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From: (Anonymous)

(This got more d/s than intended... a spiritual sequel to Joe/Nicky casually having sex in a shared room.)

“Babe, if you wake up Andy she’ll be pissed.” Joe says, like he’s not the one making Nicky loud. Sure he’s biting the pale insides of Nicky’s thighs and rubbing his beard against every sensitive spot between his legs, only touching his cock to lick up the pearls of precum before they drip and distract him, but Joe is doing all of those things quietly. Andy’s bed is only about six feet away. Nicky has his fist shoved into his mouth but he’s still too loud.

Joe sucks a bruise into his hip just to taste it and watch it fade away, drags his nails down Nicky’s legs, licks at him, buries his face into Nicky’s groin and scrapes his beard against his cock, hot and hard. Nicky makes a sound from the back of his throat, a pitch that Joe so rarely hears from him.

Andy’s breathing hasn’t changed yet, but Joe says, “If she wakes up, you’re getting punished. We just went through that stuff with Nile, you know what it could be?”

Nicky’s eyes burn into his as he nods, silent for now.

“Good.” Joe says, kissing the inside of Nicky’s knee tenderly. Then he shoves Nicky’s legs further apart and up, so he can rub his beard and mouth against the tender skin behind Nicky’s balls. Nicky twitches, reigning himself in by pure will. Joe laughs. The breath or vibration of that makes Nicky whine again, squirming against their bed. It creaks a little and he goes very still.

Joe licks at his cock, teasing, tracing the veins with the tip of his tongue. He weighs Nicky’s balls in his hand, gives them a gentle tug. Nicky stares at him, fist in his mouth, like he’s seriously contemplating murder. It’s hot. Hot enough that Joe drags his own gaze down away from Nicky’s eyes slowly, taking in his mouth stretched wide, the broad tilt of his shoulders, his pretty pink nipples, how hard he’s breathing. Joe buries his face against Nicky’s crotch again and breathes him in.

He leans back, nudges Nicky’s cock out of the way like it’s an annoyance so he can kiss at the skin just above. Nicky makes another loud sound as his cock jerks, spitting out precum into Joe’s beard. Joe retaliates by pressing it up against the side of his face and rubbing hard against it, taking it into his mouth for one hard suck, and rubbing it against the other side of his face. Nicky keens, ripping his fist away from his mouth to say, “Fucking suck my cock Joe please, I-!”

He cuts himself off because Andy’s bed creaks, the sound of her turning towards them and sleepily blinking her eyes open, propping herself up on one elbow to get a better view. She doesn’t actually look pissed, but Nicky turns back to Joe wide-eyed, knowing he’s earned his punishment all the same.

Joe grins, runs his hands up and down Nicky’s thighs soothingly, and says, “If you can come in the next minute you can come as much as you want today, otherwise it’s part of your punishment.”

“Fuck.” Nicky whispers. Joe swallows him down to the root after that, so he barely hears Andy volunteer to time them.

Nicky manages it, by the skin of his teeth. He shouts so loud none of them hear Nile and Booker come back from the store. Joe sucks it out of him and swallows, leaning back in afterward to lick him clean with long, too-hard strokes on his sensitive cock. Nicky whines and takes it. Eventually Joe climbs up over him and kisses him, pets his face, brushes hair off his sweaty forehead.

“You woke up Andy, babe. Say you’re sorry?”

“Sorry Andy.” Nicky says to her. She’s on her back again, looking like she’s trying to decide if she wants to get up, go back to sleep, or rub one out herself. She waves it away, casual.

“We’ll do punishment at breakfast okay?” Joe asks.

“Yes.” Nicky breathes, looking forward to it even as he feels his face heat. It’s the first time in a long time, since he and Joe and Booker and Andy were all together, and now Nile’s agreed to try it. She added a lot of firm Nos to their list; Nicky’s glad she took it seriously.

Joe kisses him again, rolls off him and says, “Go on, get dressed, I have to brush my teeth first.”

Nicky laughs, climbing out of bed on shaking feet. Andy eyes his soft cock, then the state of Joe’s beard, and rubs a hand hard against the front of her borrowed boxers, saying, “Punishment better wait for me.”

Joe lazily salutes from his and Nicky’s bed, where he’s rubbing against himself too. “Aye aye boss.”

Nicky finds some briefs and a pair of jeans on the floor, which might be Booker’s actually, plus a gray shirt, and wanders his way into the kitchen. He collapses at the table and goes a little pink when Booker hands him a cup of coffee.

“What was all that noise?” Nile asks, sitting across from him with her own mug. She looks curious, teasing. Having her officially in on their sex life, with boundaries established, is a relief to them all.

“Aww,” Booker says, instantly picking up the game. He’s at the stove now, making omelettes with far too much butter. “Were you being bad, Nicky?”

Nicky has to clear his throat and take a sip of coffee before he can say, “Yes.”

