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[ Nicky is sure it is a brilliant idea, but the thing is, he's not so sure that Joe will think the same. He leans into the touch, letting out a pleased sound as he reaches up to keep Joe's hand where it is. ]

You are going to lay out all of my clothes for me. I will stay naked. Then, you can go to the restaurant where we are having dinner, and you will wait for me.

[ It's been some time since he's made a grand entrance. He'd like to do that again. ]

Mmm, you are in a mood to play up our dating aren't you?

[ Joe would much rather make his entrance with Nicky on his arm. ]

Tonight, I'm in a mood to indulge you since there is also a proposal. You're indulging my romantic side. I'll indulge yours.

[ But they will leave together which is the most important part in all of this. ]

I am in a mood to slide my fingers over the clothes my husband has picked for me, thinking of how he loves me so much to think of them. I am in the mood to wear them and feel them pressed to my skin and think of how your hands were there.

[ He nuzzles at his temple, kissing his cheek. ]

And I would like, very much, to walk into the restaurant and see you stand to greet me and the look on your face when you are greeted with the artwork you have created of me.

[ There's the romantic side that Nicky hides so well. ]

Let me wash your hair and clean your body. Then you will completely be my work of art.

[ And he'd get to spend a few more minutes in Nicky's company before they have to untangle and prepare for this date. ]

[ Nicky smiles as he settles beside Joe, stretching his arms out as he nods to Joe to encourage him to help with the hair and his body. ] You will have to let me dry it, though. I want to surprise you, remember?

[ And he has some ideas of how he can do that. ]

But yes, come wash my hair, clean my body. Please help me, my love.

[ Joe grabs the soap first. It's an expensive bar of something that will leave Nicky's skin soft as silk.

He runs his slowly over his shoulders and down his chest, admiring his husband's body. ]

I will let you style your hair however you like.

[ Nicky knows how to make himself look good. Except for clothes. ]

[ Nicky loves when they indulge and pay far too much for their luxury. It is not a thing they do often, but it is for their honeymoon and the house is not ready yet. Why not soak in the lovely tub with the nice soap? ]

Good. And then I will wear exactly what you want of me. You can text me directions to the restaurant we are going to.

Yes, yes. I'll make sure you won't get lost.

[ After scrubbing his arms Joe washes his stomach and thighs. He's very business like around Nicky's cock and balls.

No need to start things up again. ]

I know I brought some good clothes for you. You'll look very dashing.

[ Nicky appreciates that Joe is not starting another round. After all, there are very important dinner reservations tonight and he would not like to be late for them. ]

I should look very dashing. Do you know, I have a very sneaking suspicion that I am going to be proposed to tonight?

[ He is smirking at Joe, still absently playing with his curls to arrange them in the way he likes ]. Do you want me to remind you where my rings are?

Oh, are you? What a lucky man.

[ Joe works his way all the way down to Nicky's feet with the soap.

When his body is clean Joe moves on to his hair. Of course he massages his scalp while he does it. ]

No, I know. I'll make sure to get them before I leave.

[ Nicky snickers under his breath, his smile so easy because he is in the very best mood. Multiple orgasms, a bath with his husband, and being with Malta will do that to a man, he knows.

Nicky stretches his feet out and then sinks back into Joe's touch as he lets that indulging feeling overcome him. ]

Good. It would not go over very well if you proposed and had no ring. Am I to appear shocked? Should I cry? We get free dessert when I cry.

I think in the moment you'll know the best way to respond.

[ He ruffles Nicky's hair before he starts to carefully rinse the shampoo from his hair. ]

My words will be inspiring. I hope.

[ He will probably end up crying. Joe's words have that impact on him, and they make him well up until he is sniffling and the romance nearly overwhelms him. Of course, he will have to see. It has been some time since Joe has proposed to him, and he would like to see what way he picks. ]

Your words make poets weep with envy. Museums long for your work, my love.

[ Joe's words will not only be inspiring, they will belong to Nicky, and this is what matters. ]

Some have my works. I don't sign nearly enough things.

[ Joe finishes with Nicky's hair and runs his fingers through it a few more times before he sighs. ]

I suppose I'll have to clean myself now and get ready. No more lingering and wasting time.

[ This proposal is worth making. He's been thinking about it for awhile. ]

You should not, or we would be spending all of our time liberating them from museums. [ He takes the soap and scrubs his hands so that he can help to scrub Joe behind his ears, leaning in for a kiss that he ends up smiling against and ruining it. ]

Yes, you will. I would hate for us to be late. I have been dreaming of good food all day, that I do not have to cook.

