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It was hard living constantly on the move. They lived constantly under the radar, never really staying in one place long enough to take time for themselves. The rooms and bases they stayed within were always in cohabitation with one another. Nicky and Joe had therefore long given up on the aspect of privacy. They’d lost all inhibitions when it came to fear of being intimate with one another. These days Booker and Andy would just turn the other way and burying the sounds which they heard underneath their pillow. It had become just one of those things. It was another thing that Nile’s unexpected arrival had brought to an abrupt stop.
At first they had both been so tired and exhausted that they had barely any mind to do more than kiss and embrace, but as the days began to tick by Joe found himself growing increasingly more desperate for his love. Every brush of hand, every gentle caress arousal spark within him. They’d managed a quick make out session in the early hours of the morning two days prior. Joe had had Nicky pressed back against the counter tops when they’d heard Nile’s footsteps. Frustrated at being thwarted they’d both stepped back to cool off, Nicky settling in to a seat at the table to offer Nile a ear to listen before all three had trudged off to the group bedroom in which they were all squashed into.
Of course Joe had considered taking a little time away, maybe booking a fancy hotel to treat his husband but he knew Nicky would not agree. His sweet and kind husband would not want to leave their sisters alone when they still did know if they were safe from danger. Finally he’d made the decision to talk to Nile, he’d worked himself up in worry to the point he’d been unable to look her in the eye when he explained how he and Nicky were normally insatiable for one another. He had been surprised that Nile’s reaction had been to smile and laugh, the man relieved when Nile had simply rolled her eyes and reminded him that she had been in the army, that people ‘hooking up’ close by was hardly unfamiliar to her. He’d been so relieved he’d embraced her tightly in response.
By the time evening rolled around Joe was practically vibrating out of his skin with his desire for his beloved. It didn’t help that Nicky had chosen that day to wear a pair of jeans which hugged his derrière rather perfectly. It had taken all of Joe’s admittedly fragile control not to push them down right there and then and take him over the dinner table. Now he waited, sat upon the edge of the bed as he waited for Nicky to return to him from the bathroom. Andromache was long asleep, Vodka ensuring she slept deeply. Nile seemingly was resting too, the soft sounds of her breathing evened out in sleep.
He was brought to focus as Nicky stepped into the room, a towel wrapped around his shapely hips. Joe smirked, reaching to draw Nicky to stand between his lips. “I hate that the shower is barely big enough for one...seems wrong to know all that gorgeous body is merely feet away yet still out of my reach.”
Nicky laughed fondly, settling his palms gently upon Joe’s shoulders as he leaned down to kiss his temple gently. “Hmmm all you needed to do was poke your head through the door. We’ve found a way to make things work with even less space…”
“And usually it ends with injury.” Joe reminded him. “Last time we tried to fuck in a shower that small I ended up slipping and cracking my head on the tile. If you remember it kind of killed the mood.”
“Hmm…” Nicky hummed. “I suppose I can concede that point. Though if you remember you woke with your head in my lap. Even recently revived, you were able to speak such sweet words to me.” He smiled and made to take a step back, laughing a little as Joe caught the tile to bring him back in. “I need to get ready, Yusuf. I am on first watch.”
“We’re both awake, we’d hear anything. I had something in mind first.” he slipped the fingertips of his right had to the knot Nicky had tied in the fabric, smirking as Nicky covered his hand.
“Yusuf. The girls will hear us. We cannot…” he warned, looking comical in his worry as his gaze fixed upon Nile’s back. It was only when Joe’s fingertips linked over his that he returned his attention to his husband.
“You don’t have to worry Nicolò. We both know Andy doesn’t give a crap about what we do. And I spoke to Nile today. She thought we were being pretty foolish about being so cautious around her.”
Nicky drew his lower lip between his teeth, the revelation making him think things over. “So….she really would not be disturbed by us being intimate so close…” he began awkwardly.
