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NEW HERE: Needs of the Other 18D/20
Date: 2020-11-19 05:38 pm (UTC)———————————————-
Part 18D
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(Nicolo)
Somewhere outside of Alexandria, 12th century
“No, you had enough,” Nicolo said as he frowned. “Do you not think you are asking for too much?”
Brown eyes stared up unblinking.
Nicolo set his jaw.
“No,” Nicolo repeated, firmer.
He could see himself in those eyes. They seemed brighter the longer they gazed up at him in a silent plea.
Shoulders slumping, Nicolo sighed.
“Just this once,” Nicolo warned as he bent down.
A chuckle reached Nicolo’s ears.
“You say that each time.”
Nicolo glared over his shoulder at Yusuf leaning against the house. Yusuf decided to pull up sleep trousers, but wrapped the blanket around his bare torso instead of pulling on his tunic.
“You complain I woke you when I rose to feed the chickens and yet here you are,” Nicolo complained as he reached for the bucket by his feet. He scooped a small amount of seed into a hand. He turned back and blinked.
All three hens were by his feet.
Yusuf chuckled again. “See what you have wrought? You have spoiled them. It is a miracle they can still walk about. I would think you were fattening them up for a meal than for eggs.”
Nicolo looked down at the birds peering hopefully up at him and his hand.
“They looked hungry,” Nicolo said weakly as he cast out the seeds in a low arc so they would not have to totter far. One loitered long enough to affectionately peck his sandal before chasing after the others for its share.
Arms wrapped around Nicolo’s middle from behind.
“They are chickens, hobi,” Yusuf murmured into the crook of Nicolo’s left shoulder. “They always look hungry.”
Nicolo leaned into Yusuf’s searching mouth.
“Is this why you insist on feeding me so much?” Nicolo asked. He turned his head, but Yusuf was now nibbling down the line of his other shoulder.
“I always look hungry?” Nicolo turned towards that shoulder, but Yusuf went back to his left shoulder again.
“Yes,” Yusuf said too seriously. “You look like I have never fed you.”
“I have always looked like this. I can feed myself,” Nicolo retorted. He canted his head back to the left. “I have since I was a chi—will you hold still?”
Nicolo huffed, exasperated when Yusuf’s lips went back to his right shoulder. Yusuf snickered as his lips skimmed up to under Nicolo’s ear, darting away when Nicolo turned that way.
“Yusuf,” Nicolo grumbled. He twisted around to face Yusuf instead.
With a snort, Yusuf loosened his grip so Nicolo could turn. He tugged the blanket over his shoulders to cover Nicolo’s as well.
“Mm, morning, my Nicolo,” Yusuf murmured. His beard tickled Nicolo’s chin as he dropped small kisses on Nicolo’s cheeks.
“Morning?” Nicolo scoffed. “The sun is up. We should break fast and head into the village.”
“The sun has only risen. The sky is yet to reflect the blue of your eyes! Come back to bed. There is time for many things besides food.”
Yusuf always said the oddest things.
“My eyes are not blue,” Nicolo muttered, but he did not step away. Yusuf’s blanket was warm and comfortable around him. “My eyes are a dull gray that poorly reflects the sky.”
“Hobi,” Yusuf murmured. He picked at a corner of the blanket. He smiled with a tinge of sorrow Nicolo did not understand. Yusuf brushed a thumb under Nicolo’s eye. He turned, Nicolo now under his arm, the blanket still draped over both of them.
“I should check the nets,” Nicolo reminded Yusuf, who took the feed bucket before Nicolo could. He found himself steered towards their dwelling. “Yusuf...”
Yusuf hung the bucket out of reach of the hens on a peg. “We can check later.”
“We should head to the village when there is more daylight. I know it has been two weeks, but the village is still—“
“We will, but food first. No, bed first and then food.”
Nicolo huffed, grumbling under his breath. But then Yusuf tugged Nicolo against his side, his body warm, solid and smelling somehow of sleep.
“We do not have time,” Nicolo sighed even as he hunched into the shelter of the blanket and Yusuf’s arm.
Yusuf’s lips brushed over Nicolo’s temples.
“We do have time,” Yusuf murmured into Nicolo’s hair. “All the time in the world and I want to savor each moment. We will make time, my heart. Yea?”
Nicolo slowly nodded. As soon as they opened the door, he turned into Yusuf’s eager mouth.
Yusuf tasted of mint tea. His hands were soft as they slipped under Nicolo’s tunic. The blanket was tossed over their heads and into their bed.
