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That's okay, really. Joe would spend all day arguing/flirting with Nicky, if he could.

He still lets Nicky go, giving him a pleased grin in return and downing his glass of wine, trying to focus on the other people who come up to talk to him. It's not an unpleasant day -some of the people at the exhibit ask him good questions, debate the meaning of his pieces, or even flirt with him- but it all seems lackluster after talking to Nicky.

Joe won't call that day, telling himself it would seem too needy, but he will call the very next day as he's fixing himself a late brunch, his pan sizzling as he cracks eggs into it.

Nicky is a morning person, but he also doesn't eat until much later into the day. He exists on espresso alone for a very long time, and he doesn't mind that. While he's been eager to talk to Joe again, he tells himself that being too eager means he's desperate and he shouldn't be desperate.

That doesn't stop him from staring down his phone, uselessly (he might add).

So when his phone rings close to lunch and Nicky begins to think about eating something, he practically leaps for it, eyes lighting up when he discovers that it's Joe. He lets it ring another two times, then grabs for it, trying to sound cool and calm and collected as he starts with. "This is Nicky," casually, like he doesn't already know who's calling. "Hello?"

"Nicky?" Joe repeats, sounding amused. "That's sweet. I didn't know that's what you go by." Di Genova's website had said his first name was 'Nicolo', which had been very foreign-sounding and charming to Joe for some reason. But he likes this even better.

"It's Joe," he adds, uselessly. He's assuming Nicky knows already, but two can play this game. "Hello." He stirs some vegetable into his pan, and takes a sip of orange juice. "How are you today, then? Ruined any poor artist's career yet?"

Yes, he hadn't said that to Joe at the gallery show, had he? He'd been too wrapped up in the tour, then the insults, then the sparkling chemistry that had popped when they had touched and talked. So now Joe knows that he prefers to go by Nicky.

It's not his only name. After all, there's the one he uses for the romance novels, but he's not using that on the phone with anyone.

"Hello Joe," he parrots back, taking his cup of coffee with him towards his comfortable chair, reaching for his headphones to plug them in. "I've only been working for a few hours, so it's been limited to only ruining three careers," he says wryly. "And you? More self portraits?"

Joe doesn't mind. He likes the idea of Nicky slowly telling him more about himself. He plates his brunch carefully, the phone between his cheek and his shoulder. "Only three? You're slacking," he teases, gently.

He grins as Nicky needles him right back in answer, sitting down at his small table by the window. "Oh, yes, you know me. I've spent all morning lovingly shading a drawing of my own torso, giving myself frankly improbable muscle definition."

He takes a bite from his lunch and swallows before he adds, "speaking of which, are you still willing to model for me? I'm eager to try my hand at other subject, as you know."

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That earns an appreciative laugh from Nicky, but also he's glad that Joe can't see him for the way his cheeks and the tips of his ears go red at the image of Joe, shirtless, stroking his excellent abs and pecs, sketching them for the world to admire and envy.

It takes him a minute to drag himself out of the fantasy, but the bitterness of his espresso helps. "Of course I am," he agrees, to the offer. It's a bit vehement, and a little stubborn. "I would never take back my word."

"And yes, only three. They are much worse artists than your calibre, it didn't even take much work."

Joe loves hearing Nicky laugh and somehow it's even better on the phone, curling low and warm in his ear. He grins as well, pressing the phone closer to his ear as he sips on his coffee, waiting for Nicky to give him his reply. "Good," he returns, pleased. "I didn't think you would, but I'd understand. It's a very personal thing, to let someone draw you."

He snorts, taking another bite from his lunch. "Ah, I'm sorry they didn't go down with as much of a fight as I did, then." Don't get him started on going down, Nicky, there are a lot of jokes he could make.

Nicky feels a prickling sensation of anticipation floating all over his body when Joe talks about how personal it will be. He feels his heart beat faster, wondering how personal it can be to sit there with his clothes on and let Joe draw him.

(How little he knows)

He pauses, though, at Joe's wording. "Well," he draws out. "At least two of them didn't," he fibs, because he wants to see how riled he can get Joe, swiftly becoming one of his favourite habits.

Well, there might be a slight misunderstanding between them on what, exactly, Nicky will model, but they can work it out later.

"Oh?" Joe prompts, sounding amused. He's not riled up yet, but he's definitely curious to see where Nicky is going with this. "The last one put up a fight for you?"