We've only had to liberate a few sketches and paintings.

[ He can't help it if his sketches have sometimes fallen into collections of museums but he's usually very careful with them. ]

Don't worry, you'll have no cooking tonight and no dishes. Everything will be taken care of for you.

[ But once he's clean Joe braces his hands on the edge of the tub, pushes himself out and grabs a towel. ]

[ Nicky slides to the edge of the tub and rests his chin on his hands, staring up at the beautiful view he has. He reaches for the champagne, intent to enjoy himself while he waits for Joe to prepare. ]

Close the door when you go, please. I want to be surprised by you, too.

[ Besides, they will be back here later tonight, he's sure, high on romance and love and newly engaged. ]

Oh, you won't even let me enjoy the view?

[ He pouts a little as he dries his air with a towel. Joe had been looking forward to admiring Nicky in the water while he got dressed. ]

I feel like a husband told he can't see his husband until the wedding.

[ But if that's what Nicky wants then Joe will do it. With a pout but he'll do it. ]

[ Nicky's smile is all guileless innocence as he practically bats his eyes at Joe, because no. He intends to soak in this lovely tub with the bubbly champagne until the moment he has to get ready. ]

You are a man who is about to propose who cannot see his almost betrothed. It's not quite the same.

[ That innocent smile turns into a smirk, but he continues to watch Joe, flicking his fingers to say to close the door. ]

You are a brat.

[ But he blows Nicky a kiss before he closed the door and gave Nicky the privacy he requested.

Joe did bring some nice clothes for their trip, carefully folded in the suitcase. He spreads them out on the bed, smoothing out wrinkles. Nicky will look very good in the classic lines and soft mute charcoal black with a silvery blue tie.

He also makes sure to get the rings then double check to make sure there's a table available at the restaurant. Everything is ready so Joe dresses and leaves. He makes sure to leave the restaurant address for Nicky on top of his clothes. ]

[ Nicky smirks and does not argue this accusation at all, because Joe is not wrong. He is a brat, and he loves this for him, especially as he splashes around, drinking his champagne and enjoying himself. ]

Joe?

[ He calls this out about half an hour later, and there is no response. Nicky drags himself from the tub, soaking wet, and decides he will take some photos along the way of his progress. One of him naked and dripping hair, then as he wraps the towel around himself. He finds the suit on the bed, smiling warmly as he picks up the address.

Absently, he texts Joe one photo (the first one), just to whet his appetite of Nicky in next to nothing. It comes with a text that says: ]

On my way in under an hour.

[ The picture is a beautiful tease that sparks longing almost immediately. ]

Mm very nice, my love. What do you think of the suit?

[ He would like to walk to the restaurant with his love but well, it'll have to be the walk home instead. ]

[ Nicky has to set aside the phone so that he can properly dry and ready himself, dabbing hints of cologne to his pulse points (and the inside of his thighs included) before he steps into a pair of sleek boxer-briefs. He will not even touch the suit until his hair is finished. ]

I think that it will fit me perfectly. Did you have a tailor do this?

[ Then, some product in his hair before he gives it a quick dry so it isn't dripping down his neck. It's longer than usual, and it keeps stubbornly curling a little at the back, but Nicky fixes it with some more heat and product, a few strands falling in his eyes.

He doesn't shave. He thinks it'll be better if he's a little rough. ]

Two years ago when we were in New York. I saw the fabric and knew you needed to be dressed in it.

[ Joe's suit is a bit more vibrant with a more metallic black fabric with pinstripes. The deep red button up underneath made everything pop and no tie just the top three buttons undone.

Nicky won't get to see until he arrives at the restaurant. ]

Well, it is very nice.

[ Nicky ducks to the mirror to ruffle his hair a little so it's artfully messy, buttoning up the shirt and tucking it into the pants, taking care to make sure his socks are put on with the sleek shoes, setting off the lovely charcoal black. He finishes with his tie and checks the time, but not before he ducks into his bag to add a few small touches.

There are silver cufflinks he threads into the sleeves, and he finds a kohl pencil, smirking as he gives himself just a hint of a dramatic eye, as he has seen Andy do before.

Then, he is off, whistling as he keeps the address in his palm and ignorant of any looks he is getting. ]