Deuce Does Boston Day Four

***THIS STORY WILL EVENTUALLY CONTAIN SEXUALLY EXPLICIT CONTENT***

 MONDAY

Nick startled awake, shooting up into a sitting position with the combined feeling that he was late for work and that there was someone in his bed. It only took him a few seconds to remember he had the day off and 

who was lying beside him.

Deuce grumbled in his sleep and Nick smiled at the slumbering mans back. He slid closer and leaned down on his elbow wanting to touch but almost afraid to. The mantra of, Please don’t regret last night, please don’t regret last night repeating itself in Nick’s head. He took a gamble and slid his fingers down Deuce’s bare arm as he gently kissed his shoulder. D let out a satisfied hum and Nick’s smile grew until another more terrifying thought came to him, changing his inner pleading to, Please don’t think I’m Livi. Please don’t think I’m Livi. Deuce hummed again as he turned over and cracked one eye open.

“You okay?” he mumbled.

“Yeah,” Nick said as he grazed an index finger over one of D’s thick brows. He was relieved that Deuce not only seemed aware of the situation, but still seemed good with it. “You?

“I’m not the one causing earthquakes in the bed.” he slurred in a sleepy West Virginian twang. God that was sexy.

Nick’s smile grew, “No, that was last night.”

Deuce chuckled as he closed his eye, “Did ya sleep okay?”

“Yeah actually,” Nick was surprised by his own answer. Damn, he had gone to bed at a decent time and slept through the night. Nick couldn’t remember what he’d dreamed, but there definitely weren’t any nightmares. Not a one.

“Time is it?” Deuce asked.

Nick rolled the other way to look at the clock on his nightstand, “7:45.” He turned back to D.

“It’s early, let’s sleep some more.” D yawned and stretched languidly without opening his eyes, “Wore myself out while wearing you out.”

“Sorry you had to suffer the consequence,” Nick trailed a finger down the slope of Deuce’s perfect nose.

Deuce shrugged lazily as he turned on his side facing Nick and snuggled against him, “Part of the therapy.”

Nick chuckled as he wrapped D in his arms and gently rubbed his back, “Well fuck, I should have been coming to you for treatment a long time ago.”

“Never too late.” Deuce answered as he nuzzled in even closer.

“Mmmm,” Nick kissed D’s hair. “I’d love to sleep in with you but I want to motor a few hours south to Uncle Pete’s fishing spot.”

“Who’s Uncle Pete?” Deuce’s voice was muffled against the junction of Nick’s neck and chest.

“My uncle.” Nick explained, “He showed me his secret spot when I was thirteen. It’s sort of hidden in a little cove, pretty private, and the fish like to bite.”

“Haven’t been fishing in years,” Deuce sighed. “Used to go alla time as a kid.”

Nick trailed his hand down to D’s ass and lightly squeezed, “Well you can sleep a bit more if you want, I’m gonna go start piloting us there. The earlier the better to catch ‘em. You know, early bird gets the worm and all?”

But the longer Nick lay with Deuce against him, the more he didn’t want to move and the more his dick started to want to play with a different kind of rod. Nick slid his hand over Deuce’s hip and around the front to touch his softened cock.

“If you’re calling my dick a worm, I’m offended.” Deuce said, but his dick didn’t seem offended as it started to grow from the attention.

“Oh no, baby,” Nick smiled as he started to stroke D’s cock to life, “You’re all anaconda.”

Deuce laughed and Nick gently nudged him onto his back. They could get in a quickie and Nick would still have time to get them to Uncle Pete’s cove at a decent hour. Besides, there was something he’d been dying to do.

Nick trailed kisses down Deuce’s neck and chest, all the while gently stroking him. He stopped at a nipple to give it a kiss and a lick before blowing on it softly to watch it peak. Deuce hummed his approval.

“I never knew how sensitive they were,” he commented.

“That’s because you’ve been sleeping with the wrong people,” Nick said against D’s skin as he kissed his way to repeat the action on the other side of D’s chest.

“I’m beginning to realize that.” D arched up as Nick blew.

“Just beginning?” Nick teased, trailing his mouth lower as he shifted on the bed to get closer to Deuce’s cock as he slid the sheets down to unveil it.

“I’m hard headed.” D uttered, “I might need a lot more proof.”

“If you need me to prove it to ya D, I’ll prove it to ya no problem.” Nick moved to loom over Deuce’s cock and appreciate it in the full view of morning light as he altered onto his hip, shifting his knees up by the pillow.

Nick licked his lips as he slid his palm over D’s balls and up his shaft before leaning down and following the same path with his tongue. Deuce let out a soft moan and Nick lifted D’s cock to lick all the way around the ridge of the head. God Deuce’s cock was gorgeous. Thick and long, a few veins but not too many, with the head tapering nicely into a soft dome. Nick loved cock. All shapes and sizes really, and even though he carried one around with him all day, it didn’t damper his fascination.  Deuce’s was something special though, and like the rest of him, it was picture perfect.

Nick licked from base to tip again, this time on the front side, before taking it into his mouth. He opened wide and pushed down as far as he could before pulling back up. He stopped at the tip to place his lips in an open kiss and sucked as he flicked his tongue over the slit.

“Holy shit,” Deuce panted and Nick shivered as D trailed a hand up his calf and gripped.

Nick brushed his lips over the sensitive area before licking the new drop that formed there and taking D’s cock into his mouth once again. This time Nick braced himself up on his forearm as he relaxed his jaw and throat to take Deuce farther in. He delved down again and again, sucking hard as he pulled up, until he was nose deep in silky hairs. Deuce’s hips were flexing up to meet Nick’s mouth, one hand in Nick’s hair as the other gripping his calf, all the while making those sexy sounds like last night. Nick’s cock was throbbing and he thought he just might come from D’s reaction. He was vaguely aware of D letting go of his calf, but as a tentative touch trailed up his dick he moaned around the one in his mouth. Jesus just that little bit of attention and his mind was blown. Deuce’s hand wrapped around him and began to pump and Nick nearly rocketed off the bed. He started sucking harder, and faster as he deep throated D’s cock while massaging his balls until Deuce started to tremble, his moans so loud he probably woke the neighbors three docks down. D’s hand on Nick’s cock stilled as he pulled on Nick’s hair so hard it stung his scalp. Even that felt fucking fantastic.

“Nick, I’m gonna come,” Deuce panted, “Nicky…”

Nick kept at it. He never swallowed before. Ever. But the thought of Deuce being his first felt right. There weren’t many first times left that Nick could offer D, but this, this he wanted to take in just as much as he wanted to give.

D’s entire body went ridged for a moment before he let out a loud groan and hot come shot down the back of Nick’s throat. Than another… and another, all the while Deuce was making those fucking moans as his body trembled. He was buried so deep in Nick’s throat that Nick barely tasted anything until he pulled back to lick up the shaft and capture the last drops spilling over. It wasn’t bad at all. It sort of tasted like salt water with a hint of bitterness. Though truthfully, Nick could care less if it was the worst flavor he’d ever encountered in his life if he could induce that reaction from D.

He licked and sucked until Deuce tugged at his hair and shivered, murmuring “Sensitive.” 

