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It is because you are three years older than me. I am still so very young. [ He says this all incredibly deadpanned, because Nicky is practically the definition of a crotchety old man, at times.

Nicky sits back to thank their waitress when she returns with the champagne and glasses, along with Joe's appetizer. ]

I do not think we will have to worry about the same here tonight, unless Malta has changed greatly.

You were born a grumpy old man. [ He laughs brightly as he finally leans back from his love to try the hummus. Malta is one of the few places they make it right. ]

No, tonight is about you and me celebrating. [ He scoops a bit of hummus on a torn piece of pita and holds it out to Nicky to try.

He thinks it's as good as he can get outside of the Middle East. ] I would hate for you to get blood on that suit.

I was. You were the one who fell in love with me anyway.

[ He leans over the table to eat the pita and hummus without using his hands at all, only his mouth around the offering, his tongue sliding over Joe's fingers, not flinching away as he looks at him. ]

Lucky for me, that is not the stain I intended to get on this suit tonight.

I find your grumpiness adorable.

[ The whole point was to eat from his fingers. That's what Joe wanted. He enjoys the sensation and show. ]

Mmm, so you've made some plans for us? [ He raises an eyebrow interested if Nicky would share any of his ideas or keep teasing.

Probably keep teasing, the lovable bastard. ]

[ Nicky glances over his shoulder towards the inside, then back at Joe. It's not intentionally teasing, but he is missing some information. ] I will have to see how big their bathrooms are before I find out if I get to be - [ and this, in Italian ] - on my knees out here only, or on my knees in there too after.

[ He lifts a brow easily, switching to his wine to sip at it before he scoops up a little hummus with his pinky to suck it off. ]

[ Joe laughs and claps his hands. He always has such fun these nights when they're so wrapped up in each other. They make such a scene but it feels good. He feels free. ]

Thank you, that answers so many questions. [ He drags his finger through the hummus and offers it to Nicky. Screw the pita. ]

And I am happy to help with this plan in any way I can.

[ Nicky is practically beaming and for him, this is a lot. It's all because of Joe, and the way that the stress has melted off his shoulders and made him so very giddy. He has been proposed to, and he has his own proposal once dessert makes their way to the table, and he is utterly incandescent for it.

He drags his teeth down Joe's finger as he swallows the hummus, stretching out his neck as he tips his head upwards to gaze at the stars, then back to Joe. ]

Even if I get stains all over your nice suit you picked for me?

The hotel offers a dry cleaning service.

[ It's torture to feed Nicky this way. Every little touch of tongue, lips, and teeth goes straight to his dick.

Ah, the passion that never dulls. Joe can revel in it tonight. ]

The hummus is good, yes? [ He has some for himself licking his lips after. ] I can imagine their polenta will meet your standards.

[ Nicky gives a pleased, throaty little hum while he's still sucking hummus off Joe's fingers, at the thought of getting to clean this very nice suit. Joe really did think of everything, didn't he? ]

I don't know if it's good, or if you're the one who tastes so good.

[ Either way, it is absolutely delicious.

He reaches for the wine again to lean back in his chair and sip at it, keeping his foot gently against Joe's, actually behaving for once. You picked a beautiful restaurant. ] Everything has been perfect so far, including the proposal.

I will take both as an answer.

[ They both settle in for some flirting at a distance. Joe will keep snacking and sipping at his glass of wine while his foot rubs gently against Nicky's. ]

I wanted to make this trip special, every part of it. Not just tonight. [ He gets out his phone and hands it over to Nicky so he can see the vacation home Copley got them. It has everything they asked for. ] And I've arraigned for us to rent a sail boat for a day on the water.

[ Nicky only has eyes for Joe and he smiles just for him, fiddling with his cufflinks as he adjusts his cutlery, sipping the wine and thinking about later.

At least, until he leans forward to see the home. His eyes widen with pleasure and he expands the picture so he can get a better look at the beautiful sea-side house. And to think, a boat on top of that? ]

Is this because you want to give my present to me of you in the small swimsuit?

The boat would give us some more privacy than our backyard pool.

[ Mostly, Joe wants to spoil him. He wants to give Nicky some special memories after the hell of the lab. ]

But I feel you'll get plenty of that swimsuit this trip.

So you're saying that on a boat, I might not need to wear a swimsuit at all?

[ He could be hearing that, maybe. It could just be the breeze in his ears, but he gives a considerate humming noise as he nods. ]

And I want to see you working the rigging on a ship in nothing but the swimsuit. Tanned, muscular, so handsome. [ He inhales sharply, the image making him squirm a little in his seat. ]

I think if we get far enough from shore that can happen.

