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[ Nicky is not going to say no. He's never going to say no to Joe, and lucky for them, they have a whole suitcase of clothing that's sitting in the trunk of this very car. Defiantly, as his answer, he reaches for Joe's zipper and does the same, straining back to reach the glove compartment to fetch the lube that's there. ]

I always like to start a vacation early.

[ He uses the shifting to get his khakis a little lower, needing to reach down and give himself a brief squeeze, just to calm down. ]

We'll find shorts and t-shirts after, and reek of each other.

Nicolo.

[ They are probably going to get caught. Joe resigns himself to it now but like always it's worth it. It's always worth it.

He wraps his hand around Nicky and strokes him lightly, more to tease than pleasure. ]

Always so daring. So much more than me. A brilliant, brave soul. And mine. You're mine.

Yusuf.

[ Two can play at this game, and the thing is, Nicky almost wants to get caught. The thrill of acting innocent when someone knocks on the window is a daring thought, and he laughs breathlessly at Joe's touch. ]

Always so desperate and in love. You are intoxicating, my heart. I am all yours, and soon, when you are in me, we will be two halves of a whole again.

[ How could he not love this man? Joe can't even imagine it. He takes the lube from Nicky's hand and starts getting him ready, mindful even though modern lube is a brilliant invention. ]

Reminds me of our first few times together. We were so needy. [ He mouths at Nicky's neck leaving beard burn behind that vanishes as quickly as it appears. ] I swore I would drown in you.

[ Nicky has a list of things that deserve undue praise, and lube is one of them. He also has a secret penchant for sniper rifles, which gave him the ability to shoot from such a range. ]

Needy. Clumsy. Without skill.

[ They'd learned. Oh, how they had learned, and now they're experts at fitting their bodies together, even if Nicky scowls when he straightens up and hits his head. ]

This might not work. Should I go on my stomach so you can fuck me into the seat? [ He asks it all so calmly, like it's nothing. ]

[ He doesn't know how Nicky can manage that calm. Joe is panting hard and he's simply getting him ready. ]

If you would be more comfortable, yes. Whatever you need, love. [ He would miss seeing Nicky's face in the throes of passion but these small cars are not made with men their height fucking in the backseat in mind. ] Just let me be inside you.

[ Joe has loved that feeling since the first time he claimed Nicky. There's nothing like it. ]

[ Nicky can only manage because he is aching and he knows that Joe will give him what he needs, but only if he stays calm. He wants to be on top, facing Joe, but he fears for his head. Squirming, he leans in for a messy kiss, scraping his teeth over Joe's lower lip to bite and mark, and then heal. ]

Please, that's all I want.

[ Later, they can make love slow and sweet. For now, Nicky pushes away to fumble and twist, on hands and knees and then with his cheek pressed to the seat, turning back to breathe raggedly. Time to coax Joe. ]

Please, Yusuf. Inside me, please.

[ They need a bigger car. Next time they take a vacation it'll be in a van or SUV, something so they can do this properly. ]

Un minuto. Non ti farò aspettare a lungo. [ He just needs a second to get more lube and slick his cock.

He inches forward, lines himself up and pushes in slowly. It's heaven, bliss, perfection. Joe braces one hand on Nicky's hip and the other against the door leaning over him slightly. He rocks slowly, mindful they're in a car and don't want to be too obvious about what they're doing. It won't last. ]

[ Nicky breathes out as he rocks down into the seat, gripping the fabric with one hand as he reaches back with the other for Joe's, coaxing it to his hair, wanting him to make this just a little rough, if only to claim him. ]

Amore mio, andiamo. [ It's said with a smile, laughing brightly as he exhales shakily, his eyes closing as he feels the shed of tears.

It's relief, love, and also a voice in his head that reminds him that he almost lost this. ]

Yusuf. My love. Please.

[ He curls his fingers in the slightly longer strands and tightens his grip to pull. Not too hard just enough to add a little sting as he fucks him.

The pace builds to hard, trying to match the frantic pace of his heart and the need thrumming through his blood. They have each other. They have this. Merrick. Keane. They tried to end this, end them but they couldn't.

Joe leans forward and mouths along Nicky's neck. The hard pace starts to rock the car slightly but he's enraptured and can't be bothered to give a damn. ]

[ Nicky gasps like a thing ablaze, like feeling has come back to him when Joe grabs at his hair and it lightens up nerve endings, giving life to him in a way he doesn't think he's felt in weeks. Not since Morocco, at least.

He groans loudly as he reaches down to wrap a hand around his cock, frantically matching the pace of Joe's thrusts, reaching back to grab at Joe to stall him for a moment when they hear voices. ]

Wait. Wait wait...

[ And then, when the voices seem closest, Nicky smirks a mischievous thing and squeezes around Joe's cock as he presses back to urge him deeper, as if trying to get them caught. ]

[ Joe bites down on Nicky's shoulder at the order to wait. It's almost impossible to stop. He keeps rolling his hips unable to stay completely still. ]

Fuck. [ He lifts his head, glancing up to see just how close they are. Whoever they are they'll pass right next to their car.

There's no real way to shift their positions to something that looks decent. And then Nicky decides to torture him. ] You little shit. Hold still.

[ He doesn't help matters by pulling harder on Nicky's hair which he knows will encourage the exact opposite. ]

[ Nicky is feeling his blood up, with a little fight in him, and that's why he likes to put them on such uneven, dangerous ground, moaning Joe's name very loudly at the tug on his hair. That seems to get the attention of the people near them, but they seem to be stunned, though not inclined to scream or rat them out.

They hustle along, letting Nicky laugh breathlessly for the close call, his adrenaline pounding through his body.

