One evening, while laying tangled up together, Nicky brings up the possibility of returning to Malta for a while. He’s been thinking about it for some time, about taking Joe back to that little cottage, maybe swimming together in the ocean, making shakshuka for Joe in the mornings. Having some time together, just the two of them.
But Joe tenses minutely in his arms at the suggestion, just enough for Nicky to notice, before he deliberately relaxes, shooting Nicky a tight smile.
“Why would we do that,” he starts, pushing Nicky on his back and travelling down his body, “when I can ravish you right here?” his breath ghosting over Nicky’s cock, causing all the blood to leave Nicky’s brain in a rush.
In which old habits die hard, and building a relationship out of centuries' worth of fighting is even harder.
Bookmarked by tolumbichka
08 Jan 2021
This has some intense Kiss With A Fist vibes and the methaphores are just hitting all the good spots. Tender Joe and remoresful but determined Nicky are ugh