[ Joe leans forward and brushes his thumb across Nicky's cheeks which have darkened with a pleasant little flush. ]

Patience, love. We have a whole dinner and dessert to enjoy. Don't get yourself worked up now. [ He doesn't help at all by dragging his thumb across Nicky's lower lip. ]

[ It only makes his cheeks flush a little deeper for the touch, now that his mind is imagining the both of them on a boat at sea, sweating and tanned and working their hands over one another. It is almost too much, so he cools himself down with the champagne.

Then, Joe's thumb is on his lower lip and he glares. ]

If you keep this up, I will end up proposing to you by shoving the ring on your cock, not your finger, and I know it won't fit.

I don't think we brought any toys.

[ But he leans back from teasing Nicky. The real game is how much they can tease each other before they crack. Who will give in to the desire first? ]

What time would you like to leave tomorrow for the rental home? Should we sleep in? Or rise with the dawn? [ He expects they'll sleep given how they'll exhaust each other. ]

We didn't, which is why you should behave so I don't try and jam things that don't fit. [ He sips his wine, a little aggressively, and puts it down as the warmth rushes through him, making it a little harder to focus.

He will do it, though, because he wants a very romantic proposal with the flowers and dessert. ]

I want to check out at the very last minute, please. After tonight, I suspect that even with our talents, my body will be trying its best to recuperate.

Breakfast in bed. I can get behind that idea.

[ A leisurely morning lying around in bed, eating hotel room service sounds like the perfect end to this whole first leg of their vacation. ]

I do enjoy that sort of exhaustion. Much better than the healing exhaustion we feel after coming back. [ What their bodies are able to do takes a heavy toll. They need a lot of rest and a lot of food after so much healing. ] It feels restful when we wear each other out.

[ Nicky is pulling out his phone so he can text their order to the hotel, having made lovely friends with the concierge on his way out (while he was stalling a little and asking about the floral shop). ] Yes, with mimosas and you and no clothes.

[ He looks up to see their food arriving, moving back to give them plenty of room as he greets their waitress gratefully. ]

This is why we need our energy now, though, I need the restroom because the wine has left no room for anything else. [ He pushes back up, giving Joe a look that says he should stay, and then heads to the waitress stand to talk to her about the ring, slipping her a decoy one to put in Joe's dessert for when it comes, whispering about his intentions.

Then, he goes to the restroom and returns, spreading his napkin out on his lap. ]

Is your fish to your liking?

Very nice. Thank you. [ He smiles warmly at the waitress as she set down their food. It smells delicious.

Joe expected Nicky to signal him to follow in a few minutes but no, apparently, this isn't the time for a sneaky blowjob in the bathroom. He's only slightly disappointed.

He focuses on the food instead. It's perfect. The fish is flaky but perfectly seared. ]

Fantastic. Here, try some. [ He offers Nicky a bit of fish on the end of his fork. ] Goes very well with the champagne.

[ Nicky dabs at his mouth and then leans forward to take that bite off the fork, humming because it really does taste excellent. He's glad, too, for their sharing, so that later he won't be kissing a fishy-mouthed Joe without having a little himself. ]

Your turn.

[ He carefully assembles the duck, the polenta, and the sauce, holding it out for him. ] I think this will be better with the red, but tell me what you think.

[ He hums as he leans forward and takes the bite. It's good. Joe makes a happy noise. ] Mmm, very good. You're right it's better with the red. Too heavy for the champagne.

[ The dessert will help clear any bad breath. Either way he'll still kiss Nicky with the same passion. ]

[ Nicky's eyes rove over Joe's face, tucking into the food himself. He is not expecting the richness, but he is also not expecting the near orgasmic sound he makes when he tastes it, flushing a little when he sees he has the attention of a nearby table. ]

Scusate.

[ He widens his eyes at Joe, like he should have warned him. ] How can this be so good? [ Though, he knows. They've been on rations for far too long. ]

The cook is very good. They know their food. And I think the ingredients are very fresh as well.

[ They have been eating from cans and dried goods for too long. The freshness helps. The wine helps. The atmosphere helps.

The company is the best part. Everything is good because the night is good. He would love to hear Nicky make that sound again too. ]

Now, you should imagine how good that dessert will be.

[ What he wouldn't give to cook with fresh ingredients. Nicky knows he could handle his own against the best chefs, but it's not like he has time to go to the market. At least, not until now. Now, he can do whatever he likes, and he is giddy for it.

They have a vacation home, the market, and Joe right here. ] I think dessert is going to be perfection.

[ Nicky tucks into the food, his stomach rumbling. He might heal quickly, but he is still absolutely starving after all the sex they've had and the calories they've burned. ]

What were you thinking for dessert? I saw an excellent peach and plum tart, shaped like a rose.