious and Nicky acknowledged his defeat by glancing away. When he turned back the stranger had risen up and was walking towards him. It looked like he would not have to look further after all.
“I couldn’t help notice you’re vying for my attention” The handsome stranger spoke once he reached him and settled into the empty stool, “Now that you have it, what should we do next?” He finishes with a wide grin and Nicky noted that his eyes were indeed warm brown. “I’m married” Nicky says because it was the first thing that came to mind. The stranger’s approach held the aura of self-assuredness. His posture wide, open, and strong spoke of confidence that wasn’t easily deterred. The sort that liked a challenge. He was on most days a great judge of character.
“Ah. Shame.” The stranger says but doesn’t sound the least bit affected, “Is your fella around?” He continued on, a brow raised in question and Nicky gave a small smile in return. “No.” He says insistent to convey the purpose of his outing and negate unnecessary information. “Well then” The dark haired man half-turns to face the counter and signals for the bartender, “I’ll buy you a drink on his behalf” and flashed Nicolò another blinding smile. It was the smile of a man who knows he is a sight to behold. It’s cocky, brazen, and charming. He usually didn’t get this far in his pursuits. He’s never allowed himself to be charmed before.
“I would like that” Nicky answers honestly and finds himself not dreading the awkward small talk that usually accompanied casual sex.
*
His name was Cillian Bowe, he was thirty-three, an architect, and he’d just secured a deal for his firm that guaranteed him partner and would make him the most hated man in the building for the next ten years. He hadn’t seen the outside of his office in eight weeks and he came out to get so inebriated that he wakes up naked on a different continent.
Nicky had chuckled and said “I can help with one of those” and then been bodily dragged into a bathroom stall clearly not designed to fit two adult men. It was the last thing on his mind when Cillian licked his palm and wrapped nimble fingers around his cock taking him from half-mast to fully hard with a few quick strokes. There were also fingers in his hair, holding his head steady as they kissed deep and Cillian licked into every corner of his mouth, rubbing against his palate and curling around his tongue. It was a good kiss plus he had very skilled hands and it made Nicky eager to get to the next part.
He reaches down to undo the other’s belt and get his pants open when Cillian pulls back from their kiss with mischievous eyes and a pleased smirk. “Does your husband know you’re this easy?” He whispers close enough that their lips brush together. “I wouldn’t advise telling him” Nicolò counters not missing a beat and getting his hand around the heavy hard length of him to relieve him of the briefs. He also had a beautiful cock, Nicolò thought. There’s no comparison to Yusuf, but he can appreciate it.
“Well that’s too bad” Cillian says with laughter in his tone as his fingers circles the sensitive crown of Nicky’s cock and pulls a whine from his throat, “I’m great at conversation” He grins thumb pressing into the slit and gathering pre-come to ease the short and fast strokes centered at the head of him.
“Unh…” Nicky’s eyes closed as he moans and his body arches off the metal stall and into Cillian’s delicious torture. He was weak for oversensitive play and began steadily leaking which Cillian would gather in the upstroke to make the slide wetter and messier. His hands really were very skilled. Nicolò’s on the other hand had become a resting touch, unable to coordinate movement with the pleasure working through him. He felt as if he was going to come already as heat pooled rapidly in his groin and his stomach muscles tighten. Then all at once it was gone and he was pushed back from the ledge. His eyes snapped open with a groan of displeasure and Cillian was kissing him again. Sucking at his lower lip and thrusting his tongue into his mouth. Fingers grazed against his cock before wrapping at the base with a tight squeeze and Nicolò grunted into his mouth and pulled away.
He’s thinking of how he’s never felt this desperate except with Yusuf when Cillian’s words comes back to him. He’s out of breath when he speaks “Is that all you’re planning to do?” voice hoarse and eyes darkened with lust, “Conversation?” Cillian grins, releasing his hold and stepping back to turn Nicky around, “It’s called foreplay love” He says bunching the shirt up around the other man’s abdomen as Nicky braces his forearms and head against the stall. “Does he need a lesson?” Cillian whispers pressing against him and sliding his hands up and down his flank.
“You’re very talkative” Nicky answers in lieu of taking the bait. There wasn’t usually this much chatter between him and the men he allowed to drag him into tiny bathroom stalls. With a normal tryst he’d be full by now. “It’s part of the charm” Cillian quips back, a hand coming around his torso to pluck at his nipples and the other sliding into the back of his jeans.
