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It’s sticky in the dingy club Joe’s found. Sticky, and cramped, and loud. He’s barely even wearing clothing- if a mesh shirt and jeans so ripped they’re practically hanging off of his body count as clothing. The music is just thrumming bass notes that he can feel in his feet, down to the tips of his toes. He’s dancing just to dance, really, not with anyone. A few guys had come up behind him, swaying their hips and rocking against him. They all eventually puttered off when he didn’t respond to their invitations to the bathroom, far too content to let the alcohol in his system and the music carry him away.
He’s not even sure what time it is before he stumbles home. He knows it’s late, or early, something like that. It’s pitch black outside and freezing, and he has to wrap his arms around himself just to keep any body heat. His teeth chatter, the walk longer than it should be due to the two (three?) long island iced teas still running their course through his bloodstream. Joe can already tell that he’s going to have a killer headache in the morning.
Joe manages to make it up the stairs to his apartment complex without falling, which he counts as a win. Honestly, he’s ready to chalk it up as a successful night.
Until he gets to his door. Because when he gets to his door, he pats around in his pocket for his keys. Which he does not have. Because they’re in the leather jacket he wore to the club, which is probably (hopefully) still slung over one of the barstools. He groans loudly and rests his forehead against his door, trying hard to get his braincells to wake up enough to deal with the situation at hand.
It’s late, the club will be closed by the time he gets home. His phone is dead, too, so he can’t even call to see if they have it. All of his friends live at least a half hour walk away, something he really doesn’t want to do this time of night, drunk and dressed in his sluttiest mesh. That leaves sliding down to the floor and wallowing, which he does without hesitation.
It’s not until he’s already sitting, head lolling between his shoulder blades, that he sees the door diagonal to his own and just across the hall, that he remembers.
Joe uses the door to support him as he stands, his tummy doing a little flip- though he can’t tell if he’s nervous or if he’s about to throw up. He sincerely hopes it’s the former.
He knocks on his neighbors door, cringing as he remembers what time of night it must be. He’s not even expecting an answer, but of course, of course he does.
Nicky doesn’t look like he’s been sleeping again, which comes as no surprise given the fact that Joe had heard him coming home at one in the morning for the past week (not that he’d been listening, or anything. They’ve got thin walls, okay?). His pretty, soft hair sticks up all over his head, and he’s wearing those soft pajamas he always uses to pick up his mail in the mornings. The sweater has a dozen holes in the neckline and the pants look to be about three sizes too large, but they look softer than anything. Joe has to resist the urge to nuzzle into him.
Nicky takes a moment to process before his eyes go wide, likely taking in Joe’s appearance. He blinks a few times.
“Joe?” He asks, voice all low and husky. “Is everything alright?”
God, Joe’s in love with him. Nicky looks like a sleep deprived racoon. He wants to kiss his face. Maybe some other places.
No, no, he came over here for a reason.
“Yeah, I’m good,” Joe says, attempting to sound as normal as possible. “I was just wondering- I locked myself out. Do you still have my spare?”
Joe had given Nicky a key to his apartment to feed his fish while he was visiting his family in Tunis, because he’d mentioned that he was leaving to Nicky once while they were in the elevator and he just offered, like that, with a stupid little grin and ‘What are neighbors for, right’, because Nicky is perfect and designed specifically to drive Joe insane.
Nicky clocks the way his speech slurs and his eyebrows furrow. Even when he’s concerned, Nicky’s cute.
“Yeah, I do. Wait here a moment?”
He nods, because there’s nothing else to do, and stands awkwardly in the open doorway to Nicky’s place. It’s the same layout as his, only mirrored, and with so many more books. Pretty much every space in Joe’s apartment is covered in come sort of canvas or paper, but Nicky’s is chock full of books. They sit in piles on the floor, on the windowsill, the couch. Joe’s been in there a few times before, for dinner and a movie with some other friends when they were celebrating Nicky being done with med school. He hadn’t known a single person there, but it was worth it to see Nicky grin and the soft little hug, the private ‘thank you for coming’. The way Nicky smiled that day haunted Joe’s memory for weeks.
