Flashback (A DNA ficlet)

FLASHBACK

July 17, 2012

The thump, thump, thump of the rotary blades drowned out whatever it was Ty had said. Nick smiled anyway hearing the copilot’s guffaw as Ty gave Nick a wink and a slow grin. By that look Nick knew that whatever joke Ty had cracked was probably at Nick’s expense, but Nick didn’t care, he could take it as well as he could give it. Besides, he was in a great fucking mood, a little nervous, but happy.

Their tour was over and they were on the first leg of several to get them home. Nick was sick to death of the desert landscape. Sick to death of the fucking sand. They all were. Nick used to love the beach. He wasn’t sure that’s how he’d be spending his summers anymore though. They had squeezed in to the Helo, an earlier ride than expected, because they were anxious to get away from it all.

The unmistakable nerve rattling whistle was their only warning before the explosion. The Helo rocked furiously before it started to spin and chaos ensued. Nick could hear the call of mayday, mayday as random supplies that weren’t strapped in started to rain down. There were only so many seatbelts, and he and Ty hadn’t been strapped in either. The bird tilted precariously and Nick started to slide towards the open door feet first. He scrambled to find anything to hold onto as he tried not to panic when a strong hand gripped his wrist, stopping his descent.

“Jesus Christ, O!” Ty exclaimed when Nick looked up into the hazel eyes of his rescuer. Ty had hooked an elbow around one of the bolted seat legs, “I’m getting real tired of saving your ass.” He gave a pull until Nick was able to grip onto the leg himself, “and you gotta stop eating so much.” It was a strange thing to say, given the situation, but Nick knew it was Ty’s way of trying to keep him calm. Ty wasn’t crazy, well maybe a little, but the banter was a way he and Nick dealt with stressful situations. Nick opened his mouth to reply that he could never say no to second helpings of cook’s meatloaf when the impact rocked his world before he blacked out.

Only he didn’t black out, or if he did it only lasted a second because he was suddenly on his stomach in that mother fucking sand.

 “Ty!” Nick yelled kicking his legs in an effort to crawl forward. He couldn’t move them, they were caught in something, or…fuck, hanging on by a thread, or…gone? Had he landed on an IED? Were they blown off before they’d even hit the ground? Why didn’t it hurt? He should be racked with pain. Because you’re probably in shock, you’ve seen it happen to other men. Running around with their arm blown off without a clue their limb was missing because they were too caught up in the adrenaline of the shit show that was going on around them. Fuck. Fuck! Nick scrambled on the ground with his hands, searching for his rifle. He couldn’t see either, he couldn’t fucking see. It was so dark. Too dark. Still, he could make out another flash of light, more explosions; something was raining down around him. Where the fuck was his M-16? Jesus Christ, his heart was pounding so fucking hard it felt like he couldn’t breathe. Don’t panic. You’re fucking Recon O’Flaherty, you were trained for this. You were trained to stay the fuck calm in these situations. He felt, rather than heard; someone approaching and he reached for his Kbar on his possibly missing thigh. No way he was being captured alive if he could help it. He’d fight with everything he could, legs or no, because he could only imagine what these animals would do to an American Marine.

“Nick.” He heard his name coming from a distance and he stopped searching for a moment to listen. He could barely hear over the pounding of his heart in his ears.

“Ty!?” Nick breathed,”Ty, my legs man…my fucking eyes. I can’t see…I can’t…are you ok?”

“Nick.” The voice was closer this time. It sounded sort of like Ty, but not Ty. Who…? Why couldn’t he fucking see?!

“Nick, you’re okay. Everything’s okay.” Calm. So fucking calm, and it soothed Nick for some reason. Was it a medic? But it wasn’t Kelly’s voice, perhaps time had passed faster than Nick realized, maybe he had lost consciousness and this was a rescue team. 

“I…I can’t see…” Nick sputtered, “My team?…My legs?...Staff Sergeant Grady? He wasn’t strapped in either…the impact…”

“It’s okay Nick, you're home, there’s no war, there’s no bombs.” Exquisite. That voice was exquisite and soothing and Nick latched onto it like a lifeline. “Your eyes are fine, your legs are fine, and all of your team are fine. Ty’s fine. You’re home Nicky, you're home. Can you hear me? Do you know who I am?” Deacon Nick’s mind sighed “It’s Deacon.” The voice confirmed.

Yes, yes Deacon of course. Nick would know that voice anywhere wouldn’t he? The man he loved and adored. His reason. His everything. How did he not recognize it earlier? But how did he…how was he here? Where was he? Home, Deacon had said, home.

“Deacon?” Nick’s voice came out in a harsh whisper.

“Yeah, Nicky, it’s me. It’s Deacon. Are you with me?” Worried. Deuce was worried. Nick could hear it in his voice although D was trying to conceal it.

“Yeah…” Nick swallowed. God his throat was so sore as if he’d been screaming. Had he been screaming? “I…I can’t see, D…I.”

There was another loud boom and Nick shivered.

“It’s ok, it’s just thunder.” Deuce reassured him, “Open your eyes Nicky. You can see, just open your eyes, baby.”

And just like that Nick realized he’d been squeezing his eyes shut and slowly opened them. He blinked a few times to clear his vision of the dessert landscape turned silver in the moonlight and focus on his surroundings. He was lying on a white shag carpet, not sand, he was surrounded by stylish couches and dark wood furniture, not trees and rock. He looked straight ahead at the little orange and white fur ball sitting under the end table staring back at him with frightened blue eyes. Winchester. Philadelphia. Deuce’s place. Home. Home, not because Nick actually lived here, but because the most important person in his life was here.

Nick tilted his head up a little and there he was; Deacon, crouched beside Nick looking so scared and desperate it nearly broke Nick’s heart. Fuck, it was Nick’s fault he looked that way. He licked his dry lips and slid his hands under his shoulders to push himself up, twisting to rest onto his hip. His legs were still tangled and he reluctantly looked down, still afraid of what he would or wouldn’t find there and was overwhelmed with relief to see the Phillies throw tangled around his limbs.

“Fuck,” he reached down to free his legs, but he was still shaking so badly it took him a moment to get the damn blanket off. When he finally did he half heartedly balled it up and threw it on the couch.

“Fuck,” he repeated as he scrubbed a clammy hand over his damp face then pulled his knees up to his chest. Jesus Christ he was shaking so fucking bad and his heart rate just wouldn’t slow down. He shivered as a trickle of sweat slid down the middle of his back.

He was dimly aware of Deuce sitting down beside him on the floor. “I’m going to touch you.” Deuce warned before Nick felt the soft press of D’s hand on his shoulder.

“Fuck, D, I’m sorry. I…didn’t mean to worry you…I’m fine, really…I…” but Nick was having a hard time catching his breath or gathering his thoughts to finish any sentences.

“Don’t’ apologize to me,” Deuce said tenderly, “And you’re not fine, but it‘s ok. You’re going to be ok. Come here…” He gave Nick’s shoulder a gentle tug and Nick went with it. He turned as he landed in Deuce’s lap, wrapping his arms around D’s middle and squeezing tight as he buried his face in his stomach. God he smelled incredible, Nick’s favorite scent in the whole fucking world. He smelled like home.

“You’re alright now, Nicky, I’ve got you. I’ve always got you…” Deuce rubbed Nick’s back in strokes and circles with one hand while running his fingers through Nick’s hair with the other, all the while murmuring reassurance and love. God, Deuce playing with Nick’s tresses was another one of Nick’s favorite things. It calmed him and centered him and always made him feel so at peace.

Nick wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that before he was able to release the death grip he had on Deuce and roll onto his back, lying his head on D’s thighs so he could look up at his man. Deuce looked down at him with a small smile, his long fingers still playing with Nick’s curls, his other hand resting on Nick’s stomach. God Deuce was spectacular, just fucking stunning, and Nick never wanted a day to go by when he couldn’t gaze upon that face. This man had become everything to Nick, his main reason to get up in the morning, the reason he wanted to be a better man. He was his lover, his friend, his fucking life line.

“God, I’m so in love with you, Deacon.” He said as he reached up to run the rough pads of his fingers down D’s cheek, “You’re like the sun to me…lighting up a very dark fucking place sometimes…warming the cold…” 

“There’s my sappy Nick I love, “D smiled softly down at him, before licking his lips nervously, “You wanna talk about it?”

Nick shook his head, “Not really…I mean there’s nothing to talk about. It’s over now, yeah? It was just a dream.” Lightning flashed through the large windows of Deuce’s condo followed by a menacing clap of thunder and Nick tensed despite his best efforts.

“It was a little more than a dream, Nicky.” Deuce said tenderly, as he brought up his hand from Nick’s stomach to smooth out the furrow between Nick’s brows with his finger tip. “Talk to me.”

Nick shook his head and tore his gaze from those mesmerizing hazel eyes. He wanted to sit up so he could get away from having this conversation but he didn’t have the strength just yet, besides being this wonderfully close to Deuce was the only thing keeping him grounded at the moment.

Nick felt a soft thump on his leg and he peered down to see Winchester sitting there. “Hey, buddy.” He said, and scratched the kitten’s head, thankful for the distraction.”Did I scare you?” Win closed his eyes and tilted his head into Nick’s attentive fingers. “I’m sorry.”

Nick looked back up at Deuce who was smiling apprehensively down at him, “Jesus baby, I’m gonna give the cat PTSD.”

“You’re gonna give me a fucking heart attack,” Deuce was using a teasing tone, but Nick knew he meant every word. “I come home from saving the youth of America to find a dark house and you screaming my brother’s name.”

“I’m sorry about that. I got bored with the TV and was thinking about getting the computer…”Nick shook his head, “Must have fallen asleep.”

“Maybe,” Deuce nodded, then flicked his eyes away from Nick’s for a moment before returning his gaze, “Or maybe the storm triggered a flashback. Had it started raining yet?”

Nick sighed as he gently dislodged Winchester and reluctantly pushed himself up. “It was just a bad dream, D. Not a big deal, ok. Let’s not make it one.”

“Nick…” Deuce started gently.

“I’m starving,” Nick cut him off as he forced himself to stand strong on shaky legs. “Did you bring home the Thai food?”

“Yeah, that was the plan,” Deuce answered, but Nick could hear the trepidation in D’s voice. “I got extra dumplings because I could see how much you hated to share last time.”