Nick pulled back and looked down at Deuce, but D was looking at Nick’s cock as he took it into his fist once again and began to pump it. Nick groaned and bit his lip as he flexed his hips along with the motion. His was so hard and turned on that his cock was already leaking continuously so he knew he wouldn’t last long.

“Oh yeah D…fuck.” Nick let out a guttural groan as his balls drew up and his orgasm rocked through him a moment later. Deuce continued to stroke him until there was nothing left.

“That was hot.” D said after a minute, and Nick raised his head enough to peer down at his lover. “I never saw another guy…” D ran his fingers through the come on Nick’s abs, tracing the ridges of muscles there.

Nick rested his head back down as he laid a hand on D’s hip, stroking his thumb back and forth over the skin , “Glad you liked it.” For some reason that made them both chuckle.

Deuce continued to explore Nick’s stomach with sticky fingers, “Your body is incredible Nicky.”

“Yours isn’t half bad either,” Of course that was an understatement, D was pure perfection. Nick lifted up onto his elbows so he could look down at Deuce and wiggle his eyebrows. “Besides, I don’t have a mug like yours so I have to keep the rest of me up to par.”

“Bullshit,” D smiled lazily at him, “You’re gorgeous.”

Nick just shook his head; he wasn’t going to argue with D. If Deuce wanted to view him with rose colored glasses that was just fine with him, but Nick owned a mirror and he knew better. It wasn’t that Nick thought of himself as an ugly guy, but he really was only slightly above average. A few people had referred to him as ruggedly handsome but Nick was never really sure if that was a compliment or not. Handsome yes, but what the hell did the ruggedly part mean? Jeeps were rugged, terrain was rugged, but Nick’s face? That didn’t sound like a nice thing. He didn’t get it.  So yeah, the hours spent in the gym helped him feel more physically appealing. Besides, he was used to staying in top form from when he was enlisted. He also liked to believe he had a good enough personality, and maybe a bit of sex appeal, to smooth over any ruggedness that may be in his facade.

He sat up and gave D a lingering kiss before sliding out of bed and heading to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

“I’m gonna go fire her up and get us moving, yeah? You sleep if you want.” Nick turned at the doorway to look back at Deuce, “I’ll wake you when we get there. I’ll even have coffee made.”

Deuce gave him a lazy smile, “I didn’t even have to get bossy this time. You learn quickly.”

Nick laughed as he went to the sink to brush his teeth even though he liked the taste of Deacon still on his lips and his tongue.  “I’m lucky I have a hot slave driver. Makes it easier.” He called out.

Deuce laughed softly as he stretched out on the bed, one hand falling to his stomach, scratching just above his belly button as he watched Nick walk into the bathroom. There was a smile on his face as he snuggled farther under the sheet and blanket, planning on sleeping for a couple more hours before going up to the deck with Nick. The smile got a little bigger as he thought about Nick and the events of the past twelve hours, his fingers twisting into the sheets that still smelled like sex, and like Nick. There was no way to miss the distinctive musk with a hint of spice that was the man that Deuce had spent the night with.

God, that sounded so weird. He had had sex with a man last night… and then again this morning. And, if he was being honest with himself, he wasn’t nearly as freaked out as he thought he would be. Everything that had happened from that first kiss up to what had happened this morning had just seemed right. There were things running through his mind that he didn’t quite know how to process, things running through his heart, feelings that it was entirely too soon to be feeling about anyone. But yet, there it was… the first pangs of him falling hard and fast for Nick were surrounding him, and this morning he just wasn’t up to fighting them. He was far too satisfied to do anything to jeopardize this feeling, one he hadn’t felt in a long time.

A soft sigh left his lips as he pushed himself up on one elbow, rubbing his fingers through his hair as he blearily stared over at the clock, blinking at it for a few moments as he tried to figure out why he could barely see. “Right… must have lost a contact, shit…” Fuck it, he wasn’t searching Nick’s bed or room for the missing lens. He had extra with him and there was no Princess to run off with his contact case this time.

He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, rubbing his thigh gently before finally pushing himself to his feet with a soft groan, glad that Nick wasn’t there to see how badly he was limping across the room. He hated mornings like this. He had slept too long with his leg in the same position and he was paying for it. But to sleep wrapped in Nick’s arms was more than worth it. The smile was still on his face when he stepped into the bathroom, disposing of the other contact in the trash can before leaning over to turn the shower on. He placed his hands on the sink, leaning heavily against them as he waited for the water to heat up, finally lifting his eyes to look at himself in the mirror for the first time since the night before.

His lips were swollen and red from the intensity of the kisses that he and Nick had shared and he had the worst case of bed-head that he’d ever seen, but he still looked the same in his eyes. There was no neon sign over his head that screamed I JUST HAD SEX WITH A MAN and while he knew it was crazy, he had half-expected to see a change in himself. His brow furrowed, frowning when something caught his eye in the mirror, leaning closer so that he could see better.

“The fuck?!” he squinted at the mirror, groaning when he saw the bite marks on his neck and collar bone. “I’m going to kill him…” he muttered softly, his brain flashing back to the threat that Nick had made over the blogs about remedying the fact that he hadn’t had a hickey since high school. And now? He leaned back to the mirror, cocking his head slightly. One on his jaw, thankfully covered by stubble, one where neck met shoulder and another one, complete with a perfect set of teeth marks, right smack in the middle of his collar bone. There was no way that any of them were going to be gone in three days… oh god, he was screwed when he got back to Philly.

He lifted a hand to run over the one on his collar bone, smiling softly. He knew that he should be pissed, but he couldn’t bring himself to do anything but smile like an idiot. Deuce finally pulled himself away from the mirror, stepping into the hot water, moaning as the water started to beat down on his tired muscles. It had been a long few days, but things were just looking up. This was going to be one of the best vacations ever, namely because Nick was going to be by his side for the next few days.

It was only after he was completely wet that he realized that he had left his own shampoo and shower gel in his bedroom, and there was no way he was going after it. He shrugged as he reached for the bottle on the rack, smiling when the  familiar smell of one of the Old Spice body washes hit his nose. The smell was pure Nick and Deuce wasted no time in washing himself, rinsing himself off before reaching for the shampoo before his brain could start to work. He did most of his thinking when he was in the shower, but he had a feeling that today and thinking weren’t going to be a good combination. He didn’t want to think. He just wanted to be able to spend a few days not hiding behind his professional persona and he just wanted to relax and spend as much time with Nick as possible.

Thinking was not allowed until he was at home in Philly and alone with Winchester.

Once he was clean, he stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist as he made his way out of the master bedroom and down the hall to the guest room. “Clothes, right…” he muttered softly as he looked around at the room for something to wear. He pulled on a pair of superhero boxer-briefs, knowing that Nick would get a kick out of them the next time he lost his pants before pulling on a pair of well worn and comfortable jeans.  He rubbed the towel over his wet hair before dropping it in the corner, grabbing a white long-sleeved t-shirt, pulling it over his head, knowing that it would be a little chilly on the water with them making their way south.

“Screw the contacts.”

Deuce reached into his bag, grabbing for his glasses, slipping them on before using his fingers to comb his hair. He paused for a moment, tilting his head to the side as he shifted his weight onto his bad leg, wincing slightly. “Okay, fine…” He knew that talking to himself was a sign of craziness, but then again craziness ran in the family, so there was nothing new there!