Fingers roam against his buttocks, slides in between his crack with back and forth strokes against his rim and Nicolò pushes back against it and tilts forward hoping for penetration. “Why the hurry?” Cillian whispers at his ear and purposely avoids pressure against the puckered hole. “Bar hook ups are supposed to be quick and efficient” Nicolò bites out a bit frustrated in his need and lack of release or satisfaction. “I’m celebrating” Cillian responds unbothered by the change of tone, “I’m allowed to savor my prize” his fingers dipped into the rim with the next stroke and pulls away when Nicky pushes back again with a soft moan. He’s climbing from a bit frustrated to ‘I have taken more lives than you could imagine’ as the seconds tick on. “I have a date” Nicky says breathless from the teasing and Cillian stops in his ministrations to pulls his pants down to upper thighs and expose his ass, “Ah. Well. Why didn’t you say so?” He retorts through a smile and rubs flat palms against the round flesh, groping and kneading top to bottom.
Nicky was starting to feel as though he really might snap when the other man parts his cheeks and presses his thumb against the puckered hole. He’s unable to hold the push back into the touch and Cillian meets his force and inserts the digit to the first knuckle. It’s dry but it’s good and Nicky groans deep and low seeking more of the touch. “This is deadly”, Cillian says digging his thumb in deeper but not being able to get much further pass the first knuckle “Anyone tell you you’ve got a perfect ass?” He tugs on the rim from the inside and continues grinding his finger in, “It’s fucking tight” Cillian mumbles more to himself than Nicky and works the digit out. “It’s been said” Nicky responded catching his breath as the other dug in his pockets for a packet of lube and a condom.
“By your date?” Cillian asks smirk in his tone and Nicky turns his head to watch the other man apply the lube on his fingers when he replies, “Yes”. Cillian hums and holds his cheeks apart again to rub fingers along his rim with gentle pushes. “Guess this means I won’t be getting one than?” He asks slipping the tip of his index in and not going any further. “Not if I kill you in the next few minutes” Nicky answers, frustration returning with the other man’s teasing. Cillian laughs genuinely amused and pushes in.
The digit sinks into him and Nicolò groans ass pushing back and feet shuffling further apart. ‘Finally’ he thinks letting more of his weight onto his forearms and hears a low chuckle behind him, “Good things come to those who wait darling” Cillian replies and Nicky realizes he had spoken aloud. “You’re not making a good case for staying alive” he forces out with short breaths to cover his blunder, and Cillian responds with sliding the digit out to the tip and then back again until he has set a slow pace. “Mmm... Silly me” Cillian says and inserts another finger, providing a better stretch that makes him moans but continues the same ‘not enough’ pace. Nicky wants to tell him to hurry up but knows he would be wasting his breath so he grinds his hips back instead and bites back his sounds at the knuckles twisting against his rim and the digits spreading apart inside him.
“Ready for another?” The other man asks, his voice taking a lower gravelly tone that betrays his composure and if Nicky hadn’t been teased so far he would’ve mention it. Instead he nods, breathing heavily and is rewarded with three fingers prodding at his entrance. “Christ, so tight.” Cillian mumbles again as it takes firmer pressure, some twisting, and pulling Nicky against him to work them all in. Nicky whines, pushing back at the stretch and the digits grinding their way inside him. “I can take it” He voices under his breath as they work to the third knuckle and Cillian splays them out for a stretch. He surprisingly doesn’t say anything back and Nicky finally starts to feel like he’s getting somewhere.
Cillian starts with shallow pumps and holds a tentative pace, allowing Nicky to get use to the stretch and only speeding up when he pushes back against him with a pleading moan. He’s stroking in deeper, curling his fingers searching and Nicky’s rocking back against him every time. It takes a minute of pumping and repositioning until pleasure shoots down his spine and shocks him still with a loud “Ah!” tearing out of his throat. “Fuck.” Cillian mutters so low that Nicky barely hears it over the sounds of his loud moaning when the other man does it again, fingers tips pressing against his prostate insistently and the base of his knuckles grinding at the rim. “I’m ready, I’m ready” Nicky cries, eyes shut and rubbing his head against his forearm to distract him from the throbbing of his cock leaking and heavy between his legs. “Please I’m ready… ahh… fuck please” He begs, another sharp burst of pleasure turning his spine to jelly, “Please, please” his pleading turning into a whine when the sudden absence of Cillian’s fingers leaves him grasping at nothing.
