Deuce Does Boston Day Five

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

 TUESDAY

Nick woke slowly, the back of his eyelids turning a bright orange from the sunlight streaming in through the frosted glass of the window. He’d slept through another night without waking. Shit he hadn’t had a nightmare in at least three nights. He wasn’t oblivious as to why. There was only one reason. He slowly opened his eyes as his heart did a little jig…Deacon.

He stretched languidly, his body feeling light and free as if he’d just done a jump and were floating on air. Nick rolled over towards that reason until he landed half on top of him. He let his leg fall between D’s opened ones, liking the feel of Deacon’s soft cock against his pelvis and gently ground his own more interested dick against D’s hip. Deuce was lying on his back, his head turned slightly to the side facing away from Nick. His full lips looked soft and pliable from either sleep or all of the kissing they’d done the night before. D’s dark hair was sex rumpled, his long black lashes fanned out over his cheeks and his brow slightly furrowed with a look of pain. Nick hoped it wasn’t from something they’d done last night, though being Nick was the one who’d gotten fucked the chances were doubtful, so it had to be that damn bad leg of his. Nick would gladly give up both of his good legs if it meant D could get back his one.

Nick took a moment to deem again how insane it was that in such a short time he would do almost anything for this man. He’d fucking bury anyone if they so much as looked at Deacon wrong, and he would give up everything he owned if it made D happy; if he could keep that gorgeous smile from ever leaving Deacon’s face again for the rest of his life.

Nick brushed his lips over the dark stubble along D’s jaw, loving the way his own bearded growth felt with the contact.  D’s eyelids fluttered but stayed closed. Nick smiled as he placed soft kisses along Deuce’s cheek and exposed neck. He stopped at D’s earlobe, sucking it into his mouth briefly before whispering into D’s ear, “Deacon.”

D made a little sound of assent in the back of his throat but otherwise didn’t stir. Nick slid his hand down Deacon’s chest and along his taut stomach thru a thin line of hair below the belly button, grazing the present that it lead to with his fingertips.

“Deacon,” he repeated, a little louder this time, kissing his throat and the junction where it reached his chest as Nick flexed his hips forward giving his own cock some needed friction against D.

Deacon’s hand came up from behind and gently trailed down Nick’s spine, “Whadda you want?” he teased, his voice sexy with early morning gravel. His West Virginian accent was heavier when he was tired, or had been drinking, or during sex, and it fucking drove Nick wild. Needless to say he’d been hearing it a lot these last few days.

“Just you.” Nick smiled; making his was down D’s chest with tongue and lips, stopping to take in a nipple. First kissing it, then sucking and nipping. “Always you Deacon.”

Deacon hissed and arched up into Nick’s mouth. Nick had found out how sensitive D’s nipples were that first night and planned on taking full advantage of that knowledge as often as possible. He chuckled as he made his way across Deacon’s chest until he reached the other bud to repeat the action. He then made his way down D’s hard abs. all the while lightly brushing D’s balls and cock softly with his hand, loving the response he received from the latter as it started to grow.

Deuce made a soft noise of sleepy contentment as his body started to wake up and pay attention to the fact that he was being mercilessly teased after his early morning wake up. Not that he minded. Nick had been driving him completely crazy the past couple days and God but it was an absolutely wonderful kind of crazy that he could get used to waking up to everyday. He knew it was foolish and that it had only been a few days, but he was falling hard and fast and his head was spinning so much when it came to the man that was making his way down Deuce's body. He'd never felt this strongly this quickly before. And while the idea terrified him, it also excited him in a way that he'd never felt before. He watched Nick closely as his cock started to stand up and pay attention as one of his hands moved down his spine, squeezing his lover’s ass. Oh yeah, this he could get used to.

 Nick glanced up briefly, Deacon’s eye’s were half open, a hint of hazel peering down at him. Nick wiggled his eyebrows as he continued lower, burying his nose in the silken hairs at D’s groin and inhaled. God he smelled so fucking good. Like sex and clean sweat and manly musk and that sent that was purely Deacon. His Deacon. His reason. His everything in this moment.

Deacon hummed his approval, pushing up gently against Nick’s face, those beautiful long fingers stroking Nick’s curls. They seemed to gravitate there, and Nick fucking loved it. He continued to tease one of D’s nipples with his right hand while gently lifting Deacon’s now fully erect cock with his left. He flattened his tongue and took a long swipe from base to tip, lingering there to first lick under the rim of the broad head then flicking his tongue over the slit to capture the precome already forming there.

“Fuck,” Deacon uttered, his hips slowly undulating under the attention.

Nick opened his mouth wide to accommodate the girth as he slid it down the shaft as far as he could go. He sucked hard as he pulled slowly back up, repeating the motion several times as he willed his throat to relax, taking more of Deacon’s length in each time. When he felt D’s cock nudge the back of his throat he swallowed and Deacon’s grip in his hair tightened as he moaned.

 “Fuck. Nicky.” Deacon panted, “I’m gonna come.” It was entirely too early in the day for his body to even think about stamina especially with how fucking amazing Nick was with his mouth. He had already learned how to push him over the edge in just a few minutes.

