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Nicky lifts his eyes long enough to enjoy that kiss, but then he's right back to staring at Joe's ass. If he didn't want Nicky looking, he wouldn't be walking in front of him like that, he reasons.

He tightens his grip on his bag and follows after him, a little winded and mood still a little sour from the conversation with his friends. "I think maybe if you did that around my friends, we'd win a lot of them over," he admits, though maybe it would make them think Nicky only wants Joe for his body, and that's not true.

Be his guest, Nicky, Joe is more than happy to have you stare longingly at his ass. His trousers are tight and he's been doing a lot of squats, he knows it looks good.

Stepping out of the gym, Joe turns around to hold out his hand for Nicky, leading the way. "You think so? You invite them over for drinks and here I am, fresh from the gym, not wearing a shirt?" he teases, stroking his thumb over Nicky's knuckles. "I think that only works so well on you, habibi."

Nicky keeps just a step behind, but he's not staring at Joe's ass anymore. He's slung an arm around his waist to hold on loosely as they go, his smile tender-soft as he stares at Joe, thinking that he completely doesn't know his own attractiveness.

"I don't know," he warns, "I think I would have to jealously guard you if you did this. Then everyone would know what an amazing thing I have."

Joe puts his own hand over Nicky's on his waist, looking back at him as he makes his way towards his flat. The smile Nicky is giving him is making Joe's entire chest feel warm and loved, and he has to push himself to keep walking and not just stop and kiss Nicky right there in the middle of the sidewalk.

"You don't have to jealously guard me," Joe replies, smiling soft and bright. "I can't be stolen away, I'm too happy to be where I am." He waggles his eyebrows playfully. "So your friends can look, but they can't touch." Only Nicky's touch is encouraged, obviously.

"Well, in that case, then I think we should immediately arrange a trip to some sort of sauna or beach where you'll have your shirt off the whole time." There's no better way to show off his new boyfriend than to flaunt just how handsome he is and how well in shape he keeps.

Not that it'll be a secret when his next book comes out and Joe's artwork adorns the cover and shows off such magnificence. "What if I want to jealously guard you a little? Shouldn't I be allowed?"

Joe's answering grin is very bright. "Only if you wear very tight shorts in return, habibi," he teases, amused by Nicky's insistence that Joe's naked chest will drive people wild. If Joe has to be shirtless for Nicky's enjoyment, the least Nicky can do is to repeatedly sidetrack Joe just by walking around with his perfect ass on display.

"In that case, by all means," Joe agrees, easily. "What would your jealous guarding entail, just so I can be ready for it?"

Nicky tips his head to the side, considering it even as his brain mulls over why anyone would want that. "Well," he says, very thoughtfully, "if a pair of shorts from you happened to turn up on my bed, I'm sure I would have to wear them. It would be rude to refuse a gift."

He imagines that he might like a comfortable pair of shorts to cook in, but he says nothing more on that topic.

He inhales as he contemplates what he would do. "Well," he begins, "I think there would be a lot of staring. There would also be kissing. Very possessive kissing, so everyone understood who you belonged to."

Joe makes a little 'uh' noise at the idea, definitely considering the idea. He could go and buy shorts for Nicky. Short and tight but comfortable, in a color that goes well with his complexion. Joe's got this. "Then I will," he agrees, grinning in advance. This is going to be a very nice sight to stumble upon.

"So, just what you usually do?" Joe teases, pushing the door of his building open and holding it for Nicky. "I'm not hearing anything out of the ordinary, here."

"Good, my short collection is severely lacking," he says, keeping a straight face even as he says, "My last boyfriend didn't even leave me with a good choice."

He leans a little into Joe's body as they move into the building, careful not to take up too much space. "I don't think my kissing is possessive," he protests, and when they're inside, he gently pushes Joe up against the wall to kiss him, slow and soft and sweet and drawn out.

There's nothing rushed or firm or possessive about this kiss at all.

"Then I'll have to do better," Joe states, seriously. He's not a very competitive man on the whole, but he does feels like he should be better than any of Nicky's ex-boyfriends, always. And buying short shorts while picturing how Nicky will look in them is no ordeal.

"Only sometimes," Joe answers, his face earnest. "I like it." But then Nicky is pushing him up against the wall and kissing him so softly it makes Joe feel warm all over. He smiles into it, his hands on Nicky's hips, kissing him back just as tenderly. "I like this, too."

"Start with something nice and deep," he insists, still leaning in for another kiss while he's here. "I wouldn't mind a jewel toned pair of shorts. Or maybe just bright orange." It would certainly get people to notice him, he knows that.

He inhales deeply and leans in for another slow kiss, grinning against Joe's lips. "It would be very possessive in front of friends, both so they understood you're mine, but also to punish them for doubting us."

"I was thinking more blue or green, to go with your eyes," Joe corrects, chuckling. He kisses back, stroking his hands up Nicky's chest, holding him close. "But we can do traffic cone orange, if you'd like." He waggles his eyebrows, his tone mock-smarmy. "Body like yours, any color is a good color, doll."

"I'm okay with that," Joe agrees, happily taking more kisses. "You have my full cooperation to prove that point any way you'd like, Nico." His hands stroke back down to Nicky's hips, tightening. "Should I be possessive in return?"

"I would be glad to match," he assures with an easy smile, thinking of blues and greens and probably not wearing any underwear beneath the shorts, so he doesn't have to ruin the look of them.