"Mm," Nicky concurs absently, playing along and even though Joe isn't there to see his face, he knows that there is a teasing smile on his lips, one that he wishes Joe could see if only to see how he's playing with him from afar.

"It was a very good battle. He called me many names I'm not sure you even know," he says. "It's only a shame that I don't get off on that." Not names, at least, but everything up to that point. After all, why else would he bicker so much with Joe?

"Doesn't it?" Joe challenges, when Nicky states that getting called names doesn't get him off. "I think you liked it a little, when I did it."

He's not entirely sure what Nicky is playing at, telling him about this other guy he argued with. He's not even sure if it truly happened, or if it's just Nicky messing with him but, weirdly, the thought of Nicky arguing with someone else as fervently as he did with Joe bothers him.

"And I thought I was the only one you enjoyed arguing with," he answers, mock-regretfully, though Nicky will probably be able to tell he means it to a certain extent.

"Joe, are you asking me if I'm arguing with other people?" Nicky drawls, amused at how seriously they both seem to be taking this, because he knows if the positions were reversed, he'd be livid to find out that there's another critic that Joe is using all his charm and wit on.

It's a lucky thing that he doesn't think there is, otherwise he would be very upset. "And maybe I do like it a little, but not with names." At least, not cruel ones. The thought of Italian pet names in Joe's voice makes him shiver, to the point he nearly needs to reprimand himself for allowing those thoughts.

He sips his espresso, adjusting his legs under him as he peers out the window. "Did you call only to find out who else I'm seeing? Or was there a point to this?"

"That would be heartless of you, Nicky," Joe confirms, playfully. "Making me think I was special, when this is something you do every day."

He doesn't truly think that's the case, for the record. Nicky is fairly difficult to read but there had been something sparking between them, first online and then when they had met, and Joe knows Nicky felt it too.

"Yes to bickering, no to insults, then," Joe replies, humming. "I'll remember." He takes another bite from his lunch, smiling at the question. "I called to ask you when you would be free to model for me," he states, amused. "I need to branch out, as per your enlightened advice."

"What if I told you that you were very special to me, Joe?" Nicky has pitched his voice down low, as if there's a fear of someone overhearing him when there isn't. He lives alone, there's no one that could hear him, yet the way he speaks would make Joe have to lean in.

He's telling the truth, though. "I don't go to every gallery show, and I don't reply to every angry email in my inbox. Just you. Only you."

That had been before he'd seen Joe in movement, proving his handsome pictures were only the start.

"Oh. Yes, the modelling," Nicky admits, even though they'd been mentioning it. "If you want me focused, then maybe on the weekend, but if you're fine to let me sit there and write reviews and emails, then I could do it anytime -- that is, if you still want me to model for you. I can't imagine it would be very interesting," he admits.

"... I'd be happy to hear it," Joe answers when Nicky mentions he's very special to him, a little belatedly. He feels warm, his heartbeat quickening in his chest. "Good. I don't usually invite critics to come and tear my work apart, either. Just you." Because he'd wanted to meet Nicky badly enough to risk an unpleasant encounter.

"Week-end, then, I think." He wants Nicky's full attention, and he does have to be at the exhibit on week days.

"I'll be the judge of that," Joe replies, sounding pleased. He personally thinks he will be very interesting, not just to draw someone who isn't him, but also to draw Nicky, who is the most attractive man he's seen in a long time. Because Nicky just praised him so openly, Joe feels comfortable adding, "you're very classically handsome, you know. You have the kind of face I've seen on Renaissance marble statues, or on Botticelli angels."

Nicky feels a similar warmth rush over him, a feeling he hasn't expected or anticipated. Joe has him completely surprised so often, and he's starting to realize that this is going to become normal. He breathes out raggedly, audible on the other end of the line.

Just him. It's just him.

"Weekend," he echoes, arching a brow at the fact that Joe wants his full attention. Well. All right, then. He snorts, though, at the notion that he could be a statue or an angel. "I don't think you're looking at them closely enough. None of them have my nose," he deadpans, wryly.

For the record, Joe loves the way Nicky's breath sounds, coming out ragged and loud. He wants to hear more of it.

"Next weekend?" Joe asks, smiling. "Saturday afternoon, and I'll make you dinner?" That's a bit bold for a first date, but Nicky has already basically agreed, so he doesn't feel self-conscious.

