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Nicky struggled to unlock the door to their hotel room with Joe plastered to his back, kissing his neck. They were coming down off a three week long job where they'd barely been able to brush hands, and he was as desperate as Joe to touch - he just didn't want to do it in the hallway of the very nice hotel that Copley had found them.
Finally the lock disengaged, and the two of them stumbled into the room. Nicky was sure that later he'd be able to appreciate the amenities the room offered, but right now he was focused on the bed - huge and gleaming white. "Joe! Joe - you need to stop for just a minute," he said, trying to break away from Joe who seemed determined to rut against him standing up.
He could feel Joe's reluctance as he peeled away, and Nicky turned around, cupping his hands around Joe's cheeks and pulling him in for a deep, fervent kiss. They fit together with an almost audible click as their tongues tangled together. Nicky let his hands slide up Joe's face, tangling in his hair and tugging lightly.
Joe growled playfully into Nicky's mouth, his hands sliding down Nicky's back to his ass, pulling him even closer. Nicky couldn't help but groan at his beloved's touch. Pulling away from Joe's mouth was an almost physical pain, but he whispered in Joe's ear. "Going to fuck me, my love? Make up for all that lost time?"
"Anything you want, ya amar, as long as I can keep touching you," Joe said, his voice a husky whisper of sound as he nipped at Nicky's ear.
"We're going to have to stop touching long enough to get naked," Nicky pointed out, trying to sound reasonable. He was fairly certain that he just sounded desperate.
Whimpering, Joe let go of Nicky gradually, and then it was a race to get naked, each of them stripping as fast as they could. Nicky was marginally faster, and he ducked into the bathroom of the room to snatch the bottle of lotion off the counter. They had better lube in their bags, but he didn't want to wait to dig it out.
By the time he was back in the room, Joe was totally, gloriously naked, his beautiful cock hard and pointed at his stomach. Nicky went weak in the knees, wanting nothing more than to go down and worship Joe's cock the way it deserved. But Joe had spotted the lotion in his hand, and snatched it away. "Tell me what you want?" Joe asked, his voice plaintive.
Nicky knew that tone of voice - Joe was being overwhelmed with choice and needed Nicky to take the lead.
That need steadied Nicky, let his concern for Joe push his own need back a little. When Joe was like this, he wanted to please, wanted to give Nicky anything he wanted, but he didn't want to have to make decisions. It was both easy and hard to give him the guidance he craved in those moments.
Nicky moved past him towards the bed, letting his fingers drag along Joe's chest. "Open me with your mouth?" he suggested.
Immediately Joe got the look on his face that Nile had described as "Anime eyes". Having watched a few of her cartoons with her, Nicky could see why she called it that. "Yes, yes, that I can do," Joe said eagerly.
"I know you can, my heart," Nicky said, lying down on the bed and spreading himself out for Joe to make himself comfortable.
The bed bounced as Joe fell onto it, pushing Nicky's legs further apart as he crawled up between them. Then Joe's big, beautiful hands were on his ass, spreading his cheeks. For just a moment, Nicky was embarrassed by the position, and then Joe's tongue was pressing against Nicky's hole, and Nicky forgot everything but his lover's touch.
Joe knew just what to do to make Nicky moan and whimper, and he was clearly pulling out all the stops. His tongue circled Nicky's hole before the tip pressed in, just a little ways, just enough for Nicky to remember all over again how much he loved being opened like this. He moaned, "Yes, Joe, that's perfect," as Joe gradually worked his way into Nicky's ass with his tongue.
One of Joe's hands slid under Nicky, wrapping around his cock and giving him a warm, tight place to thrust. Nicky couldn't control the way that his hips pushed back towards Joe's mouth, and then forward into his hand, and he groaned, long and low. "That's it, my love," he moaned "You're so good at that."
It was Joe's turn to moan, and the vibrations shook through Nicky, making him cry out. He knew that he could come from this, but he didn't want to - he wanted his lover's cock inside him. "F-fingers," he managed to gasp out. "Joe, give me your fingers."
Joe pulled back, and Nicky mourned the loss of his touch and his mouth, but then he could hear Joe fumbling with the bottle, trying to get the tiny cap off. Twisting, he held out his hand. "Give it to me," he said, putting some authority into his voice.
Handing it over without a word, Joe waited as Nicky opened the bottle and slicked two of his fingers on Joe's right hand. Capping the bottle loosely, Nicky dropped it on the bed next to his hip and sprawled back out. "Now, Joe," he said, still with that authority that Joe took so nicely.
Joe's slick fingers pressed at his entrance, and then slid in slowly, filling Nicky. It wasn't quite what he wanted - he wanted Joe's cock - but he knew that if he demanded that, it would pull Joe out of the trance he was in. He was always reluctant to hurt Nicky with his cock, even if Nicky would heal almost immediately. So Nicky wrapped his arms around a pillow and bit down as Joe used his fingers to finish taking him apart, the task that his mouth had started.