When the man himself reappears, he holds up the keychain with the plastic figure of Bambi dangling from it, alongside the key. He even goes so far as to open the door up for him and get him inside. Once Joe’s let in, he takes a deep sigh and lets his feet drag, immediately sitting down on the rug to take off his combat boots.
It’s Nicky’s turn to stand in the doorway now, watching him idly. He gets tired of watching Joe struggle with the laces and closes the door behind him, crouching to help him.
“Sorry,” Joe says a bit pitifully. “I double knotted them. I don’t normally do that.”
“It’s okay,” Nicky replies quietly, flashing Joe a reassuring look before helping him to pry the boot off his foot, then repeating the process with the other. When they’ve managed that much, Nicky gives him a funny sort of look. “Do you need help with anything? How are you feeling?”
Joe grins, because he can’t not. “You’re so kind Nicky. So- You don’t need to be worried about me. I went dancing.” As if to prove his point, he busts out the best moves he can while sitting on the floor, which consists of a vague flopping of his arms to an imaginary beat. Nicky giggles- fucking giggles- at the display.
“Is that so?” His eyes scan over Joe’s mesh shirt. They give him that look again, the one he couldn’t sus out earlier. “Well, ah. I will let you get to bed.”
Joe doesn’t know why he grabs Nicky’s leg, but he does. It’s probably the alcohol. Maybe also the need to have him close. To not go to sleep alone tonight, when Nicky is right here. It’s selfish, and he knows he’ll hate himself in the morning, but he doesn’t care.
It’s been three years. Three years of Joe pining over Nicky- first from afar, when it was just glances at him when they passed in the hall. Then he had to go and give Joe the leftover cookies when he made to much, and take care of his fish, and invite him places, and send him premade meals because he jokes that Joe doesn’t know how to eat anything that isn’t reheated in a microwave. Three years of Andy begging Joe to either ask Nicky out or move the fuck on, because everyone is tired of hearing him talk about Nicky all the time.
Three years. There had to have been a breaking point, right?
He grips Nicky’s leg and looks up at him, hoping he doesn’t look as desperate as he feels. “Don’t go?”
Nicky’s eyes seem shocked, but he carefully starts to move Joe’s hands. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. You’ve been drinking, you should get some rest. We can talk in the morning, okay?”
But Joe just shakes his head, clutching him tighter. He rises up onto his knees and licks his lips. “Don’t go. Please, Nicky. I want you.”
“You what?”
Fuck. Joe is really going to hate himself in the morning.
But, in for a penny, in for a pound.
“I want you,” He says earnestly, leaning back on his calves. This is a good view of Nicky, looking up at him. “I could suck your dick, if you want? I’d make it so good, Nicky, I promise, just don’t go.”
Nicky stares at him in utter disbelief. “You don’t- Joe, you’re drunk.”
“I know, I know, but I want you. I’ll want you when I’m sober, too,” Joe says. “I wanted you yesterday. And the day before. And the month before that. And the six months before that. And not just in the- the horny way. I want to hold your hand so much, and watch you cook, and maybe make you coffee in the morning. A lot of things.”
Nicky stays quiet, lips pursed. He crouches again and cups Joe’s face and oh, Joe could sing. Nicky’s palms are wide and work worn and fucking huge, and it takes everything in his power not to let his eyes slip closed.
“If that’s true, you can talk to me in the morning,” He says gently. “Until then, you should sleep. Goodnight, Yusuf.”
And just like that, Nicky detangles himself from Joe’s arms and flees the apartment, shutting the door behind him and leaving Joe alone to mope.
He does for a good while, before he realizes that he’s cold and he’s tired and his mesh shirt keeps getting caught on his nipple piercings in an uncomfortable way. Joe trudges off to his bedroom and strips entirely nude before falling into bed, sleep hitting him quickly enough that it doesn’t give him time to think about what the fuck he’s just done.