"Some of them have your nose, Nicolo," Joe counters, sounding amused. "I'll send you pictures, if you like. A lot of Roman statues have big noses, provided they've survived the test of time. Strong profiles are always better, for an artist to represent." Nicky's nose is lovely, Joe will not hear otherwise.

Nicky's about to agree when Joe offers to cook dinner on top of sketching him, with his full attention. He hasn't done anything like this in a while, but he suspects that this is going to be a real date and not just continuing their flirtations and bickering in a more private place.

Suddenly, it's very serious.

"You can send me all the examples you like, but I'm still going to think you're just flattering me." It is a bit odd, isn't it? Even he doesn't want to cut at Joe as much, would rather think of his beautiful hands working on the sketches. "Saturday afternoon, and then dinner after, that sounds fine," he agrees.

"What should I bring? And don't say nothing. You're doing so much already."

It is going to be a real date, yes. Joe wants it to be, so he'll do his best to make it so, if Nicky allows. He's not sure what this is yet but he's already all in, his heart suddenly beating a little faster as he waits for Nicky to agree.

"I wouldn't do it to flatter you. You don't know me that well, but I think you know me enough to realize that's not something I do," Joe points out, sounding amused. "Saturday, then. You can bring wine, if you like. Something that goes well with Mediterranean cooking."

Honestly, since Nicky is agreeing to model for him, making him dinner is the least Joe can do, in his opinion.

"I don't know. I do know you well enough to think that maybe you're fucking with me," Nicky admits with a sly smirk, fiddling with his earbud as he thinks about getting wine-drunk near Joe and how much that will incapacitate him, from the way it will make his cheeks flush to the way his whole body will get overwarm.

So maybe, "A white? I know it's not traditional, but I'm sure I could find a good white to offset fish," he suggests calmly, knowing that red wine has a tendency to get him over-warm and have terrible ideas.

That makes Joe laugh, leaning back in his chair, his eyes crinkling fondly at the corners. "Not about the face, Nicky," he reassures, sounding delighted. "Never about the face."

It's true, too. He'll make fun of Nicky for many things, but physical appearance isn't a joke he's likely to make. It would be tough, too, as he finds Nicky singularly attractive.

"If you'd like," Joe agrees, easily. "Something dry, not sweet. It could work." He'll drink any wine Nicky chooses to drink, honestly. He can adapt the menu to work with white wine, even.

That almost sounds like Joe likes his face. It goes both ways, though he's not sure he wants to give Joe the satisfaction of admitting that too loudly, even if he is thinking it. "Well, I'm glad to hear that my nose isn't on your list of things that you'll willingly insult," he quips, but his voice is suffused with warmth.

They're going to have a date, aren't they? He's bullied this poor artist into having a date with him, with wine and dinner and drawing.

"And what is the dress code? Should I wear something specific for your sketches?"

That definitely sounds like Joe likes Nicky's face. He does, a lot. It's a very nice face, in Joe's humble opinion. "There are so many things to pick from," Joe teases, lightly. "I don't need to go for your nose, if I want to insult you."

For reasons that might not be clear to Nicky, the question makes Joe chuckle. "Whatever you like, honestly. It won't matter much, for the sketches." Joe is assuming Nicky realizes why, but he could be assuming wrong. "I have to wear an old T-shirt if I'm going to use charcoal and paint, because it stains. I'll put on a nicer shirt for dinner, though, if you like," he adds, playfully.

"I wouldn't ask you to dress up in your own home, especially when you're already going to be providing me dinner," Nicky says, a touch defensively at the idea that he would be putting Joe out like that. "You can wear your charcoal-stained clothes to dinner, I won't mind."

And he won't, given his own fashion sense starts and stops with a lot of comfortable t-shirts that he wears.

"I know your walls at your show mainly had you, but when was the last time you did have someone model for you?" he asks, mainly out of curiosity and not actually jealousy.

Nicky's defensive answer makes Joe smile, humming. "Thank you," he says, sounding genuinely appreciative of the sentiment, despite the way Nicky worded it. "I think I will want to dress up. It's not every day I have dinner with an art critic who ripped my work to shreds and then agreed to model for me," he teases, though Nicky's review was only mildly critical and they both know it.

"A few months ago," Joe answers, earnestly. "I had a friend model for me. I mostly wanted to practice drawing her hands, those are pretty tricky. But I did a few sketches of her face, if you want to see what you're getting into."