Nick pulled off of D’s cock with a pop, “Not yet.”  He said, not even reacting when Deuce whined in protest at the loss of contact with his lover’s mouth.

Keeping a firm grip at the base of Deacon’s dick, Nick first kissed along the junction at the top of Deacon’s thigh then ducked down to lick his balls. He took one into his mouth, rolling it around like he was savoring a piece of hard candy, than did the same to the other one.

 He released Deacon’s cock and slowly made his way down D’s thigh, brushing his nose and lips over the warm skin, stopping to give the occasional kiss. As Nick moved down, the blankets came with him, slowly revealing Deacon’s lean body. He had a swimmer’s build, long strong muscles; so beautiful. So utterly perfect. 

When Nick reached the first of Deacon’s scars, D jerked and tried to pull away. Nick laid one gentle hand on Deacon’s thigh to hold him in place, wishing he could sooth Deacon’s physical pain the way D seemed to sooth Nick’s mental ones. Keeping his steadying hand in place, he used his other to trace rough, calloused fingers over the jagged skin. Deacon jerked again.

 “Nick. Don’t.” What was he doing?! He had been so caught up in the feel of Nick’s lips and tongue on his body that he hadn't even realized that Nick was uncovering his bad leg in the process. His body felt on edge at the light touches, ready to bolt out of the bed as soon as Nick gave him an opportunity.

“Why,” Nick looked up at him, “does it hurt?”

“No,” Deuce’s head had lifted off of the pillow and he shook it as he peered down at Nick.

“Then why?”

“Just…” Deuce laid his head back down, “Don’t.”

“That’s not a good enough reason.”

“Because they’re ugly, ok.” There, he said it, now maybe Nick would just drop it and get away from the part of Deuce's body that he loathed above all other. His leg wasn't something he wanted people to see on a daily basis, but especially not when he was naked and in bed with someone.

“No,” Nick shook his head as he furrowed his brow, “Nothing could be ugly on you Deacon.”

Deuce huffed and lifted his head to look at Nick again, “Don’t patronize me.”

“I’m not,” Nick shook his head, “Never. You’re fucking perfect.”

"If I'm so fucking perfect, then why does anyone I bring to the bedroom shy away from the scars? People see them and recoil until I cover my leg and the scars are hidden. Out of sight, out of mind, but it never stops the look of pity from crossing their faces... tell me again that I'm fucking perfect without lying to my face!" Deuce didn't have many insecurities in life, but when it came to his leg and the scars from the accident and the accompanying surgeries over the years, it was hard to just not hide it all the time and refuse to let anyone see it.

“Deacon,” Nick held his gaze, his green eyes serious. “You’re perfect. So God damn fucking perfect.” Nick placed his lips against the scar again and Deuce jerked, but not as vehemently, “Stop,” Nick said, his lips brushing the skin as he talked. “Let me…”

Deuce's fingers gripped the sheets tightly, trying to get away from Nick's firm but gentle grip on his bad leg, looking down at the face that was looking up at him with what Deuce could only think of as a trust me expression. He took a shaky breath as he let his head fall back against the pillows, trying to will himself to relax as he felt Nick’s lips and tongue on a part of his body that had never been touched by a lover before. One of his hands moved from where it was in the sheets down to touch Nick, his fingers tangling in the curls, just needing to feel that bit of contact between the two of them.

"Shit..." he groaned softly as Nick's teeth scraped over one of the thicker scars on his leg, his flagging erection suddenly standing up to take notice of this new sensations that were running through his body. "Oh god, Nick that feels..." Deuce had no idea that the scars were that sensitive and the fact that he had been missing out on feeling this for so long... or maybe it wasn't the scars, maybe it was the gorgeous man between his legs that was the reason his entire body was on edge.

"Nicky, please..." he moaned as he wrapped his hand around his cock, arching his hips as he stroked himself, needing something to take the edge off of his impending orgasm.

"No! Not yet." Nick lightly smacked Deuce's hand away as he moved back up his body, grinding their cocks together as he turned his attention back to Deuce's nipples, sucking and nipping as he kept up that delicious friction between their cocks as Deuce moaned and writhed beneath him.

"Fuck, Nick, I'm gonna..." that was the only warning either of them got as Deuce's body took matters into its own hands. His orgasm crashing over him as he tugged on Nick's hair, moaning as he let the pleasure completely over take him, his hands trembling as they finally came to rest on Nicks shoulders, his body buzzing in the post-orgasm haze. "Mmm... good morning," he murmured softly as he pulled Nick into a good morning kiss, their bodies still pressed together as Deuce pulled him closer.

Nick chuckled softly as he returned the kiss, his hands moving up to rest on either side of Deuce's shoulders, bracing himself on his arms as he kissed him again, his erection still pressing against his partners stomach. "Good morning to you too, sexy." A slightly cocky grin crossed his face as he looked down at Deuce. "Didn't say you could do that yet, did I?"

"You'll survive, promise." Deuce lifted his head, sliding his arms around Nick's neck as he pulled him into a heated kiss, an image flashing through his head as he kissed him, a low moan leaving his lips as he pulled his legs up, arching up against Nick to get his attention as he broke the kiss.