Nick looked over his shoulder on the way to the kitchen. Deuce was standing with his fists shoved into the front pockets of his jeans. D may have been teasing about the food but he couldn’t erase the worried look from his handsome face.

“I never mind sharing with you,” Nick said playfully back. “I was just hungry that day.”

He just wanted to have a normal fun night with D; they didn’t get to spend enough time together as it was. They had a full week together, one more night here than off to California, and he didn’t want to waste one second of it rehashing his dreams of something that had happened a long time ago. Something he’d rather forget. Those men were long dead, their bones part of the sand he had hated so much. His scars and bruises long since healed. His mind…well that was just taking entirely longer then it should. But it was getting better. He was getting better, and a huge part of that was because of the man standing in the kitchen emptying the bags of takeout beside him.

“You’re always fucking hungry, babe.” Deuce smirked when Nick looked at him and Nick’s heart caught in his throat. Jesus he loved D so fucking much. He’d do anything, anything, to make sure he was happy, that he was ok, even if Nick had to injure himself or die to do it. To be the cause of D’s worry or pain was fucking with him big time.

He set down the container of Chicken Satay and wrapped his arms around Deuce, resting his chin on D’s shoulder, “I’m fine, baby. I promise you. Let’s just enjoy our dinner before I ravage you.” He smiled against Deuce’s neck before placing a kiss there.

“Okay,” Deuce turned in his arms and set his hands on Nick’s hips. “I just love you, Nicky. I don’t want to see you suffer.”

“But I’m not suffering, D.” Nick assured him, “Far from it. Since we’ve been together I’ve slept better than I have in years. I could count on one hand how many fucked up dreams I’ve had. It’s not a big deal. I’m fine.”

Deuce sighed quietly as he looked down and worried his lip, “I really wish you’d talk to someone. That was more than a bad dream, Nicky. I couldn’t…” D’s voice caught and he cleared his throat before looking up at Nick, “It felt like forever before I could get through to you. Seeing you like that…so…gone…”

“Deacon,” Nick brought a hand up to smooth back D’s hair from his forehead, “I’m going to those Vet meetings, and I wouldn’t have even considered doing that if you hadn’t found it for me and convinced me to go. And you were right, it helps. Most of those guys have nightmares and shit.” He tilted his head and gave Deuce a pleading look. “Please, baby, I’m fine. Can we just have a nice week while I’ve got you?”

As if on cue Nick’s stomach rumbled loudly and Deuce laughed softly as he shook his head, “Fine. I’ll drop it for now so you can feed the beast, but-“

Nick quieted whatever was going to follow with a long slow kiss, not releasing Deuce until he was pliable in his arms.

“Now,” Nick smiled, licking his lips as he savored Deuce’s taste. “I’m ready for my meat on a stick before I have this stick of meat for dessert.” He reached between them to cup Deuce’s semi hard on through his jeans. God he loved how responsive D was, one kiss and he was raring to go.

“Keep that up and the dessert will come first.” Deuce’s smile was the most genuine one Nick had seen since before D had left for the youth center that afternoon.

Nick shook his head, “I need fuel to fuck you right.”

He released Deuce to go retrieve some dishes from the cabinet. Getting caught up while cooking or unpacking take out and fucking before dinner was a common occurrence for them, so hunger really wasn’t the issue. The truth was Nick wasn’t really sure he could get it up just yet. No matter what he said to Deuce, that dream, or flashback, or whatever the fuck it was, was still too fresh in his mind. A part of him still felt like he was lying on that desert floor awaiting capture and worrying about his best friend. The man he had loved at the time. It wasn’t anywhere near the love he and D shared, but still…and for some reason that made him envision what it would have been like of Deuce had been there. Jesus, that thought had his chest constricting. It was bad enough watching what those bastards did to Ty, having to do what they made him do to Ty, thinking every time Ty was dragged from the cell it would be the last time he’s see him, if it had been D…Nick’s throat suddenly felt tight as the back of his eyes burned with unshed tears. No, best not to think about that. Best not to think about any of it.

After dinner Nick got a shower to wash off the sweat and stink of fear before crawling naked into bed beside Deuce. They’d decided to call it an early night and Nick was thankful. After coming down from the endorphin rush his body felt like he’d just run a marathon. He had a text from Ty telling him to call if he needed to talk. Deuce fidgeted awkwardly next to Nick as he text back that he was fine and would call him tomorrow. Obviously D had given his brother a heads up. Nick’s first reaction was to be pissed, but he pushed it aside because he knew Deuce only did it because he thought Ty would be the only person Nick would open up to and he was worried about him. Damn, shrink thinking.  Nick tossed his phone back onto the end table as Deuce switched off the light and turned onto his side facing away from him. Nick spooned up behind D, kissing his shoulder.

“I’m really tired.” D said, and Nick leaned his chin on Deuce’s shoulder to try to peer around at his face. He could see the dim moonlight coming in from outside glinting off of Deuce’s open eyes. The rain had stopped, thank God, and the night sky had cleared but obviously the atmosphere in the Penthouse hadn’t. They’d watched TV while they ate, not talking much through dinner, but Nick thought Deuce was letting things go. Apparently not. Since when did they go to sleep without fucking?

“Are you mad at me?” Nick asked.

“Of course not,” Deuce sighed, “Just can’t shake the worry. Can’t stop picturing you…”

“D,” Nick cajoled, as he slid his hand down Deuce’s flank to his hip. “Stop. Just…stop. Let it go.” He slipped his hand around Deuce’s front and gently rubbed his fingers through the thin line of hair under his belly button, “I want you.”

“Sex isn’t the answer for everything, Nicky,” Deuce reprimanded, even as he leaned back into Nick.

“It may not be,” Nick answered as his hand slowly made its way down to Deuce’s cock. It wasn’t hard, but it wasn’t fully flaccid either. He loosely wrapped his hand around it and ran the pad of his thumb around the head causing it to immediately grow, “But I really need you to fuck me right now. Please, baby…” he softly glided his lips along D’s neck, than began to place small, wet kisses along it.

Deuce grunted, his hips involuntarily pushing forward into Nick’s attentive hand before easing his ass back against Nick’s own erection. “You suck.” He whispered.

“Mmm,” Nick smiled against his skin, “I’d be happy to.” He eased Deuce onto his back as he moved down the bed.

“That’s not what I…oh” Deuce’s sentence was cut off by a moan as Nick’s mouth slipped over the head of his cock. Nick suckled there, enjoying the taste before he took more of him in. “Fuck…” Deuce hissed as he drew his knees up and spread them.

Nick hummed around the cock in his mouth. He loved sucking Deuce off. Loved the feel, the taste, the sounds he could elicit from the man. At this point he knew exactly what D liked. How much attention to give his balls, when to go fast and when to slow it down; when to deep throat and when to just lap at the sensitive head. He could tell when to dip deeper to tease the delicate skin below his balls, and recently he’d enjoyed going lower to turn it into something else. He could bring Deuce to the edge quickly, or turn it into a slow torture. Or course Deuce knew Nick’s body just as well.

Nick licked Deuce’s balls now, nuzzling and sucking on them before taking his cock into his mouth all the way to the back of his throat. Deuce lifted his hips from the mattress to push up deeper and Nick swallowed him down.

“Oh, shit, baby…” Deuce uttered, his hands fisting in Nick’s hair as he fucked his mouth. Nick would have loved to feel the salty jet of come spill down his tongue but he really wanted to get fucked. No, he really needed to get fucked.

He pulled his head back until Deuce’s dick popped out causing D to let out a small whimper of disappointment. Nick slowly made his way up Deuce’s body with kisses, D’s hands still in his hair but more gently now. He took a nipple into his mouth, running his tongue along the circumference before nipping and sucking the hard bud. Deuce hissed and squirmed beneath him. He ground their hard on’s together as he kissed up to Deuce’s jaw before whispering “Fuck me.”

They kissed a few minutes, hands roaming until D rolled away from him to grab the lube. Nick turned onto his knees and pulled a pillow under his chest as he tilted his ass into the air, “No prep. Just fuck me.”

 “Are you sure?” Deuce asked.

“Yeah,” Nick nodded, his chin on the pillow.

The bed jostled as Deuce positioned himself and Nick heard his sharp intake of breath, as D’s hand slowly ran over his ass.  “Jesus Nicky, you’re so fucking sexy.”

Nick smiled and tilted his hips up father, unabashedly displaying himself. He bit his lip in anticipation when he felt Deuce’s cock press against his entrance before he paused there. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t, baby.” Nick guaranteed him, although Nick was sure he probably would. At first at least, but Nick didn’t care. He actually wanted to feel a little bit of pain right now. 

“Okay,” Deuce breathed before slowly pushing in. He had to stop and rock his cock against the tight muscles a few times so that they would loosen and allow more entry. Nick gripped the pillow and pushed back until their balls slapped together, forcing Deuce all the way in.

“Fuck!” Deuce gritted out and his grip on Nick’s hips tightened. Nick squeezed his eyes closed and buried his face into the pillow to prevent his own yell. It hurt. Too much, too soon and his body wasn’t quite ready. But it felt good. It woke Nick up to the present. Made him feel alive as gooseflesh popped up from the discomfort.

“Fuck me,” he ground out, reaching back to slap Deuce’s hip before grabbing it, “Come on, Deacon fuck me like you mean it.”

“I always mean it,” Deuce voice sounded too small, so Nick pressed back against him, fucking himself on his cock before D started to follow his rhythm.

“And you always do it so well,” Nick panted, “Make me come so fucking hard.”

Deuce’s breaths were harsh now as they moved together. “Love watching you come…”

“Oh yeah,” Nick licked his lips, the pillow fisted in both his hands now, “feels so fucking good.” And it did. The pain was subsiding and what remained was the pleasurable kind, and when Deuce redirected his thrusts to hit Nick’s sweet spot it was all good. “Oh yeah baby, right there.” Nick’s cock, which had gone down a bit from the initial onslaught, thickened, but it still didn’t feel like enough. “Harder….faster…”

Deuce picked up his cadence, their bodies slapping together punctuated by their moans and grunts. “Like that?”