“Fuck. Fuck.” Nicky whispers taking big gulps of air in an attempt to get himself back in control. It doesn’t last long cause soon the blunt head of Cillian’s cock is at his entrance and pressing in. “Unh…” he’s moaning, shifting his legs and trying to get a lower bend at his waist to ease the passage, “Yes…” Nicky groans voice low and desperate. Cillian is thick and it burns in the best way, it takes a harsh push to get inside and passed the crown and Nicolò thinks of Yusuf. “Ungh” the sound gets stuck in his throat and comes out garbled as his walls squeezes at the sudden intrusion. “Christ darling” Cillian gasps, fingers digging into Nicky’s thigh as he keeps the slow steady push of his cock invading Nicolò’s body. “Yes… please.” he groans out and sinks teeth into his lower lip thinking of his husband filling every part of him to the brim and holding him there until he can taste it. “Just like that” Cillian mumbles behind him when his hips presses flush at Nicky’s ass, and Nicky moans softly as he works to anchor himself to the moment.
FILL: Nicky/Joe - Infidelity kink, degradation kink, spanking, rough sex , crying 1/3
I'm going to be honest, I haven't edited this for errors. It took me 4 days to write and got way out of control and I wanted to post it to feel some sort of accomplishment lol so I'll edit errors out when it goes on AO3.
The part with the OMC got way out of hand, it's literally the first 3k so if you're wanting to skip just start reading at "Nicky takes the long road home".
********
It's the laughter that draws his attention. Boisterous and sincere, this person was genuinely having a good time. More often than not when Nicky saw laughter in a bar it was artificial and tense - put on for the benefit of others, or to hide insecurities, or to convince themselves that they were where they wanted to be. This was free and inhibited laughter and it drew his eyes to a dark haired fair skinned man sitting with his back against the wall, holding his stomach in his mirth. He had sharp nose and cheekbones, an angular jaw covered with a dusting of dark hair, and hooded brown eyes or maybe hazel darkend by the poor lighting. He was handsome and Nicolò found himself staring without meaning to. He had a great smile, one that reached his eyes and caused familiar fine lines. Like his Yusuf.
That wasn't something that he's done before, picked a man that reminded him of his husband. There was no bother because there was no comparison. If he ever tried he was sure he would leave empty handed so the thought caught him by surprise. Now he finds himself unable to look away because his curiosity had been sparked. He wanted to know if there were any other familiarities to the love of his life that he might find within this stranger. Not that this stranger guarranteed a fruitful night, but he needed this sated before furthering with his plans.
As if feeling the weight of his stare, the man turned and their eyes met. Nicolò had long ago given up feeling shame - knowing well the true meaning of it, so he continued on his gazing and then they were locked in a battle of wills. He was well on his way to victory when the stranger wigled his brows and the surprise of it made Nicky narrow his gaze which caused him to blink. His competitor grinned, wide and victorious and Nicky acknowledged his defeat by glancing away. When he turned back the stranger had risen up and was walking towards him. It looked like he would not have to look further after all.
“I couldn’t help notice you’re vying for my attention” The handsome stranger spoke once he reached him and settled into the empty stool, “Now that you have it, what should we do next?” He finishes with a wide grin and Nicky noted that his eyes were indeed warm brown. “I’m married” Nicky says because it was the first thing that came to mind. The stranger’s approach held the aura of self-assuredness. His posture wide, open, and strong spoke of confidence that wasn’t easily deterred. The sort that liked a challenge. He was on most days a great judge of character.
“Ah. Shame.” The stranger says but doesn’t sound the least bit affected, “Is your fella around?” He continued on, a brow raised in question and Nicky gave a small smile in return. “No.” He says insistent to convey the purpose of his outing and negate unnecessary information. “Well then” The dark haired man half-turns to face the counter and signals for the bartender, “I’ll buy you a drink on his behalf” and flashed Nicolò another blinding smile. It was the smile of a man who knows he is a sight to behold. It’s cocky, brazen, and charming. He usually didn’t get this far in his pursuits. He’s never allowed himself to be charmed before.
