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theoldguardkinkmeme) wrote2020-07-22 10:07 am
theoldguardkinkmeme) wrote2020-07-22 10:07 am
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Fill: Nicky/Joe, watersports
(Anonymous) 2020-08-17 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)Can be reciprocal or can always be the same person staking their claim.
Fill:
The first time, there’s a jellyfish. It takes decades for him to ask for it after that. Not because he’s embarrassed but because he’s trying to figure out why he wants it.
Joe gets stung and Nicky helps him stumble back onto the beach where he collapses in quiet agony, waiting to see if this will be some fresh new death. It burns, hurts so bad he can’t speak. Nicky frets, wonders if they should seek medical help but knows the risks too well, and he paces. He guards Joe, protective, waiting for him to heal already, until some kids who live nearby run past.
The last one in the pack turns to look at them curiously. They see Joe’s leg, red and swelling, and give both men a funny little look. “Just piss on it.” They say, with a childish air of everybody knows that.
Nicky doesn’t have it in him to hesitate. Even if the kid is playing a joke, which doesn’t seem likely since they’re already long gone, he would do anything for the chance to ease Joe’s pain. The ocean is right there if they need to wash him after, not that Joe really wants to go back in right now, knowing what else is swimming.
Nicky meets Joe’s eyes with a question. Joe’s answer is to spread his legs and better reveal the wound. There’s welts raising along the sting like somebody took a whip to his thigh. Nicky pushes his shorts out of the way and takes aim.
Joe’s seen him with his dick in his hand countless times. He’s seen him from this angle. He’s seen him piss before too. They knocked the corners off this thing ages ago, there’s rarely embarrassment about bodily functions between them, but that doesn’t mean they don’t still surprise each other with new sensations. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it, knowing Nicky is comfortable with him, knowing how far he’ll go.
Joe’s not expecting to like it this much.
It splashes onto his leg, drenching the sting, and it’s hot, hotter than the sun-warmed sand he’s laying in. Nicky’s got his concentration face on, the one Joe usually only gets to see when he’s working on his sword or peering through a rifle scope. The pain is already fading, the throbbing of his leg and the ache in his head melting into nothing, like Nicky’s piss is what his body needed to figure out how to heal. The sheer relief of that is its own pleasure, but Joe tips his head back and groans low and turned on because some part of him has decided that this is the hottest thing he’s experienced in several lifetimes, even alongside this man who can reliably turn his crank with a single glance or a twitch of his fingers. That part of him might be his cock.
He’s hard, unmistakably hard. Joe clenches his fingers into the sand and groans again, even as Nicky says, “Really?” in a tone of voice that’s half exasperation, half delight. He likes when they surprise each other.
Then, because he’s Nicky, because he knows Joe down to his blood and guts and bones, he stops aiming at Joe’s leg and starts aiming at his cock. Joe knows his mouth is hanging open, watching, his heart pounding in his ears, so turned on it hurts. His dick is twitching under the stream and Joe thinks he could come like this, would beg for just a little more, but Nicky has to stop eventually. As he shakes the last few drops out and pulls his shorts back up, Joe shoves a hand into his own trunks and strokes himself frantically.
They’re far too exposed for this but Joe isn’t thinking about that, he’s thinking about how fucking badly he wants to come. He meets Nicky’s eyes, which still hold that same look of concentration, of committing this to memory, and goes off like a rocket. Joe groans, jerking himself through it, so unexpected and fast and wet and messy it’s reminiscent of their first times. It gets up into his chest hair and pools in his bellybutton, splattering like a Pollock. Nicky stares down at him and says, “Really?” in a completely different tone of voice, all wonder.
Joe, still catching his breath, gives himself another squeeze and says, “Fuck.” Now they really do have to get back in the water before they can go home.
Joe, eventually, figures it out. It’s not exactly a priority, searching deep within himself for the reason he got so desperately horny from Nicky pissing on him, but he does think about it sometimes as he’s drifting off to sleep, as he’s brushing his teeth, as he’s jerking off. Like most things in their relationship, it helps to ask Nicky what he thinks.