He pulled out a couple of pill bottles,  examining the labels before opening one, tossing one of the weaker pills into his mouth, swallowing it without water before grabbing his phone and making his way upstairs and into the galley. “Mmm coffee…” he mused with a slight grin as he poured himself a cup, taking a sip as he leaned against the counter, briefly contemplating breakfast as he pulled his phone out, hitting the tumblr app with his thumb. No one knew he was staying in Boston with the exception of his secretary and girlfriend and he planned on it staying that way.

Working my way through security at the airport. I swear the TSA agents have it in for me. It’s like they know my brother is a pain in the ass and they take it out on me!

Is it sad that I can’t wait to get back to my cat?

He laughed as he hit send, double checking to make sure it posted correctly before he slid his phone into his pocket and made his way up to the flybridge. He quietly observed Nick at the wheel for a moment or two before sliding an arm around his waist and kissing the back of his neck softly a few times.

“I have three hickeys and a bite mark. I’m going to murder you.” Deuce tried to keep his voice serious and stern, but the sound of Nick starting to laugh caused him to lose it completely, laughing along with the other man. 

“But I see I got payback…” he teased as he trailed a finger over the visible mark on Nick’s neck. “I guess that makes us even.”

He sat his coffee down out of the way before stepping back to where he was behind Nick, sliding both arms around his waist, pulling him back until they were pressed together chest to back, a smile on his face as he kissed behind Nick’s ear.

“No nightmares?”

Nick closed his eyes with a smile on his face at the feel of Deuce pressed up against him along with the tender kisses.

“Mmmm, not a one.”  He tilted his head slightly in a silent request for more attention to his neck and shivered when D rubbed his stubble lightly against the sensitive area.  “Good therapy plan Doc, seems to be working. I may require a more vigorous regimen over the next few days though. Just to be sure.”

“I do believe in aggressive therapy in the tougher cases.” Nick could feel Deuce’s smile against his skin.

“Not hopeless?” Nick shifted the gear into neutral and turned in Deuce’s arms. His breath caught at the sight. Deuce was wearing his ‘nerd glasses’ as D called them, but fuck, D looked anything but a nerd. With his tussled damp hair, stubble and specks he looked more like he’d just walked out of an ad from the pages 

of GQ. It reminded Nick of the first picture Deuce had texted Nick when he’d asked him to. Nick had sort of hoped the gesture was a sign that maybe Deuce had enjoyed Nick’s flirting just a little bit. Nick had obviously been right.

“Hopeless?”D shook his head, “No, definitely not hopeless.” Deuce smiled at him, his teeth looking extra white against the dark beard growing in around his mouth.

“Fuck D,” Nick breathed, “The nerd glasses. Are you trying to sabotage this fishing trip?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Deuce adjusted the glasses on his face, “I was just too lazy to fish out a new pair of contacts.”

Nick blinked at him, not buying Deuce’s play at innocence for a minute, then reached up to wrap his hand around the back of D’s neck and pull him into a deep kiss. Fuck, Deuce was going to be the death of him.

Deuce laughed when Nick finally released him. “Do you want breakfast?”

“If it includes breakfast sausage.” Nick winked at D.

“I think you’ve already had that.” D smirked. “I noticed eggs and bacon in the refrigerator, will that do? Maybe you’ll get sausage for dinner if you’re good.”

“Mmmm, I like dinner sausage too, especially of the Irish variety.” Nick laughed as he turned to put the boat back into gear and get back on course, “Bacon and eggs sound good though. Gotta replenish all of the protein I’ve lost in the last ten hours.”

Deuce gave him a pat on the ass on his way past as he headed for the stairs with his cup of coffee. “How do you like your eggs?”

“However you wanna make ‘em. I’m easy.” Nick said as he watched Deuce disappear down the steps.

“That’s an understatement.” Deuce observed.

“There’s English muffins in the cabinet. I like butter and grape jelly.” Nick called after him, “and orange juice.”

“Jesus,” Deuce peeked over the edge of the half wall, “Anything else captain?”

Nick shrugged, “You can serve it in nothing but the glasses.”

Deuce snorted as he turned and continued down to the kitchen. And Nick complained about him being bossy after sex?!  He shook his head slightly as he made his way downstairs and into the kitchen, digging in the refrigerator with a soft hmm as he contemplated their options.

Eggs? Were not his forte, but he could work with what he had and to make it a quick breakfast, because his stomach was telling him to hurry it up. He decided that it was a morning for scrambled. They were faster and there was less chance that there would be a kitchen disaster! His Ma may have taught him how to cook, but she had always told him that he was completely hopeless when it came to breakfast.

He checked his phone, turning on some soft music as he moved around the kitchen, wasting no time in getting both the eggs and bacon on the stove. He pulled four plates out of the cabinet, setting them on the table as he popped a few muffins in the toaster, his gaze occasionally being drawn toward the steps that led to the upper deck, his thoughts being drawn to Nick once again. There was just something about the other man that made it so that Deuce couldn’t stop thinking about him. Not that he was complaining.

The rational part of him was screaming at him that getting involved with Nick was a horrible, horrible idea. Screaming at him that they were both just going to get hurt, screaming that he had a girlfriend and that Nick was Ty’s best friend and that his brother would murder them both if he found out. Deuce chewed on his lower lip as he tried to push that part of his brain aside not wanting to think about it. He hated it when his brain tried to be rational.

He shook his head slightly as he put a couple of the English muffins on the plate, digging out the grape Jelly and the butter, putting them on the muffins as a smile crossed his face. Oh yeah, there it was, the irrational part of his brain that was telling him to just go for it. That little part of him that was telling him that he was falling hard and fast for Nick and even though the very idea terrified him, he had felt happier the past couple days than he had in a very, very long time.

He turned on his heel, quickly plating the bacon and the eggs, finding a tray in the cabinet and placing the breakfast dishes along with orange juice and coffee on the tray, turning the music off as he slipped his phone into his pocket. Sure, it wasn’t the most amazing of breakfasts, but it would do until they could get to the cove and catch some fish for dinner. But until then, they were going to have to survive with eggs and bacon.

Deuce carefully balanced the tray, eyeing the stairs warily as he started up them, carefully making sure not to spill anything as he made his way to the top and set everything on the small table behind Nick.

“It may not be served with me in just glasses, but breakfast is still served!” He grinned as he walked over to Nick, pulling him into a long kiss, his arms sliding around Nick’s waist as he tugged him close, unable to get enough of the man he was kissing.

They stood there for a few minutes, both of them completely lost in one another’s kisses until the sound of Nick’s stomach growing reached Deuce’s ears, causing him to pull back and laugh softly. “Come on, food now. We can make out like teenagers later!” This got a burst of laughter from both of them as Nick squeezed Deuce’s hand before allowing himself to be pulled over to the table.

*

It was nearly noon when they finally reached Uncle Pete’s cove, Nick only stopping to eat the delicious breakfast Deuce had made for them which ended in a mini make out session on the bench seats of the outside dinette. Nick had no choice but to show his appreciation for D’s culinary skills, it would have been rude not to, really.