“I would like that” Nicky answers honestly and finds himself not dreading the awkward small talk that usually accompanied casual sex.
*
His name was Cillian Bowe, he was thirty-three, an architect, and he’d just secured a deal for his firm that guaranteed him partner and would make him the most hated man in the building for the next ten years. He hadn’t seen the outside of his office in eight weeks and he came out to get so inebriated that he wakes up naked on a different continent.
Nicky had chuckled and said “I can help with one of those” and then been bodily dragged into a bathroom stall clearly not designed to fit two adult men. It was the last thing on his mind when Cillian licked his palm and wrapped nimble fingers around his cock taking him from half-mast to fully hard with a few quick strokes. There were also fingers in his hair, holding his head steady as they kissed deep and Cillian licked into every corner of his mouth, rubbing against his palate and curling around his tongue. It was a good kiss plus he had very skilled hands and it made Nicky eager to get to the next part.
He reaches down to undo the other’s belt and get his pants open when Cillian pulls back from their kiss with mischievous eyes and a pleased smirk. “Does your husband know you’re this easy?” He whispers close enough that their lips brush together. “I wouldn’t advise telling him” Nicolò counters not missing a beat and getting his hand around the heavy hard length of him to relieve him of the briefs. He also had a beautiful cock, Nicolò thought. There’s no comparison to Yusuf, but he can appreciate it.
“Well that’s too bad” Cillian says with laughter in his tone as his fingers circles the sensitive crown of Nicky’s cock and pulls a whine from his throat, “I’m great at conversation” He grins thumb pressing into the slit and gathering pre-come to ease the short and fast strokes centered at the head of him.
“Unh…” Nicky’s eyes closed as he moans and his body arches off the metal stall and into Cillian’s delicious torture. He was weak for oversensitive play and began steadily leaking which Cillian would gather in the upstroke to make the slide wetter and messier. His hands really were very skilled. Nicolò’s on the other hand had become a resting touch, unable to coordinate movement with the pleasure working through him. He felt as if he was going to come already as heat pooled rapidly in his groin and his stomach muscles tighten. Then all at once it was gone and he was pushed back from the ledge. His eyes snapped open with a groan of displeasure and Cillian was kissing him again. Sucking at his lower lip and thrusting his tongue into his mouth. Fingers grazed against his cock before wrapping at the base with a tight squeeze and Nicolò grunted into his mouth and pulled away.
He’s thinking of how he’s never felt this desperate except with Yusuf when Cillian’s words comes back to him. He’s out of breath when he speaks “Is that all you’re planning to do?” voice hoarse and eyes darkened with lust, “Conversation?” Cillian grins, releasing his hold and stepping back to turn Nicky around, “It’s called foreplay love” He says bunching the shirt up around the other man’s abdomen as Nicky braces his forearms and head against the stall. “Does he need a lesson?” Cillian whispers pressing against him and sliding his hands up and down his flank.
“You’re very talkative” Nicky answers in lieu of taking the bait. There wasn’t usually this much chatter between him and the men he allowed to drag him into tiny bathroom stalls. With a normal tryst he’d be full by now. “It’s part of the charm” Cillian quips back, a hand coming around his torso to pluck at his nipples and the other sliding into the back of his jeans.
Fingers roam against his buttocks, slides in between his crack with back and forth strokes against his rim and Nicolò pushes back against it and tilts forward hoping for penetration. “Why the hurry?” Cillian whispers at his ear and purposely avoids pressure against the puckered hole. “Bar hook ups are supposed to be quick and efficient” Nicolò bites out a bit frustrated in his need and lack of release or satisfaction. “I’m celebrating” Cillian responds unbothered by the change of tone, “I’m allowed to savor my prize” his fingers dipped into the rim with the next stroke and pulls away when Nicky pushes back again with a soft moan. He’s climbing from a bit frustrated to ‘I have taken more lives than you could imagine’ as the seconds tick on. “I have a date” Nicky says breathless from the teasing and Cillian stops in his ministrations to pulls his pants down to upper thighs and expose his ass, “Ah. Well. Why didn’t you say so?” He retorts through a smile and rubs flat palms against the round flesh, groping and kneading top to bottom.
