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[ 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.

[ He looks over his shoulder with a playful smirk. ]

Would I do such a thing?

[ Yes, he would. ]

This is simply the first shirt I grabbed in the dark. [ It wasn't that dark in the trunk. He's clearly having fun with this, being held and flirting like they're any other tourists. ]

[ Nicky doesn't dare leave a hickey on Joe here where there are witnesses, but he does press a kiss to his neck, but there are some things to be grateful for. ]

I am glad you only took a shirt and not a tank top. If I had to see your bare shoulders and arm muscles, I might have thrown myself at your mercy on my knees.

[ He gives Joe a knowing snort that this is the one he picked by rooting around, knowing better. ]

Isn't this a nice view, dear? [ He says it loudly, for the other tourists, and then, remembering himself, he curses. ] I found something, too, when I was fetching my sunglasses.

[ He takes out the ring he'd grabbed, his ring, and presses it to Joe's hand. ] When you propose to me again, I think you will need this.

It is one of my favorite ways for you to worship me.

[ He rubs his hand over Nicky's arms which are no slouch either. They simply need to get to their hotel and get naked as quickly as possible. ]

Is that so? [ He laughs softly as he takes the ring and turns it over in his fingers. He's very tempted to propose right here but they've already established their identity as newly weds.

Joe pockets the ring for later. ] What do you think of it? Does it suit your style?

Later. I will do that later.

[ His eyes roam Joe's body, thinking it is a good thing he did not take the pants, because a size too small down there and Nicky would have shoved him into a bathroom to get his mouth on him. ]

I think it is perfect and I will be ecstatic to wear it again. It has been much too long.

[ The idea that he has a style is...well, it is very generous, that's what it is. ]

There will be many things we do later.

[ It's always been like this. They'll have sex and it won't satisfy them. The need is still there. ]

I'm waiting for the right moment. [ A romantic restaurant while they're well dressed. The right lighting. The right inspiration. He'll know the moment when it comes. ] But it is your size.

[ He brings Nicky's hand up and kisses his ring finger. ]

[ Nicky's eyes are burning with intent as he lets them roam over Joe, hoping that's a promise. His whole being yearns for it, and he will hold him to his word, there is that.

He presses constant, soft, tender, determined kisses to Joe's cheek, happier than he's been in a long time. He knows this is not the extent of the good they can do, but sometimes, he longs to be selfish. ]

I should wear it more often, now that it is more accepted. Use your name, more often.

We can wear them on this trip. It shouldn't get in the way of any fighting. Hopefully.

[ There's a fear in the back of his mind that even though Merrick is dead his security will come after them again. That doctor... she wasn't dead...

But he doesn't want that heavy thought to ruin the moment. They're in a good mood and he wants to keep that going. ]

I'll remember to introduce you as Nicky Jones then. My beloved husband of... what? Roughly eight hundred years now? Oh... Nico... I can tell people we loved each other in our past lives. [ Joe looks thrilled by this. ]

I would hate to get blood on it.

[ It's said very seriously, and his lips press together as he thinks of fighting that might be done. Had the doctor heard them speak of Malta? Will she come after them again? They're all questions that he can't answer, and he hates that.

He tightens his hold on Joe's waist, burying his face in his neck. ]

Let us say eight, to be close. [ He snorts with laughter. ] And which past life will you speak of most? The one in which I was a filthy invader, or the one where I cut a fine figure in brocade doublets?

[ It's a threat they'll deal with soon but first their own mental health and hearts. ]

We were promised to each other long before they made it legal. [ But they still immediately rushed to get married the moment it was legal. ] The Crusades is a favorite because it's the truth. Oh, I long for the days when tights were fashionable. What sweet torture that was.

[ He reaches back and pinches Nicky's ass playfully. ]

[ In Nicky's mind, he had promised himself to Yusuf the moment they lay down their weapons, and Nicky realized that his destiny was with this man. He never said it aloud, but he had vowed his soul to him, then, and now trusts in him to keep it safe. ]

I believe nowadays, they have men's running leggings. Or yoga pants? I can definitely buy a pair.

[ He laughs brightly at the pinch, thinking that it would be no hardship to wear such things with no underwear. ] Sweet torture? Or a very clear hint of every time you got me going?

[ It's amazing how being the romantic he is Joe took longer to realize his destiny was with Nicolo. They started with a truce and then after that it built. What a fool he was. ]

That depended on whether you were wearing a codpiece or not. [ He turns around in Nicky's arm because he's had enough of not seeing his smiling face and playful looks. ]

If you buy leggings or yoga pants or anything that tight fitting I will not be held responsible for my actions. It's been so long since I've seen you in properly tailored clothes.

Funny how sometimes I simply forgot.

[ Nicky brushes Joe's curls back from his face, heart aching to see him not because it hurts, but because he thinks of almost losing him and how grateful he is that it hadn't happened. He smiles with great warmth as Joe talks of his clothes. ]

I am ready to give you your wedding gift, then.

[ Well, one of them. ]

For our entire vacation, I will wear what you set out for me. No matter what.

You haven't paid attention to fashion like I have.

[ Joe leans forward and rests his forehead against Nicky's which is a gesture that holds so much meaning for them. It's a reassurance. It's a check in. It's theirs. ]

It's a lovely gift even though I plan to spend a great deal of this vacation with you naked.

[ Someone giggles to their left. Probably listening in. Joe's glad they're amused. ]

But, oh, you are going to look fantastic when we do go out.