The tips of Joe's fingers grazed against Nicky's prostate, and NIcky cried out in pleasure, not caring if he could be heard outside the room. If he had his way, by the time they were done, the whole damn hotel would know that they'd been fucking, and how amazing Joe was at it. He could feel his muscles relaxing, Joe's fingers moving easier and faster, and he whimpered, lifting his hips so that Joe would go deeper, taking him apart from the inside out.
Finally, he couldn't stand another minute without Joe's cock inside of him, so he said, "Joe, stop." Instantly, Joe froze, clearly still in the mindset of obeying Nicky's wants. "I need your cock, Joe. Need it now."
Joe made a broken off noise, and then his fingers were sliding out of Nicky's hole, leaving him wanting and empty. Quickly and efficiently, Joe helped him get a pillow under his hips, opening him even further, and when NIcky handed him the lotion bottle, he could hear the sounds of Joe slicking up his cock.
Then there was the blunt, wet feel of the head of his cock at Nicky's entrance, pausing as if asking for permission, permission that Nicky readily granted. "Now, Joe, now," he gasped out, feeling as if there wasn't enough air in the room. Joe didn't pause to ask if he was sure, pushing in slowly and steadily.
Nicky groaned as Joe slid home. The lotion wasn't great lube - it was already starting to dry and become tacky - but Nicky didn't care. He pushed back into Joe's grip, forcing him to go deeper, faster.
Joe's fingers were drilling bruises into NIcky's hips and he moaned as he sunk in all the way. "Ah, Nicolò," he cried. "So good, so hot, so perfect"
Practically hyperventilating with pleasure, NIcky tried to rock in place to get Joe to move. When that didn't work, he instead ordered him. "Fuck me, Yusuf. Make me scream."
With a long, low groan of pleasure, Joe started to do just that, moving at a steady, firm pace. Each stroke passed over Nicky's prostate, Joe's hands roving over his back and hips, awakening all of Nicky's nerves to the pleasure possible when he was being fucked by his beloved.
Pushing up on his hands, he continued to push back until Joe was seated on his heels, Nicky impaled on cock and kneeling upright. "Touch me, Joe," he ordered, and one of Joe's hands immediately sought out his cock, while the other started to twist and pinch one of Nicky's nipples.
Nicky cried out, loud and long, as he rose and fell on Joe's cock, fucking himself in the best ways. In the private language that they had developed over the course of nine hundred years, he told Joe how beautiful he was, how wonderful his cock was, how skillful his hands. And he never stopped moving. He could see his orgasm approaching, the size and shape of it, and it was going to be magnificent.
Behind him, he could hear Joe's heavy breathing, his own moans of pleasure at being inside Nicky, and Nicky knew that he was holding back, waiting to take his pleasure until NIcky had come. With that knowledge, he let go of the last of his self control, rising up and slamming back down hard until he was coming, clenching tight around Joe's cock and making his own orgasm even better.
He wanted to go limp, let his exhaustion take over, but Joe hadn't come yet. Joe's breathing was labored as he held still, letting Nicky take his pleasure. From the center of his being, he summoned the energy to push through a little further. "Come on, Joe," he said, his voice slurred with pleasure. "Give me your come. Fill me up, my heart."
Joe's hands dropped to Nicky's hips, helping him rise and fall just a few more times before pulling him down hard. Joe's forehead was pressed to Nicky's back, between his shoulder blades as he sobbed out his own orgasm.
They stayed like that until both of their breathing had steadied and Nicky thought he could move without falling. Slowly, he raised up, causing both of them to hiss at the sensation as Joe pulled free, and sprawled forward, exhaustion in every limb.
Joe went to get off the bed, only to be stopped by Nicky's hand on his arm. "Lie down, my love," he said, his eyes heavy and words hard to form. "I need to be in your arms."
With a soft chuckle, Joe said, "I'll be right back, Nicky. I'm just going to get a cloth to clean up with - wouldn't want to wake up stuck to each other."
Nicky released him and turned to his side to watch Joe walk to the bathroom. "I can think of worse things to be stuck to," he called out with a chuckle.
Joe was smiling widely when he returned with a wet washcloth that he used to clean Nicky up before tossing it back towards the bathroom. At his urging, Nicky allowed him to shift the covers so that they would be under instead of on top of them, and sighed in contentment as Joe wrapped himself around NIcky's back. "You're wonderful, ya amar," Joe said as he yawned in Nicky's ear.
"You as well," NIcky said with a yawn of his own. He knew he should grab one of their guns, at the very least, but Copley had reassured them of the security of the hotel and he was honestly too comfortable to move. "What time are we supposed to meet Andy and Nile tomorrow?"
"You know Andy - we'll see her when we see her. And Nile still has the habit of running at dawn, so she'll probably have already gone running by the time we wake. But now, it is time for sleeping, my love." With those words, Joe nestled in even closer, his arm firm around Nicky's stomach, their hands laced together.
Nicky tried to think - he knew there was something that he should do before they slept, but finally, exhaustion dragged him down as well, and with a final mental check of the room, he let it take him under.
Tomorrow morning would be soon enough for anything that needed to be dealt with.
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