“Yeah, that’s it…” Nick groaned, “Fuck me until I can’t walk.” Until I can’t remember anything but this. But you. But us. Nothing that happened before matters. Just us, and that I’m alive and whole and here with you. Not rotting in the desert after having to do unspeakable things to my best friend. Here, in Philadelphia, in this bed with the man I love buried so deep inside we’ve become one.

Nick’s balls drew up and he came shouting out Deacon’s name. His body shuttered as his legs slid out from under him no longer able to sustain his wait. He sprawled on his stomach as D pumped a few more times on top of him before he came as well. Nick loved the feeling of Deuce’s cock pumping inside of him, filling him up with his hot seed. Deuce lowered himself onto Nick, panting against his ear as they both caught their breath.

“Fuck Nick,” He said after a few minutes, “This aggressive therapy is a hell of a work out.”

Nick chuckled, “Beats the gym.”

Deuce nodded against his shoulder then placed a kiss there before rolling off. Nick closed his eyes, listening to the sound of D padding into the bathroom and the water running as he cleaned off. When he came back he cleaned Nick with a damp cloth and Nick smiled. The one who did the fucking usually did this for the other. It had become routine and it was nice. He and D had fallen into lots of little routines together, usually without Nick realizing it, but when he did it always warmed his heart. He’d never had that with anyone before and he really liked it. A lot.

“I suppose you want me to do your front too?” D asked when was done, and Nick slowly rolled over onto his back, grinning up at him. Deuce huffed and wiped Nick’s stomach and dick with a shake of his head, “You’ve become entirely too spoiled.”

Nick laughed, taking the wash cloth from him and tossing it as he pulled Deuce down on top of him, “It’s your own fault. You’ve turned me into a brat.”

“This is true,” D smiled down at him. Nick could see the worry still lingering in his eyes. He knew there were unspoken words and questions that D was struggling to hold at bay.

“Roll over Booboo, I’m lying in the wet spot.”

“Always making a mess,” Deuce sighed, shaking his head as he kissed Nick before complying with his request.

“Always your fault,” Nick quipped.

Deuce didn’t turn onto his side to be spooned like he usually did; instead he settled on his back and pulled Nick to him. Nick laid his head on D’s chest, wrapping an arm around his waist and snuggling closer to him. Deuce rested a hand on Nick’s forearm, and played with Nick’s hair with his other. Nick didn’t think he’d be able to sleep after what had happened earlier. Usually after a bad dream he was done for the day, afraid closing his eyes would take him back to that place, but he felt so safe in Deacon’s arms, and his body was sated, his eyes so heavy.

“I love you, Nicky.” Deuce whispered.

“I love you too, Deacon” Nick mumbled, his lips not wanting to cooperate. More than I could ever put into words, he wanted to add. That was his last thought before slipping into a peaceful dream.

Let Freedom Ring Day 6

NIGHTS OF INDEPENDENCE ~ Day 6

***THIS STORY CONTAINS SEXUALLY EXPICIT MATERIAL***

Wednesday – 5 July 2012

It was early morning when Deuce woke on top of Nick again. He couldn’t help the slow smile that spread across his face; this seemed to be becoming a habit this week. Deuce wouldn’t mind if it became a habit for the rest of his life. Again he pondered on how crazy it was that he felt so much so quickly. Yes, he’d been in love before, just never like this. This fast. This intense. For the first time in his life Deuce could imagine spending the rest of his life with someone. He wasn’t afraid it would fade; he wasn’t scared there was someone else out there that would be a better fit for him. Nick was it. He’d never been so sure of anything before, and damn, the thought of Nick leaving in a few hours and not seeing him again for a few weeks made Deuce’s stomach sick with disappointment.

He lifted his head and turned it to look at Nick’s face. His soft lips were puffy; his handsome face slack, his eyes moved rapidly behind his lids indicating that he was still dreaming. Deuce didn’t want to disturb him, but he didn’t have his fill of looking at the man he loved either. He slowly rose up onto his elbow and let his eyes travel down Nick’s bared muscled arms and chest, over those phenomenal abs, and landing on the bulge just under the light blue sheet.  He glanced up at Nick’s still sleeping face then brought his attention back down south. He pinched a wrinkle in the sateen material and slowly slid it down to reveal Nick’s impressive cock, even when soft, nestled in a neatly trimmed patch of light hair. He licked his lips at the sight. Deuce was past the point of surprise at how much the sight of another cock turned him on. He’d taken to watching gay porn the past month and he found it hot, yet at the same time it had evoked memories of doing a lot of those things and positions with Nick in Boston and that would only ramp up the excitement.  Yes, watching two hot guys go at it was erotic, but there was something about Nick’s cock in particular that drove Deuce wild. He loved the length, the shape, the girth; he loved watching as the come pumped out of it almost as much as he loved Nick’s face when he climaxed. He loved the feel of it in his hand and especially in his ass. Who fucking knew that would feel so incredible?  Deuce sure as hell didn’t, but he was damn glad he found out.

Deuce looked on and thought there was one place he hadn’t had that magnificent cock, and he was really curious as to what it would be like. He slowly lowered his head and tentatively licked from mid shaft to just below the head. He took a moment to swallow; it just tasted like Nick’s skin with a hint of chlorine from the hot tub last night.  He smiled again as he recalled the night before, Nick telling him to fuck his face, that had been incredibly hot.

He leaned forward again, flattening his tongue he took a longer swipe from the base, over the ridge of the broad head, all the way to the tip where he did a double lick over the slit.

Nick made a small sound in the back of his throat as his dick started to swell from the attention. Deuce smiled as he looked at Nick’s face again, his eyes were still closed but there was a slight furrow between his brows. Deuce lifted Nick’s half erect cock and gingerly slid his mouth over the head and sucked a little before pulling back, testing the feel, then did it again going a bit deeper this time. He was nervous to push himself very far, and it was almost freeing to be able to test the waters before Nick could witness him not knowing what he was doing.

Nick stirred on the edge of consciousness. He wasn’t sure if he was waking from a sex dream or if the wonderfully warm and wet attention to his cock was real. Another suck and flick of a tongue and Nick knew he was awake. He lazily opened his eyes and raised his head slightly just in time to watch as the head of his cock slipped between D’s full lips. He couldn’t help the groan that slipped from his own lips at the tantalizing sight.

Deuce’s eyes, which had been closed, glanced up at the sound. A sexy glint formed when his eyes met Nick’s, and he pulled back to swirl his tongue around the sensitive head before saying, “Sorry, did I wake you?” his voice full of morning gravel.

“Don’t be sorry,” Nick answered with a slow smile, “You can wake me like this any time.”

“I was curious,” D smiled back before kissing the tip, then gave a slow swipe of his tongue over the slit causing another groan to leave Nick’s throat.

“Fuck, baby,” Nick hissed, reaching down to run his fingers through Deuce’s thick bed rumpled hair, “Experiment all you like.”

Deuce grinned then took Nick’s cock into his mouth again. He bobbed his head a few times, only taking in just below the head as he worked the rest with his hand. Nick had to force his hips to stay still on the bed because their instinct was to push up into that warm, delicious mouth. He watched as long as he could, enjoying the sight of his wet, shiny dick being worked by Deuce, until it felt too damn good and he had to close his eyes and rest his head back down on the pillow. “Feels so fucking incredible, Deacon.”

Deuce hummed around the cock in his mouth and tried to push down farther but gagged a little and had to pull back. He’d have to practice, get used to relaxing his throat around the intrusion, he was looking forward to the lessons. He wanted to please Nick in every way he could, besides the fact that he was getting hard himself from sucking him off. He liked it. Another thing to add to his ever growing list of turn on’s he didn’t know he had until recently. Funny, he’d always been a very sexual person, he enjoyed experimenting and would like to think he was damn good in the sack, but with Nick…again it was more. More powerful. More electric. So passionate and completely all consuming that Deuce didn’t think he’d ever get enough. Nick could get him hard from just a look, or the sound of his voice, and holy shit he made him come so hard, made him feel so fucking unbelievable.

“Come here,” Nick uttered, reaching down to grab Deuce’s shoulder, “You’re gonna make me come and I don’t want to yet. I want you to fuck me. Wanna be able to still feel you on the plane…”

Deuce gave Nick’s cock a few more strokes before complying and crawling up to give the man a long kiss. Nick wrapped his arms around Deuce, pulling him down on top of him as he deepened the kiss. He spread his legs so D could sink down between them and Deuce ground their cocks together causing them both to groan just as the alarm went off.

“Fuuuuck,” Nick growled, “What is it with us getting interrupted with timers!”

Deuce laughed as he rolled off of Nick and retrieved his cell phone from the nightstand. He quickly slid his thumb across the screen to turn off the annoying sound.

“Please tell me you set it early enough to give us extra time.” Nick pleaded.

“Of course,” D answered as he slid the rest of the way out of the bed and stood, “What do you take me for, a fool?”

“Then where are you going,” Nick whined playfully, holding his arm out for Deuce to return.

“Come on,” Deuce smirked, holding his hand out to Nick instead, “Let’s get a shower. Kill two birds with one stone.”

“But the bed is so comfy,” Nick grumbled, but he moved to the edge of the mattress anyway and tossed his legs over, taking D’s hand. Deuce pulled him up into his arms and into a leisurely kiss before leading them towards the bathroom. They stopped every few steps for another kiss or a grope, until they finally reached the shower stall and Deuce reached in to turn the water on. He towed Nick into the large glass enclosure and spun him to face the wall. Nick flattened his palms against the tan tile, the four jets spraying around them, and bit his lip as D’s soapy hand reached around to stroke his cock. Deuce pressed up against him, his erection sliding along the crack of Nick’s ass, his other hand roaming Nick’s abs and chest as he kissed his neck.

“Please Deacon, I need you,” Nick begged, his body aching to get fucked, “I need you inside of me now.”

Deuce pumped shower gel into his hand and soaped up his cock then spread one of Nick’s ass cheeks to reveal the tight pink pucker of skin. Nick spread his legs and tilted his ass up as Deuce lined up the head to Nick’s entrance and pushed forward. They both moaned as Deuce’s dick breached the tight muscle. He rocked there a moment then continued to glide forward until he was all the way in. He paused to pull Nick close, gyrating his hips just enough to give them both sensation but still staying in as far as he could go. He kissed Nick’s neck, than nuzzled him just below the ear at his sensitive spot.