Nick anchored up between what was probably the far off shore of Rhode Island and the rocky island that Nick wasn’t sure of the name of.  It was unseasonably warm out at around sixty seven degrees so Nick stripped out of his hoodie and down to his black tee shirt that had a picture of a strawberry with blonde hair and read Smarter than your average blonde, dumber than your average strawberry. He gathered his two best fishing poles and tackle box, and they bated up with shiny sinkers and the bait fish that Nick had set out to defrost last night.

They fished for over three hours without much luck, only catching a Sea Robin, a star fish, and copious amounts of seaweed before breaking for a lunch consisting of lunch meat sandwiches, chips and soda. Nick didn’t really give a shit if he caught anything for the rest of the day, though he’d like to see Deuce get lucky, he was just content to be spending this time with D. Joking around, talking about movies or sports and many other light topics, stealing the occasional kiss and somehow always finding a way to touch; Just a brush of a hand along the back, a pat on the ass, ruffling of hair, any way to have some sort of physical contact.

After lunch they continued in much the same manor, although they finally did snag three stripers before calling it quits around five; D catching two and Nick one. Of course this brought on a lot of ribbing from Deuce since Nick claimed all day to be an expert New England angler.

As Nick cleaned and filleted the bass, separating them into dinner sized portions in freezer baggies, Deuce kept him entertained with stories of some of the crazies he encountered during his residency at Temple. He didn’t refer to them as crazies of course, nor did he divulge names for confidentiality reasons which Nick respected, but the stories were funny none the less. It took Nick longer than usual to finish his task since he couldn’t help but stop what he was doing every now and then to watch Deuce as he talked and to throw in a story of two of his own. He loved the sound Deuce’s laughter, loved the way he used his hands as he talked and kept fiddling with those God damned glasses. Nick was quickly realizing that there wasn’t much about Deacon Grady that he didn’t love…or, well…really liked or… whatever.

Deuce went down to shower as Nick threw the remains of the carcasses overboard and washed the deck of fish blood and guts before going down to do the same.

D was just coming into the pilothouse as Nick was headed for the stairs, “Damn, I was hoping I’d catch you in the shower and join you.”

Nick leaned forward for a kiss but D pulled back with a wrinkle of his nose. “No way, you’re all covered in fish gunk.”

“Come on D,” Nick huffed, “Just one, then I’ll go get clean.”

Deuce gave a long suffering sigh, “Fine. Just a little one.” He exaggeratedly bent at the waist and stretched his neck out towards Nick with puckered lips, keeping his body as far away as possible.

Nick laughed and mimicked D’s stance to press their lips together quickly before D pulled back.

“Now go,” Deuce ordered as he started for the exterior door, “You’re stinky.”

Nick laughed as he made his way down to the master bath. It was so weird to him, he’d always been sort of a tactile person, but he’s never felt such an overwhelming need to constantly touch someone before. But man, something about Deuce, not just because he was so fucking hot, something about his sheer presence made Nick unable to get enough of touching him. He was like the sun, and Nick was the lowly planet that had no choice but to orbit around his warmth.

Deuce couldn’t keep the smile off of his face as he sent Nick off to shower and get the smell of fish guts off of him. The hazards of fishing were the same no matter where you were: if you actually caught anything, you smelled like fish until you showered and soaped up multiple times. Deuce had actually taken longer in the shower than he’d planned hoping that Nick would finish up early and join him, but it just wasn’t going to be tonight. He could only stand under the spray and pretend to wash for so long, but then again, maybe it was for the best. The shower on the boat was a tiny one and getting clean with both of them in there together would have been a total disaster.

He pulled on the hem of his Phillies tee as he tugged it down, the smile still on his face as he stepped onto the deck. He knew he was supposed to be on vacation, but unfortunately it didn’t mean that he was free from work. Deuce knew that if he didn’t attend to at least a few of the emails that were in his inbox that his week after returning to Philly would be even worse than he thought. But first, he needed a good place to sit where he could actually get a good signal.  After wandering around the boat for a bit, he ended up sprawled out directly on the deck at the bow to give his bad leg a place to stretch out properly before it decided to protest the day’s activities.

Of course, it was only when he sat down that he realized that getting up could pose an issue, but that’s what Nick was for! He’d worry about having to get up when the time got there. For now, he was going to enjoy the breeze, the smell of the sea, and the fact that he was really fucking comfortable.

“Okay. You have to work while Nick is in the shower,” he reminded himself softly as he pulled his phone out, hitting the little envelope with his thumb, scrolling through the unread messages to see if there was anything that caught his eye.

“Fuck it.” He made a face at the phone before locking it and sliding it back into the pocket of his jeans. His heart just wasn’t into working right now and all of the messages would still be waiting for him whenever he got home. Or when he was on the plane. There was nothing of importance waiting for him in his inbox so he could be lazy for at least a little while longer.

“Mmm I could sit here forever…” he murmured softly as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the loveseat, letting the early evening sun beat down on his face as his hand absently rubbed his sore leg, trying to massage the stiff muscles away.

After his shower Nick threw on a pair of old comfortable jeans and a black Henley, choosing to remain barefoot before going in search of Deuce. He checked the back deck first than made his way up top when he didn’t find him there. D wasn’t on the top tier either, and Nick had a momentary irrational scare that maybe D had fallen over board when he peered down and saw Deuce lounging at the bow. He was sitting right on the deck next to the portal window with one leg bent up and the other outstretched as he massaged it. His back was propped against the small loveseat located there and his head was resting back on the cushions with his eyes closed. Nick smiled as he admired the sight before making his way down to join him.

He padded over and bent down to place a gentle kiss on Deuce’s soft lips. D’s eyes fluttered open as he smiled, “Hmmm. I don’t mind being sneaked up on as long as I get a kiss.”

“Happy to oblige that request.” Nick smiled back.  He stood and rested his hands on his hips, “I put enough fish is the fridge for dinner tonight and tomorrow and froze the rest. I plan on making you a good old fashioned fish fry with homemade baked mac and cheese tonight.”

“Great, more calorie overload,” D shielded his eyes with his hand as he looked up at Nick, “I might eat two helpings just to make you have to work extra hard at burning them off of me.”

“Baby, you can eat thirds if you want,” Nick smirked, “I can handle it.”

Deuce rolled his eyes,”I thought we’d talked about you working on your low self esteem O’Flaherty.”

Nick just laughed and Deuce spread his legs, patted the deck between them and said, “Come here.”

Nick happily obliged that request as well and crawled between D’s legs to settle his back against Deuce’s chest. D loosely wrapped one arm around Nick’s waist, and as Nick rested his head back onto D’s shoulder, Deuce began to play with Nick’s hair with his other hand. Nick let his eyes drift close, loving the feel of those long fingers in his tresses. Deuce seemed to be drawn to Nick’s soft curls and Nick had already become addicted to it.

Almost unconsciously Nick took over the gentle massage of Deuce’s bad leg, resting his other hand on D’s arm that was around him as he relaxed and enjoyed everything about this moment. He intentionally took everything in, storing it away as a perfect memory to reflect upon later. The smell of the salt water and fresh air, the sound of the water lapping against the hull of the boat and the cry of the occasional seagull as it swooped overhead, the feeling of warmth being in D’s arms that had nothing to do with actual temperature, the soothing sensation of his fingers brushing softly against Nick’s scalp.  