“Nicky, you remember what war was like right? Bodies pressed so close that nothing was a secret. You remember how everyone was far from clandestine when it came to getting that sexual relief. Nile’s experienced that first hand...I guess we need to take the kid gloves off. She might be younger than all of us but she is an adult in her own right.” He returned his hand to the knot raising an eyebrow at Nicky. “So...what do you say.”
“Madre Di Dio…” Nicky whispered, helping Joe to push the towel free of his hips. In an instant he was climbing into Joe’s lap, kissing his husband with such desperation that all around him faded away.
Joe’s fingertips trailed to grasp at the towel again, working it free of his husband’s body. It had been far too long since they’d been able to be with one another in Marrakesh. And that seemed like years ago. How he longed for another break away from it all, just time for he and Nicolò to spend together with nothing mattering but each other. He moved his lips to trail over the Genoan’s jawline, breaking the kiss to strip off the deep grey compression shirt he wore, cast it off into the corner. An amused laugh sounded in his throat as he felt Nicolò’s hands trail to grasp at the zipper of his trousers.
“I think it is about time that we evened things up. Here I am bare for your mercy yet you remain dressed.” he leaned in to nip at the other man’s lip, teasing it a moment before he slipped down to kneel between Joe’s spread legs, wasting no time to begin to strip down his lover.
“I’ve always said that seeing you from this angle is always one of your most beautiful looks ya amar.” Joe teased, slipping one hand to cup Nicky’s cheek reverently.
The sniper rolled his eyes, his right hand wrapping firmly around Joe’s half hard cock as he looked up into his beloved’s eyes. “If you are about to say that you want to stop to draw me like this I think I might combust, Yusuf.”
“As good as an idea as that might be I do not think that I can wait any longe--” his words cut off as Nicky took his aching cock between his lips without a single word of warning. “Fuck...you know not what you do to me…” he cursed softly, unable to look away as Nicolò began to bob his head, swirling his tongue just so that Joe couldn’t hold back a desperate moan. He slipped his hand into his husband’s hair, tightening his grasp in order to guide him just right.
“Fuck…Nico. It’s been too long…that mouth...It is a blessing, you are a blessing. How is it that I have been granted such an incredible gift in being the recipient for your love.” he rambled, his breath hitching audibly as he felt the pleasure building within him.
Gently Nicky let the cock slip from his mouth, smiling adoringly up at Joe. “You are an incurable romantic. I am the lucky one, Yusuf.” he replied hoarsely.
“Perhaps we are both the lucky ones here.” He agreed fondly, grasping his husband’s hand to gently draw him back up into his lap. His other hand moved to grasp a small bottle he’d tucked by the side of the bed. “How do you want to do this?”
“Like this.” Nicky answered without a beat of hesitation, making a point to roll his hips. He moaned at the friction though sharply cut off as he heard Andromache let out a sound in her sleep. For a moment they both grew silent, waiting till they heard a soft snore sound. Laughing softly Nicky buried his face in Joe’s shoulder. “Why do I feel like we are sneaking around all over again.”
“The ‘danger’ of it makes it all the more exciting don’t you think?” Joe purred, laughing too though as he kissed Nicky’s cheek. “I’m not letting Andromache’s sleep talking derail this. Not when I have a lapful of my gorgeous husband.” As he spoke he slicked two fingers with the lubricant. “Not when I have a chance to feel your body again. I’ve been going mad not being able to touch you like this.” he slipped his fingers to his beloved’s hole, delighting in the breathy little moans he made as he circled his fingers around the sensitive hole.
“You...you do not need to tease.” Nicky stammered, his breath catching in his throat as he pressed his hips back, moaning deeply as the action pushed the tips of Joe’s fingers inside of him.
“You’re so greedy, Nicolò. So desperate. We’re we to have the time I’d teach you a lesson for that.” Joe half growled, drawing his lips back over his jawline. His free arm looped around Nicky’s waist, supporting him as he drove his fingers deeper inside, a third digit joining the others. “Maybe I’ll save up the punishment….just you wait till we get a chance to go to Malta.”