Booker laughs and Nile eyes him curiously, like she wants to ask but also she’s having enough fun just imagining it.

Joe and Andy make their way out of the bedroom after a few minutes, looking rumpled and half dressed. Andy’s found sweatpants and a sports bra, Joe’s in those black zippered pants he likes but shirtless. He pauses to give Nicky a kiss that tastes like toothpaste, then steals his coffee and looms behind the back of his chair.

Booker serves Nile and Andy first, in that slightly old fashioned way that the women haven’t complained about because they’re always hungry when he does it. Then he’s back to cracking eggs. With his back turned he says, “Have a plan for our boy, Joe?”

“Yeah.” Joe says, stroking his fingers up and down Nicky’s neck. Nicky shivers but holds still, even when Joe goes higher and tugs on his ear. He gives Nicky his coffee back but stays behind him. “Gonna come on his face a few times, make him wear it for the day.”

Andy and Nile stop eating for a moment, watching Nicky go very still and very pink. Joe keeps petting him and Nicky would bet all the money they have that he’s smirking.

“You want help?” Booker asks, glancing over his shoulder.

Joe laughs but shakes his head, “Nah, it’ll be fun. Test out the refractory period, since Nile said she didn’t believe us.”

“I don’t.” Nile says, “But I’m willing to be proved wrong.”

“That’s what I like about you, kid.” Andy says, going back to her food. “This is excellent, Book.”

“That’s what you like about me, huh boss?” Booker teases.

Nicky is still frozen, imagining it, trying to breathe normally through the anticipation that’s rising in him. Joe pauses and presses his fingers just under Nicky’s jaw, checking his heart rate. It must not be concerning enough for him to check in.

“You want to eat first?” Booker asks Joe.

“Yeah, please.” Joe says, and Nicky forces himself to relax as Joe’s hands leave him, as he takes his own seat at the table.

“I think you broke Nicky already.” Nile says, watching him. Nicky’s hands shake a little as he takes a sip of coffee.

“He’s good.” Andy and Joe say together, exchanging a grin at the jinx.

Booker hands Nicky and Joe their food and tops up everyone’s coffee before settling down with his own. As the men eat, Joe and Booker enthusiastically, Nicky somewhat mechanically, barely tasting it, Andy and Nile practice their Russian. Nicky thinks they’re talking about weaponry. He thinks I’m going to wear Joe’s cum all day. All day. It’s going to drip and dry and everyone’s going to see it all day. It’s like his face already itches. He’s going to die. Nicky drops his fork and whines, soft.

“Ah ah, that’s what got you in trouble before.” Andy teases, switching to English just for a moment. Joe laughs and finishes his food a little more quickly. When he’s done he pushes his foot against a leg of the chair Nicky’s in until it scrapes against the floor and turns Nicky towards him, away from the table. Booker laughs because Nicky is obviously hard in his pants. Nicky whines again, looking beseechingly up at Joe.

“I’m still drinking my coffee, babe.” Joe says, leaning forward to kiss him once, a consolation prize. “You can get on your knees if you need to.”

Nicky thinks about it and shakes his head. He wants to wait for Joe. Joe shrugs like he doesn’t care either way, sips his coffee, and adds his two cents to the weaponry talk. They must be debating if Nile needs some kind of sword.

Finally, finally, Joe gets his cock out of his pants. He’s talking about his sword, how it was forged, the formal training he’s had with it, and he’s getting himself hard. Nicky’s the only one watching his hand move. After a minute of that he does need to get on his knees, sliding out of his chair and down onto them quietly. He waits.

Joe starts to make another argument for Nile getting her own sword, Booker’s the one who thinks it’s unnecessary and she’d be better off with throwing knives, but Andy says, “Joe, come on, are we doing this?”

Joe looks down at his cock in his hand, and then back up at the rest of them and says, “Yeah, but we’re not done talking about this.”

“She can have both and see what she prefers.” Andy says, as if she’s repeating it. Nicky honestly wouldn’t know.

Joe stands and steps towards Nicky, the look he gives him is all heat. “Can you get this wet for me please?” Joe asks, polite and utterly obscene. Nicky does his best, not lingering even though he likes the weight of Joe’s cock in his mouth. He tries to get it sloppy.

Sitting back on his heels, Nicky opens his mouth to beg for it, but Joe says, “Mouth closed, you don’t get a taste today.” Booker’s laughter makes Nicky flush.

Breathing hard, jerking himself much faster than he does when he’s really chasing pleasure, Joe says, “Ah, okay, gonna give it to you now. Close your eyes babe.” Somehow the reminder, the necessity of it, is what makes Nicky remember this is punishment. He swallows a whine and closes his eyes. Now all he can do is hear Joe’s groans, the creak of the floorboards when he shifts his weight.

Nile whispers, “Okay... damn.”