*
Joe wakes slowly on a good day. When he’s hungover so bad he thinks he’d kill the sun just to ease his headache, he wakes even slower. It’s due to the general disgust and death hanging over him that it takes him almost a half an hour of sitting half-alive in his bed before he remembers the night before- leaving his jacket at the club, wandering home, Nicky.
He shoots up straight in bed- a move he immediately regrets when his headache sends a bolt of lightning through his skull. He groans, both because he fucking hates himself and because if someone doesn’t figure out how to make blackout curtains for his brain he’s going to claw his own eyes out.
What the fuck was he thinking? Joe buries his hands in his face, cold shame shuddering down his back. He can’t remember what exactly he said, but he remembers the look on Nicky’s face and-
It wasn’t good.
Joe’s gone and fucked it up, when there wasn’t even anything to fuck up. The worst part is knowing that when he inevitably knocks on Nicky’s door again to apologize, he’s not going to treat Joe any differently. Joe knows that about him. Nicky will let him down gently, or play it off as a joke, and they’ll go on being sort of friends, and Joe will have to sit in misery knowing he cocked up his chance with the guy he’s been infatuated with for three years because of a bad night of drinking and trying to ignore his artist’s block. And he’ll deserve it too, is the thing. He had this whole plan in mind- asking Nicky to dinner at his place, making it romantic, home cooking something to thank Nicky, to prove he can, to let it be sweet and steady like Nicky deserves. His plan had definitely not involved begging Nicky to let him suck his dick.
It takes him another hour of hiding under his covers before Joe decides he can’t stand the grime sitting on his body anymore and hauls himself up to take a hot shower. The curls don’t get a full wash, but he remembers to cover them up at least so they don’t go insane. He scrubs the rest of him as hard as he can without drawing blood, hoping it’ll take away the shit feeling crawling beneath his skin (it doesn’t).
Joe reluctantly turns the water off and towels himself dry before pulling on sweatpants and a hoodie. He looks around his kitchen for anything he can use as a peace offering, but the best he’s got is half a Kitkat.
He’s going to have to do this dry. Fuck.
With a deep breath and a moment to mourn, he walks out into the hallway. He pauses in front of Nicky’s door, fist already posed to knock. He has no idea what he’s going to say yet. Grovel, probably, tell Nicky he didn’t mean a word and potentially try to salvage something. Anything.
Joe knocks three times, quickly before his courage takes off down the hall. Nicky opens the door not too long after. He never makes Joe wait, even if he’s busy.
He’s wearing his scrubs already, little name badge with his lovely lopsided smile grinning from the laminated piece of plastic pinned to the shirt pocket. The dark circles under his beautiful eyes seem darker today, but it doesn’t stop Nicky from copying his photo ID to give Joe a tired recreation of that grin.
“Hey.”
“Hey.” Joe stuffs his hands in his pockets. “Look, about last night-“
Nicky shushes him and purses his lips. “No, uhm- wait. One minute. Can you come inside?”
Joe nods. Nicky steps back to allow him in and ushers him to the couch. Before Joe can try and get a read on his face, Nicky disappears into the kitchen, reappearing a few seconds later with coffee. It’s black, and Joe never drinks black coffee, but he still sips at it when Nicky pushes the Christmas mug decorated with snowmen into his hands.
“There,” Nicky says. If Joe didn’t know any better, he’d think Nicky looks nervous. “Morning conversations are best had with caffeine, no?”
He smiles softly, something twinging in his heart. “Definitely. Thank you.” He pauses, shoulders slumping in on themselves. “I just wanted to apologize. About how I acted.”
“Oh.”
Something in Nicky sags. Joe doesn’t know how to parse it, so he barrels on.
“It was inappropriate to talk to you that way, especially after you did me a favor. Thank you so much for letting me in, by the way.”
“Don’t mention it,” Nicky says, almost robotically. He chews his bottom lip. “So- those things you said…”
Joe gulps.
