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Fill: Joe/Nicky, sword fighting in modern day
(Anonymous) 2020-07-31 12:21 am (UTC)(link)“Who doesn't like the beach?” Nicky asks, cajoling, like he isn't already driving them there. Joe grumbles and watches the ocean out the passenger side window, but he takes Nicky's hand over the center console when Nicky reaches for him. Andy is texting, they're all pretending they don't know she's talking to Booker. Only Nile smiles back at Nicky in the rear-view mirror.
“I'm good with surf n' turf and swimming and twenty questions,” Nile says, because the last few days have been a lot and she's willing to embrace a break, “But, why exactly is training part of the plan? You guys know I have combat training, I'm the one who rescued you.”
“Never let us forget it!” Joe says, and it should be sweet and encouraging but the implication that he's also in favor of never forgetting why she had to is obvious. Nicky squeezes his hand, a comfort and a warning.
“So, what gives?” Nile asks.
“We were thinking you might want to train with our weapons, just in case.” Nicky explains, turning off the main road and down a long winding dirt driveway. There's a pale blue single-story house down at the end of it and no other buildings around.
“It happens more than you'd think.” Andy says, “Obviously we all prefer our own gear, but it's better not to hesitate in a fight if somebody throws you a sword.”
Nile thinks about what she knows of sword fighting, which is pretty much nothing outside of movies, and shrugs, “Cool.”
From up close, the outside of the house doesn't look like much but the open floor plan inside means that as soon as they open the front door they can see the ocean straight ahead through patio doors on the other side. Nile dumps coolers full of food in the kitchen and makes a beeline for those doors, stepping through onto the back deck with stairs that lead straight onto the beach.
They have a light lunch and settle in to the house and then Nicky and Joe stage a fight for Nile to watch. They promise to show her basic form afterward but insist that it will help her just to spectate, Andy rolls her eyes and tries to get Nile to bet with her on this “weird foreplay slash vanity project”.
Nile and Andy sit on the deck steps and watch Nicky and Joe warm up, stretching and teasing each other. The dichotomy between their ancient weapons and the literal salmon shorts Joe is wearing is hilarious. They start about ten feet apart, multilingual taunts dropping off in favor of watching each other closely. Their stances are completely different yet even barefoot in the sand they look dangerous.
Nicky lunges forward first, sword moving like a natural extension of his arm, and Joe effortlessly knocks it aside, his own sword moving in swooping arcs. Joe swings up towards Nicky's side and Nicky moves in close faster than Nile's ever seen him move. He kicks Joe's legs out from under him and shoves the grip of his sword against Joe's neck just under his jaw. Andy whoops, clapping as Joe goes down hard. He falls well, his sword ends up pointed towards Nile and Andy, proving he made no move against Nicky on his way down.
Nile claps too, hesitant, as Nicky helps Joe to his feet again. “Not gonna lie, I thought that was going to take much longer.”
Andy slaps a hand on her forehead, despairing. “Now you've done it...”
“I was demonstrating how to use a sword in a real fight!” Nicky protests, “We weren't showing off.”
“I think you were, actually.” Joe grumbles, brushing sand off his ass. Nicky reaches up to touch the bruises already fading from Joe's neck in gentle apology. Joe captures his hand and kisses it. “He's right though, you should have seen how short our first fight was.”
“Maybe you should show off, since you wanted an audience so bad.” Andy says, standing. “I'll get the beer, Nile.”
“Thanks.”
“We'll be here for a while now.”
Joe and Nicky separate and assume their starting poses again, but this time they hold them for a while, swords pointed towards each other, muscles tense.
This time when they move it's as if in slow-motion, reacting to each other like they're dancing. Nicky makes his sword look like it weighs nothing and moves forwards and back with solid steps and feet planted firmly. Joe shifts his weight a lot more, coming at Nicky from the sides, twisting like he intends to move straight through Nicky onto another opponent, but there isn't one and Nicky doesn't flinch from the way their blades cross.
For the first few minutes its like watching a choreographed fight in a movie, except that neither one of them gains space or the upperhand for long. Nile starts to notice more moments where they allow each other's small mistakes, taking a beer from Andy with a muttered “Thanks.” without taking her eyes off of them.
Nicky's sliding into something different, holding his shoulders in a new way, building new angles into his movements in a way that has her hypnotized. Joe complaining “Oh, don't go Spanish on me!” breaks her out of it and he lowers his sword and circles, catching his breath. Nicky allows it, following Joe in those circles patiently, his sword maintaining space between them that's starting to feel distinctly charged.
Joe re-enages with a flourish, breaking that distance quicker than either of them had been moving for a while. He twists their swords up together and breaks Nicky's grip on his longer weapon. It falls between them into the sand and Joe steps back, tapping the bottom of Nicky's chin with the end of his sword.
Nicky complains about this in Italian, stooping to take up his sword again, and says, “We were demonstrating for Nile, my love.”
“Now we're even.” Joe insists, walking backwards towards Andy and Nile like he can't bring himself to turn his back. Andy presses a beer into his hands when he's close enough.
“We're always even.” Nicky says, advancing on him.
Nile watches him expertly parry Joe's sword and snatch the beer from him with his offhand from up close and says, “Okay, when do I get to learn this stuff?”
Nicky smiles around the beer bottle, Joe glares at him and says, “Maybe tomorrow.”
