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Even though Nicky missed his soft, supple curls and the way they made him look younger, freer, more approachable, Joe looked irresistible like this.. Both Joe and himself had had a plethora of different hairstyles throughout the centuries, with varying degrees of success, and it wasn't like this was the first time Nicky had seen Joe with a buzzcut and leather jacket.
The last time had been in the sixties, while all the rest of the men were letting their hair grow out. Nicky remembered dragging Joe to the bathroom of a seedy club and wasting no time getting to his knees and pulling Joe’s cock out of his pants so that he could fuck Nicky’s throat as he desired.
Nicky didn’t know how to explain it. Joe was an effortlessly manly man, all muscles, protectiveness and confidence. His lazy smile and warm eyes had the power to bring the proudest men to their knees, and that was regardless of how he looked. But Santa Maria Madre de Dio, buzzcut Joe was... something else. Nicky hadn’t liked the idea of Joe going undercover for two weeks inside a gang ring, but this particular outcome hadn’t upset Nicky nearly as much.
Joe and Booker were sparring in the middle of the training room. They were both shirtless, sweat dripping down their firm, defined bodies, deep grunts and lopsided grins. Joe looked perfectly delicious. His corded muscles were glistening under the strain of every punch; so much strength and power in the way he held himself. Controlled power; controlled strength. Joe could end Booker with just one punch, they both knew that, even Booker did, but Nicky knew Joe wanted to have fun with his brother first. Joe flashed Nicky a bright smile and a wink, always aware of his presence, no matter where or how silent Nicky was, and that left Nicky flustered from head to toe, even after all these years.
Nicky blamed that goddam haircut.
Joe knew the effect he had on him. Bastard.
His bastard.
Nicky wasn’t even supposed to be there, he had weapons to clean and meals to cook, but there had been an overpowering pull leading him here by the name of Yusuf Al-Kaysani.
Nicky bit his bottom lip as he watched them from the side of the room. Joe had Booker down on his belly now, one arm around his throat from behind, choking him till Booker gave the mattress three little pats, asking for mercy. Nicky’s mind flashed back to the times where the fights were endless and the love was ruthless. Joe had put Nicky on his hands and knees and fucked him from behind in the dirt, one muddy hand on Nicky’s hip and the other around his throat, controlling Nicky’s breath, stretching his hole wide and deep, dominating Nicky’s body and setting such a brutal pace, Nicky had thought that Joe had fucked his immortality out of him.
Joe was so beautiful and strong. Joe was fire. Unyielding in its power, all-consuming and ravaging, but also safe and life-affirming.
Joe and Booker get up to go at each other again, and watching Joe throw a left hook at Booker made Nicky throb between his legs. He wanted his husband so bad. Nicky wanted his husband to put him on his back so they could gaze at each other’s eyes, as Joe hooked Nicky’s legs over his strong, broad shoulders; or have Nicky wrap them around his waist as he pounded into him with urgent and demanding thrusts, snapping his hips so damn right, filling him in that way only Joe could and knew how to, until he turned Nicky into a complete mess of whines and whimpers. That was what Joe loved to do. He had said so once, in the throes of passion, back when they were still enemies and Joe had caressed, fucked and owned every part of Nicky with his thick cock, but their lips had yet to touch.
”The great priest Nicolo. So noble, so righteous, so stoic. The perfect mask of civility, huh? I knew that beneath all those layers there was a dirty whore crazy for cock”. Joe had pulled his hair, slapped his ass, made Nicky serve him on his knees without taking his eyes off of him, fucked his come back into Nicky’s ass and done so much more. Whoever saw how sweet, gentle and devoted to one another they were now, could never have imagined that that was how it had begun.
Back then, they had a different way of worshipping each other.
Joe growled as he swung against Booker, and Nicky suddenly couldn’t take it anymore, “Joe,” Nicky called to him and could feel his own lips stretch into a pout.
That was all it took. That was always all it took. Joe called Booker off, and they gave each other that weird handshake and side hug that some men did that Nicky had always found a bit ridiculous. Why give a side hug when you could fully hug the other person? But Joe and Booker had their own language, they had always been like that.
All thoughts of hugs were chased out of his mind as Joe walked in his direction, ripping his gloves off with his teeth, eyes glued on Nicky.
Joe looked unhinged. And Nicky loved to make him that way.