There’s a coin toss going on in his head. He could always lie, say it was just the booze talking, and maybe hope to laugh it off. Or, if he’s reading Nicky correctly right now, (and that’s a pretty big if), he could tell him the truth, it might just be received well. Option 1 definitely looks like the stronger contender- until he can hear Andy’s chiding voice in his head, telling him to man the fuck up and tell Nicky the truth.
Fuck it. Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it. If it goes down in flames, at the very least he might be able to move on and start painting something other than Nicky’s eyes.
“The things I said,” Joe starts slowly. “They were true. I wish I would have said them better than that, though.”
He looks up at Nicky, who’s been standing since he got back to the kitchen, cradling the mug in his hands like a stuffed toy. It has a cherub on the front, getting hit in the butt with a heart arrow. Nicky’s face is hard to read, and he’s chewing his lip again.
“I like you, Nicky. I know this was a really bad start, but I’d love to take you out to dinner sometime.”
Nicky exhales through his nose and sends him a piercing look, like he’s dissecting Joe’s thoughts in the air between them. When that doesn’t yield the results he wants, he sighs again and sets his mug down on the table before sitting on the couch next to Joe.
He doesn’t make eye contact with Joe as he speaks. Nicky’s leg bounces restlessly. “Joe, I’m going to tell you something before I respond, okay?”
“…Okay?”
“I’m trans.”
Joe blinks a few times. That… was not what he was expecting Nicky to say.
“Oh. Okay.”
Nicky’s eyes shoot over to him, and the scared look he sees makes Joe want to rip apart whoever gave him cause to look like that.
“Okay?”
Joe turns to face him better, setting his own mug down to join Nicky’s so that he can have his hands free. “That doesn’t change anything for me. What I said still applies.”
When Nicky breathes, it’s all shaky. “I- I don’t know. Sometimes guys feel differently when they find out.”
“I don’t. I’m still pretty infatuated with you, actually.”
He laughs, and Joe feels like he’s won a fucking award, earning that laugh. “Oh, that’s good. Because I’m pretty infatuated with you too.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes. Yeah.”
They both stare at each other for a few long moments. Joe becomes hyperaware of how close they are right now, how their faces are only inches apart. He’s just- he’s overwhelmed, right now, and honestly a bit in shock that Nicky likes him back, and maybe he’s just pushing his luck with the universe right now, but three years of waiting have made him a little impatient.
Joe tilts his head forward, so that his and Nicky’s breath starts to mingle. “Can I kiss you? I feel like I need to kiss you.”
Nicky nods his head eagerly. “Yeah. Yes. Please.”
Joe grins and lets their lips meet.
He’s thought (a lot) about what kissing Nicky would feel like. He’s wondered if Nicky would be commanding, if it would be conquering. Or maybe soft, sweet like his smile. Maybe shy, maybe biting. He’s come up with a thousand different scenarios.
Not a single one lives up to the real thing. They’re all embarrassing mockeries in the face of Nicky’s kiss. Because it’s all of those. Nicky’s hand slides up to cradle his face, fingers scratching into his beard and the other curling around his hand. His lips are soft and taste like coffee, but they lead the kiss as it progresses from the short, chaste thing Joe had started it as to something deeper, something that has a groan pulling up from all the way inside his chest. Nicky whimpers, ever so quietly, when Joe moves a hand to thread into the hair at the back of his head. That sound alone has Joe half hard in his sweats and attempting to lean over to conceal it.
They break apart, both panting. Nicky’s eyes are blown wide.
“Joe-“
“Nicky-“
They both chuckle, staring at each other wide-eyed. He can see something in Nicky’s face, the same thing he’s feeling in himself.
“What the fuck is happening,” Joe says, shaking his head in disbelief. “This is definitely moving too fast. Right? We should wait. Take it slow.”
“You’re right. We should wait.”
They sit there a moment longer, lips still shining and wet with each other’s spit. Joe watches Nicky’s tongue dart out to trace the line of his lower lip, and oh-
“Or,” Joe suggests. “We could do this now. That way there’s no pressure, later on.”