Nick had never felt so at peace and satisfied in his life. Yes, he had felt alive when he was an active marine; pumped with adrenaline from the danger of their missions, elated with the comradely of being surrounded with a great bunch of guys, and free for the first time from the scrutiny of his father’s glare. Man, he’d been so young then, so full of ‘get some’, but now, although Nick was still a bit of an adrenaline junkie, he found he liked this settled feeling he’d found in the last few days with Deuce. With D he didn’t have to be the perfect son, he didn’t have to be the toughest soldier or the fearless cop, he didn’t have to tell the funniest jokes or the best stories, he didn’t have to be the craziest guy in the room or the life of the party. Not that all of those things weren’t legitimate aspects of Nick’s personality, he wasn’t fake, he just put too much pressure on himself to be the best at everything he took on. But this, spending time with Deuce just felt so easy, Nick didn’t have to try to be anything but happy.

Nick sighed blissfully, turning his head to place a small a kiss on Deuce’s jaw.

“I like you like this.” Deuce commented.

“Like what?” Nick teased, “Using you as my personal lounge chair?”

“Well that too,” Deuce laughed, “But just…quiet.”

Nick sat up slightly and turned to give D an indignant look, “Are you saying I talk too much D?”

“Sometimes,” Deuce teased. Nick huffed and D smiled, “No, I love listening to you Nicky.” Deuce said, raising an eyebrow in a suggestive manner,”That Boston accent is awfully sexy.”

Nick wiggled his eyebrows in return, “Oh yeah?”

Deuce just laughed and shook his head, “No I mean…you just seem so…peaceful. So at ease.”

Nick nodded as D seemed to read his mind and mood yet again, “I feel that when I’m with you. Peaceful. Content….comfortable in my own skin I guess. Never really felt like this before. It’s like with you D, I can just…” Nick shrugged, “Be.”

The closeness Nick felt with Deuce, the way D could get him to open up and talk, even the tranquility of the moment was really starting to turn Nick on. It had been a long time since he had gotten justly fucked. He’d jokingly told Ty awhile back that he was a virgin because he didn’t like talking about his sexual encounters that he’d had with men to anyone. The truth was, Nick hadn’t been with many guys at all. He’d had his first brief encounter with Malibu Mike back when he was enlisted but that had been it until about a year after he’d been discharged. He finally gave into that itch that no amount of women Nick screwed could scratch and found a gay bar out of town. Way out of town; And went a few times to hookup with strangers for back room blow jobs or back seat lays, none of which was really that satisfying but it was enough to quell his urges. This went on for a few months until one night Nick could have sworn he’d seen Ryan Murphy from the neighborhood in the parking lot. Nick fucking freaked at the thought of getting caught, even if Ryan was there for the same reasons, and never went back there again.

It took him a good two years before he worked up the nerve to find a new establishment, this time way in the other direction. The bartender caught Nick’s eye immediately because he was muscled and masculine, even in his leather pants and matching vest with no shirt. He was bald with a neatly trimmed dark beard and a chest full of hair. When Nick sat at the bar they had hit it off immediately. Turned out Steve, that was his name, was former Army and had been discharged under Don’t Ask Don’t Tell. He and his boyfriend at the time were spotted having the audacity to sit too close in a movie theater leading to the investigation that had lead to the outcome. Seemed Nick and his team weren’t the only victims of bullshit discharges.

Steve lived above the bar, and after closing he’d invited Nick up for a ‘night cap’. That night turned into a twice a month thing and Steve taught Nick how to open him correctly, how to find and massage that special spot, and how to fuck another man properly without always needing to be in the doggie style position. It took Nick another year before he gave in and asked for a demonstration from the teacher. It hurt a little at first, but Nick had to admit he enjoyed the catching end just as much as he liked to pitch. He didn’t do it often though, he couldn’t quite get past the idiotic notion that bottoming was somehow giving up your masculinity, becoming the woman, as it were. He knew it was dumb, he didn’t think any less of Steve when he received, he didn’t think less of any man that bottomed, yet when it was him…well he had a hard time getting past that hang up.

So he and Steve were fuck buddies for a good four of five years. He liked the guy enough, but the feelings didn’t really run very deep on either of their parts and they were both good with that. Things came to a halt about two years ago though when Steve met Adam, yes really, and fell in love and into a monogamous relationship. Nick was happy for him, truly, although he did miss having a male sex partner, he didn’t necessarily miss Steve himself. They still called or text every now and then, Nick always turning down the invitation to Adam and Steve’s annual July fourth bash. They were happy, and that was good, but Nick couldn’t bring himself to admit that what they had was what he wanted. Guys were ok to fuck, but settle down with? Absurd. Though lately, or really for quite a while now, Nick was recognizing things about himself that he never really wanted to face. His time in Baltimore with Ty and Zane started to open a window that had been cracked a few months ago, and these last few days with Deuce? Well, he’d been pretty much dragged out into the light.

So yeah, it’d been a good while since Nick had been with a man with exception of his weekend visit to Malibu Mike’s last month, but Mike was strictly a bottom and that had suited Nick just fine in that situation. Now though? Now he wanted Deuce so much he was beginning to ache. He wanted D to fuck him, to be inside of him, and he sort of liked the idea of being the teacher this time around. He’d let D top for the rest of his life, not that he didn’t crave the switch up, but if that’s all that Deuce would ever be comfortable doing? Nick could totally live with that. Strange how one man, the right man, could literally change everything.

Nick placed a soft kiss on Deuce’s cheek than another on his neck and finally stopped at D’s ear.

“Let’s go downstairs,” he whispered, “I want you inside of me so fucking bad.”

Deuce’s breath caught in his throat at Nick’s words, his body catching up and reacting faster than his brain did as all of his blood rushed to his cock. Oh. Oh yeah, his body liked that idea. But his brain? It was racing about a million miles an hour as Nick turned in his lap, straddling him as their lips met in a fierce kiss, Deuce’s hands moving up to cup Nick’s ass as he pulled him closer, arching his hips up to grind their cocks together though their jeans.

Shit. I can’t do this. I don’t know what I’m doing when it comes to sex with a man. I can’t fucking do this!

It was as if Nick could sense his hesitation as the other man pulled away slightly, looking down into Deuce’s eyes, the desire evident in his face. “D…”

Deuce groaned at the pleading tone in Nick’s voice, shoving that little voice to the back of his mind as he leaned up to kiss Nick again. “Can’t go downstairs if you’re sitting on me, now can we?” he teased with a smile as he gave Nick a gentle nudge to his feet.

Nick scrambled to his feet, laughing as he smiled down at Deuce, not even thinking about it as he held his hand out to help the younger man up, glad that the hand was met with a thankful smile instead of Deuce brushing it off.

“I realized about two seconds after I sat down that I was going to need help getting up. Was just waiting for the right time to get a lift!” Deuce couldn’t keep the smile off of his face as he reached up and grabbed Nick’s hand, pulling himself to his feet with Nick’s help, immediately pulling him into a kiss once they were both vertical. Deuce pressed Nick against the wall, sliding his hands under his shirt, his fingers grazing over his muscled stomach as he felt Nick’s hands move down to his ass.

“Bedroom…?” Nick asked, repeating the same words from the previous night, grinding up against Deuce in an attempt to get him moving. It’s not that the making out wasn’t nice, but if they didn’t get naked soon they were both going to completely explode, and not in the good way.

