Nicky takes his time inhaling deeply, and pretending that it's Joe's hand on his cock is good, but it's not enough. He knows it isn't, but he also knows it's what he has to live with, for another twenty-four hours.
Next time, when he goes on a book tour, he is not letting Joe out of his sight. He will make him come, and they will have learned their lesson.
"Tell me about what you were painting," he insists, instead of the clothes. That's what he knows will bring him off, hearing Joe speak with such passion about his project.
Joe grins at the request, because of course Nicky would want to hear about his painting and bring himself off to Joe's description of his work. He's weird like that, and Joe loves it.
"Kinky, Nicolo," he teases, stroking himself steadily and closing his eyes as he remembers. "It's a landscape, mostly greens and blues, very peaceful," he describes. "A little impressionistic in the style, because I wanted..." he'll talk about his plan for the painting then, and the idea behind it, his voice low and breathless.
Nicky grunts lightly when Joe calls him kinky, when really he is just appreciative of all the right things. It's not his fault that his boyfriend has already trained him to appreciate art.
That, and he's been an art critic for his side hustle for some time. Good art turns him on.
"You wanted...?" he prods, breath hitching as he listens to Joe explain, and his beautiful voice with those dulcet tones bring him so close to the edge. "Joe," he moans.
"Yeah? This is really doing it for you, isn't it?" Joe answers when Nicky moans his name, his voice very tender and very heated. Nicky's kink might be Joe's art, but Joe's kink is knowing Nicky is having a great time, which is just as oddly specific.
"Go on, then," Joe coaxes, stroking himself too, his eyes closed as he pictures Nicky like a Renaissance nude, flushed and lovely. "Come for me, tesoro, I want to hear it." He grins. "And when you come back, I'll show you all the sketches I've done of you while you were away."
"Shut up," Nicky mutters under his breath, because he doesn't think that Joe should be teasing him for finding him so very sexy, especially when the idea of Joe's hands filthy with paint and working on a canvas is an image that turns him on the way it does.
It's not his fault, he's fairly sure anyone with eyes would think the same.
He licks his lips, thrilled with the permission and eager to play with it, getting rougher with his strokes, imagining Joe's fingers stained with blues and greens staining his pale skin. "The sketches," he gasps, "and then I want you to touch me with your fingers, press fingerprints into my hips."
Groaning, he bucks them forward into his hand. "Joe," he whines. "Joe, for you," he vows, and is so loud as he comes that he's sure his next door hotel neighbour is going to be very cross.
"You don't want me to shut up," Joe corrects, sounding fond and amused. He likes that Nicky is finding the time to grumble even now, even when they're doing this and he's getting so close.
"We can do that," Joe agrees, warm and pleased. I'll put charcoal fingerprints all over you. Paint you again too, if you'd like, it's been a while." He'd like to paint Nicky's face, he thinks, make him into something different and beautiful. He's not averse to leaving fingerprints and paint prints all over his body, either.
Nicky is very loud as he comes, louder than he normally is, and Joe loves it, stilling to listen better, his breathing hitching. "Oh, Nico," he sighs, delighted. "You sound so lovely, I can just picture you making a mess of yourself."
No, he doesn't. He wants Joe to keep whispering seductively in his ear for the next few decades of his life, but it seems a little forward to say that when he's on the cusp of coming.
It really only takes the image of's Joe's black-stained fingers to tip him over the edge, whimpering softly as all the noise seems to get sucked back in, almost like him coming is what he's been waiting for.
"Housekeeping will be getting a very generous tip," he guarantees, breathless and panting. "Joe, tesoro, have you...?"
"I'm sure they will," Joe says, warmly. He knows Nicolo is very generous with these things, especially when he feels that it is well-deserved.
"I'm close," he whispers, resuming his stroking, letting his head fall back against the couch. "Thinking about how you will kiss me when you return." He sighs, happily. "How you will look with my fingerprints all over you, giving me that look when your eyes are so dark."
"I will not let you leave my arms," is Nicky's solemn promise.
His voice is soft and steady, a gentle thing, because he wants to close his eyes and imagine Joe in his arms, thinking of how he may actually jump him the moment he arrives home. Their home, or at least, their home until they find something that suits them both.
