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Fill: Nicky/Joe - Nicky spoils Joe (2/2)
Date: 2020-10-08 10:24 pm (UTC)Though Nicky is holding the bottle of oil, Joe forgets instantly why he shouldn't wrap both his hands around their cocks, pressing them together and stroking. Nicky shifts his hips forward into that grasp, groaning softly, strong thighs flexing. Joe does it again, slower.
“You can do that with one hand, can’t you?” Nicky asks, slightly breathless.
Joe suddenly remembers Nicky’s plan to massage his hands, to spoil him, but clearly that can wait. “Seriously?”
“Si, give me your hand.” Nicky insists. He’s testing his own self control here, splitting his attention between holding steady on Joe’s thighs and taking Joe’s hand between his own.
The massage oil warms quickly. Joe is surprised to find that he’s the one who loses focus on stroking them as Nicky rubs hard into the center of his palm with both thumbs. Nicky is smirking that tiny smirk of his, one corner of his mouth quirking up as he pays loving attention to each of Joe’s fingers individually, clearly aware that Joe has given up on the handjob for the moment. It feels so good. Joe knows Nicky loves him, knows Nicky loves his hands in particular, and this massage is that feeling made physical. He can’t remember the last time he felt so aware of his hands in a way unrelated to injury.
When he’s done with Joe’s right hand Nicky kisses the back of it, makes a face at the smell or feeling of the oil, and says, “Your left please, Joe?”
Joe swaps his hands without thinking and they both tense up at the sudden warmth of his slick right hand gripping them. “Fuck, sorry,” Joe says, “Ignore that.”
Nicky snorts, laughing softly and rolling his hips up into Joe’s grip. “We can do that first, if you want?”
“I thought you’d have a whole plan by now.” Joe admits, wiggling the fingers of his left hand where Nicky’s holding it loosely between them.
“I do,” Nicky says, “I want to make you feel good.”
“You do, all the time. Even when you can’t touch me.”
“I can touch you now.”
“Keep going. Tell me your plan?” Joe requests, slowly pulling his hand away from their cocks. If he comes now he’s afraid he’ll fall back asleep, not that a nap wouldn’t be welcome usually but he wants all of Nicky’s attention for as long as he can get it.
“Massage.” Nicky says, working hard at the meat of Joe’s thumb with his hands, making Joe’s whole arm feel like jelly, “Then, when you’re covered in oil, bath. I thought, if you wanted, I could…”
“Read to me?” Joe supplies. “I love your voice babe, you know that.”
“I do.” Nicky agrees, not bothering to bring up the age old argument that Joe is the one with a voice worth listening to. They both know Joe has long since decided that argument can only be beaten by fucking until they’re both hoarse and voiceless. The way his dick twitches tells Joe that Nicky thinks about derailing the plan with that, but he doesn’t give in to the temptation. “After the bath I have a present for you.”
“Do you?” Joe’s surprised, Nicky can’t have known they would end up in this particular safehouse. He either had the present with him this whole time or there are secret stashes of presents in multiple places. Joe’s not sure which he would prefer. “Will you tell me what it is?”
“Si.” Nicky says, “Nile helped me find a replacement for your favorite sweatshirt, the one we had to throw away because-“
“Multiple bullet holes, yeah. How did she find it? I thought the store didn’t make them.”
“They don’t, but she showed me how to google eBay.”
Joe is genuinely touched that Nicky went to the trouble. They’re not sentimental about clothes really, but of course they have favorites and least favorites. He thought he’d said goodbye to the specific softness and color of that sweatshirt weeks ago.
Nicky kisses his hand and Joe takes it back gently, sitting up to hold Nicky in his lap, close enough to kiss the corner of his jaw and rub his beard against Nicky’s neck, slick hands gravitating to Nicky’s ass. “Am I allowed to flirt with you yet?”
“I wasn't done with your massage.”
“You can use your hands, baby.”
“Not my mouth? This is about spoiling you.”
“No, like this, I like it when you sit on my thighs.”
“Oh yes?” Nicky asks, but he shifts and settles his weight back down pointedly, giving himself room to reach between them and bring their cocks together again. His hands are almost hot, dripping against them and squeezing just right.
Joe’s slightly breathless when he replies, “Yeah, I like us together. Want to come all over your pretty cock.”
“I’m not sure that counts as flirting.”
Joe pretends to be shocked, pulling away from nipping at Nicky’s jawline. “No? Have I been doing it wrong this whole time?” Earning Nicky’s quiet laughter, roughened by arousal, is a personal victory.