“Fuck Nicky,” he uttered, his voice barely above a hoarse whisper, “The things you do to me…” He kissed the back of Nick’s neck, “my heart…” he sucked on Nick’s earlobe and slowly pulled out half way,
“my mind…” he thrust forward hard causing them both to grunt, “my body…I never….” He trailed off as he began a slow pumping rhythm.

“I know,” Nick shivered at the words and the physical attention, “I’m right there with you D,” he reached back and gripped Deuce’s hip encouraging him to thrust faster, “I’m right there with you…”

Deuce kept up the slow pace, his lips constantly moving over Nick’s neck and ear, moaning against his skin. “You drive me completely insane, baby. Gonna keep you here, not let you go back to Boston.”

Nick let out a half-moan, half-chuckle as his hand gripped at Deuce’s hip, his body begging for more. “Don’t make me laugh… not now. Fuck, D…”

A low groan left Deuce’s lips as he gave into both Nick and his own body, bracing one hand against the shower wall as he started fucking him harder, making sure to hit his lovers sweet spot with each thrust. “Fuck, Nick…”

“Yeah, fuck yeah, right there…!” The feel of Deuce’s fingers brushing against his cock was all it took for him to come with a shout, arching back against his lover, moaning as Deuce’s thrusts got harder and more erratic, his own orgasm following seconds later, moaning Nick’s name as he trembled against him under the hot water.

After their shower, they brushed their teeth and shaved then ate a quick breakfast of Cheerios with sliced banana before Nick reluctantly finished packing while Deuce cleaned up their bowls and coffee mugs.

Deuce sighed as he leaned against the kitchen counter, closing his eyes as he listened to the sound of Nick moving around in the bedroom, getting his last minute packing done. This past week with Nick had been amazing and he didn’t want it to end. Every time he had to let go of Nick, it got harder and harder to let him slip through his fingers.

God, he couldn’t wait for January and for things to fall into place so that Nick could move to Philly and be with him permanently. He was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of the phone ringing, knowing who It was before he reached over to answer.

Nick scooped up Win from the floor, “Bye, little buddy.” He said as he placed a little kiss on his pink nose, “We’ll resume ninja training in a couple of weeks.”

Deacon laughed from behind him and Nick turned around with a sheepish smile. “I knew you liked him, I saw that kiss.”

Nick shook his head, “Your eyes deceive.”

“Uh, huh.” Deacon smirked back at him then glanced over his shoulder, “Front desk just called, the cab is waiting down stairs.”

“Ok,” Nick sighed as he picked up his duffle and slung it over his shoulder, giving one last look around. Damn, he didn’t want to go. He felt like he was leaving home to go on a boring, lonely trip. One he’d rather not go on. He was going to miss this place, Winchester and most of all, Deacon. God, he missed it all already.

Deuce came over to him and slid his arms around Nick’s waist and kissed him. “Miss you already.”

“I was just thinking that.” Nick smiled and kissed D once more.

“I wish I could take you to the airport, have a little more time…”

“You’ve got patients, baby, and we have the rest of our lives, yeah?” Nick winked.

“Yeah,” Deuce nodded, “I like the sound of that.”

Deuce took Nick’s hand and linked their fingers together which is how they remained all the way from the bedroom, down the elevator, through the lobby, until they ended up out front where a yellow cab was parked.  Nick opened the back door and tossed his bag in, telling the driver to start the meter but that he needed a few more minutes. When he emerged Deuce pulled him into a tight hug and kissed him languidly right there in front if his building where anyone could see. Nick was shocked for only a moment before he returned the affection. They held each other and kissed like that for probably longer then was publically presentable, not that Nick gave two shits, before pulling their mouths reluctantly apart.

Deuce rested his forehead against Nick and slowly rocked them, “I hate that you have to leave.”

“I know, baby.” Nick said, as they pulled away. “I’ll be back in a few weeks for the wedding.”

“Too long.” Deuce laughed.

“I agree.” Nick smiled “Even though I’d rather stay, at least I’m leaving knowing where we stand, yeah? Knowing you’re mine.”

“We’re each other’s.” D corrected, “And yeah. Sucks but…not quite as heart wrenching as last time.”

Nick nodded and Deuce reached out to run his fingers quickly through Nick’s hair. “One for the road.”

Nick laughed and leaned forward, “In that case.” He brushed their lips together one last time, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Nicky.” D gave Nick a sad little smile, “text me when you land and I’ll call you on my lunch break.”

“Ok,” Nick gave Deuce a wink and climbed into the back of the cab, “Talk to you soon.”

Deuce nodded as he shut the door behind Nick, giving him a little wave. Nick smiled at him and puckered his lips in a last kiss as the cab pulled away from the curb. He twisted in his seat to look out the back window and watch Deuce who had taken a step into the now empty street. He waved and D waved again, but Nick didn’t turn around until he could no longer see Deuce.

Nick sighed as he settled into the back seat. Damn he loved that man and he missed him desperately already. He even missed that damn little orange fur ball.

Let Freedom Ring Day 4

Let Freedom Ring Day 4

***THIS STORY CONTAINS SEXUALLY EXPICIT CONTENT***

Tuesday - 3 July 2012

After waking up and taking a shower together, they made a brunch of grilled cheese with tomato sandwiches and chips and ate out on the terrace. Deacon had a long leash he attached to Winchester’s collar, which Nick had gotten a huge kick out of, and tied it around a chair leg so he could join them. It was long enough that he had plenty of room to wander around and explore, but not enough that he could jump up on a ledge and injure himself.

When they were done eating they stretched out to relax on side by side lounge chairs. The arm rests folded back, and Deuce moving the small table that usually resided between the two so he and Nick could lie as close as possible. They were sipping on fresh brewed sweet tea that D had made, chit chatting as they laughed at Winchester’s antics, watching while he hunted the endless bugs available to him. Nick had to admit, although he was normally a dog person, the little guy was pretty damn cute.

They decided to just relax, enjoying the weather and each other, and just see where the day took them. Maybe they’d go out to eat, maybe they’d just order in and chill out in front of the TV, they’d play it by ear. Whatever they ended up doing didn’t really matter because they were together.

Deuce was telling Nick about a cousin of a friend who had hit the lottery and was contemplating all of the things he’d do with his money he asked Nick what he would do.

“I'll I want is you.” Nick smiled. “I don’t need anything else.”

 Deuce smirked, “I don’t know, I'm pretty expensive.”

“You're priceless.” Nick winked and set his glass down on the table next to him, hanging his condensation wet fingers down for Win to lick them.

“You're getting awful sappy there, Nick O’Flaherty.” Deacon teased, giving him a warm smile.

“Ugh!” Nick slapped a palm to his face, “I know...I can't seem to help it.” And damnit, he couldn’t. When it came to Deacon, and Nick’s overwhelming feelings for him, he just seemed to have no control over his thoughts or his words anymore.

“It's cute!” Deuce laughed.

“Don't make me blush. The kitten is watching.” Nick smiled and shook his head as he removed his hand. It was embarrassing really, but he was glad D didn’t mind, another reason he felt so close to the man. Nick couldn’t imagine opening up like this to anyone else but him.

“He's always watching.” D looked down to the bottom of his chaise where Win had hopped up with a half dead fly that he began to bat around.

“Oh God,” Nick groaned, imagining the things the cat had witnessed the last few days, “We've corrupted his virgin eyes!”

“I think I did that the first couple days I had him home...” D trailed off, his eyes still on the torture occurring near his feet.

Nick scrunched up his nose. “Ew.” The thought of Deacon being intimate with anyone else turned his stomach. Deuce glanced at him and gave a little shrug causing Nick to let out a sigh, “I don't like this part.”

“I can't just never mention her.” D said, turning a little to face him, “I can try, but I can't promise that it won't slip out.”

“No, no, it's ok. I meant...” Nick struggled to put into words what he’d meant. She’d been a big part of D’s life for the past two years, of course she’d come up from time to time, but damn it made Nick feel sick even though he knew it was ridiculous. It was the only part of being in love that Nick didn’t take to. “I hate when I feel like this...that jealousy. It's annoying.”

“Come here...” D smiled, pushing his sunglasses onto the top of his head as he turned on his side and reached for Nick. Nick turned on his side to face Deacon and slid closer so they were only a few inches apart. “I picked you,” D continued, “Never forget that.” He leaned forward and gave Nick a tender kiss.

“I know, baby but…” Nick rested their foreheads together, “I'm afraid of losing you, and I hate this…this vulnerable feeling, because I've never felt that before. I'm usually not scared of shit.” He laughed a little.

D wrapped his arm around Nick and pulled him forward as he scooted closer himself, “Not going anywhere, promise.”

“You can't know that. You can't know... I could lose you in so many ways.” Nick shook his head. Ever since he and D had confessed their feelings and decided to give it a go he’d been so happy, too happy, and he kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. It just didn’t seem possible that he could be this happy for the rest of his life without disaster striking.

“I don't plan on going anywhere.” D assured him with a tender smile as he brought his hand up to run his fingers through Nick’s hair, “I'm young, healthy and completely in love.” He gave Nick another soft kiss, this time lingering.

Nick returned the kiss then smiled against his lips, “And I sound like a pussy...sorry.”

“It's okay, “D smiled, “I know all this is new to you.”

Nick hummed his agreement and nodded, “New. Exciting. Scary as fuck.” He laughed. “We're good, though…as long as we're always honest with each other, yeah?” Because if Deacon did decide he missed women, or just lost that lovin’ feeling for Nick, he’d rather hear it from him than have them just grow apart or have D fool around behind his back.

“Yeah.” Deacon agreed with a warm smile, “No secrets or lies between us.”

“So...” Nick decided now was as good a time as any to bring up a question he’d been wandering since the first time they’d kissed, “let me ask you something?”

“Ask me anything, baby.”  Deacon leaned his head to the side and rested it against the cushion.

Nick was momentarily caught up by the way the sunlight glinted off Deacon’s hazel eyes making them look lighter, the gold flecks bright in a warm green. Nick never thought he’d use the word beautiful to describe a man, but D kept proving him wrong again and again. Deacon was truly beautiful, the definition of actually. Nick smoothed his index finger over one of D’s thick brows, “God you're gorgeous...”