“I’ll leave, don’t worry, I know where this is going,” Booker spoke in an easy manner and laughed at Nicky’s direction. Nicky was already all over Joe, arms wrapped around his neck, rubbing his face against his shoulders, drenching himself in his musk, but he rolled his eyes at Booker over Joe’s shoulders. Joe’s hand slid down from his waist to his ass, and when they both heard the door of the room slam shut, Joe nuzzled Nicky's neck and asked: "How do you want me to have you?"
“Against the wall, big man, think you can do that?” Nicky teased and licked Joe’s lips challengingly, until he felt hands grabbing under his thighs and his feet leaving the floor. Nicky wrapped his legs around Joe’s waist and he moaned as Joe pressed him against the wall. A God, that was what his man was.
Nicky teased Joe because he knew he liked it and because Joe had fucked him standing up a thousand times. They both loved it because it provided Joe an opportunity to show off for Nicky, which he loved to do, and in turn, Nicky could be manhandled and dominated.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to take a shower before?” Joe asked as they ripped each other’s clothes, already three fingers deep into Nicky’s hot, slick channel.
“You ask that now?” Nicky said through moans, one leg hooked around Joe’s hip, Joe’s expert fingers hitting his spot with practiced ease.
“Feisty,” Joe kissed and bit Nicky’s neck, crooked his fingers, making stars dance before Nicky’s eyes, and Nicky dug his nails into Joe’s back.
“Hurry up and fuck me, now.” Nicky tried to pull Joe’s hair but couldn’t, so instead, he palmed Joe’s perfect skull and rubbed his hard cock against Joe’s abs.
Joe took Nicky’s chin in a possessive grip and pushed his tongue into Nicky’s mouth, licking behind his teeth with aggressive passion and ownership. Ther belonging always felt so beautiful and right. Regardless of sexual position or feelings, they had always been beautiful.
Joe wound Nicky’s other leg around his hip and lifted him smoothly off the floor. Nicky’s hands were slipping off Joe’s back due to the sweat and Nicky almost exerting Joe in this way right after training, but right then, Joe positioned his beautiful cock against his hole and pushed all the way in with one swift thrust. Nicky groaned and clung to him, but Joe didn’t give him time to adjust, setting a fast pace of rough, short thrusts that made Nicky wail. Joe always gave it to him so good, they seemed to be so attuned that Joe always knew what and how he wanted it. The constant pressure against Nicky’s prostate and the way his dick rubbed against Joe with his thrusts made Nicky’s toes curl with pleasure, but the best part was the way Joe’s body was pressing him against the wall, caging him, holding him, making him take it. Joe once said while watching his cock going in and out of Nicky, that Nicky’s body had been made for him.
Nicky believed it.
“Right there, Joe, you always fuck me so good”, Nicky screamed as Joe fucked him harder, owed him better, and Nicky wanted to watch this so bad. Wanted to watch how perfect Joe held him, the muscles of his back as he worked his cock into Nicky in a punishing rhythm, whispering the words of love mixed with filth.
You’re so beautiful. I love the way you take it. No man could ever capture your perfection. I wanna breed you.
Nicky shook and trembled and moaned even louder as Joe’s hands squeezed his ass proprietarily without missing a beat in the way he snapped his hips. Nicky couldn’t believe he once thought this man was his damnation.
The first time they had made love, Joe had fucked him so good, Nicky had almost said he loved him.
Nicky was so close, but what did it for him wasn’t the feeling of Joe’s thick cock stretching his hole and pounding it into submission, it was the sight of a bead of sweat drop from Joe’s beard down to his chest. Nicky whined and came untouched, clenching around Joe who roared in pleasure, and moments later, Nicky felt the warmth of Joe’s come flooding him, marking him.
They kissed and panted against each other’s mouths, nuzzling and licking everywhere they could reach. Nicky wanted to be like this forever. Maybe they really were staying like this forever. Time was nothing but a noun to them.
Joe eventually put him down and Nicky’s legs started to shake. Joe laughed smugly against Nicky’s lips and held him against his chest. The peaceful quietness after the blazing storm of desire.
Fire and storm. Sun and moon.
So different, yet equally strong and beautiful.
“I want you to eat my ass later. I wanna see that buzzcut head licking between my legs and giving me the most pleasurable beard burn,” Nicky whispered into Joe’s ear and bit his lip.
And just when Nicky thought Joe had no strength left to lift him, Joe threw Nicky over his shoulder and gave his ass a sharp, resounding slap, carrying him out of the training room and upstairs to their love nest.