They’re frotting together faster now, Nicky going up on his knees occasionally, all sloppy friction, so far past flirting it’s laughable. It’s almost too much to handle when Nicky says, “Should I show you how it’s done?”
Joe loves him so much, loves his hands and his voice and the drag of their heads together. “Please do.”
Nicky leans away from Joe’s mouth just far enough that Joe can see him smile, can watch it turn from soft and sweet to outright filthy, the way he usually only looks after he’s made Joe come. If that’s not enough to have Joe’s mouth drop open, Nicky leans close enough to kiss but doesn’t, rubs their noses together and leans back again.
“Are you having a good day?” Nicky asks. Unbelievably, he actually waits for a response.
Joe’s groan of “Yes” is as much an answer to that question as it is a plea for Nicky to keep working them together.
“You’re so handsome.” Nicky whispers, “You never notice when people look at you, but I do. It happens a lot.”
“Nicky, please.”
“Can I take you to dinner sometime?” He’s still smiling, still maintaining eye contact, still grinding into Joe with singular purpose. “Can I read to you in the bath? Can I steal your new sweatshirt after you’ve worn it a few times so it smells like you?”
“Yes, Nicky, Nicky, please.”
“Can you come all over my pretty cock?”
“Fuck.” Joe gasps, and does. He shudders through it, breathing loud as Nicky’s hand grips him alone, holding himself steady with his other hand to jerk Joe off onto him. Nicky gets a little frantic soon after, pressing Joe back onto the bed and leaning over to suck on his lower lip, jacking himself off as quickly as he can. It’s incredible to see that Nicky worked himself up just as badly as he worked up Joe, that he only held on a tiny bit longer. He comes across Joe’s abs, whining in the back of his throat, and all but collapses on top of him.
Joe laughs softly, holding him close, kissing Nicky’s ear because it’s what he can reach. “You showed me alright.”
Nicky only hums an agreeable sound, boneless and unmoving even when Joe playfully slaps his ass.
“I thought I might fall asleep before the bath, I didn't think you would.”
“‘m not.” Nicky protests weakly. “Gonna spoil you.”
“You have, babe, you do.” Joe assures him. “You do.”
On top of sounding fucked out, Nicky’s still muffled when he says, “I love you.” Joe hears him anyway.
(I could... go on... lmk op?)
Re: Fill: Nicky/Joe - Nicky spoils Joe (2/2)
Date: 2020-10-08 11:18 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Nicky/Joe - Nicky spoils Joe (2/2)
Date: 2020-10-08 11:19 pm (UTC)a
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this is so good!! Soft and sexy and I love it. If you want to write more and inspired please do!!!
Re: Fill: Nicky/Joe - Nicky spoils Joe (2/2)
Date: 2020-10-09 02:51 am (UTC)Re: Fill: Nicky/Joe - Nicky spoils Joe (2/2)
Date: 2020-10-09 03:38 am (UTC)just listening to Nicky singing to himself in the next room. It’s like he’s dozing in a beam of sunshine, hearing Nicky so happy warms Joe to his soul.
oh this is lovely.
also awww how cute, Joe teasing Nicky about his foreskin.
Nicky’s cock is always a delight, even now he’s thinking about kissing it, thinking about teasing until the head peeks out for him.
*happy sigh*
omfg Nicky's going to read to Joe while he's taking a bath. author, i feel you've beamed this image right out of my brain (thnx Snoh Aalegra and Michael B. Jordan for putting that fantasy in my brain lol)
“Can I take you to dinner sometime?” He’s still smiling, still maintaining eye contact, still grinding into Joe with singular purpose. “Can I read to you in the bath? Can I steal your new sweatshirt after you’ve worn it a few times so it smells like you?”
adjksaljfksa; *SWOON*
On top of sounding fucked out, Nicky’s still muffled when he says, “I love you.” Joe hears him anyway.
*melts*
Re: Fill: Nicky/Joe - Nicky spoils Joe (2/2)
Date: 2020-10-09 02:22 pm (UTC)I FEEL AS MASSAGED AND RELAXED BY YOUR WORDS AS JOE DOES BY NICKY'S HANDS
Re: Fill: Nicky/Joe - Nicky spoils Joe (2/2)
Date: 2020-10-09 03:01 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Nicky/Joe - Nicky spoils Joe (2/2)
Date: 2020-10-10 08:55 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Nicky/Joe - Nicky spoils Joe (2/2)
Date: 2020-10-18 12:14 pm (UTC)