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"Good," is Nicky's emphatic reply, because he would never want to see work wasted, and seeing it all go down the drain is a very poignant reminder that this is a transient artform. At least the picture will make it more permanent.

Nicky glances back to Joe, stealing a kiss in between him being soaped up. "There's another artwork that I'd like to see of you," he admits, "if you're willing to take on a commission." He reaches for the soap so he can have a turn, taking his time soaping up and running his hands over Joe's abs. "I'd very much like a new artist for the cover of my next book."

There is no need to steal kisses from Joe, he will give them all very willingly. He pauses to kiss Nicky better, his hands staying on his hips for a while, his eyes closed.

The offer makes him hum, even as he gently strokes his palms over Nicky's chest, making sure he got all the paint that managed to get there. "From you, I'll take any commission," Joe says, earnestly. He leans into the touch, looking down to enjoy the sight of Nicky's strong hands on his own chest.

"I could do that," he says, sounding surprised but pleased by the request. "I'd love to put your words into art." He grins, his hands coming up to rest on Nicky's broad shoulders, stroking to his neck. "I'm warning you, though, I am very expensive to commission," he adds, playfully. "So if you thought you could get away with getting free art from your poor boyfriend, you thought wrong, Nicolo."

Nicky can already tell that he'll feel the absence of Joe's fingers on his hips in no time at all. When he writes, when he reviews, he'll ache for the press of his fingers. It may become something of a problem, but he's going to enjoy it now, while he has it.

"Don't worry, I wouldn't ever think about making you do it for free. You would be paid and your name would be in the promotional materials," he promises, turning to face Joe, sliding his fingers through his wet hair to push it off his forehead. "Is my boyfriend truly so poor? Here I thought that he was very rich in non-financial ways."

Luckily, Joe will be more than willing to touch him every time he likes.

"That's nice," Joe agrees, mildly. "I didn't think you would. You don't strike me as one of the 'do it for the exposure' assholes I've had to deal with in the past." He shakes his head, disapproving.

"I am poor in money, very rich in other ways," Joe agrees, cupping Nicky's face between both hands. He grins, the corners of his eyes crinkling in joy. "I mean, I have been calling you tesoro for a reason, haven't I?" Nicky is quickly becoming so precious to him.

"I would never," he vows with a hint of fierceness in his words, because he would never ask for Joe to do anything for him as a favour or a kindness. He appreciates Joe's value and his talent far too much to even imply that he doesn't deserve the very most.

Nicky grins as he slides his soapy hands a little lower, taking his time to wash Joe's hips as he skims his thumbs over the line of Joe's hipbones. "Am I silver and gold, then? Or gems?"

"I know," Joe says, gently. He doesn't know everything about Nicky, but he can already tell that this is not the type of person he is. "Thank you."

He shifts his weight a little when Nicky's hands stroke lower, both because it feels nice and sensitive, and because he loves Nicky's hands on his hips. "No," he answers, smiling back. "You're yourself, and that's enough to make you precious."

"You're welcome," is his serious, calm, and honest reply, because he wants to make sure there's an even balance of respect between them, especially with how they began this relationship. Bickering is something he enjoys, but not if it throws them too far off balance.

He leans forward to slide his palms down Joe's thighs, gripping at his ass as he starts to soap him up. "Does everyone fall for those lines? Because I think I might have to give up my superiority complex, because I am too."

The difference is that bickering with Nicky, Joe never got the impression that Nicky was undervaluing him. They had argued about some aspects of his work, but Nicky had always made clear that he thought Joe's work had worth, and that Joe himself was talented. This has not, unfortunately, been the case with all the commissions Joe has done.

Joe steps closer to nip at Nicky's shoulder, pressing kisses up the side of his neck and grinning at the way Nicky is gripping his ass. "They're not lines if I mean it, Nico," he says, playfully. He kisses Nicky's jaw, his own arms coming to rest around his broad shoulders. "But I'm glad to know they're working all the same."

