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"Wow, I was starting to think you lost your key," Nick jokes when Rafael practically drags himself into the apartment after ten straight days of absolutely brutal trial prep. Nick's had a small part in it, but mostly he's been sending over food deliveries and badgering Rafael from afar to remember that coffee isn't water, and trying to drop by once a day for a quick kiss and pep talk.
Rafael grunts in acknowledgement and drops his briefcase by the door. He shuffles down the hallway, and by the time Nick hops up from the couch to follow him, he's already left behind his suit jacket, vest, tie, shoes, and socks.
Nick laughs quietly at the trail and picks up everything. When he walks into the bedroom, Rafael's naked and facedown on the mattress. Nick dumps everything in his arms onto the bench of the antique valet he'd gotten Rafael for his birthday, and then climbs onto the bed. He swings a leg over Rafael so he can sit at the small of his back, and then he leans forward, flattening himself against Rafael's back.
"Yes, please," Rafael murmurs, groaning a moment later when Nick adjusts so even more of his weight is on Rafael's back. There's a series of pops, and Rafael groans more deeply.
"You fucking idiot," Nick says against his neck as he nuzzles against Rafael's nape. "You forgot to get up and stretch, didn't you?"
"No comment."
Nick chuckles and lifts himself, pressing his palms hard against Rafael's shoulders as he does so. There's another series of pops, and Nick feels Rafael relax under him. "There you go," he says, leaning forward on his elbows to dig into the meat of Rafael's trapezius muscles on either side of his spine.
"Fuck," Rafael says, breathing out hard.
"Too much?"
"No."
Nick kisses up Rafael's spine from the middle of his back. "You eat?" he asks.
"Cobb salad and two glasses of water."
Nick hums in approval and nips Rafael's ear. "Good job, baby."
"I do listen when you harass me."
Nick snorts in amusement. "If that's what you need to call it to have a vegetable when you're stressed, I'm fine with that."
Rafael hums and stretches his hands until Nick slides his fingers between Rafael's so Rafael can fold their hands together. "Thank you for all your help," he says. "The food and the check-ins and everything."
"You're welcome," Nick says, dragging kisses into Rafael's hair. "Anything else I can do?"
Rafael stretches from head to toe, his fingers squeezing more tightly against Nick's. "You could fuck me into the mattress until I forget I ever went to law school."
Nick chuckles. "I'd love to," he says. "Any special requests?"
Rafael takes a slow, deep breath, then lets it out. "Yes means yes. No means yes. Stop means yes. Khaki means no."
Nick presses his smile between Rafael's shoulders. "Anything else?" he asks as he shifts his weight back so he's pressing Rafael back into the bed again.
"No," Rafael says. "I know you'll take care of me."
Nick sighs gustily behind Rafael's ear, the surety in Rafael's tone making him feel weak and powerful in the same moment. "Okay," he says. "I love you."
"Love you," Rafael replies, and he sounds very pleased with the turn of events. He also opens his legs in such a blatant invitation that he and Nick share a laugh.
"Fuck, you're perfect," Nick says as he sits up. He shifts backwards until he's kneeling between Rafael's legs. He drags his nails up the back of Rafael's thighs, then grabs his ass in both hands, spreading his cheeks and rubbing his clothed, half-hard dick into Rafael's cleft. "You want it hard tonight? Want me to barely get you ready then make you take my dick?"
"Yes," Rafael says. "Fuck, yes."
Nick leans down and licks the dimples in the small of Rafael's back. "Or maybe I'll call someone. Get some help over here. Call Carisi in and see if he wants to take a turn at you."
Rafael rubs his forehead on the comforter, his hands opening and closing above his head. "I don't want that," he says.
Nick huffs a laugh and smacks Rafael's ass. "Bullshit. He fucking worships you. I know you've thought about him fucking you."
"No, no I haven't."
Nick smacks Rafael's other cheek. "No means yes," he says and digs his fingers into the curve of Rafael's cheek where it meets his thigh. "You'd probably have to teach him everything. You think he's ever sucked a dick before?" Nick chuckles at Rafael's moan. "Yeah, you like that. You want to feed him your dick and teach him how to do it messy, huh? I bet he'd look fucking hot with his mouth all puffed up from sucking you off."