Nicky nods. “That is a very good point, Joe. I think that would be very- very wise.”
They share another breath. Joe searches Nicky’s face- he’s pretty sure that Nicky is on the same page, but he needs something to show him that he’s not insane, that this isn’t three years of pining over the same guy driving him to do something stupid. Nicky nods, just a little, just enough, and smiles at him.
“Joe…”
“Okay. Okay.” He looks around a bit, taking notice of the fact that they’re both still in Nicky’s living room, and the widows are wide open. “Bedroom?”
Nicky surges up and grabs his hand, pulling him down the hall. Joe really doesn’t need to be led, his own apartment is the same layout only mirrored, but he likes getting to feel the way Nicky’s fingers circle around his hand.
Nicky’s bedroom is warm, simple. There are a few lamps on the floor spilling golden light everywhere, and the bed looks like a nest of thick, soft blankets. There’s another pile of books on the floor by the bed, though these all appear to be romance novels- a fact that is not entirely lost on him. He wants to ask, but then Nicky is kissing him again, and there are much more pressing things, like sliding his hands up to Nicky’s waist and getting to touch the soft skin on Nicky’s hips beneath his scrubs.
Joe lets his hands wander up further, dragging the fabric along with them. Nicky kisses him slowly, but with all the same intensity as his stare. His wide palms are holding the back of his neck, fingers weaving into the curls just at the bottom of his hairline. Joe whines, embarrassingly, at one experimental tug.
Nicky pulls back to give him a look, one eyebrow raising questioningly. Joe can feel himself blushing and occupies himself with stripping Nicky’s shirt off of him, immediately taken by the sight he’s offered. He knew Nicky was fit, but he’s- well, he’s fucking perfect, to be honest. The kind of muscle on his stomach that’s still soft, his waist slim in comparison to the broad line of his shoulders. Two long, thin scars trace the upper line of his ribs. They’ve long since healed over, but they still carry a light blush pink that carries into his nipples. He brushes a touch over one, gauging Nicky’s reaction.
He huffs and shakes his head. “Sorry, not a lot of sensation after the surgery. But, ah…”
Nicky takes one of Joe’s hands and pulls it up further, until it circles around his neck. Joe groans, partially at the look Nicky gives him and partially at his own hand curling around Nicky’s throat. A shudder goes through Nicky as Joe tightens his grip slightly, biting his lip.
“Shit, Nicky,” Joe says, breathless. “Are you sure?”
He nods and presses Joe’s hand into him even harder, his gaze flicking back down to Joe’s mouth. Joe takes that as an invitation to kiss him again, keeping his grip while he does, his other hand snaking down to tuck into the waistband of Nicky’s pants. Nicky makes these lovely noises as he draws their bodies together, and Joe can’t help but chase them- with his tongue, too, licking into the soft heat of Nicky’s mouth.
“What do you want?” Joe asks, once they pull away again.
Nicky blinks a few times, still a little arousal-stunned. “I think I want you to fuck me. Badly.” His eyes drag down. “And I think I want both of us to be wearing less clothes.
Joe grins back at him. “Agreed.”
They unwillingly take a step away from each other to shed their clothes, both of them clumsy and hasty. Neither are trying to make a show out of it, but they watch each other anyway. Joe catches a glance at Nicky’s legs, his thighs. He’d known Nicky’s legs were well built, but seeing them like this… He’s already thinking of the things he wants to do to them. One of them being sucking as many marks as he can to the sweet, soft-looking flesh at the inside.
Nicky seems to be having a similar experience watching Joe, frozen with his briefs hanging off of one ankle as he looks at Joe. Joe’s aware that he probably looks like shit after last night, and he hasn’t been to the gym in a few days so he’s not as toned as he’d like to be, but Nicky still licks his lips at the sight.
“You are,” Nicky gulps. “Very attractive.”
Joe surges forward and presses Nicky back into the bed, setting up on top of the mound of blankets and throwing Nicky’s underwear off to the side somewhere.