Deuce nodded as he leaned in for one more kiss, squeezing Nick’s hand as he led him downstairs and into the master cabin, their clothes starting to fall the moment they passed the threshold as they made their way toward the bed.

“Hey…” Nick gave Deuce a quick wink as he reached into the drawer of the table by the bed, pressing the bottle of lube and a condom into his hand. “I know you haven’t used them in a while, but….”

There was a quick nod as Deuce took the offered items from his lover, giving him a smile. “Not a problem…” There was a brief silence as their hands moved over one another’s bodies before Deuce made a soft confession: “I have no idea what I’m doing…”

“You’re over-thinking things, it’s only sex. Just relax, use lots of lube and take it one finger at a time…” Nick kissed him before leaning over the bed, looking over his shoulder at Deuce. “Now, fuck me, D.”

One finger at a time. Right. He could do this. Deuce’s breath caught in his throat as he looked over at where Nick was bent over the bed, his ass presented to him like the best fucking present that Deuce had ever seen.

He took a steadying breath as he laid the condom on the bed, popping the top on the lube as he ran a hand over Nick’s ass, trailing a finger down the smooth skin, his hand dipping lower to caress and fondle his balls, unable to stop himself from smirking at the moans that Nick was already making from just his hesitant touches.  The moans and slight shudders that were coming from the other man gave him that little push over the edge to slide his slick index finger over Nick’s entrance, running it over the tight opening a few times before taking a breath and slowly sliding it inside.

Deuce watched Nick carefully as he moved his finger in and out a few times before adding another one when Nick instructed him to, his own body tensing at the feel of Nick clenching around his fingers. “Shit, Nicky…” he groaned as he watched his fingers disappearing in and out of Nick’s ass, pressing deeper at Nick’s urging, cocking his head slightly when Nick’s fingers dug into the sheets as Deuce’s fingers brushed against a walnut sized bump.

“Fuck, D…right there baby.” Nick panted and Deuce stroked the spot again. Nick arched and moaned as he twisted the sheets in his hand, “Ok…fuck…enough with the fingers. Need your fucking cock.”

“God, yes…” Deuce’s hands were shaking when he reached for the condom, taking a deep breath to steady himself as he ripped the foil package open, taking a few moments to adjust the condom before rolling it onto his cock.

“Had to remember how these things work…” he laughed as he leaned over and kissed between Nick’s shoulder blades, feeling his lover chuckling beneath him. “Oh you’re going to laugh at the one that’s about to fuck you?”

Those words sent them both into soft chuckles as Deuce leaned over and kissed Nick when he turned his head back to look at him. “Mmm… come on D, you’re just fucking teasing me now.”

“Teasing comes later… but for now…” Deuce shifted slightly, placing his hands on Nick’s hips, pressing his cock against his entrance, slowly starting to push into him, a low moan leaving his lips at the feel of the tight heat that was surrounding him; unable to bring himself to stop until he was completely inside of Nick, his fingers tightly digging into his hips. “Shit, Nick…” He found himself unable to form the proper words to express how it felt to feel Nick surrounding him. Squeezing him. He was so tight, tighter than…

“Move… Deuce, fucking move, please…”

The sound of Nick’s moans and the sound of the desperation in his voice caused something to snap inside of Deuce, pulling almost completely out of Nick before thrusting back in harder, both of them moaning in unison at the sensations. The need for words between them disappeared as the room was filled with the sound of their moans and their bodies slapping together, a cry of pleasure falling from Nick’s lips when Deuce found the right angle and started moving against his sweet spot with every thrust.

Deuce noticed the change in Nick’s grunts, starting to move faster, moaning when he realized that Nick was jerking himself in time with his thrusts, both of them sounding more and more desperate for release as the minutes ticked by.

“Fuck, Nick…!” Deuce didn’t even try to stop his orgasm as it ripped through him, Nick’s name on his lips as he pumped harder, drawing out his orgasm as he moved a hand up to wrap around Nick’s cock, stroking him toward his own release. The sight and sound of Nick’s orgasm had to be one of the most beautiful things that Deuce had ever seen, his hand not leaving Nick’s cock until Nick was trembling beneath him. Deuce carefully pulled out and discarded the condom as Nick collapsing onto the bed and rolling to his back to look up at Deuce.

“God, Nick, that was… intense.” Deuce was using the bed to hold himself up on one arm, when he starting to put his other hand down on the bed he paused when he noticed the bit of Nick’s come that was stuck to his fingers. He met Nick’s eye, smirking slightly, not really believing himself what he was about to do, he brought his fingers to his lips and licked his thumb and index finger clean.

The next thing he knew, he was being jerked down on the bed with Nick kissing him senseless.

“Mmm, did someone like that?” Deuce laughed as they broke the kiss, trailing his fingers down Nick’s chest, both of them bursting into laughter when their stomachs chimed in with growls of their own.

“Weren’t you making dinner?” Deuce grinned as he looked over at Nick, his hands still touching every bit of skin that he could reach.

“I suppose you deserve to be feed after the services you just provided.” Nick laughed. “I’m sure it beats your hourly fee.” And fuck, not only was the sex incredible, but the sight of D licking his fingers clean of Nick’s come was the hottest thing Nick had ever seen.

“You can ask Ty about that one,” D smiled at him, “and Zane doesn’t even get the aggressive therapy.”

“He better not.” Nick rolled onto his side and hooked a leg over Deuce’s hip, “I hope I’m the only one receiving this special treatment.”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Nick realized his mistake. He wasn’t the only one, was he? The only man, obviously, but Deuce had a girl back home and Nick was well aware that they weren’t exactly celibate. Deuce looked down a moment, a small smile still lingering on his lips and Nick could have kicked himself because he knew D’s mind went to the same place Nick’s just did. Nick wanted to apologize, but decided against it and leaned forward to kiss the thought away from Deuce instead.

After a minute Nick pulled back and they smiled at each other, “Wasn’t I supposed to be getting up to go cook dinner?”

Deuce hummed his assent, “Guess you got distracted.”

“Well,” Nick raised a brow, “You’re very distracting Dr. Grady.”

“And I could say the same about you, Officer O’Flaherty.” Deuce smirked and Nick’s spent cock tried its damnedest to perk up as an image of naughty doctor and bad cop role play flashed through Nick’s mind.

“We better get up now or we may never leave this bed.” Nick said as he unwrapped himself from Deuce.

“Good idea.” Deuce laughed as he pushed up into a sitting position, “Besides, I really want to taste the fish I caught.”

“We caught.” Nick corrected as he stood up and shifted a little at the slight discomfort from getting fucked for the first time in a long while caused. Worth it. So God damned worth it. Nick didn’t remember how good it was, or maybe it had just better with Deuce. Wouldn’t surprise him really, everything was better with D wasn’t it?

“Debatable,” Deuce shrugged as he got to his feet, “I mean, twice the amount of meat came from this West Virginian boy compared to the big New England fisherman.”

“Oh, here we go again.” Nick rolled his eyes at the playful banter as he headed to the bathroom to fetch them damp towels. “Am I ever going to hear the end of this?”

Deuce pursed his lips, “Probably not.”

“One fish, one,” Nick reiterated, holding up his index finger as he handed Deuce his towel, “And it was beginners luck.”