They’re staying in a safehouse which currently has no name, possibly because it’s really more of an abandoned train station and they may never stay here again. It’s underground and they’re here alone for the night because Booker got caught up somewhere along the way. They got caught up too, something about stealing the wrong car, and made a dramatic entrance into this place, coated in blood and sweat. The first bathroom they find, after they bar the entrance to the station behind them, is enormous.
Nicky collapses, exhausted, onto the floor, leaning back against the wall. Joe freezes like he’s stepped on a landmine when he follows him in and realizes Nicky’s sitting on a drain, sitting in a urinal, one long urinal that takes up the whole side of the room. His knees hook over the raised edge. He looks...
Nicky rolls his head back against the titles and slowly blinks his eyes open, catching him staring. He says, “Talk to me, Yusuf.” His voice echoes a little bit, boosted by the emptiness of the room.
Joe licks his lips and swallows hard. “You remember the jellyfish?”
“The jellyfish…. the jellyfish that stung you?”
“Yeah.”
“Yes I do, why do you ask?”
“Did you like it?”
Nicky looks a lot more alert now, pushing himself up into a seated position that’s less of a sprawl. Joe takes a step forward like this alone will somehow prevent Nicky from getting up further. He’s not done looking.
“Did I like it?”
“Yeah, Nicoló, did you like it?”
“Not as much as you.” Nicky says, a hint of gentle teasing in his voice.
“Do you want to try the other way?” Joe asks, the same way he’s always asked that question. He likes to give things to Nicky, including experiences, he likes to tell him so.
Nicky glances around and realizes where he’s positioned himself, then quickly appraises Joe and his own clothes. “Yes.” He says, without a hint of uncertainty, “We should strip first, I think.”
Joe grins and falls in love with Nicky all over again when he grins back with that twist of wickedness nobody else ever sees. His Nicolò. He tears his clothes off, boots then the rest, and takes Nicky’s things too, setting them by the door in one big pile they’ll probably burn later. He walks back to Nicky and tries not to let his obvious appraisal get him hard.
Nicky is gorgeous, back to sprawling but less out of exhaustion and more posing for Joe, opening up his body language.
“Will you mark me, Joe? Make me yours?” Nicky says, quietly, inviting it. Something clicks in Joe’s head just to hear it. That’s what made it hot, Nicky pissing on him on the beach all those years ago, out in the open. Joe can’t say Nicky’s staked his claim more openly than that besides maybe fucking him, coming in him. Even that’s on the inside, usually indoors too.
“Yes.” Joe says. "Fuck, yes." They’re all alone, underground, locked away in a place where no one is going to see or, honestly, smell him all over Nicky, but it’s the doing it that matters. Even if they go straight into a shower like they went straight into the ocean, Nicky wants to be his just as badly as Joe wants to be Nicky’s. There’s a heady possessiveness to it, a reciprocal ownership, that boosts his confidence as he steps closer. They’re human, more or less, but they’re animal enough for this.
“Do it.” Nicky says, letting his hands fall at his sides, looking up at Joe, down at his dick.
Joe takes a final step forward, spreads his legs a little further, and lets go.
Re: Fill: Nicky/Joe, watersports
(Anonymous) 2020-08-17 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Nicky/Joe, watersports
(Anonymous) 2020-08-17 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Nicky/Joe, watersports
(Anonymous) 2020-08-18 01:31 am (UTC)(link)Although, requisite disclaimer for anyone else reading: this is FICTION ONLY, peeing on a jellyfish sting DOES NOT WORK and depending on the kind of venom could even make it worse.
Re: Fill: Nicky/Joe, watersports
(Anonymous) 2020-08-18 02:32 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Nicky/Joe, watersports
(Anonymous) 2020-08-18 02:34 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Nicky/Joe, watersports
(Anonymous) 2020-08-18 04:59 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Nicky/Joe, watersports
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(Anonymous) 2020-08-18 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Nicky/Joe, watersports
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