“You are very attractive.” Joe affirms, sliding one leg in between Nicky’s. He’s already so slick that Joe’s thigh slides smoothly against him, grinding in tight motions. Nicky clings to his back, nails leaving crescent moon shaped indents. “God, Nicky, you’re-“
Joe grinds down again, his own cock slipping against Nicky’s abdomen, and moans. He looks up at Nicky, mouth watering.
“Can I suck you off?”
Nicky grunts and rolls his hips up into him again before nodding, spreading his legs wide. Joe slips down, kissing the all the spots he can along the way until he’s situated, both of Nicky’s thighs bracketing his face. Nicky’s cock is hard, blushed a deep pink. His hole glistens sweetly, but Joe restrains himself.
He looks back up to Nicky. His blue eyes are blown wide, an arm thrown up over his head.
“Show me what you like?” Joe asks softly. “Or- tell me? Please?”
The side of Nicky’s mouth perks up in a grin. “You can start softly. Just- your tongue- like that, yes-“
Joe’s tongue traces over Nicky’s cock, breathing in the smell of Nicky’s bodywash- something fresh, like sea spray- and musk. He keeps it gentle as Nicky directed, though he guides Nicky’s latent hand that had been fidgeting in the sheets into his hair. He’s not planning on going anywhere after this anyway, it’s more than worth his curls getting mussed to have Nicky being the one pulling on them.
After a moment, Nicky clears his throat. “You can suck, too. And- you could finger me. I can take whatever you give me.”
Joe raises an eyebrow, tongue still occupied with toying the sensitive head. One of his fingers just dips ever so slightly into Nicky’s hole, testing how tight he is. Nicky is warm and soft inside, welcoming him in without a second thought. With how loose he is, Joe can slip another finger in right beside it with no issue. He wants to draw this out at least a little, to try and make up for the fact that he hasn’t even brought Nicky out on a proper date yet, but he still pumps them in and out slowly while his mouth begins to suck carefully at Nicky’s cock.
Nicky’s hips begin to twitch beneath him, sweet little noises escaping where his lips are pressed close together. Joe pulls off with a slick pop.
“I want to hear you. I like hearing you talk.”
Nicky blushes a bright red, letting his mouth fall open as Joe returns to what he was doing. “Okay. Okay. Uh- Fuck, Joe, your mouth-“ His eyes flutter shut for a second as Joe curls his fingers inside of him, and he can’t help the feeling of pride inside him that comes afterwards. “Right there. You don’t know- I’ve been thinking about you so much. You always go r-running with your shirt off, and you come back all sweaty. Drives me insane.”
Joe grins devilishly, something possessive and proud growling deep in his chest at the thought of Nicky being just as obsessed as he was. He pumps his fingers in faster, searching for the same spot to make his eyes roll back in his head. His own erection is leaking against the blanket, the little friction he gets driving him insane, but it’s secondary. Joe is more than content to focus on Nicky right now.
Nicky’s fully meeting his thrusts now, rolling his hips into Joe’s mouth. “You got those nipple piercings and I thought I’d loose my mind.” Joe twists his fingers again and Nicky gasps. “Shit. Joe, I need you inside me, soon. Please.”
“I will,” Joe promises, something mumbled against Nicky’s skin, though he doesn’t stop the motion of his fingers. “But first I want to make you come like this, okay?”
Nicky nods and throws his head back. “Yes. That’s- I’m close already, just keep doing that, please. You can add another finger, too.”
Joe prods his ring finger in alongside the others, groaning when it slips in without issue. “Nicky,” He teases. “Are you a size queen?”
He’s not expecting the whine to leave Nicky’s throat. “Maybe.”
Joe could die and go to heaven. He’s got absolutely no idea what he did to deserve this, but whatever in the universe saw fit to let Nicky be interested in him gets thanked many times over. He curls his fingers again, focusing on that sweet spot. He moves with Nicky, allowing him to fuck up into his face, shielding his teeth with his lips.