"I will read to you from my book after you paint me, I will kiss you until I ache from it," he guarantees, with a soft and happy sigh. "Because I love you, Joe."
Joe smiles, his eyes still closed. "What makes you think I'd even try to leave your arms," he argues playfully, his voice going a little shaky as his pleasure builds.
He hums, low and wanting, at what Nicky is promising in that soft voice, biting on his lower lip to give himself some contact there as he pictures Nicky kissing him as soon as he returns.
Nicky's words of love are met with a soft groan and Joe manages to whisper that he loves Nicky too before he comes, breathing hard as he strokes himself through his pleasure.
Now that they have both found their pleasure, Nicky feels cold and lonely, even though Joe is on the other end of the line. He's regretting telling Joe not to come, because as much as he wants to believe he can be patient, he's also realizing that it's not the case.
He waits to hear Joe's breathing settle before he speaks.
"We are going to be a pair, aren't we? Unable to drift too far from each other for the rest of our lives." He puts it out there, almost tentatively, testing the waters to see how Joe will react to such a statement.
Joe takes his time to catch his breath, still smiling, his eyes closed. When he opens them he too is left cold and alone though, and with sticky fingers. He sighs, reaching for a paper tissue so he doesn't make a mess on their couch, before he zips himself up and goes to wash his hands.
He keeps the phone between his cheek and his shoulder, grinning when Nicky speaks up again. "I think we're going to be quite insufferable," he agrees, fondly, drying his hands. "The rest of our lives, uh?" he adds, a little teasing though he obviously has no objections.
Nicky pauses a moment, in the midst of his cleanup, careful to keep the phone with him. "Well," he says, flustered and blushing a little, because he hadn't meant to scare Joe with his statement, but he also knows that unless he's the one who makes a mess of it, he doesn't want things to end.
"Who am I to ignore a great thing? It took me this long to meet you. I'm just lucky that you were willing to be more than just my nemesis via email."
Joe isn't scared at all, and it shows in the way he chuckles, warm and amused. When he answers, his voice is tender. "I think I'm the lucky one, Nicolo. But let's not argue about who is luckiest."
He hums, setting out to make himself a cup of tea, feeling relaxed though he still misses having Nicky close enough to touch fiercely. Nicky's voice in his ear, still, is much better than nothing, and he holds the phone tightly. "I'll always be your email nemesis," he teases, softly. "But I'm happy to be more to you, for as long as you will let me."
"Ah, well, in that case, I'm going to claim you until you don't want me anymore," Nicky replies, tangling the blankets around him as if he can cocoon and find himself protected from a lonely night. "Maybe, sometime, we can pretend again," he teases.
"I will find an anonymous address, and I will email about your latest exhibit to give you my honest opinion about the brushwork."
"That could be a very long time, Nico, just so you know," Joe teases back. He pours himself a cup of tea and returns to the living room, grinning at Nicolo's offer to become his email nemesis again.
"Oh yeah? Criticize my model even though the model is you?" He sips from his tea, humming. "I think I'd recognize your style of criticism. I'd come straight home and demand an explanation," he mock-threatens, oddly amused at the idea of staging an argument between them.
"You had better seal that promise," Nicky insists, because if Joe is going to offer the rest of his life, then Nicky is going to take him up on it. He can be very selfish, which Joe might not know in full, but he's going to find out.
He laughs, softly, as he thinks to his earliest criticisms of Joe and how self-centered he had thought the man, only to be proven wrong. "Would it be a heated argument, my love?" he murmurs. "I'm sure we could find ways to hash it out."
"I'll seal it with a kiss when you come back," Joe promises, his voice tender. If Nicky's selfishness means they are going to stay together forever, Joe is fully ready to encourage it.
"Very heated," he confirms, though his tone shows clearly that he doesn't mean it. "I would be very mad and you'd have to go to great lengths to placate me. Great lengths, Nico," he insists, obviously grinning.
"Tomorrow," Nicky murmurs with a long sigh, as if he's the one truly upset about this turn of events, when he's the one who took this book tour in the first place, even knowing how miserable he would be.
He closes his eyes, letting the overwhelming feeling of love and adoration wash over him. "Well, then, I will start with the length between your legs and go from there."