Deuce smiled as he pulled him into a kiss, “That's not a question.”

“You distracted me.” Nick smiled back, “Ok the question is...” He raised his brows, “How many dudes did you kiss while drunk?”

Deuce groaned softly, leaning his head forward against Nick's shoulder, “Um...Three? But this one guy I kissed more than once.” He peered up at Nick with a sheepish grin, his cheeks colored a soft pink.

“Oh yeah?” Nick cupped his face and ran his thumb over D’s warm cheek,”Now you're blushing for a change…you’re right, it is cute.” He smirked, “So you liked him?”

Deuce shrugged a little, “I dunno, Nick. I was 22 and we kept showing up at the same parties. We always managed to end up making out in the corner. I was always drunk as hell.”

“Do you keep in touch?” and there was that stupid jealousy again. Over something that happened fifteen years ago, O’Flaherty? Get a grip. Nick chastised himself

“Not really, no.” Deacon answered with a knowing look.

“I'll need his name and the state where he lives.” Nick made light of the jealousy he knew D recognized in him.

“Uh-huh,” Deacon chuckled.

“Ok...your turn.” Nick adjusted his position to make his bad shoulder more comfortable, “Wanna ask me anything?”

“Jackson...and California.” D grinned when he saw the confusion on Nick’s face, “Want to go to a wedding with me?”

“Ah...yeah. Yeah ok.” Not what Nick was expecting D to ask, but the question definitely could have been worse, “Like...as your date?”

“Yeah.” D answered, the of course evident in his voice, “Gotta wear something sexy!”

“Under the clothes?” Nick wiggled his eyebrows, “Like a jockstrap and nipple clamps or something?”

“Well, the wedding is in California...” Deacon winked.

“So, the weddings in Cali and the guy that's getting married is named Jackson?” Nick asked, trying to clarify.

“Nah, I don't see Jackson settling down. Josh and Amy are getting married.” D explained, “but Jackson will probably be there.”

“Who’s Jackson than...” as soon as the question was out of his mouth it clicked for Nick, “Oh! Your collage boyfriend?!”

Deuce laughed, “My make out buddy, you mean.”

“Hmmm,” Nick sat up a little and rubbed his palms together, “I get to scope out the competition...see what your type is.”

D laughed and shook his head, “He had it so bad for me... I didn't find out until afterwards, though.”

“Wait...he still does?”

“Yeah...” D sighed quietly, “Josh said he asks about me all of the time.”

“ You said he's gonna be at this wedding, yeah?” Nick asked. D nodded and Nick couldn’t help but tease, “Oh, I'm increasing my weights at the gym...how much time do I have? When's the wedding?”

Deuce laughed, “You're fucking gorgeous, baby! And it's in a few weeks... all you need is your sexy self.”

“No, I definitely need to get a suit tailored...or is it black tie?” Deacon may not have kissed this dude in a long while, but Nick was going to make damn sure he looked his best when he met this torch carrying fucker.

“Mmm, God,” Deacon’s eyes shown seductively, “I want to see you in a suit.”

“I do rock a suit.” Nick grinned.

“Or…” D hedged, “You could wear your dress blues.”

“I could if you wanted,” Nick nodded. “Whatever you want.”

“You may not stay in either very long once I lay my eyes on you, “Deacon licked his full lips with a smile.

“Not a problem. I'd rather have you well fucked when you run into whatshisname.” Nick agreed, liking the idea of Nick still feeling D on him when the encounter happened.

“You don't have to worry about that guy.” Deacon reassured him, “You're the only boyfriend I've ever had... and the only one I want.” He brought their lips together for a kiss.

“Mmmm…” Nick smiled against his lips, “You called me your boyfriend.”

“What else would I call you, hmm?” Deacon smiled and kissed him again.

Nick leaned into Deuce, deepening the kisses for awhile, enjoying how well they did this, how damn good it always felt. When their lips finally parted he had to tease some more, “Does this mean I get to wear your letterman jacket, quarterback.”

“Want to wear my class ring too?” Deacon smiled as his eyes traveling Nick’s face affectionately, his fingers again playing with Nick’s hair.

Nick nodded, the thumb of the hand resting on Deacon’s hip finding its way under the hem of D’s shirt to stroke his skin, “Only if you take me to prom. Maybe you'll get lucky.”

“I'll be a perfect gentleman.” Deacon laughed, “In all seriousness, I have the ring in the bedroom... but the jacket is back home.”

“Maybe I'll wear the ring to the wedding.” Nick joked, and then continued, “So this Jack and Diane...or whatever, you know them from college too?”

“I'll tattoo their names to my forehead so that you don't forget.” D laughed, “And yeah, we all graduated together.”

“So when you respond...I mean...are we just gonna show up and it'll be like ‘Surprise I like dick?’, or are you warning them? Just so I’m prepared.”

“I need to call them...“ Deuce furrowed his brow for a moment as his hand slipped from Nick’s hair to rest on his chest, “let them know I’m bringing a date.”

Nick cleared his throat, “I could hang at the hotel...I don't want you to feel like you have to.”

Deacon looked him in the eye, “I want you there, Nick.”

“Ok,” Nick grinned goofily, it was the answer he wanted of course, but he never wanted Deacon to feel obligated, like he still had to prove something, “ Just making sure. I want to go with you. I...it makes me feel good that you asked me. So...” Nick’s curiosity was again getting the better of him, “Did you ever kiss the groom?”

“Kissed the bride to be.” D clarified with a twist of his full lips.

“Damn D!” Nick’s eyes widened with faux shock, “And I thought I had a rep. You were the kissing bandit in collage.”

“We dated... briefly.” Deacon tilted his head from side to side with the confession.

“So you're friends with her then?” Nick asked, “Not the groom?”

“Mainly, yeah.” D nodded, “I mean, they've been dating for awhile and I met him through her.”

“And he's cool with you two being friends?” Nick’s brows raised in real surprised. He was just too jealous to understand that. “Bet she still has a thing for you...”

“Nah,” Deacon shook his head.

“Baby.” Nick peered at him through his lashes, “No one could ever kiss those lips and get over you.”

“You mean you can't,” Deacon smiled.

“Never...you're it for me.”

“God, I hope so,” D sighed and pulled Nick into a tight hug.

“No doubt Deacon. No doubt.” Nick kissed the top of his head and squeezed him back, “If I can't have you...” He shook his head “No one else.” He gave Deacon a big smile, “Now give me one of those unforgettable kisses.”

“If you insist...” Deacon gave a long suffering sigh and then smiled before granting Nick’s request.

Nick rolled from his chair, causing Deacon to turn onto his back so Nick could lie on top of him. One of D’s hands slipped under his shirt to caress the skin of Nick’s back while the other went to his hair. Nick gyrated against him and nibbled on his lip, sucking on it before resuming the kiss.

“One track mind...” Deuce laughed softly.

“Look who I'm dating, I can't help it! You're sex on legs, Deacon.” Nick shrugged unapologetically.”Let’s go inside and defile Winchester’s sensibilities some more.”

“My poor scarred kitten!” D laughed, but dislodged Nick so they could get up, obviously liking the suggestion.

Nick stood up and held out his hand, “Let's go boyfriend.”

“I’m digging out the ring,” Deuce said as he took Nick’s hand and stood, giving it a squeeze before releasing it to retrieve the cat, “You can wear that and nothing else while I fuck you.”

Nick wiggled his eyebrows as he followed them inside, “I actually like that idea.”

Deuce didn’t retrieve the ring, but he made due on his promise of fucking Nick none the less. He cuddled against Nick afterwards, resting his head on his chest, “We're perfect.” He sighed happily, his thoughts slipping into words.

“Yes we are.” Nick agreed, “If I wasn't us, I'd be jealous.”

“No being jealous,” Deuce teased, poking gently at Nick’s stomach.

“I mean I'd be jealous of us if I wasn't us...”Nick shook his head, “never mind.”

“I know what you meant, baby, “Deuce stretched up for a kiss, “Just no being jealous of anyone else. You're the one I want.”

“No promises. Can't help it, it just flares up! I wish it didn't…” Nick rubbed at his stomach as if it ached, “makes my stomach hurt. Just love you so much...”

 Deuce tenderly rubbed Nick’s stomach, trailing his fingers over the ridges of muscles, “If I ever met any of your ex's, I'd probably be jealous too.”

“I only have one ex...and nothing to be jealous of. We're still friends, and she's great but I never loved her. Not really.” Nick picked up Deuce’s hand and placed a kiss on his knuckles, “Definitely no were near this.”

“I've been jealous...” Deuce admitted shyly.

“Yeah?” Nick asked, raising his head some to peer down at him with a small smile, “When?”

“More like a whom than a when...” Deuce clarified.

“Well, who then?” Nick asked.

Deuce blushed a bit, hiding his face against Nick's shoulder his voice soft, “Ty…”

“What?” Nick twisted and gently cupped Deuce’s face to make him look at him, “Why? Because I used to be in love with him?”

Deuce nodded his head slightly, “I know how you felt about him... I mean, he told me when you kissed him and told me you were in love with him and...”

“I was confused for a long time, baby. I'm not saying I didn't...love Ty at one time, but...” Nick shook his head, “it was more like a crush that nothing ever happened with. I think the more time that went by, I held onto it because it was comfortable...and I idealized...How can I explain? “He shook his head again, then looked intently at Deuce and gently glided a thumb over D's bottom lip, “With you...once I let myself go? God, Deacon...you're the real deal. You're it. I've never felt like this before. Not even close. I don't even see anyone else now.”

“I knew it was stupid... “Deuce confessed, “knew that you didn't feel that way about him anymore, but I also know how damn important you two are to one another.”

“Forget the fact that we're a lot alike, that we hit it off from day one, and I'm just talking on a best friend level. After what we went through...it builds a bond. Nothing romantic...just...Yeah, Ty's friendship means a lot to me...But it still doesn't hold a candle to what you and I have.” Nick tilted his head to the side and smiled tenderly, “I've shown you sides of me...hell, you've brought out sides of me that no one else has seen or knows about. That I didn't even know about.”

“I know I'm being crazy.” Deuce said, “I just can't help it, you know? But I know the love you have for him and the love you have for me is very different.”