He can feel more than see Nicky come. The walls around his fingers tighten and twitch, come beginning to leak between the digits. The hand in Joe’s hair tightens and holds him down, and he can feel Nicky’s cock spasm against his tongue. He licks him through it, continuing to finger fuck him until he’s shuddering from overstimulation. When he does separate himself, a spiderweb of come follows him away. He’s sure his beard must be damp with Nicky. A part of him is immensely satisfied by the thought of being so claimed.
“Fuck,” Nicky says, laughing. “Kiss me?”
Joe doesn’t hesitate. He surges up, holding Nicky’s face while he licks into his mouth, allowing Nicky to taste himself on Joe’s tongue. One of Nicky’s strong thighs presses against his balls and Joe remembers his own arousal, whimpering into their kiss.
“Can I-“ Nicky’s hand loosely wraps around Joe’s cock. “I can repay the favor?”
Joe huffs. “I would love to, but I would still like to fuck you. And I’m not sure I’d hold out long enough for that.”
Nicky’s eyes turn a bit evil. “Oh?” His grip tightens a bit, and he swiftly nips at Joe’s lower lip when his mouth falls open. “Just from sucking me off?”
He tries not to let the blush show, but he’s sure it’s already spread to his chest. His cock jerks in Nicky’s grip, tight but unmoving. Nicky cocks his head, scanning him slowly. A full body shudder takes Joe, Nicky’s gaze a warm hold on him.
“Have you been thinking about it?” Nicky asks sincerely, though the lilt tells Joe that he intends to tease. “Imagining sucking me off?”
What else can Joe do but nod? His hips twitch, attempting to fuck into Nicky’s hand, but he’s given nothing. Nicky tuts at him and hot shame runs down his face.
“God, Joe. We will- we will be talking about this later, properly,” Nicky says sternly. “But for now, I’m going to ride you. You’re going to be good for me and wait for me to come first, alright?”
Joe groans and tucks his head into Nicky’s neck. “Nicky-“
Before he can even formulate what that thought was going to be, Nicky flips the both of them over so that he sits on top, thighs flexing to lift himself up, reaching beyond Joe to open up his nightstand to fish out a condom. He holds eye contact with Joe as he rips the foil with his teeth and rolls it down over Joe’s length, slowly. With a cocky little wink, he leans down for a second to slip the head of Joe’s cock into his mouth, letting his tongue cling to the underside before pulling off again.
“Nicky,” Joe repeats, eyebrows furrowed with how hard he’s trying to focus on not coming. “Please, I won’t last if you tease.”
“You will.” Nicky says simply. Still, he positions Joe’s cock up to his hole, letting the come still clinging to him create some slick. “You’ll last because I told you to, right Joe?”
Joe whimpers and clings to Nicky’s hips, eyes wide. It’s taking everything in his power to fuck up into him now, to hammer away. But he does. He remains still until Nicky finally slides down, letting his warmth envelop Nicky completely.
Nicky’s eyes flutter for a moment when he’s completely seated, shifting in small circles to test out the length. Joe bites down on his bottom lip, hard enough he’s surprised he hasn’t drawn blood.
“Good boy,” Nicky praises sweetly. Joe’s cock jerks again. “You’re just right, Joe, filling me up so nicely. Fucking perfect.”
Nicky tortures him a little longer by just grinding, watching the way Joe pants. His fingers carefully play with one of his nipple piercings, and he stoops down to bite at one when Joe hisses in approval. It makes him squirm, so aroused he swears he can feel it pulsing in his balls.
“Nicky, please.”
He cocks his head to the side again. “You sound good when you beg, Joe. Do it again.”
Damn this man. Damn him for knowing exactly how to pull him apart at the seams. Joe ignore the flush, this time, swallows down the shame that tickles at the back of his throat.
“Please fuck me,” Joe asks sincerely. “Please, Nicky, I need you to move, to do something-“
With that, Nicky rises up completely and begins to ride him in earnest, wasting no time to pick up speed. He rides Joe like he’s just as desperate as Joe feels, and it has Joe rising his hips up to meet him. He wants to give Nicky everything, everything and more. Nicky leans back on his hands on either side of Joe’s legs to give himself a better angle, throwing his head back when it hits him just right.