Nicolo sank into Yusuf’s embrace, trusting Yusuf would not let him fall as he was walked backwards to their bed. He smoothed hands over the hair over the shape of Yusuf's chest. It never ceases to intrigue him how the dark hairs sprung up against his fingers, how thick and soft they grew in the shallow valley of his muscles, how Yusuf's nipples flushed and hardened yet felt smooth under his fingers.
The growing damp spot in the front of Yusuf’s trousers promised little sleep. And there was much to do before they return to the village. The barrels needed to be filled. Izem's footwork needed to be quicker. Some of the stalls were still reluctant to hide weapons within their spaces, not believing in the danger.
But Yusuf’s hands swept over his body, letting his warmth seep into Nicolo’s skin. His fingers kneaded the spaces between the knots of his spine, sending heat flooding in the bottom of his belly.
If they were quick, maybe there would be—yes, Yusuf was right, they can make time. There is time for—
When Nicolo’s legs struck their pallet, he automatically sat down. And when he sat on the bed, he realized he was not because he was...sinking?
Nicolo yelped, flailed and sprang back up to his feet.
Yusuf startled, stumbling back when Nicolo collided against his chest.
“What?” Nicolo turned around, but there was not a hole in their bed as he expected, but a thick padding he recognized was what Yusuf worked on for weeks.
Yusuf shook against him. He tried to stifle his laughter, but it burst free the moment Nicolo tentatively reached behind him and gave the bed a poke.
“What...” Yusuf could barely speak around his mirth. “What did you think it was?”
“I thought there was a hole,” Nicolo said weakly.
Yusuf sputtered, failing miserably to repeat what Nicolo said. Now Nicolo was the one holding him up.
“I felt myself falling,” Nicolo grumbled. He eyed Yusuf and added, “I thought you broke the bed again.”
Sure enough, Yusuf’s chuckles dried up. He glowered at Nicolo.
“I did not break the bed.”
“The hole was nearly the size of my fist,” Nicolo reminded Yusuf. “It took us two days to find a plank to fix the bed.”
Yusuf grumbled under his breath. His cheer returned. He turned Nicolo back to the bed.
“What do you think?” Yusuf murmured into Nicolo’s ear from behind. He wrapped his arms around Nicolo’s chest. He clasped their hands together.
Yusuf was taller than Nicolo. Not by much although there were times Yusuf felt like a mountain in comparison. In truth, it meant Yusuf fitted into Nicolo, their bodies tucked into each curve and angle. Nothing could get in-between them.
Like right now, Yusuf’s chest seemed to seal against Nicolo’s shoulders. His groin, his cock, pressed into the curve of Nicolo's lower back. Yusuf’s chin, his soft beard, the round tip of his nose slotted against Nicolo’s nape perfectly.
They were two halves of a whole, Nicolo thought as Yusuf tucked Nicolo against him. Yusuf started to sway and Nicolo moved with him.
“The bed?” Yusuf prodded, pulling Nicolo from his thoughts.
Nicolo studied the pallet and its thick padding.
“It is thicker,” Nicolo allowed, “But when I sat down, I sank. I was sure I would fall to the floor.”
“Ah, Nicolo,” Yusuf chuckled by Nicolo’s ear. “It is like sleeping on a cloud, rocked by waves of softness, swaying and floating as if you were flying.”
“It sounds alarming,” Nicolo confessed. “Did I tell you I can get seasick?” The first week on the ship, crammed with others, Nicolo was sick for days, too ill to protest when others took his bowl of gruel and discussed who would take what belongings after he was dead. He did not die. But others did from rancid meat or seasickness later in their journey to war.
“It will not make you sick,” Yusuf chuckled, but his jest was not cruel. He continued to sway them both on their feet, shifting left to right and back.
“It will spare you the discomfort of your lower back,” Yusuf murmured. His arms tightened around Nicolo. “When I ease into you.”
Nicolo blinked. “Oh. You do not wish me on my hands and knees then?”
Yusuf hugged Nicolo even tighter. “I wish to see you when we make love.”
Nicolo dropped his head back. At this height, it was awkward to rest his head on Yusuf’s shoulder, but this way, he could see Yusuf’s mouth and the curled lashes that graced Yusuf’s smiling eyes.
“I would like to see you as well,” Nicolo said. He liked how Yusuf called it, what they will do. He squeezed Yusuf’s hands around him. “I would like that very much.”
“I kept some of our catches.” Yusuf rubbed his nose into Nicolo’s hair. “And bartered the meat and some of the pelts in exchange.”
Nicolo mourned the loss of Yusuf’s heat along his back when he pulled free. He sat down by the table and watched as Yusuf pulled out what looked like a long roll wrapped in burlap from under their pallet. Yusuf sat down on their bed.