Nicky exhales at the hands on his chest, thinking that they should keep moving, to somewhere more comfortable than a wall, but he's not really in the mood to go anywhere. "And what does being possessive on you look like?" he asks, because it's only polite to ask in return.

Meanwhile Joe is thinking about wrapping his arms around Nicky while he's wearing the shorts, and just slipping both his hands in the back to grab his ass. It's a nice thought.

"Well," Joe drawls, pushing against Nicky so he can swap their positions, pressing him up against the wall instead, a little harder. "At the gym you said the second part of my workout should involve pressing your weight up a wall." He kisses up Nicky's jaw and down the side of his neck. "You know me, I'm always willing to exercise."

The breath gets knocked out of Nicky, briefly, a soft puff of breath before he laughs and lets his eyes fall over Joe, shivering a little at the promise.

"Yes, but is exercise really possessiveness?" he wonders, eyes glimmering with the tease as he shifts a little, wrapping a leg around Joe's waist to get him ready for whatever position it is that Joe wants him in.

Joe likes that shiver very much and he grins, nipping on Nicky's neck, nuzzling at the soft skin under his ear. "It is if you do it possessively," Joe teases in return, humming when he feels Nicky's leg wrap around his waist enticingly.

They're not going to be able to fuck like that, not while they both have their clothes on and the supplies are in the bedroom, but Joe wants to show that he could do it, that Nicky's fantasy is very much within reach. He pushes against Nicky, putting his back into it and pressing him up, both hands grabbing him under the thighs to hold him steady. Nicky is heavy but Joe thinks he could take that weight for a long time, if he were sufficiently motivated to do so. "Well?" he prompts, leaning up for a playful kiss.

Nicky gives a thoughtful 'hmm' followed by an equally knowing, 'uh huh', but the truth is that he's not paying much attention, seeing as he's rubbing his thumb in gentle circles at Joe's hip, very possessive in the hungry look in his eye.

And then, he's lifted up, just like that, and his heart starts beating faster. "I think," he says, swallowing thickly, "that if you turn me on any more, you might break my cock from wanting."

"That'd be a shame," Joe comments, sounding smug that he can get such a reaction from Nicky so easily. "I like it a lot." He gives Nicky a playful grin and then leans up to kiss him, heated and wanting, shifting his hips so he can press more firmly between Nicky's thighs and rock against him, a dirty grind designed to make them both breathless with need.

Nicky groans, a guttural thing that's interrupted by the way he has to grip at Joe's shoulders and for the small little pleas that intersperse with the wanting noise.

"It likes you too," he says plainly. "Joe," he sighs, rocking up against him frantically. "Please. Don't start anything we can't finish."

Joe is soon panting too, kissing Nicky and hard and stealing breaths when he can, groaning his name and heated praise in turn. He shivers when Nicky rocks against him pleadingly, biting his shoulder through his shirt, a shameless display of possessiveness.

"Oh, we'll finish it," he promises, his voice low and dark. "Hang tight." He holds onto Nicky as he pulls away from the wall, carrying him to the bedroom where they can undress, get supplies, and resume driving each other wild.

It's a good thing they haven't bothered to shower, seeing as they're about to get dirty all over again. Nicky wraps his arms around Joe's neck, lifting his other leg to wrap it around Joe's waist so he's holding on as secure and tight as he can.

"I wouldn't ever let go," he vows, "not when I have the most comfortable seat in the world," is a smug addition, as he settles a little, and then lifts himself to rock against Joe.

Joe can't help but laugh, pressing kisses to Nicky's shoulder as he navigates towards the bedroom. He almost trips when Nicky starts rocking against him, cursing and holding him still, his eyes dark and amused. "I'll fall and drop you, habibi," he warns, his voice soft.

He carries Nicky all the way to the bed and lets go so he can toe off his shoes, take off his T-shirt and get rid of his yoga pants. "Come on, you too." He grins, arching his eyebrows at his boyfriend.

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"Well, then we will be very bruised, but at least it will be together," he deadpans, a very serious look in his eyes as he lets Joe carry him off. He does stop, but only because he would hate to disappoint Joe by forcing him to drop Nicky like that.

He fumbles at his t-shirt, the bulk of it seeming to strangle his neck as he fights to yank it off, cursing in Italian when it gets tangled, but soon it's gone, along with his very tight pants and socks, leaving only his boxer-briefs.

"You might have to give me a good workout," he teases. "You distracted me at the gym, I didn't get much done."

Joe watches Nicky strip, grinning in amusement. "You remember when you told me you had a second job and I asked if you were a stripper?" he teases gently, and arches his eyebrows. "I take it back."

He can't resist the pale skin of Nicky's inner thighs though, and puts one knee on the bed to push him back, pressing kisses there, rubbing his bearded cheek against sensitive skin. "Yeah? I can do that. I could hold you up but let you do all the work, if you'd like." It would probably be a somewhat frustrating experience after a while, but if Nicky wants to sweat and pant and try to get enough friction to come, Joe would be happy to watch him.

Nicky scowls and flings the yoga pants at Joe's head, even if he misses. "It's not my fault these are so tight," he complains, even if it absolutely is his fault, because he's the one who picked them out of the pile, wanting Joe to be able to best see his ass and his legs.

Still, they're gone now, and he's grinning at Joe, thinking about how he could absolutely take stripping lessons, if that's the concern.

"No," he says, gently, fingers carding through Joe's hair. "It's a very nice offer, but what I want is for you to work with me."