“Right there, Joe, you feel so good-“ Nicky pants, hips working hard. “Touch me, baby. Make me come.”
Joe licks his own hand, getting it properly wet before moving them down to rub Nicky’s cock. He strokes the head insistently, firmly, mouth falling open in hunger to see the way Nicky shudders. His thighs must be getting tired, but he’s close. Every part of Nicky is tensing, getting tight.
“Good boy, Joe. Such a good boy for me, making me feel so good.” Nicky throws his hips down again, hard, keeping up a punishing pace.
“Please, Nicky,” Joe whimpers, gritting his teeth. “I don’t know how much longer I-“
Nicky brings his head up, and the cruel look in his eye brings a moan out of Joe. “Not yet. Not until I’ve come baby.”
Joe nods. He plants his feet and begins to fuck Nicky properly, going hard and fast. It means that he has to stop his movements on Nicky’s cock, but he quickly picks that back up himself, rutting into his own palm. His shoulders tense in on themselves.
“Fuck. Fuck, I’m going to come- Joe-“ Nicky shudders, from head to foot, writhing in Joe’s lap as he fucks Nicky all the way through his orgasm. Nicky’s head lolls on his neck, breathing heavily and whimpering as he works through the aftershocks. Before Joe can come, Nicky pulls off of him, breathing heavily and pinning Joe’s hips down with a knee.
Joe cries out, legitimate tears springing to his eyes at the denial. “But- Nicky, please, I was good for you-“
“You were,” Nicky reassures, petting down his flank. “You were the best. I want you to come on my face, okay? I want you to mark me up.”
Oh. Well. Joe’s not going to argue with that. He pulls the condom off and tosses it in the wastebasket just next to the bed while Nicky slips down between his legs. He doesn’t do much more than mouth at Joe’s balls and look up at him, long lashes framing his pretty eyes. That’s all it takes, though, plus Joe fucking into his own fist before he’s coming in thick white ropes across Nicky’s face. It coats his proud nose. Some of it catches on his lips, and his tongue swipes up to collect it in his mouth. He crawls back up Joe’s body once he’s stopped twitching through the aftershocks and meets him in a slow, dirty kiss, pushing Joe’s come back into his own mouth. They both groan when he swallows it, the last remnants of their arousal leaving their body in a tender ache.
They lay with each other like that for a while, catching their breath, both sweaty and come-stained. Nicky lets himself collapse on top of Joe, wiping his face off with a tissue from the bedstand before tucking his nose into Joe’s neck. Joe can’t help but let his fingernails trace up and down his sides, trying to ground himself, to make sure this was all real.
“Well,” Joe says eventually, throat hoarse. “That was…”
“Yeah. That was.”
Joe tilts his head to see Nicky’s face. “Thank you for that.”
Nicky readjusts to look at him and smiles happily. “You’re welcome.”
“Are we still on for dinner? I’ll cook, even.”
Nicky raises an eyebrow at him. “Oh? Might have to pass in that case, I don’t feel like being a patient at my own hospital.”
Joe jostles him playfully. “I’ll be good, I promise. Plus, I can kiss you.”
As if to punctuate the point, Nicky pecks him softly on the mouth. “Tempting. Alright, you’ve convinced me.” He pokes his head over Joe to look at the clock on the nightstand. “I have to be at work in three hours. Shower?”
Joe groans and turns them both to lay on their sides so he can cuddle Nicky closer. “Any chance I can convince you to stay like this for a moment?”
Nicky looks at him a few long moments, scanning his face. Joe isn’t sure what Nicky sees, but he smiles softly. Joe really likes that smile. “I suppose. An hour, then a shower.” He kisses Joe again. “And then, maybe, when I get back we can see about dinner.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Joe says happily.
They both fall asleep in the warmth of their (probably ruined) blankets, content and sated.