Nicky was starting to feel as though he really might snap when the other man parts his cheeks and presses his thumb against the puckered hole. He’s unable to hold the push back into the touch and Cillian meets his force and inserts the digit to the first knuckle. It’s dry but it’s good and Nicky groans deep and low seeking more of the touch. “This is deadly”, Cillian says digging his thumb in deeper but not being able to get much further pass the first knuckle “Anyone tell you you’ve got a perfect ass?” He tugs on the rim from the inside and continues grinding his finger in, “It’s fucking tight” Cillian mumbles more to himself than Nicky and works the digit out. “It’s been said” Nicky responded catching his breath as the other dug in his pockets for a packet of lube and a condom.
“By your date?” Cillian asks smirk in his tone and Nicky turns his head to watch the other man apply the lube on his fingers when he replies, “Yes”. Cillian hums and holds his cheeks apart again to rub fingers along his rim with gentle pushes. “Guess this means I won’t be getting one than?” He asks slipping the tip of his index in and not going any further. “Not if I kill you in the next few minutes” Nicky answers, frustration returning with the other man’s teasing. Cillian laughs genuinely amused and pushes in.
The digit sinks into him and Nicolò groans ass pushing back and feet shuffling further apart. ‘Finally’ he thinks letting more of his weight onto his forearms and hears a low chuckle behind him, “Good things come to those who wait darling” Cillian replies and Nicky realizes he had spoken aloud. “You’re not making a good case for staying alive” he forces out with short breaths to cover his blunder, and Cillian responds with sliding the digit out to the tip and then back again until he has set a slow pace. “Mmm... Silly me” Cillian says and inserts another finger, providing a better stretch that makes him moans but continues the same ‘not enough’ pace. Nicky wants to tell him to hurry up but knows he would be wasting his breath so he grinds his hips back instead and bites back his sounds at the knuckles twisting against his rim and the digits spreading apart inside him.
“Ready for another?” The other man asks, his voice taking a lower gravelly tone that betrays his composure and if Nicky hadn’t been teased so far he would’ve mention it. Instead he nods, breathing heavily and is rewarded with three fingers prodding at his entrance. “Christ, so tight.” Cillian mumbles again as it takes firmer pressure, some twisting, and pulling Nicky against him to work them all in. Nicky whines, pushing back at the stretch and the digits grinding their way inside him. “I can take it” He voices under his breath as they work to the third knuckle and Cillian splays them out for a stretch. He surprisingly doesn’t say anything back and Nicky finally starts to feel like he’s getting somewhere.
Cillian starts with shallow pumps and holds a tentative pace, allowing Nicky to get use to the stretch and only speeding up when he pushes back against him with a pleading moan. He’s stroking in deeper, curling his fingers searching and Nicky’s rocking back against him every time. It takes a minute of pumping and repositioning until pleasure shoots down his spine and shocks him still with a loud “Ah!” tearing out of his throat. “Fuck.” Cillian mutters so low that Nicky barely hears it over the sounds of his loud moaning when the other man does it again, fingers tips pressing against his prostate insistently and the base of his knuckles grinding at the rim. “I’m ready, I’m ready” Nicky cries, eyes shut and rubbing his head against his forearm to distract him from the throbbing of his cock leaking and heavy between his legs. “Please I’m ready… ahh… fuck please” He begs, another sharp burst of pleasure turning his spine to jelly, “Please, please” his pleading turning into a whine when the sudden absence of Cillian’s fingers leaves him grasping at nothing.
“Fuck. Fuck.” Nicky whispers taking big gulps of air in an attempt to get himself back in control. It doesn’t last long cause soon the blunt head of Cillian’s cock is at his entrance and pressing in. “Unh…” he’s moaning, shifting his legs and trying to get a lower bend at his waist to ease the passage, “Yes…” Nicky groans voice low and desperate. Cillian is thick and it burns in the best way, it takes a harsh push to get inside and passed the crown and Nicolò thinks of Yusuf. “Ungh” the sound gets stuck in his throat and comes out garbled as his walls squeezes at the sudden intrusion. “Christ darling” Cillian gasps, fingers digging into Nicky’s thigh as he keeps the slow steady push of his cock invading Nicolò’s body. “Yes… please.” he groans out and sinks teeth into his lower lip thinking of his husband filling every part of him to the brim and holding him there until he can taste it. “Just like that” Cillian mumbles behind him when his hips presses flush at Nicky’s ass, and Nicky moans softly as he works to anchor himself to the moment.