“Beginner my ass,” D said as he cleaned himself off then slam dunked the towel into the hamper, “I’ve been fishing since I was in diapers.”

“What, in some back water creek?” Nick teased as he pulled on his jeans, “These are real men waters up here, son. You don’t know anything about the Atlantic Ocean.”

“Oh, but apparently I do,” Deuce smiled as they finished dressing and he came over to wrap his arms around Nick, “I caught more fish than you.”

“One!” Nick repeated, but couldn’t help smiling as he hugged D back, “And mine was bigger.”

“No it wasn’t.” D said as he gave Nick a kiss.

“Ok, it wasn’t,” Nick conceded as he kissed Deuce back.

*

As Nick shredded the Cheddar and Colby Jack while he boiled the pasta, Deuce prepared a salad with the remaining greens and vegetables from the other night. Nick couldn’t help but reflect how different this cooking experience was compared to that incident. Man, all Nick wanted to do then was touch, and kiss, now he was able to do freely just that. And he did so often. They both did; Deuce coming over to feed Nick a carrot, than stealing a kiss while Nick was still chewing, Nick pressing up behind Deuce to teasingly inspect if he was cutting correctly while copping a feel and pressing a kiss to D’s neck in the process. All the while, as they prepared, as Nick layered the cheeses with the cooked noodles and milk and popped it in the oven, as they sat to eat their salad while the macaroni and cheese baked, as Nick breaded then fried the fish, and as they ate their main course, the conversation came easily and the physical proximity felt comfortable and right.

After dinner they cleaned up together, Deuce washing as Nick dried and D told Nick stories about growing up in the mountains and how much he loved it. He said even though he enjoyed living in the city he saw himself retiring down there where the air was clean and he’d be surrounded by the tall trees. Nick smiled as he listened and had an irrational vision of them being up there together, grown old and grey as they sat in a swing on their front porch, still not being able to keep their hands off of each other. He had to blink it away as he cleared his throat, it’d most likely be Livi up there with Deuce, encircled by their kids and grandkids while Nick would probably still be living here on this boat in South Boston, hopefully not alone.

After they were done in the kitchen they went into the salon to watch TV and Nick noticed Deuce shiver.

“You cold?” Nick asked.

“A little,” Deuce shrugged.

“Well,” Nick smiled as he grabbed his Boston Red Sox Snuggie off of the arm of the couch, “We have this.”

Deuce raised his eyebrows, “I am not wearing that thing.”

“Come on,” Nick held it out to him, “You put it on and lie on top of me so that we’ll both be warm. It gets awful chilly up here at night.”

Deuce eyed the offering with on offended glare, “The only way that is happening is if we’re both naked.”

“That can be arranged.” Nick wiggled his eyebrows, “Besides, skin to skin contact is better for warmth.”

“I did hear that,” Deuce smiled as he reluctantly took the Snuggie, “But,” D held up a finger, “No fooling around. I’m entirely too full at the moment.” He rubbed his belly, “That mac and cheese was delicious Nicky but its sitting like a lead weight.”

“No one told you to eat seconds,” Nick chided as he began to undress.

“No,” Deuce tossed the blanket onto the couch as he started to remove his clothes as well, “You told me to eat thirds.”

“That was earlier,” Nick smiled as he fluffed up the throw pillows and settled his back against them, stretching out his legs, “And I promised to work the calories off of you, and I will, after we digest.”

“After we digest,” Deuce confirmed before letting out a long suffering sigh as he made a production of slipping his arms into the sleeves of the Snuggie before scooting in between Nick’s legs and settling down with the back of his head against Nick’s chest, fanning the blanket out over them.

“Comfy?” Nick asked as he ran his fingers through Deuce’s hair for a change.

“I guess,” D answered, but Nick could hear the smile in his voice.

“Good,” Nick grinned as he kissed the top of Deuce’s head and flipped on the TV.

By the time Bad Boys 2 was almost over, Nick had slid down some and D had moved up and was starting to turn his head every few minutes for a kiss. Just when Nick was about to suggest they finish the movie downstairs Deuce’s phone rang. Nick tried to convince him to let it go to voicemail but D insisted it was important he answer no matter who it was. Nick tensed for a moment, afraid it would be Deuce’s girl and it would pop their little bubble, but was actually relieved to find out it was Ty, and then Zane. Nick had a small pang of guilt at keeping this from his best friend, but there was no need to tell him just yet, maybe never if nothing were to come of this week. Why concern Ty for no reason if this was all they’d ever have? He couldn’t blame Ty if he were to be concerned for his brother; Nick hadn’t shown Ty he was capable of fidelity or any kind of long term commitment, besides the fact that Ty considered Deuce to be straight. Later, if Deuce decided he wanted something more, if they started to build some sort of real relationship, than they could tell Ty, and Zane, what was going on between them.

After Deuce was finally done with his phone call he carefully slipped his arms out of the Snuggie sleeves and slowly turned over so that they were face to face and began to kiss Nick languidly. Nick, of course, went with it for a few minutes before asking against D’s lips, “Belly empty?”

“Almost,” Deuce answered with a small smile before giving Nick another lingering kiss than rested his head on Nick’s chest with a sigh as his fingers played over Nick’s skin. “This is cozy.”

Nick hummed his agreement, one arm behind his head, and the other wrapped around D while his hand rubbed Deuce’s back.

They lie silently for a moment, the TV playing in the background until Nick said, “You know, when you went to dinner with that guy last weekend?”

“Preston?” Deuce asked, as he turned his head so that his chin was resting on Nick and his eyes were peering up at him.

“Yeah, I…” Nick wasn’t even sure why he’d brought it up, he and Deuce had said their peace about it, but Nick just felt the need to clarify. “You know I wasn’t just worried about you. I was jealous as hell.”

Deuce let out a soft laugh, “Jealous?” He picked his head up and tilted it to the side as he looked down at Nick, “You had absolutely no reason to be.”

“I know, I just…when he said he was going to Philly I flipped a switch, and then when you accepted his dinner invite?” Nick sighed, “Fuck D, I was seeing red.”

“I explained why—“

“No, no, I know baby. I’m not trying to make you feel bad. I just…man, I never felt so...it…” Nick smiled and shook his head, it had scared him actually. The intensity of the emotions he had felt at the thought of D with another guy. It was more crushing then the little envy he felt for D’s girl and Nick wasn’t sure why, not that it mattered. He decided to just change the topic, “Remember when we went to dinner the weekend before with Sidewinder and Zane?”

“Of course I do,” Deuce smiled, “I’ll be paying that card off for months!” he teased.

“When we got to the restaurant, you guys were already there and…” Nick looked down as he felt his cheeks flush. Why did he feel the need for all of these confessions?

Deuce put gentle fingers to his cheek, “You’re blushing.” He said with a smile in his voice.

“God, I can’t wait until summer so I can get some color and then it won’t be as noticeable.”

“No,” D nudged Nick’s cheek so that Nick was looking at him, “It’s kinda cute.”

“Don’t tease.” Nick smirked.

“I’m not,” D smiled back, “Tell me why you’re blushing.”

Nick looked down again, unable to admit this while looking in Deuce’s eyes, “When I saw you, you…took my breath away. I totally maneuvered around Kelly so I’d get the seat next to you.” He laughed and D laughed too.

