The silence spiked in the space between them at Joe’s last word. He hadn’t looked Nicky in the eye once since he’d started relating his dream and he couldn’t look up from his clenched hands now.
He had to fight not to flinch back from Nicky’s fingers as they came reaching out to ease the tension from his fists, stroking gently so that Joe couldn’t resist relaxing his hands and letting Nicky take them in his.
“It wasn’t real, omri.” Nicky said in that soft, earnest, serious voice which lent an honest profundity to his words that seemed to elude the rest of them. “We’re not responsible for our dreams.”
Joe shook his head. “But it made me come.” He said, wretchedly. “It wasn’t just the dream. I… reacted to it. To your pain.”
Nicky seemed momentarily thrown but he rallied easily, squeezing Joe’s hand in his. “Your body reacted to something your mind happened to throw out as erotic. I know you, Yusuf. I know how hard you’d fight for me if I was in trouble.” Nicky reached out and tentatively laid his palm gently against the side of Joe’s face – Joe didn’t twitch it off. “As vehemently as I’d fight for you.”
Nicky’s calm, measured reasoning was picking apart the knots that Joe had been carrying in his stomach and his heart and his head ever since he’d woken from the nightmare. He finally looked up to look Nicky in the face and slowly leaned in to kiss him, putting his own hand against the nape of Nicky’s neck to bring him in closer.
He broke the kiss but still held Nicky close, their foreheads resting together as though they really could read each other’s minds.
“Vita mia.” He murmured, low and fond and then slipped Nicky another quick kiss before sitting back, taking his hands and standing up with him. He rubbed a thumb against the soft, thin skin under Nicky’s eye like he was brushing away the tension he’d caused there. “Let me put you back to bed tesoro?”
Nicky didn’t say anything. Just smiled, that small curve of his mouth, and let Joe do as he’d asked.
(ooc: just a small one, illness has made me slow but I'll be writing more as soon as I can)
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Re: FILL: Nicky/Joe, imaginary Nicky/Keane, noncon, part 2d
Date: 2020-08-20 08:50 pm (UTC)He had to fight not to flinch back from Nicky’s fingers as they came reaching out to ease the tension from his fists, stroking gently so that Joe couldn’t resist relaxing his hands and letting Nicky take them in his.
“It wasn’t real, omri.” Nicky said in that soft, earnest, serious voice which lent an honest profundity to his words that seemed to elude the rest of them. “We’re not responsible for our dreams.”
Joe shook his head. “But it made me come.” He said, wretchedly. “It wasn’t just the dream. I… reacted to it. To your pain.”
Nicky seemed momentarily thrown but he rallied easily, squeezing Joe’s hand in his. “Your body reacted to something your mind happened to throw out as erotic. I know you, Yusuf. I know how hard you’d fight for me if I was in trouble.” Nicky reached out and tentatively laid his palm gently against the side of Joe’s face – Joe didn’t twitch it off. “As vehemently as I’d fight for you.”
Nicky’s calm, measured reasoning was picking apart the knots that Joe had been carrying in his stomach and his heart and his head ever since he’d woken from the nightmare. He finally looked up to look Nicky in the face and slowly leaned in to kiss him, putting his own hand against the nape of Nicky’s neck to bring him in closer.
He broke the kiss but still held Nicky close, their foreheads resting together as though they really could read each other’s minds.
“Vita mia.” He murmured, low and fond and then slipped Nicky another quick kiss before sitting back, taking his hands and standing up with him. He rubbed a thumb against the soft, thin skin under Nicky’s eye like he was brushing away the tension he’d caused there. “Let me put you back to bed tesoro?”
Nicky didn’t say anything. Just smiled, that small curve of his mouth, and let Joe do as he’d asked.
(ooc: just a small one, illness has made me slow but I'll be writing more as soon as I can)