“....mmm you act as if that threat is going to put me off taking what I want from Yusuf. Your ‘torture is a heavenly hell. Edged so close that I’m sure I might lose my mind...I adore being at your mercy...it is such a sweet paradise.”
Joe pulled his head back, raising an eyebrow at Nicky as his beloved smirked. Without warning he sharply placed his fingertips over his husband’s prostate, rubbing firmly over it without an ounce of mercy. In an instant Nicky’s cockiness gave way to desperation. His body rocking into the probing touch with such wild abandon that any thoughts of staying quiet were the furthest thing from his mind. “Tell me again that it is sweet paradise hmm?” he challenged, intoxicated by the way his husband looked so utterly wrecked.
“P-please...Yusuf...Yusuf. I...I’m going to...I’m...I’m close...I…” Nicolò fumbled, the pressure so close to leading him to brink till suddenly Yusuf pulled his fingers free. “No, no, no. That’s...Yusuf please….I...I need.”
“I will give you what you need. You know that, I will never leave you unsatisfied. At least not unless you ask for me to.” Yusuf promised, catching Nicky’s lips in a tender chaste kiss. “But right now I need you more than anything…”
“Si...Si Yusuf. Take me. I need you.” The Genoan pleaded. He slipped his arms around his husband’s neck, bracing their foreheads together a moment. “Please. Take me...I am yours. I will always be yours.”
“Mine. Always mine. And I am always yours.” Joe whispered in turn. Slicking his cock he lined up with his beloved’s hole, guiding Nicky slowly down. The sudden heat surrounding his cock punched the air from his lungs, leaving him utterly breathless as he clutched onto his entire world.
Nicky could do little more than whimper brokenly as inch by glorious inch slid inside of him, for the first time in months he felt a sense of peace fill him. To be connected to his husband in such a primal way. He tilted his head, sealing their lips together in a tender kiss as slowly he began to roll his hips, every press of Joe’s cock within him sparking a sharp wave of pleasure.
Joe’s arms looped around his husband, pressing them chest to chest as they kissed. He rocked his own hips upwards, driving every other thrust against Nicolò’s prostate. He couldn’t help but crave the needy little whimpers that would sound from him whenever the little bundle of nerves was stimulated. Everything around him faded away, in that moment it was only him and Nicolò. All that mattered to him was bringing pleasure to the one he adored above all else in the world. Each thrust he drove hard and deeper, Feeling his beloved grow increasingly more erratic as he edged closer and closer to his release. He tried to slip a hand between them only for Nicolò to catch it.
“No...no….I want to come from your cock…” Nicky whimpered, the sound needy and broken. Their lips remained pressed close though both were too on edge to search out a kiss, their breaths simply mingling as they sought their pleasure together.
Nicky was the first to hit his release, a hard press against his prostate sending him spiralling to his release. His back arched a little, head thrown backwards as the bliss overtook him, every inch of him feeling momentarily flooded with electricity in the sudden burst of pleasure. He idly felt Joe still suddenly beneath him before a warmth filled his tight channel, the sensation of it drawing another breathy moan from Nicolò as he floated in a pleasured haze.
“My love….my heat. My everything. Come back to me….come back to me.” Yusuf whispered, kisses pressed to every inch of Nicky he could manage. “Light of my life…”
“Sono qui….sono qui..” Nicky whispered tenderly. “Sono qui.”
“And I’m fucking here too. If you two are done can you get back to taking watch so I can get some sleep?” Andy’s voice cut through making the pair blush profusely.
Nicky laughed a little as he gingerly rose up from Joe’s cock, feeling the release begin to drip from his hole down the back of his leg. “...I think perhaps I need to take a second shower...care to take the risk and join me…?” he asked in a sultry tone as he extended a hand to him.
“...that is an offer I cannot refuse.” Joe answered, taking Nicky’s hand without pause and letting himself be led from the bedroom.