Nicky tries to hide his grin at the nip to his shoulder and the line of kisses up his neck, trying to play it calm, cool, and collected (something he's failed to do since he met Joe, if he's honest, in a variety of ways).

"They're working very hard," he says with a serious nod of his head, turning towards Joe for a slower kiss, mumbling against his lips. "Would you like to wash my hair now?"

That's okay, Joe doesn't want Nicky to be cool, calm and collected. He'd much rather seem him bothered, arch and passionate.

"Good," Joe says, sounding pleased. "I'll keep it up, then." The offers makes him hum and reach for the shampoo, slipping his fingers through Nicky's wet hair. "I'd like that. Is that something you like too?" Nicky's hair is lovely and as much as Joe likes to dishevel it, he thinks it'll be nice to help wash it instead, for once.

Nicky has a very particular thing for the touch of fingers at his scalp. It makes him shiver and bow towards the person touching him. It makes him want to whimper and give in, fully, absolutely, and totally. It also means that his hair will look better, because he doesn't do the best job himself when it's barely rinsed out.

"I think," he manages, sucking in a breath through his teeth, "that you should keep going and find out." It will only be moments now before Nicky has a hard-on and Joe will know exactly how much he likes it.

"Yeah?" Joe prompts, smiling at the way Nicky is leaning into him now, shivering at the sensation of Joe's fingers running through his hair gently. He uses more shampoo and carefully works up a lather in Nicky's hair, combing his fingers through the strands, giving his scalp a slow massage with his fingertips.

Nicky is so close to him in the small shower that Joe can feel him get hard almost as soon as it starts happening, grinning wider. "What is it that you like, then? The scalp massage?" he inquires, demonstrating. "The petting?" He smooths Nicky's hair back. "Some pulling?" He tugs, close to the scalp so it doesn't hurt much, just enough to tilt Nicky's head back so he can kiss the underside of his jaw.

The pull makes him moan, a sound drawn out of him that he would be embarrassed to name, especially seeing as he likes to think he has so much more control than that. And yet, one tug from Joe, and his knees are almost buckling, he's fighting hard to grab at the shower wall, and he's forgetting all the things that led them here (namely, that he isn't usually ready to go like this again so soon).

"I think a combination of all of it, but especially the hands responsible for it, those are very important," is his grave admission, breathing a little harder now. "Joe," he groans, hand sliding from his hips to take his cock in hand, "There's something else I think could use some petting and pulling."

It's such a lovely sound and Joe smiles even as he directs Nicky to stand under the spray of water to rinse the shampoo out. When he sees that Nicky's knees are almost buckling he puts his free hand on his hip to steady him, pushing him up against the tiled wall so he doesn't risk slipping. He hums in answer, nipping down the side of Nicky's neck, licking at the water drops there.

"I hope my hands are to your liking, then," he answers, looking down when Nicky moves to touch his cock. "Is there?" he teases, amused. "What's that?" He punctuates the question with another tug, his fingers tight in Nicky's wet hair, trying to see if he can make him moan again.

Nicky helpfully steps to the exact spot that Joe needs him in, making a soft hum of pleasure for the warmth of the water, the bite of Joe's teeth, and the hand in his hair. It's not exactly a moan that Joe gets from him, more of a wrecked sound like Joe has somehow reached into his soul and broken him apart.

Fuck, that feels nice. Nicer than most things that Nicky's experienced in his life, if he's honest.

He drags his hand down Joe's cock, working his thumb over the head as he tries to hold his own ground. "What?" he asks, because his brain just short-circuited. Did Joe ask him something? Right, yes. In retribution, he starts jerking Joe off a little faster. "This kind of pulling and petting, I think."

It's a very nice sound nonetheless and it makes Joe's hips arch into Nicky's touch, stepping even closer so they are pressed together from thighs to shoulders. He shivers when Nicky starts stroking him, quickly hardening further, pleasure making him hum and flush with warmth.