“Very different.” Nick’s smile grew before he kissed Deuce, “I kinda dig that you feel jealous too, though. Doesn't make me feel like a complete cave man.” He buried his face in Deuce’s neck and nibbled with a laugh, “MINE, MINE, MINE!”

Deuce laughed softly, “They can pry you out of my cold, dead hands!”

“Oh, yeah.” Nick grinned, “That's right, baby. Get all possessive, mark your territory. I like that.”

Deuce bit his neck playfully, “Mine.”

Nick shivered and laughed, “Fuck yeah, I am! Fo-eva.”

“Even if I have to write my name on your ass.”

“Kinky,” Nick wiggled his brows, “Wanna brand me?”

“If I had a pen on me, I'd write it on you right now.” Deuce teased.

Nick laughed, “You're crazy, and I love you.”

 “Hey, crazy runs in the family.” Deuce grinned.

 “Don’t I know it,” Nick nodded, “cat included.”

“He's not crazy!” Deuce corrected, “He's just a baby.”

“No, he's bat shit, but it’s ok. A little crazy is good. I'm not exactly sane...” Nick furrowed his brows speculatively, “Think that's why the sex is so good?”

“I think the sex is so good ‘cause you're so damn sexy.” Deuce smiled.

“You’re so God damn sexy!” Nick clarified “I swear, we can be out somewhere and I just look at you and get a hard on.”

“And whenever we're out,” Deuce said, leaning up on his elbow, “no one can keep their eyes off of you. You're so sexy Nicky.”

“That's not true.” Nick blanched, “Doesn't matter anyway. All that matters is that you always notice me.”

Deuce nodded,”The moment you walk in the door.”

Nick grinned big, “You make me feel so good, D.”

“It's a shame that no one has ever made you feel good before... you deserve it, baby.”

“Maybe I just wouldn't let them.” Nick shrugged, “When you grow up being told you're no good, it’s hard to believe when people try to tell you different, ya know? But with you...I hear it. You make me...feel it.”

“You are so fucking amazing Nick O'Flaherty.” Deuce ran his fingers through Nick’s curls, “And if I ever meet the people that told you that you're not good, I'm going to fucking kick their asses!”

“My pop is pretty tough, D.” Nick said in a teasing voice with a smile. “He's right up there with Earl.”

“Hmm...” Deuce feinted contemplating this fact, “might have to have Ty kick his ass then.”

“Nah, you already did in a way...since falling in love with you, I don't care what he thinks about me anymore. I mean, yeah it would be cool if we had a good relationship, but for the first time ever? If we never do I can live with it. I've done all I can do, I've been a good son, so…” Nick shrugged, “You made me see that.”

Deuce smiled as he kissed him, “Dad is going to completely freak out when he finds out... first Ty and now me? Ma is gonna cry because she's talked about grandkids for years.”  Deuce hugged him close.

“I'm sorry about that.” Nick gently rubbed Deuce’s back, “but I can't be sorry we're together.”

Deuce cuddled against him, “I'm not sorry... not sorry for anything involving us, except for what I've apologized for a million times.”

“The past is the past, yeah? What we have now...what we're going to always have?” Nick stroked his arm, “That's what’s important. As long as we're together we can face anything, or anyone.” Nick hugged him tight and kissed his head.

“All we have to look forward to is our future... together.”

“Yeah...I like that.” Nick agreed with a smile.

“No matter what anyone else thinks of us. It doesn't matter, you know?” Deuce kissed Nick’s cheek then settled his head on Nick’s shoulder.

“Yeah, I feel the same. That's why I told my Gran, and I plan to tell my family and a few people when I get back to Boston...I don't want to hide this. It's too right, and fuck anyone who thinks differently.”

Deuce nodded. “I told my two closest friends and I have a feeling that they've started to spread the word around with our other friends.”

“Have people been acting funny around you?” Nick asked.

“A couple people, yeah...” Deuce answered quietly.

Nick turned his head to look down at him, “In a bad way? Or just like...weird?”

“Just weird... like they keep staring at me...”

”Probably trying to figure out whether you're pitching or catching.” Nick laughed.

Deuce laughed softly, “Wouldn't they like to know?”

Nick smiled, “Are you going to say anything, or just see how it plays out?”

“I'm just gonna see if they ask me about it.” Deuce grinned, “We should go to the bar together.”

“The bar?” Nick asked with raised brows, “Like your place since college? The one I picked you up from the other day?”

“Yeah, that one...” Deuce turned his head and rested his chin on Nick’s chest to peer up at him.

Nick looked down at him, “I'd do that, could be fun. If you're sure...”

Deuce grinned at him, “Yeah, we can do that! It'll be fun!”

“Ok, I'd like that actually.” Nick nodded, “Let's watch TV and snuggle a little, then we can get a cheese steak before going?”

“Sounds like a good plan to me.” Deuce agreed and gave him a kiss.

Nick reached back to snag the remote off of the end table and handed it to D as he pulled him closer, snaking his arm behind D’s head to use as a pillow. Deuce turned the TV on and muttered, “Wonder if there is anything good on…”

“Put whatever you want on, I'll watch anything.” Nick informed him, “Plus I have a feeling I might nod off.”

“Ha! There's nothing on!” Deuce said and ended up on a Simpsons repeat.

“Simpsons are always a good choice.” Nick yawned as he played with D's hair and turns his face into it, “Mmmm…”

Deuce laughed, “Can't take my hair home with you!”

“That's why I have to appreciate it now...smells so good...makes me feel all cozy.”

“Mmm,” Deuce grinned and closed his eyes, “If I find my shampoo gone, I'll know what happened!”

“Wouldn't be the same...this has you mixed in.” Nick inhaled.

Deuce laughed softly, “I don't smell that good.”

“Yes, you do...sooo good.” Nick closed his eyes, his nose still in D's hair.

Deuce is highly amused “Uh-huh.”

Nick turned onto his side and draped his other arm across D, snuggling close, “Love you.”

Deuce smiled as turned his head to kiss Nick's temple, “Love you too, even if you are completely insane.”

“See? Another reason we're so good together. I'm insane and you’re a shrink.” Nick sighed happily, “Don't let me sleep too long.”

“No treating the boyfriend.”  Deuce laughed quietly as he snuggled close.

“Mmm...” Nick mumbled, “Already cured me with the aggressive therapy.”

“Nope, think you're going to need a lot more than that.”

“Still need to keep up the maintenance.” Nick agreed, “but I'm so good now.”

Deuce smirked, “Oh yeah, you're good.”

Nick nodded and sighed happily again, nestling down into Deuce and the mattress.

“Mmm don't fall asleep ‘cause I'll fall asleep.” Deuce chastised, though his eyes were getting heavy.

 “M’kay.” Nick mumbles already half asleep.

Deuce let his eyes close as he hugged him close, unaware that they were being watched by a curious kitty.

After the bar Nick and Deuce settled on the couch to watch Chopped on TV, that little orange fur ball on D’s lap. Nick would never admit to Deacon that he was getting pretty attached to the kitten, not yet anyway; he liked to tease D that he wasn’t fond of the little guy. He’d had a good time at the bar meeting Jimmy and Trey. They were both really cool guys, and although there was a bit of playful grilling, Nick had gotten along really well with them.

Nick couldn’t stop glancing over at Deacon now and then, feeling so damn happy. Admitting they loved each other made Nick feel light and buoyant. Now that he’d said and heard the words, he felt like he just wanted to say and hear them over and over again because damn, he felt them so strongly.

They were sitting beside each other, thigh to thigh, and the next time Nick snuck a peak Deacon, D tilted his head and turned his shrink face on Nick.

“Uh oh.” Nick smiled hesitantly, “What did I do?”

“Haven't decided yet...” Deacon answered with a glint in his eye.

“I'm scared you're gonna commit me one day with all the observations you make.” Nick squinted at him. This wasn’t the first time D had turned that look on him, like he knew a secret about you or knew exactly what you were thinking before you did yourself. Of course Ty always did the same thing so maybe it was just a Grady trait, but damn Deacon had a degree to read people’s minds in away. Nick wandered briefly if D kept notes on him somewhere.

“You're dating me.” Deuce smiled, “I think that's committing you worthy.”

“No way.” Nick smiled back, the words making him feel all giddy like the fourteen year old girl this love had apparently turned him into, “Sanest think I ever did.”

“More like the craziest!” D laughed.

“Again, we'll have to agree to disagree.” Nick shrugged. It had become a little saying between them whenever one wanted to out compliment the other.

“We seem to be doing that a lot.” Deacon grinned and laid his head back against the couch.

“At least it's about good things.”

“True…” D nodded in acknowledgment, than passed Winchester over to Nick, “Take care of your child.” He said with a smirk.

Nick purposely stared at Win like he was an alien, “Can't he go play with himself.” He grinned.

“He's too young for that...” D teased, “Now behave!”

“Fine,” Nick looked down at the kitten sitting in his lap looking back up at him, “He's only gonna cry for you in a minute anyway.

“Nah, he likes his daddy Nick.” D chuckled, “You're both gingers!”

Nick smiled, sort of liking that Deacon called him that, that he wanted Nick to be a part of his little family. He picked up Win and held him up in front of his face, looking into those big blue eyes, “I'm training him to be a ninja while you're sleeping.”

D snorted, “He's bright orange and white... good luck!”

Nick smirked, “I’ll order him a black cat suit.”

“Good luck getting him into it.” Deacon reached over and twisted one of Winchester’s ears, “I bought him a cat-shirt out of boredom and he keeps getting it off.”

 “Out of boredom, huh?” Nick raised an eyebrow.

“And it was cute...” Deacon reluctantly admitted.

Nick smiled, setting the kitten on the couch next to him and leaned over to kiss D, “You’re cute.”

Deacon blushed a bit, proving Nick’s theory even more, “You're cuter...”

“Agree to disagree?” Nick smiled.

 “Not this time.” D shook his head.

“Oh?” Nick raises a brow, “You want to fight? I'll wrestle you.”

 “You'll just cheat!”  Deacon laughed.

“Me? Never!” Nick wiggled his fingers in D's side.

Deuce tried to squirm away with a playful look, “Not ticklish.”

“Oh, yeah?” Nick asked, “We're back to that again? I don't mind proving you wrong…”

“You just caught me off guard!” Deacon protested, “Bet you're ticklish.”