Joe comes laughing the first time. Nicky feels the head of his cock brush against his mouth, his cheeks, he flinches slightly at the first spurt, and again when one shoots out over his eye. He’s fighting to keep his mouth closed, to stay quiet this time, to be good.

Joe shifts back after a moment but the slick sounds of his hand don’t stop and he doesn’t go far. He’s making breathy noises, oversensitized. Booker, sounding smug, says, “See, he’s not even going soft.”

“It doesn’t... hurt?” Nile asks, just as quiet, “Seems like it kind of hurts.”

“Does it hurt when you go again immediately?” Andy asks, and Nile makes a considering sound. Nicky is so flushed, so hard, he doesn’t know how there’s any blood left in his body to keep his heart pumping but it’s racing too.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Joe says, biting out the consonants. “Nicky.” He groans and he’s coming again, a little harder than he expected clearly because Nicky feels it land in his hair at first, dripping down obscenely.

“Sure you don’t want help?” Booker asks.

Andy laughs at him, saying, “He can go again. He missed a few spots.”

“A few.” Nile echoes, awed. They all sound lower, more intimate, to Nicky’s ears. He can only imagine what he looks like now, what Joe looks like. He must be fucking into a fist full of his own come, whatever isn’t marking Nicky’s face. His eyes, Nicky knows, will be dark and bright.

“Can somebody-“ Joe starts, groans, picking up a slow pace again, and continues, “-uh, talk to me? Or to Nicky?”

“Poor Nicky.” Booker says, all taunts, “He’s bursting out of his jeans he wants it so bad.”

“Oh. Oh, Nicky, you can jerk off, remember? Go ahead babe, please, let me see your pretty pink cock.” Joe says, “You can do it without looking, can’t you sweetheart?”

Nicky can’t nod or open his mouth so he just pops the button on his jeans and, with as little touching as possible, reveals his cock to the room. He presses his lips together hard to keep from making noise.

“Aw, it is pretty.” Booker says. Nicky gives himself a squeeze at that, so turned on it hurts. He can only imagine how Joe feels.

He can hear people moving around. Nile explains “Andy and I are tired of craning our necks over the table, we wanted to see if Booker was right.”

“And?” Andy asks. Nicky can picture her teasing smile. He’s fallen into the same rhythm he can hear Joe using above him and he’s already close.

“Yeah.” Nile says. “You are pretty, Nicky.”

“Covered in my come.” Joe adds, speeding up, “Being so good, so quiet. I’ll get some on your cock this time too, babe.”

It’s a promise, clearly, because Nicky flinches again as Joe spurts weakly across his face. Hearing Joe move closer, feeling his come drip onto Nicky’s cock, sets him off. He makes a strangled noise from the back of his throat that he barely manages not to gasp around as he comes onto the kitchen floor.

Nicky hears Joe collapse back into his chair and takes the opportunity to fall shakily onto his hands and knees. His cock is still hanging out of his jeans and he keeps his face tilted up too, but he’s breathing hard through his nose as he comes down from the high of that last joint climax. Someone brings over a wet towel, just to swipe across his eyes. They have to rub it out of his eyelashes. Nicky realizes he can open his mouth now and does it just to groan at the sensation.

When the towel goes away, Joe taps on his nose and says “Look at me.”

Nicky opens his eyes. Joe's legs are spread wide and he’s still got himself in hand, holding gently, looking rubbed raw and gorgeous.

“Can you speak, Nicky? You feel good?” Joe asks. He can probably read the answer in Nicky’s eyes and his body language but Nicky knows he needs to hear it too.

“Si, grazie.” Nicky manages. When he talks he can feel the dried streaks on his face. It’s disgusting. He wants it off immediately and knows it’s going to be a long day of that feeling. He must make a face because everyone laughs and the humiliation burns, makes him feel like squirming and asking for more.

They talked about this, so it shouldn’t be surprising but when Nile and Booker’s hands come down and haul him to his feet, he slumps into their hold gratefully before he manages to stand. Andy zips him back into his pants, saying, “This is where I’d kiss your cheek but, Nicky? Not even for you.” He laughs.

Everybody but Joe collapses onto the couch, sticking close to Nicky and grounding him, putting on some innocuous tv drama. Joe follows after them, handing Nicky a glass of water.

“Don’t let it drip.” Joe warns, teasing but serious about the punishment. Nicky flushes, watching Joe’s eyes dart around his face and go dark. Joe does kiss him then, a gentle press of lips, and turns to sit against the front of the couch between Nicky’s legs, boneless.

“So, what do we think?” Booker says, flipping through channels, “Football? News? Romantic comedy? Porn?”

He gets hit from three directions. “Okay okay, enough of that for one day.”

“You want porn just look at Nicky’s face.” Andy grumbles. They all do and laugh. Nicky’s face burns and itches. He hates it, it feels so good. All day, he thinks, Joe’s hand settling warmly around his ankle. All day.