"Stop," Rafael moans, but his hips give him away as he presses down onto the comforter, clearly looking for friction.
Nick licks lightly at the top of Rafael's cleft. "You think he'd eat your ass, or would you have to do him first?"
Rafael's back bows when Nick licks further down his cleft. "I don't want--" He cuts off when Nick drags his tongue against his hole.
Nick breathes over Rafael's hole and rubs his thumb lightly around the muscle. "Admit it," he says, pausing to lick again. "You wanna take Carisi and fucking ruin him."
"No," Rafael says as he shivers. "I don't--" He gasps when Nick licks him again, squeezing his ass at the same time.
"Tell me," Nick orders, pressing his thumb more heavily against Rafael's hole. "He's just your type. Tall, thin, great ass. Hell, I'd suck him off if he asked. Bet he's pretty when he comes."
"I don't--" Rafael heaves in a breath and holds it as Nick massages his hole. "I want him on his knees," he says in a rush. "Still fully dressed in those suits. I wanna come on his vest and make him lick me clean."
Nick sucks hard at Rafael's hole in reward. He adds a wet, loud slurp as he pulls away just to make Rafael shiver more. "I knew it," he says, smug. He licks back up Rafael's cleft, then drags his mouth back down, running his lips over Rafael's hole again and again, making him shiver and whine. Nick pulls away to take a breath and shifts his hand so he can gently drag his fingernail around Rafael's hole, focusing on catching every wrinkle in the muscle as he moves.
"I'd watch you fuck him," Nick says as he slides his other hand under Rafael's hip and urges him to get on his knees. "Bet he's the kind to fuck back to show he's into it. You'd have to hold him still so he wouldn't fall over."
"Stop," Rafael says. "I don't want to--" He cuts off with a whine as Nick pushes the tip of his finger into his body. "Nick," he breathes. "Nick. Fuck."
"Or maybe I'd hold him down," Nick says. "I make him eat my ass while you fuck him with his legs over your shoulder."
Rafael moans again and presses back towards Nick. "I'm going to come if you keep talking," he says.
Nick cups Rafael's balls and squeezes lightly. "You want that? You could come right now, and I can jerk off, and then I could really work you up for another one. You could hold my dick in your mouth until we're ready to go again."
"Shit," Rafael hisses. "Cheater."
Nick laughs outright and trails his fingers up Rafael's dick. It's hot to the touch, the skin tight and red. "You think Carisi would cockwarm you? I bet he'd do it under your desk."
Rafael makes a strangled noise and reaches down, stroking himself fast. Nick smiles and licks into Rafael's ass again, licking hard and fast, laughing against Rafael's skin when Rafael swears through gritted teeth, his tone clearly meant as a loving insult.
Nick feels Rafael come by the way his thighs and ass clench. He rims him through it, grabbing hard at Rafael's hips when Rafael slips forward. He sucks and sucks as Rafael rolls through the aftershocks, then stops abruptly when Rafael shudders a breath and makes a small, pained sound.
He pulls his sweatpants down just enough to tuck the waistband under his balls, and then he's rubbing his dick in Rafael's cleft, breathing hard and gritting his teeth when Rafael presses back and up, helping Nick fuck his body.
Nick grabs his dick and strokes himself when he gets close. He comes over Rafael's ass and directly onto his hole, then slumps to one side, his softening dick still in his hand. Rafael stretches slowly and watches as Nick gets his breath back.
Nick wipes his damp, sticky hand across his chest and turns to beam at Rafael. "I fucking knew you had a crush."
Rafael groans and grabs a pillow, hitting Nick over the head.
Nick laughs and rolls onto his side, pressing kisses into Rafael's shoulder as Rafael grumbles and laughs along with him. "Feeling better?" he asks against Rafael's neck.
"No," Rafael says, the smile clear in his voice, and Nick snorts at the joke. Because they agreed no means yes. And Nick loves being able to give Rafael what he needs.
"Perfect," he says and hugs Rafael closer. "Great job."