Andy laughs when Nile throws her hands up in disbelief. “I tried to warn you. Let's give them some time alone huh? Maybe they'll be more likely to let you hold their toys if we feed them.”
The mood on their little battleground shifts abruptly without Andy and Nile, without the expectation that they're fundamentally showing good form for Nile to imitate. Joe points his sword at Nicky and says, “Give that back.”
“Mm, think you can make me?”
“I know I can make you, but I don't want you to spill it.”
“I won't spill it unless you make me.” Nicky teases, fighting off Joe's lazy prods at the edges of his defense one-handed, sipping the beer. “Didn't you tell me once that you only thirst for me?”
Joe smacks Nicky's shoulder with the flat of his blade, too quick for Nicky to bat away, making beer spill down onto his shirt. Nicky plucks at it in disbelief and comes at Joe with very little finesse. Brute strength doesn't get him far, because Joe can get two hands on his sword right now and Nicky can't, so he gives in to dirty underhanded tactics – generally more Booker's style – and just tries to pour as much of the beer onto Joe as possible. It's not much, because Joe doesn't much appreciate this and ends up forcing Nicky to drop the bottle and fight him properly again.
Properly might be a bit of a stretch. They move less, keeping the movements of their blades tight, but they're too well matched for that to be entertaining for either of them since they don't actually intend to stab each other. Besides, Nicky is right, Joe does thirst for him, has since that first effortless way he knocked him on his ass. When the exact distance of Nicky's blade and his arm feels entirely too far, Joe takes a step back, drops his own sword, and rushes forward. He trusts Nicky to disengage in time, beside which, it's fun to watch the surprise in his eyes melt into delight as he's tackled backwards into the sand.
“Let's not teach that to Nile.” Nick says, removing his beer-soaked shirt now that they're not fighting. Joe helps, having Nicky shirtless underneath him is usually in his best interest. “I could have skewered you.”
“You still can.” Joe says, winking. Nicky laughs and gets his hands under Joe's shirt now, encouraging him to take it off.
Joe sits up and does, crossing his arms and throwing it dramatically up over his head in one movement, laughing when Nicky falls back against the sand and groans at the sight like he's never seen it before. Joe takes the opportunity to properly pin him, hands on his wrists, and kiss him deeply. The kiss drags out, messy, and Joe can't help himself from grinding down against Nicky until he wrenches his head away gasping for air.
“Joe, what are you doing?”
“Quenching my thirst.”
“You can't.” Nicky protests, but his squirming only seems to grind them closer together, “They'll see us from the house.”
“I ” Joe says, kissing him again, “Don't.” and again, “Care.” and again. While Nicky's gasping with laughter, Joe releases his hands and slides down his body.
Nicky grabs at him ineffectually, twisting in the sand as Joe mouths at his cock through his beach trunks. They're adorable, printed with flowers, he's had them on since convincing everyone they needed to come to the beach this morning. They don't hide a single thing now that Nicky's growing hard. Joe actually finds them more adorable with the head of Nicky's dick peeking out, but he's bias. He can't get his mouth on it fast enough.
Nicky puts both hands in Joe's hair, probably getting sand in there he'll have to work free in the shower later. If Nile or Andy does catch sight of them like this it'll be beyond obvious, but Joe doesn't care enough to stop when it feels this good. He shoves Nicky's trunks down to get a better grip on him, makes deliberate eye contact with Nicky and licks him like a popsicle, reveling in the taste, the sun at his back, and the clench of Nicky's fingers in his hair.
Nicky says, “Are you comfortable like this?”
“Sure.” Joe replies, taking Nicky into his mouth to prove it, delighting in the clench of Nicky's thighs.
“I'm just wondering how long you plan to be down there because-”
“Until you give it to me Nicky. Why? Did you want to ah, swordfight again?” Joe asks, grinning, switching his grip on Nicky's cock to something a little more firm and familiar.
Nicky tugs on his hair, laughing, and says “No, no, just, I wouldn't want to upset Nile.”
Joe pretends to think about that, tapping the head of Nicky's dick against his lower lip, “Hmm... well...”
“Joe.” Nicky groans, tipping his head back.
“We better make it fast then.” Joe says.
It's not usually fast this way around, when Joe's mouth is busy and he can't coax Nicky into it with words, when Nicky can't reciprocate. Maybe the fight worked him up, or maybe the threat of discovery is getting to him. Or maybe Joe's just really good with his mouth. Whatever it is, Joe gets his taste.
Re: Fill: Joe/Nicky, sword fighting in modern day
(Anonymous) 2020-07-31 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Joe/Nicky, sword fighting in modern day
(Anonymous) 2020-08-06 01:20 pm (UTC)(link)Also Joe complaining “Oh, don't go Spanish on me!” Is hilarious. Joe is just the type to hate a participant style for its flair or whatever and Nicky is just the type to like it for that exact reason.
Re: Fill: Joe/Nicky, sword fighting in modern day
(Anonymous) 2020-09-07 03:11 pm (UTC)(link)“I think you were, actually.” Joe grumbles, brushing sand off his ass. Nicky reaches up to touch the bruises already fading from Joe's neck in gentle apology. Joe captures his hand and kisses it. “He's right though, you should have seen how short our first fight was.”
Ah, you nailed their dynamic so well. It would almost be worth killing each other eighty or ninety times, if one could end up in a marriage as good as theirs!
Re: Fill: Joe/Nicky, sword fighting in modern day
(Anonymous) 2020-10-22 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)