Grinning as Nicky just blinks at him dazedly and takes a few seconds to answer, he leans in to kiss along his jawline again. "Oh, that kind," he says, his voice low and pleased. He lets go of Nicky's hip to circle his cock instead, stroking him slow and steady. He watches what it does to Nicky, tugging on his hair again and leaning in to kiss his wet lips, eager to swallow the noises of pleasure Nicky will make.

Joe's voice sounds utterly delicious when it does that. Nicky wants to record it, make it his ringtone, and never hear anything else. Is he a little affected by him? Honestly, he thinks it's more than just a little, given how heated he is.

It drives him on, though, and lets himself loose as he makes out with Joe, frantic and furious, messy as he jerks him off, glad they're in the shower for the mess they're both about to make. "You are the worst," he mutters into the kiss, for the teasing, and means none of it.

Joe kisses back passionately, groaning against Nicky's mouth and pushing him up against the wall to press their bodies together tightly. It's too frantic, too heated considering they did this already only a few minutes before but Joe can't bring himself to care, feeling heat flush through his whole body.

"You started it," he growls in response, grinning even as he nips on Nicky's lower lip. "You can't tell me just how to ruin you and then expect me not to do it." He gasps when Nicky's grip on his cock gets messy and fast, panting in the steam around them. He strokes Nicky faster in retaliation, tugging on his hair hard and sucking a mark just under his jaw, determined to make him come.

"Did I?" is Nicky's all-too-innocent reply, as if he's utterly shocked to be accused of such a thing. Never mind that he's panting and frantically jerking Joe's cock, careful not to give in to instincts that want him to wrap a leg around Joe's waist.

The last thing he needs is to fall in the shower and break a hip.

"You could have," he mutters, in between biting kisses, "waited on the knowledge."

"No," Joe says, between panting kisses. "I really couldn't have."

He comes with a gasp, screwing his eyes shut and pressing his face against the crook of Nicky's shoulder, his whole body arching in pleasure. It shouldn't be so strong, shouldn't be so good, not when it's the second time in a row.

And yet, here he is.

He massages the back of Nicky's head gently, soothing the ache where he pulled on his hair, and kisses along his neck blindly as he strokes him fast and tight.

Nicky scrunches his nose up, another argument coming quickly, but it's subdued the moment that Joe comes. All his words fly away when that happens, because Nicky is powerless to enjoying it in the warmth of Joe's touch, in his shower, massaging his head.

He needs something more, though.

"One more," he pleads, panting. "Joe," he demands. "Pull it, one more time, my hair," he mumbles, hips rocking into the touch.

"Yeah?" Joe says, grinning as he turns his head to look at Nicky, his nose pressing against his cheek. Nicky is so beautiful like this, flushed and panting, his entire body pressing close.

"I don't know, maybe I should wait on that knowledge," he taunts, scratching at Nicky's scalp gently but not pulling, purposefully keeping him on the edge a little longer. It's a dangerous game to play with someone like Nicky, Joe knows, but he's enjoying taking that risk immensely.

Nicky is about to curse at him, his desperation on the brink of turning into something far meaner, and when Joe only scratches at his scalp, he nearly hisses at him, smacking at his hand. "Well, if you don't know how to do this, then I will finish myself," is his haughty reply, angling his hips away as if he actually prefers to do this himself.

Isn't this the point of having a boyfriend? So he doesn't? And yet, pride and stubbornness demands that he takes this into his own hand -- literally.

Nicky's arch reaction makes Joe laugh, low and fond, watching him step away and glare, even when he's so close and so sensitive. "Touchy, aren't you?" he says, gently, putting his hand on Nicky's wrist to stop him from stroking himself. "Let me. I'll do it just the way you tell me, I promise." He presses a kiss to the corner of Nicky's mouth, gauging his response. "Just the way you like it."

Nicky's nostrils flare with the sharp breath he inhales. "I would prefer you touch me," is his reply, but he wants the pull of his hair, knowing that the instant that Joe does that, he'll be weak and his knees will give out.

That's the way he likes it, but Joe's kisses are good too, pausing long enough to let Joe take over, more intent on the kiss than the touch. "Show me how well you listened," he coaxes, voice low.