"Tomorrow," Joe repeats, longingly. It seems so close and yet very far away at the same time. He takes a sip from his tea, humming in agreement when he hears Nicky sigh. "I'm definitely coming with you, next time," he points out, smiling.
Nicky's awful joke makes Joe snort inelegantly and rub at his face, unable to bite down a grin. Well, he did set himself up for that one, didn't he? "Pretty safe bet, I can't stay mad at you when you do that," he agrees, amused.
"Next time, you will come to every signing and you can make my readers furiously jealous that I have made my romantic hero come to life," he agrees, because even before Joe had done the artwork for him, he thinks he would be hard-pressed to admit his new protagonist is anyone but Joe.
He grins, lazily, and absently rubs at the spot beside him, as if he can make Joe manifest. "I know. It's been a very handy trick to have."
"I can definitely do that," Joe agrees, pleased at the idea that he could make everyone jealous just by standing there and grinning to Nicky lovingly. "I'll be your arm candy for the signings, make sure no one hits on you," he adds, teasingly. "Perhaps sign a few copies too, if I do end up drawing your cover art."
Joe hums, low and tender. "It truly has, hasn't it? And you've been using it ruthlessly habibi, you know I don't stand a chance."
"As if they would hit on me with you right there," Nicky huffs, but he still appreciates the idea, and he's grinning as he looks at Joe, nodding as he thinks about how very much he will be outshined.
Nicky is very ruthless, and he is very glad for it, and there is nothing about it he would take back. "Good," he murmurs, his post-coital pleasure catching up with him. "In that case, I think we have an agreement about my next book tour."
"I think they would," Joe argues. "Have you seen yourself, Nicky? I'd give it a shot too, if I met you at a book signing." Joe grins, amused. "And perhaps I will. I'll come to get my book signed, pretend I've never met you before, and seduce you away," he teases, joking though the idea holds some appeal.
"We do," Joe agrees, softly. "Much better than this." He hums at the tone of Nicky's voice. "Sleepy? Are you going to bed soon?"
"I have had to up my game," Nicky admits, seriously, "if I'm dating you, I want to be as attractive as possible." It's as good as admitting to being vain and making himself look as handsome as possible when he'd first gone to Joe's show, but not something he says out loud.
He suspect Joe knows, anyway.
"I was tired out by someone's very lovely voice," Nicky admits, "but I don't want you to hang up," he admits. "Will you stay on the line with me?"
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Next time, when he goes on a book tour, he is not letting Joe out of his sight. He will make him come, and they will have learned their lesson.
"Tell me about what you were painting," he insists, instead of the clothes. That's what he knows will bring him off, hearing Joe speak with such passion about his project.
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"Kinky, Nicolo," he teases, stroking himself steadily and closing his eyes as he remembers. "It's a landscape, mostly greens and blues, very peaceful," he describes. "A little impressionistic in the style, because I wanted..." he'll talk about his plan for the painting then, and the idea behind it, his voice low and breathless.
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That, and he's been an art critic for his side hustle for some time. Good art turns him on.
"You wanted...?" he prods, breath hitching as he listens to Joe explain, and his beautiful voice with those dulcet tones bring him so close to the edge. "Joe," he moans.
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"Go on, then," Joe coaxes, stroking himself too, his eyes closed as he pictures Nicky like a Renaissance nude, flushed and lovely. "Come for me, tesoro, I want to hear it." He grins. "And when you come back, I'll show you all the sketches I've done of you while you were away."
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It's not his fault, he's fairly sure anyone with eyes would think the same.
He licks his lips, thrilled with the permission and eager to play with it, getting rougher with his strokes, imagining Joe's fingers stained with blues and greens staining his pale skin. "The sketches," he gasps, "and then I want you to touch me with your fingers, press fingerprints into my hips."
Groaning, he bucks them forward into his hand. "Joe," he whines. "Joe, for you," he vows, and is so loud as he comes that he's sure his next door hotel neighbour is going to be very cross.
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"We can do that," Joe agrees, warm and pleased. I'll put charcoal fingerprints all over you. Paint you again too, if you'd like, it's been a while." He'd like to paint Nicky's face, he thinks, make him into something different and beautiful. He's not averse to leaving fingerprints and paint prints all over his body, either.