“Nope.” Nick shook his head,”Not allowed to be to pass Recon training.” He joked as he slipped his hand under D's shirt, running his hand over the warm skin of D’s stomach.

Deuce moved his fingers over Nick's ribs over his tee shirt, “Oh really?”

Nick grazed one of Deacon’s nipples and licks his lips, “Yup. Ask Ty.”

“Now that is pure evil...” Deacon scoffed, “teasing a sensitive spot and mentioning my brother in the same breath!”

Nick laughed, “Sorry...” he gently touched the raised bud again with the pad of his index finger slowly, “Better...?”

Deacon shudders slightly; “Maybe...” he gave Nick a teasing smirk.

“Yeah?” Nick licked his lips again as he tenderly slid his hand over D's chest than attacked his armpit with wiggly finger.

Deacon let out an adorable little squeak and tried to get away, “Heeeey no fair!” he laughed and tried to retaliate.

“Ok! I'm ticklish too.” Nick said as he deflected the attack, “But only in one spot...”

“This requires research.” D smiled as he tried to tickle Nick’s thigh.

Nick sat still and attempted not to smile, “Close...”

Deuce slid his hand down to tickle Nick’s knee, “Hot or cold?”

“Cold…” Nick’s lips twitched as he tried to hold his face in an impassive expression.

“Damn...” Deacon moved his hand up to tickle Nick’s hip.

“Definitely getting warmer,” Nick said as he splayed his legs open a little.

“If you tell me your cock is ticklish, I'm going to smack you!”

Nick grinned wide.

“Asshole!” D laughed as he smacked Nick’s arm like he’d warned.

“That too actually...” Nick winked.

Deuce trailed his fingers over the bulge in Nicks pants, “Oh really?”

Nick shivered at the attention to his cock, “Yeah. Wanna test the theory?”

“Let me guess,” Deacon pursed his lips, “It's only ticklish if I use my mouth?”

Nick definitely liked the thought of Deacon sucking him off, but D would do that when he was ready, and Nick was completely okay with that, “Mmm, a hand could work...you're fine ass works the best though.” He smiled.

Deuce sat back and started to unbutton his shirt slowly in a seductive way, “Oh really?”

 “Yup.” Nick swallowed. Sweet baby Jesus, Deacon was sexy as hell. He could get Nick hard with just a fucking look.

 D had his shirt half-way undone and stopped to run his fingers over Nick’s clothed chest, “We'll have to see about that one.”

 “Bedroom?” Nick teased with a raised eyebrow and a wink, knowing he was mimicking his words from the night they’d shared their first night.

“You rip this shirt and I'm smacking you...” Deacon warned, but the words acknowledged he was remembering that night as well.

“Well get it off quickly than.” Nick ordered.

“To the bedroom with you.” D said as he stood and continued to unbutton the rest of his shirt, “That was an expensive shirt that you destroyed.”

“Worth it.” Nick smirked and went to stand in front of D, trying to help with the buttons, impatient to get Deacon naked.

“Damn right it was...” Deuce laughed as he swatted Nick’s hands away to do the task himself, “You’ll still be finding buttons for weeks!”

“Hmmm...” Nick eyed the skin that was slowly being revealed to him, “I'll just wash them away with the hose.” He smacked D’s ass, knowing Deacon was just teasing him at this point, “Hurry up! Come on.” Nick ordered as he backed up towards the bedroom.

“Someone is impatient...” Deacon muttered with a smile and turned the TV off before turning toward Nick.

“For you? Always.” Nick acknowledged.

Deuce laughed, “We have all night. No one is going to interrupt!” He said as he followed Nick into the bedroom.

“Never enough time, baby.” Nick winked at him, but it was true. Nick felt like he couldn’t get enough of Deacon, and he knew that the next day was going to fly by and he’d be leaving for Boston the following morning. Unfortunately, it would be here before they knew it.

D sat down on the bed, his expression suddenly serious as if he’d had the same thought, “Come here, Nick.”

Nick slipped his tee shirt off and drops it on floor before standing in front of D. He ran his hands thru D’s thick, silky hair and pulled Deacon’s head back gently so he could see his face.

Deuce smiled lazily up at him, “You gonna kiss me or not?”

Nick looked at him a minute longer, studying his gorgeous face as he ran his thumb over Deacon’s full bottom lip, than leaned down to gently kiss him.

Deuce slid his arms around Nick, pulling him closer, “Mmm I'll never get enough of that.”

Nick sat down and kissed him again, “I'll never get enough of any of you...”

D pulled him even closer, “That makes two of us.” Deacon brought their lips together again for a long, lingering kiss. Nick hummed his agreement as he deepened the kiss.

Deuce finally shrugged out of his shirt and tossed it to the floor, not breaking their mouths apart, as Nick lay down and pulled D on top of him. He spread his legs to give D room to settle in as their tongues moved together when the phone rang.

“Ignore it,” Nick begged.

“Can’t…sorry.” Deacon looked apologetic as he reached for the phone on the night stand and glanced at the screen, “Ty.” He tossed the phone back on the table, “Him, I can ignore.”

Nick smiled as D settled back on top of him and they began to kiss again when the house phone rang. “Jesus Christ,” Deacon grunted. “You know he won’t stop until I answer, I better see what he wants.”

Nick nodded, knowing that was true. Deacon reached over to grab the cordless out of its dock and answered on a sigh, “What’s up, Ty?”

Nick could hear the gravel of his best friend’s voice, but not what he was saying.

“Not yet,” Deacon smirked down at Nick, “But if you would have waited a few more minutes to call I wouldn’t have answered.”

The pitch of the voice on the other end rose.“You asked,” D reminded his brother.

The rumbling on the other line continued and D sighed again as he pushed off of Nick and got up. “Yeah, I have it in my office,” Deacon held up his index finger to Nick silently telling him to give him a minute then headed out the door. “Seriously, Ty, did you really need Aunt Tanya’s number right this minute?” Nick could hear Deacon say to his brother as he made his way down the hall to his office, “It’s after midnight…” his voice trailed off and Nick smiled as he folded his arms behind his head. That was just like Ty, he probably got something set in his mind and he wouldn’t rest until he got the ball rolling. No way he could wait until morning.

“My brother needs help that I’m not qualified to supply.” Deuce said several minutes later as he entered the master bedroom. Nick was standing at the dresser, an idea coming to him while D was away.

 “Let's play camp!” he laughed. He really wanted to give Deacon a good rub down and didn’t want to get the lotion all over the sheets. Besides, massages were better administered on a harder surface.

“What?” Deacon furrowed his brow with a smile.

“Just humor me.” Nick pleaded, “Please? Just for a bit…trust.”

Deacon eyed him wearily for a moment then said, “There are blankets in the closet.” As he sighed with a smirk.

Nick didn’t need telling twice, he went to the closet and pulled down two soft blankets from the top shelf.

“Should we light candles and kill the lights?” Nick asked over his shoulder. He’d never been particularly romantic before, but he’d never felt the urge to be so like he did with Deacon.

D didn’t answer; he just picked up the long lighter and quickly lit the few ivory candles in the room. “Get the blankets settled before I turn the lights off.”

Nick nodded and fanned out the blankets on the carpet before grabbing two pillows from the bed and tosses them at the top. “Good. Now let’s get naked!” He laughed.

Deacon laughed too as he turned the light off and Nick watched as he stripped out of his clothes on the way to the blankets, “You get naked, then.”

Nick quickly removed his own jeans, tossing them to the side, and laid down on the blankets, stretching his arms up to D,”Come here.” Deacon eased down and crawled into Nick’s waiting arms, wrapping his own around Nick and pulling him into a long kiss, “Mmm…” Nick glided his hands down his back to squeeze that fine ass.

Deacon made a little, sexy sound as he pressed back against Nick's hand, “You said something about your ticklish cock and my ass?” He smirked with a seductively raised brow.

Nick bit his bottom lip and grinded up against him, “Yeah, I think you wanted to test that theory.”

Deuce moaned softly and grinded back against Nick, “I think my ass wants to test it out too.”

“Are you sure you’re not too sore from last night?” Nick asked. God, last night had been…intense.

“I’m sore, but I’m good,” Deacon smiled at him, “Just start slow.”

“Okay,” Nick sat up, “Lie on your stomach.”

Deuce shoved a pillow under his head as he rolled over and looked over his shoulder at Nick, “So bossy. I like it.”

Nick smiled, “You're lucky I didn't bring my cuffs.” He got up and grabbed the lotion off of D’s dresser and sat down to straddle Deacon’s hips.

Deuce moaned, and Nick knew it was at the thought of being restrained. D definitely had a kinky side and Nick couldn’t wait to explore it. “We can always get some.” D suggested, making Nick smile. Yup, definite kink.

“Oh, no...” Nick smiled, “One day I'm just gonna wear the whole get up and surprise you.” Oh, yeah, that was going to be fun.  He squirted a good amount of lotion into his hands and rubbed them together than began to massage it into D's shoulders

“Oh fuck, Nicky...” Deuce uttered on an exhale.

Nick alternated between pressing deep with his thumbs into D's shoulders and upper back, and smoothing his hands over the skin to take away the sting. After a few minutes he added more lotion and continued down, “You like that?”

Deacon made a soft sound of approval, “Oh god yes...”

Nick smiled as he massaged lower, concentrating on D’s lower back for awhile then slid down to rub D’s ass cheeks a bit before making his was down Deacon’s good thigh after adding more lotion.

Deuce shifted slightly to look back at him, “You don’t have to do this, baby...”

Nick smiled at him and leaned up for a kiss, “Relax and let me make you feel good.” Nick went back down to settle at Deacon’s feet and bent up his good leg to massage his calf, ankle and foot.

Deuce moaned softly as he lowered his head back to the pillow, “Feels fucking amazing.”

“Good.” Nick rested that leg down and went to D’s bad limb; he added lotion and continued his gentle massage, working from the foot up this time, “I meant what I said. You're everything to me now Deacon.”

“You’re everything to me too, Nicky.” Deuce’s voice was muffled by the pillow.

Nick made his way up the inside of D’s thigh, “It seems too soon, I know that...but when it's time? I'd like to move here, if you'll have me, because you are my life D. I know it seems crazy for me to say that already.” He began to knead Deuce’s ass cheeks slowly.