With the pull of hair, he's already got his hand working again, coaxing Joe to fuck him. ] I thought it might be nice, to have just a little danger.

[ Oh, those tourists definitely know what's happening in the silver car. Maybe it'll give them a good story to tell. ]

You brat. [ But he says it with a wealth of affection. ] Better get off before they send security down here.

[ He clutches Nicky's hip tightly as he gets back to fucking him. He doesn't worry about the car rocking now. No point when they've already been caught. Joe focuses on getting them both off as hard and fast as possible. ]

[ Nicky sniggers with laughter at the accusation, mainly because of how true it is, and how little he regrets it. Eyes bright, he drags one knee up to give Joe a better angle, but also for better access for his own hand.

With friction, he knows it's not going to take very long, especially with Joe fucking him. ]

Perfetto, mio cuore. [ He hisses as he grunts, moaning Joe's name, on the cusp here, so close. ]

Now? [ He asks, permission. ]

Yes, damn you. Now.

[ He snarls the words close to Nicky's ear as he buries himself as deep as he can get over and over.

Damn it, he's right on the edge and wildly throws himself over the edge. His orgasm feels like a freefall, a tumble over the edge into absolutely bliss.
Perfection.

He rests his forehead against the back of Nicky's neck while he catches his breath and languishes in the peace and comfort of Nicky's body. ]

[ His smug satisfaction will have to wait, riding the crest of Joe's pleasure, the way he fills him up. They are long from before protection, but Nicky will forever be grateful of their monogamy and their bodies for healing anything, allowing Joe to forever be bare inside him.

Complete. That is what they are. Whole, together, and Joe is right here.

With one last flick of his thumb, Nicky breathes out a soft: ] Yusuf.

[ It is so easy, then, to collapse on the too-small seat of the car, turning just enough to messily kiss the corner of Joe's lips before pressing his forehead to the seat again. ] As excellent as ever.

[ Soon, he will nudge Joe off him and fetch new clothes from the trunk. Soon. ]

[ The sound of his name in the middle of Nicky's peak is the greatest sound Yusuf has ever known. He will never tire of it. It's incredible.

He wishes they had the time to indulge in gentle kisses and slow touches as they came down from the high but they really didn't. With a groan of regret he lifts his weight off of Nicky's back. ]

We are not getting out of bed for hours when we reach the hotel. [ He cleans himself up as much as possible in the cramped backseat. It takes every ounce of control not to pounce on Nicky again, disheveled and beautiful. ] I'll be back in a minute with clothes.

[ Aching, but pleased, Nicky grins at Joe as he rolls down the back window and leans on it with his forearms folded over it. His hair is a mess, but in the best way. ]

Is this the start of the vacation where you dress me?

[ He's still got on a t-shirt, messy as it is, so from the waist up, he even looks dignified. ]

Something short, I want to show off my legs and walk around the ferry.

[ And when they get to the hotel, he will wear nothing at all, sprawled out on the bed as he intends to be. ]

I'd rather undress you.

[ But that will have to wait. Joe takes a deep breath before he gets out of the car and goes to the trunk. His pants are not the most comfortable right now.

He grabs a suitcase, pulls out fresh clothes for them both including shorts for Nicky before closing everything up. ]

Here. Since you're so intent on torturing me. [ He tosses the shorts to Nicky as he gets back in the car. ]

Soon, my love. Soon.

[ He is blissful with patience now that he's had an orgasm, and he smiles at Joe as he reaches for the shorts, prying them on and leaning over to kiss Joe in thanks. He leans into the front seat for a pair of sunglasses, but needs to go to the trunk for the rest of what he wants.

Which is a nice polo shirt and a pair of sandals. He will burn, but his body will heal and never tan, as is his lot in life. ]

As if you do not torture me every minute with your eyes and your smile.

[ Nicky reminds him of a cat lazing in a sunbeam he looks so content. It's good. The restlessness that claimed his husband seems to have lessened now.

Joe sheds his lightly soiled clothes and puts on clean ones. He balls up the dirty ones to shove in the suitcase. ]

Hopefully, this ferry is running on time. [ He grabs his shoes from the front and slides them back on. ] We should go see how close we are. And get some fresh air. This car makes me think of sex.

[ Nicky slides the sandals on and the sunglasses in place. With a hand shaken through his hair, he is a sun-worshipping tourist who doesn't know how to fire sniper rifles. He is the kind of man who would wear a cross-body satchel while taking selfies with his husband.

He loves being Nicky Smith, sometimes, in all his plain glory. ]

Is that a bad thing?

[ He ducks back in for his wallet and then extends an arm out for Joe, coaxing him to come crashing into his hold, eager to explore the boat tangled together and only slightly smelling of sex. ]

Never.

[ He's a bit more put together and probably wearing one of Nicky's shirt given that's a bit tight across the chest and shoulders. Perfect.

He grabs his sunglasses, steps into his husband's arms and kisses him slowly before they set off for the upper deck.

It's beautiful and sunny out on deck. Lots of tourists are taking pictures. Joe takes a deep breath of the sea air. ] We've sailed this route many times but it is still beautiful.

[ Instantly, Joe becomes that much more distracting to Nicky, as he lets his gaze slide over his shoulders and chest, making a little noise of discontent when he can only paw at him and hold him tight. Wandering up to the deck, he indulges in soft kisses, leaning against him as he watches the sea pass. ]

I prefer the old ways of sailing, but it would not get us there as quickly as I like.

[ For what he wants, Malta must come very soon. Leaning in, Nicky arranges himself behind Joe, wrapping his arms around his waist to set his chin on his shoulder so he can whisper to him. ]

You are wearing my shirt on purpose, I think, to punish me.