Nicky is very loud as he comes, louder than he normally is, and Joe loves it, stilling to listen better, his breathing hitching. "Oh, Nico," he sighs, delighted. "You sound so lovely, I can just picture you making a mess of yourself."
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It really only takes the image of's Joe's black-stained fingers to tip him over the edge, whimpering softly as all the noise seems to get sucked back in, almost like him coming is what he's been waiting for.
"Housekeeping will be getting a very generous tip," he guarantees, breathless and panting. "Joe, tesoro, have you...?"
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"I'm close," he whispers, resuming his stroking, letting his head fall back against the couch. "Thinking about how you will kiss me when you return." He sighs, happily. "How you will look with my fingerprints all over you, giving me that look when your eyes are so dark."
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His voice is soft and steady, a gentle thing, because he wants to close his eyes and imagine Joe in his arms, thinking of how he may actually jump him the moment he arrives home. Their home, or at least, their home until they find something that suits them both.
"I will read to you from my book after you paint me, I will kiss you until I ache from it," he guarantees, with a soft and happy sigh. "Because I love you, Joe."
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He hums, low and wanting, at what Nicky is promising in that soft voice, biting on his lower lip to give himself some contact there as he pictures Nicky kissing him as soon as he returns.
Nicky's words of love are met with a soft groan and Joe manages to whisper that he loves Nicky too before he comes, breathing hard as he strokes himself through his pleasure.
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He waits to hear Joe's breathing settle before he speaks.
"We are going to be a pair, aren't we? Unable to drift too far from each other for the rest of our lives." He puts it out there, almost tentatively, testing the waters to see how Joe will react to such a statement.
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He keeps the phone between his cheek and his shoulder, grinning when Nicky speaks up again. "I think we're going to be quite insufferable," he agrees, fondly, drying his hands. "The rest of our lives, uh?" he adds, a little teasing though he obviously has no objections.
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"Who am I to ignore a great thing? It took me this long to meet you. I'm just lucky that you were willing to be more than just my nemesis via email."
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He hums, setting out to make himself a cup of tea, feeling relaxed though he still misses having Nicky close enough to touch fiercely. Nicky's voice in his ear, still, is much better than nothing, and he holds the phone tightly. "I'll always be your email nemesis," he teases, softly. "But I'm happy to be more to you, for as long as you will let me."
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"I will find an anonymous address, and I will email about your latest exhibit to give you my honest opinion about the brushwork."
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"Oh yeah? Criticize my model even though the model is you?" He sips from his tea, humming. "I think I'd recognize your style of criticism. I'd come straight home and demand an explanation," he mock-threatens, oddly amused at the idea of staging an argument between them.
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He laughs, softly, as he thinks to his earliest criticisms of Joe and how self-centered he had thought the man, only to be proven wrong. "Would it be a heated argument, my love?" he murmurs. "I'm sure we could find ways to hash it out."
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"Very heated," he confirms, though his tone shows clearly that he doesn't mean it. "I would be very mad and you'd have to go to great lengths to placate me. Great lengths, Nico," he insists, obviously grinning.
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He closes his eyes, letting the overwhelming feeling of love and adoration wash over him. "Well, then, I will start with the length between your legs and go from there."
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Nicky's awful joke makes Joe snort inelegantly and rub at his face, unable to bite down a grin. Well, he did set himself up for that one, didn't he? "Pretty safe bet, I can't stay mad at you when you do that," he agrees, amused.
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He grins, lazily, and absently rubs at the spot beside him, as if he can make Joe manifest. "I know. It's been a very handy trick to have."
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Joe hums, low and tender. "It truly has, hasn't it? And you've been using it ruthlessly habibi, you know I don't stand a chance."
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Nicky is very ruthless, and he is very glad for it, and there is nothing about it he would take back. "Good," he murmurs, his post-coital pleasure catching up with him. "In that case, I think we have an agreement about my next book tour."
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"We do," Joe agrees, softly. "Much better than this." He hums at the tone of Nicky's voice. "Sleepy? Are you going to bed soon?"
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He suspect Joe knows, anyway.
"I was tired out by someone's very lovely voice," Nicky admits, "but I don't want you to hang up," he admits. "Will you stay on the line with me?"
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