Deuce moaned, as he griped the blanket tightly,”I do want us to be together all the time, Nick...”

Nick smiled at that,”I really can't get enough of you,” Nick spread his cheeks and rubbed his thumb over D’s hole in a gentle circular motion.

Deuce shifted slightly and spread his legs farther apart as a loud moan slipped out, “Please...”

Nick chuckled, “I didn't even start yet.” He looked down at the tight pink pucker and had an urge he’d never felt before. He’d seen it done in pornos, though he’d never experienced it himself, but figured it couldn’t be much different than going down on a girl and he knew he was skilled at that.

He leaned forward tentatively, not sure how D was going to react, and gently swiped the knot with his tongue. Deacon jumped a little, but otherwise didn’t react. Nick lowered down onto his stomach between D’s legs, resting up on his elbows as he kept Deacon’s cheeks spread. He flattened his tongue and licked the tight muscle again, this time taking his time to drag it across before leaving his tongue there and pulsating it.

“Holy…shit…” Deacon whimpered, “That feels…” but he didn’t finish, he just raised his hips some, moving them in small gyrations against Nick’s mouth. Knowing that Deacon was enjoying it encouraged Nick to continue more aggressively, his own cock hard as a rock from it all. He’d been a little afraid of how it would taste, but it just tasted like the rest of Deacon’s skin, maybe a little stronger, headier, Nick sure as hell wasn’t complaining. He kind of liked it actually.

After more licking and flicking, he narrowed his tongue and pushed in causing Deacon’s moans to increase. He tongue fucked him several times, the muscles at first resistant but then softening rather quickly, before pulling back to slip in a finger. As his finger slid in and out slowly, lubricated by the lotion and Nick’s saliva, Nick added another. He glided them in to the second knuckle and left them there as he licked around the edge of the pliable sphincter. 

“Oh God…” Deacon groaned, “Please…baby...” He pushed his hips back, encouraging Nick’s fingers in deeper, “You're just a fucking tease...”

“Oh, I'm not teasing, I'm gonna deliver.” Nick pushed his fingers in all of the way and watched as he finger fucked him, loving the way his fingers disappeared inside of Deacon.  “Jesus Christ you've got a sweet ass.” Nick maneuvered his other hand under Deacon’s hips to stroke his cock.

Deuce gripped the blankets tighter as he moved his hips, arching into Nick's hand, “Need your cock, Nicky...”

“Mmm...be patient.” Nick scissored his fingers and twists his hand to stroke Deacon’s prostate a few times, releasing D’s cock so he could pump lotion into his hand and slick up his own erection.

Deacon was practically mewling at the attention to his sweet spot, “Fuck, Nick...”

Nick removed his fingers and kneeled between D’s legs; he positioned his cock then very slowly sank into him on a groan as he laid down on top of him.

D shudder and tried to stifle a moan into the pillow as he reached back to touch Nick. “Oh God, Nicky...”

“Fuck, you feel so good.” Nick uttered against the skin of D’s shoulder as he began to thrust slowly. Jesus, going bare back felt incredible. He’d gotten so used to wearing them that he’d forgotten how much sensation condoms stifled. He slid his hands under D's armpits and up the front of his shoulders to hold on as he pumped and applied open mouthed kisses to his neck.

Deacon’s moans were continuous but muffled by the pillow he had his face burrowed in. He was flexing his hips with the rhythm of Nick’s, the blanket under him giving his cock the much needed friction it was weeping for.

Nick trailed his lips to D’s ear and whispered, “Feel okay?” even though he could tell by Deacon’s reactions that it felt more than just okay, he was still worried that D was sore.

Deacon’s voice was muffled when he answered, “Oh fuck yes... feel so fucking good inside me.” He turned his head to the side for a kiss.

Nick obliged with a long, sloppy one as he picks up his thrusts. “Feels so good to be inside of you, you’re so fucking tight...Jesus.” Nick bit D’s shoulder to try to stifle another moan.

Deacon clenched down around him, increasing Nick’s pleasure, as he buried his face in the pillow again and moaned loudly. Nick knew that when he bit Deacon it drove him crazy. “God, Nick...”

Nick licked the bite mark than sucked it as he picked up thrusts, “Fuck yeah…” he uttered and bit down closer to D’s neck as he moaned again.

Deacon arched back to meet the roll of Nick’s pelvis, his fingers gripping the blankets so tightly that his knuckles are white, “Fuck, Nick... feels so fucking amazing!”

“God yeah...so good…” Nick rose up on his knees and pulled D's hips up with him “Fuck, I'm gonna come.” Nick warned, and tossed his head back as he growled and pumped harder.

 Deacon bit the pillow hard as he moaned loudly and he came himself, his muscles clenching tightly around Nick’s cock, pulling him in deeper.

“Fuck Deacon!” Nick panted, than moaned loudly as he rode out his own orgasm. He pumped until the sensation was so sensitive it was almost painful and finally pulled out, watching his come trial out of Deacon. It was fucking hot, yet there was something so intimate about it, almost like leaving a piece of himself behind. Or maybe it was just the primal need to mark his territory, either way Nick really liked the way it looked and felt. He collapsed next to Deacon onto his side, curling an arm under his head as he trailed fingers down D’s back.

Deacon turned his face to look at Nick with a very satisfied smile. Nick smiled in return and brushed the hair back from D's cheek, “Mmm can feel you inside me...” D murmured, “Feels weird... but good weird.” Deuce leaned over for a soft kiss.

Nick kissed him again and pulled him into his arms as he rolled onto his back.

Deuce happily cuddled closer, one hand moving up to play with Nick's hair. “Love you.”

Nick smiled happily, “I'll never get tired of hearing that.”

Deacon pulled Nick closer, “Love,” he kissed Nick’s nose, “Love,” he kissed Nick’s cheek ,“love you Nick O'Flaherty”  he finished with a tender kiss to Nick’s lips before smiling lazily at him.

 “Jesus Deacon, I'm so in love with you.” Nick said with a contented sigh.

Deacon hummed happily and ran the pad of his index finger over Nick’s bottom lip, “And such a talented mouth.” He teased.

Nick chuckled then said, “I think we should get in bed, your legs gonna hurt sleeping on the hard ground. Besides, you know Win is in the middle and we need to move him before he gets too comfortable.”

“Mmm don't wanna move... cat can have the bed!” Deacon laughed.

“I know baby, but I don't want your leg to get stiff.” Nick insisted.

Deuce nuzzled against Nick's neck, “Mmm…I'll survive.”

Nick kissed his forehead then gently dislodges him and stood, pulling D with him. “Come on. You'll thank me in the morning. My shoulder and ribs can't take that shit either.”

“You need to get that surgery, babe.”  Deuce said, sliding his arms around Nick, kissing his bad shoulder.

Nick nudged Winchester over and turned down blanket. “I will.” He settled D in bed and climbed over him to pick up the kitten and set Win on D's chest. He climbed over them and crawled into bed, pulling the blankets over them.

“I'm serious Nick.” Deuce said, petting kitty ears, “Have the surgery here in Philly, let me take care of you.”

Nick turned on his side and leaned up on his elbow “Yeah?”

Deuce smiled at him, “Yeah.”

Nick nodded, “Ok, if you're sure. The recovery is like 4-6 weeks, think you can handle having me here that long without killing me?”

Deuce kissed him, “I'm not going to want to let you leave.”

Nick smiled, “You say that now but I may not want to leave...you may have to kick me out.”

“I would never do that.”

Nick began to pet Winchester nervously, unable to look at D “Maybe we can look at it like...a trial run, kind of?” he asked tentatively as he felt the warmth spread across his cheeks.

“Have I told you how adorable you are when you blush?”  Deuce grinned.

Nick rested his forehead on D’s chest “Stop.”

“Well you are!”  Deuce laughed as he kisses the top of his head, “And I like the idea of it being a trial run.”

Nick lifted his head a little to peer up at him,”I won't be able to get off of work for awhile...with the detective test coming up and all...but” shrugged “by the end of the year. And then...”

Deuce reaches up to rub Nicks shoulder “You've put the surgery off long enough as it is. Take it from someone that knows, putting it off is just going to make things worse.”

“I've gotta think of my career too babe...And six months isn't that long really.”

 ”I know, but...” Deuce trailed off.

“I promise, by the end of December, then maybe six months to a year after that…” Nick shrugged. “I can transfer.”

Deuce pulls him close, resting his head on his chest, sighing softly “It's just...”

“Or...not. Whatever.” Nick cleared his throat and settled down, his cheeks on fire, feeling he’d pushed too far

Deuce shook his head slightly “No, no that's not what I meant, I was just hoping you'd be around sooner rather than later.”

Nick smiled and kissed his chest “Yeah?”

“Yeah...”

Nick raised his head to look at him, “Then I'll see about a transfer sooner...maybe I can just take the detective's test here.”

Deuce smiled as he pulls him into a kiss, speaking against his lips. “Keep the boat.” He added before kissing him again.

“In case I'm in the dog house I'll have somewhere to sleep?”  Nick asked with raised eyebrows.

 “You'll be spending most nights there then.” Deuce teased with a laugh, “I was thinking more of weekend getaways.”

 “No, I wouldn't want to get rid of her. I'll find a slip around here to keep it at.” Nick nodded “Floating vacay.”

Deuce smiled, “I love the idea of our own vacation spot whenever we want it!”

“Mmmm, me too.” Nick settled down and rested his head on D's chest again and cuddled next to him resting a hand on Deuce’s stomach.

“You moving in might be the only way for you to get any sleep!” Deuce teased as he played with Nick’s hair.

“That's true.” Nick closed his eyes, loving the feel of D playing with his hair, “You keep me safe from the boogie man.”

“As long as you protect me from evil dolls.” Deuce closed his eyes with a smile.

“Always, baby.”Nick mumbled sleepily, “I'll kill the little fuckers.”

Deuce snuggled closer, “Mmm, my hero.”

Nick chuckled and turned his head slightly to place a little kiss on Deuce’s chest then settled down again, “Love you.”

 Deuce kissed the top of Nick’s head, “Love you too. Get some sleep, baby.”

“’Mm’ k.”  Nick barely answered, already dozing off.

Deuce snuggled both of his gingers close as he closed his eyes.