“Exchange for what? I presume this is not a new sword?” Nicolo said as Yusuf cut off the strings that bound the roll together.
“I do not need a new sword,” Yusuf scoffed. “I got something I thought you and I need.”
Nicolo’s eyebrow rose when Yusuf let the roll unfurl across the bed. The sheen of fur rippled out in a long dark blanket that covered most of the pallet.
“There was not enough pelts but I had the softest ones stitched together.” Yusuf smoothed a palm over the combined furs. Light caught under Yusuf’s hand. The furs gleamed.
Yusuf captured Nicolo's hand and tugged him closer.
Nicolo gingerly sat on the edge of their bed. He could see Yusuf's amusement when Nicolo pressed down a palm into the padding, jerking his hand back when it sank.
The furs felt like water slipping between Nicolo's fingers. He tried to identify the creatures who gave them these furs, but he could not. Yusuf remembered each one though. He will ask Yusuf later.
"It feels soft," Nicolo admitted. "I do not think I have felt anything like this." He dimly remembered one of the priests that once visited the monastery. He had unpleasant eyes and smiled too broadly at some of the children. He owned a cloak with a fur collar that he invited the children to sit on his lap and touch. Nicolo did not. It was white, but it did not glint or look like it felt gentle as the one that lay between him and Yusuf.
“I would have you on top of folds of the finest silk, slick with the sweetest oils if I could,” Yusuf rasped. His eyes appeared almost as dark as night as he stared at Nicolo.
“I would have you resting in a magnificent room, in a magnificent palace, belly full of the finest foods before I open you up slow and careful, coax your body to accept me.”
Yusuf grimaced sadly at the bed. He patted the pelts.
“But at best, I hope warm food and a bed gentle on your back and soft against your skin would suffice.”
Nicolo’s throat worked. “Yusuf, I...” He stared at the fur. He considered Yusuf’s fingers currently stroking the pelts. He warmed, thinking of later and those same fingers stroking him inside deep, intimate places.
“I was your first,” Yusuf said, “And while I have had before you, these moments with you are the most precious to me. I want to join you in heart and in flesh and I want to show you...to promise you...”
Yusuf caressed the fur, but his eyes were on Nicolo.
“...that you will be my last, Nicolo di Genova,” Yusuf croaked. “There will be no other. There can be no other. As I have you, you will have me forever.”
Nicolo smiled, tried, but his face felt strange. Like it was not sure if it wanted to twist into joy or crumble into weeping for relief. He closed his eyes. There was too much in him to think straight.
“Nicolo?” Yusuf was now crouched by Nicolo’s side. He gazed up, warm brown eyes and gentle mouth.
Yusuf felt like he was as big as a mountain again. Nicolo struggled for words, something would match the enormity of Yusuf’s generosity.
“The...the same,” Nicolo choked out. Inside, he was appalled. The same? It was all the words he could think of in return?
Nicolo roughly shook his head.
“I am an idiot. I am sorry. The same? I should have the words you deserve and all I can thin—the same?”
“You and I, hobi,” Yusuf said. He rose to his feet and stepped in closer. His hip brushed over Nicolo’s shoulder.
“Remember? There is no need for anything else.”
“You and I,” Nicolo whispered. He dropped his head against Yusuf’s stomach. He sighed. Yusuf slipped a hand over the back of his head.
“I do not need silk,” Nicolo mumbled into Yusuf’s stomach, “I do not need the softest bed. I do not need the finest foods. The finest thing I could ever want is you.”
Nicolo tipped his head up. His eyes felt gritty. Yusuf blurred above him like an unattainable vision.
“And somehow I have you,” Nicolo said, “As you have me. You will be my first. You will also be my last, for I do not need another. You and I.”
“And you said you did not have the words,” Yusuf said thickly. He ran fingers down Nicolo’s hair.
“Tonight,” Yusuf said. His fingers gathered Nicolo’s hair and squeezed the strands curled in his grasp.
“Tonight, let us lay on this bed and make our promises of forever to each other. Hm? What do you say, my heart?”
“You and I,” Nicolo murmured.
Yusuf kissed the top of Nicolo’s head.
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I forgot November was the month of feasting for me and family. Last weekend and the upcoming Thanksgiving?! Oh boy. Thank goodness I get Black Friday off. True, I could have used the OT, but the day to digest after Thursday is welcomed, too. LOL.
Please note: I'm anti-fur, however, 12th century resources are what they are. There weren't malls out there--OMG, can you imagine our boys encountering the first mall? Hee.
More in a few hours. I go be an adult now. Reluctantly. LOL.
Re: NEW HERE: Needs of the Other 18D/20
Date: 2020-11-19 06:56 pm (UTC)