“Really?” Deuce asked playfully, “Well, I’m glad you did.”

“Me too,” Nick looked at D and felt his cheeks get hotter at the admission and the memory, “When I sat down, I felt so…nervous. I don’t know…you just…and damn you smelled so fucking good too.”

“I’ve told you, expensive cologne.” Deuce’s smile was warm as he looked back at Nick, and Nick felt his chest contract with the sense it gave him.

“Nah, it was all you. Just like now…God I love the way you smell, the way you taste…” Nick licked his lips.

“You make me sound like a meal,” Deuce said, but his smile stayed affectionate.

Nick gave him a wink, “You are mighty delicious.”

Deuce laughed, then reached up to run his fingers through Nick’s hair, “You looked pretty good yourself that night.”

“Yeah?” Nick raised his brows in surprise.

“Mmmhmm.” D nodded, “I felt a …spark there. “ He laughed a little, “It freaked me out a bit, but I think I realized then that I might have developed a little crush in you.”

“Just a little one?” Nick couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. It was a relief to know that all of this time, well at least the past few weeks anyway, the feelings weren’t just one sided.

Deuce shrugged with a leer.

“You like me.” Nick sing-songed, as he tickled Deuce’s ribs causing D to squirm and laugh before he batted Nick’s hand away.

“Shut up.” Deuce said as he looked down at Nick and they smiled at each other for a moment before D dipped his head down and began to kiss Nick thoroughly once again.

They alternated between delving deep and tender kisses, their mouths parting only to explore a throat or an ear with tongue and lips before returning to each other. While they kissed their hands only exploring from the waist up, a relatively PG-13 make out session if it wasn’t for the fact that they were naked and their hard cocks would slide together every now and then if they shifted or moved a certain way. They continued on like this for what must have been an hour until they were both sweaty and needy and starting to grind together intentionally. They could have gone on like this, adding a bit more friction or a hand until they came, but Nick had a deep desire to be fucked again. Earlier had been…incredible, and Deuce awakened a sleeping dragon that Nick wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to quell again.

“D…” Nick said as Deuce glided his tongue down Nick’s neck.

“Hmm?” D asked as he bit down softly then kissed the abused skin.

“Let’s go downstairs.” Nick continued.

“Mmmm,” Deuce flexed his hips forward, his cock sliding deliberately along Nick’s own, “I like it here.”

“I know but…” Nick breathed, debating on his decision. No, he really wanted to follow thru with his original need. “Condoms are downstairs and I really want you to fuck me again.”

Deuce pulled back to look down at Nick, “Yeah? You sure?”

“Fucking positive.” Nick smiled

“Ok,” D smiled back at him. “You don’t have to ask me twice.” He pushed off of Nick’s chest and angled his way up, tossing the blanket to the side. “Let’s go.”

Nick got up to follow D and melded his front to Deuce’s back, wrapping his arms around him as he stole kisses across Deuce’s shoulders and neck as they clumsily made their way through the boat and down the stairs. As they entered the Master cabin, Nick flicked on one bed side lamp and crawled to the middle of the bed before turning on his back.

“Just wrap it up,” He said as he opened his legs and pulled his knees back with his hands, “I don’t need prep.”

“Are you sure?” D asked, his hand already in the nightstand drawer.

“Yeah, positive.” Nick answered with a smirk, “Just lots of lube.”

Deuce nodded and did as Nick said, rolling on a condom and greasing up his dick liberally before climbing up and kneeling between Nick’s spread legs. Deuce positioned his cock and pushed forward slowly, his eyes cast down as he watched himself enter Nick. Nick had a moment of envy, wishing he could see, before he closed his eyes and rested his head back as his entire body broke out in goose bumps with that minor pain, mostly pleasure feeling of being stretched.

When D began to move, and Nick’s body relaxed to completely accommodate Deuce’s size, Nick let go of his legs and rested them on D’s shoulders so he could grip and stroke his own dick and balls. Fuck that felt good, it all felt so God damned good, and Deuce was already a pro at making sure his head hit Nick’s prostate with each thrust.

“Oh yeah, Deacon…that feels sooo good.” D’s given name had just slipped out of Nick’s mouth, he never called him that, but it felt right on Nick’s lips and he liked it. D’s eyes flashed when he looked at Nick, and Nick got the impression the Deacon approved it as well.

“Yeah?...you like that?” D asked, as he licked his lips.

“Fuck yeah…”Nick panted, “So good…fuck me harder.”

“Harder?” but D didn’t wait for a reply as he scooted on his knees closer and gripped Nick’s thighs as he started to pound out a faster rhythm. “…that what you want?”

“Fuck…yeah.” Nick panted. “God, Deacon…”

“Jesus, you feel so….fucking….incredible Nicky.” D grunted with each thrust as their bodies crashed together. He readjusted his grip on Nick’s thighs to keep him in place, his hands losing purchase on the sweaty skin. Nick’s entire body was shaking with the intensity of the sensation. He didn’t think he’d ever felt anything so fucking mind blowing in his life. D was banging against his sweet spot with each hard pump causing involuntary guttural sounds to come out of Nick that Nick had never heard himself make before.

Nick pumped his cock with the same intensity of Deacon’s thrusts and suddenly his whole body tensed as an earthquake of an orgasm rocked through him. “Fuuuuck” he ground out as warm come hit him on the side if his face, than his neck, chest and abdomen. Jesus, he shouldn’t be coming this much after already having sex twice today, yet there it was and it didn’t seem to want to stop. Nick was vaguely aware of Deacon shouting out his name as he had an orgasm of his own.

Finally Nick’s body was drained, and as Deacon lowered Nick’s legs to collapse on top of him, Nick just let them splay open unable to move; not even to bring his arms around D. They lay like that, sweaty and panting but otherwise immobile, and Nick closed his eyes to float in that blissful state between dream land and the sated physical world.

Finally, Deacon pealed himself off of Nick and the bed jostle as he got up. Nick heard D pad to the bathroom, heard water running then shut off, but all the while he was unable to move a muscle. He didn’t think he’d ever come so hard in his life and his body was definitely enjoying the high it caused.

The bed jostled again, and a warm damp cloth wiped gently along Nick’s face, neck and chest then stomach and dick.

“Jesus, Nicky,” Deacon chuckled, “You made a mess.”

“Your…” Nick mumbled. “fault.”

Deacon hummed his assent and Nick heard the thump of wet towel landing in the hamper.

“Come on, you’re taking up the whole bed,” D rolled Nick onto his side, and Nick allowed his boneless body to be manhandled, “Your turn to be the little spoon. You wore me out too ya know.”

“Mmmm,” was all Nick could manage. He felt a waft of cool breeze as the blankets settled down around them and Deacon wrapped his arm around Nick as he fitted their bodies together.

Deacon pressed a small kiss at Nick’s sweaty temple than nuzzled his nose into the back of Nick’s hair, “Mmmm, ‘night Nicky,” he uttered, “sleep good. No nightmares tonight, yeah?”

No, no nightmares tonight. Nick wanted to reassure Deacon that he had for sure fucked any bad dreams out of Nick. He wanted to say good night and tell D to sleep good as well, but his mouth just wouldn’t cooperate. That was the last thought he had before he switched off like a light.