"God, fuck me, Nick."

 Nick blinked down at Deacon, unsure if he’d heard him right. “Are…are you sure?”

“Yes,” Deacon breathed, his eyes boring into Nick’s, “I want to know that it feels like to have you inside of me.”

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck yeah. Nick almost came from the words alone. He wanted to do that, to know what it felt like to be inside of Deacon.

Nick nodded, “I’ll go slow, ok?”

“You better,” Deuce quirked a teasing smile. Nick gave him one more kiss before practically leaping to the side table and grabbing the lube and condoms they had left out.

He pulled out a condom and tossed it on the bed, then squirted a generous amount of lube on his fingers before rubbing them together. He lay back down next to Deacon and began to kiss him as skillfully as he could to keep him relaxed. He slid the palm of his hand over D’s cock, and then squeezed his balls lightly. D opened his legs wider, bending up one knee and spaying it to the side. Nick slipped his finger down the soft skin behind Deacon’s balls and continued on until he felt the hard knot of his opening.  Nick massaged it, lightly at first then pressing a bit harder in slow small circles.

Deacon let out a small moan from the back of his throat as he lifted his hips slightly off the mattress. Nick tapped his finger a few times, than rubbed again before slowly inserting the tip of his middle finger to the first knuckle.  D seemed okay, he didn’t tense up, so Nick pushed father in to the second joint, pulled out slowly and pushed back in until his finger was all the way in. Deacon made a small sound and gripped slightly at Nick’s shoulder.  Nick broke the kiss to lick and suck his way down D’s neck as he slowly finger fucked him. When D started to pump his hips with the motion Nick looked at his face.

“I’m gonna add another. Okay?”

“Yeah,” Deacon breathed as he nodded.

Nick sat up on his knees and added more lube to his fingers. It probably wasn’t necessary, but there was no way he was taking any chances of hurting Deacon. He remained kneeling there and watched as D opened his legs even wider, pulling his bad leg up and back now too. God, Nick had never seen anything so sexy as this fucking incredible man displaying himself for him; opening himself to Nick as invitation, asking Nick to be inside, trusting him. Nick swallowed hard as he leaned forward and slowly pushed his middle and index finger inside of Deacon, first watching them disappear and then gauging D’s breathing and facial expression. D furrowed his brow and squeezed his eyelids closed as he took in slow deep breaths. Nick stilled his hand and waited for Deacon’s body to relax around the intrusion. A few seconds later and D’s face smoothed out, the muscles no longer clenching but fluttering around Nick’s fingers, so he began to scissor them slowly. As the outer ring of muscle became pliable, Nick twisted his hand and curled his fingers, searching for that sensitive spot he knew would cause D’s softened cock to stand up and take notice. When he found that walnut sized bundle of nerves Nick brushed his fingers over it gently. Deuce jumped and looked down at him.

“Wow…what the…”

Nick smiled at him as he did it again and watched D’s cock start to fill just like he’d hoped it would.

“Feels good, yeah?” he asked with a cocked eyebrow, continuing to rub at Deacon’s prostate.

“Fuck yeah. Sweet spot…?” Deacon began to roll his hips slowly with the attention. Nick smiled and reached for Deacon’s cock to stroke it. 

“Come on Nicky,” Deacon panted, “I’m ready.” Nick nodded and slid his fingers out slowly then reached for the condom.

 “Turn over and kneel and bring your chest down to the bed,” Nick told him, “It’s easier from behind the first time.”

As D complied, Nick ripped the foil wrapper with his teeth. His fingers were shaking so badly it took him four times to get the condom on the right way. He kneeled behind Deacon and slid his fingers in a few more times before positioning his cock at D’s opening. He stroked a hand down Deacon’s spine as he slowly nudged his cock inside. He stopped when just the head popped in and rocked, allowing Deacon’s body to adjust as he continued to caress D’s back, ass and thigh with his hand.

When Deacon’s breathing started to even out and his body seemed more pliant Nick pushed in a bit farther. He kept this up, slowly pushing his dick in inch by inch into that tight heat until he was fully imbedded inside.  He curved over Deacon and pressed a kiss at the center of his back.

“Jesus Christ Deacon you feel incredible” Nick panted, his body shaking with the need to thrust. “You doin' ok?”

Deacon’s head was hanging down, but he gave a nod, “Yeah. Good.”

“Leg?”

“Good Nick.”  Deacon puffed, “Just fuck me already. Please.”

Please.  Fuck. Nick gripped Deacon’s hips and leisurely pulled back until he was almost out, then pushed just as carefully back inside as they both groaned in unison. Holy hell that felt fantastic. Nick gave a few more slow strokes, watching as his cock disappeared then reappeared from Deacon’s fine ass, before readjusting his entry to ensure he tapped Deacon in just the right spot each time. He began to pick up speed and watched as D’s hand snuck beneath his hips to jerk himself off with the cadence. Deacon started pushing back, their hips meeting at just the right time, their rhythm perfectly timed. Deacon was making tantalizing mewling noises that was driving Nick out of his mind. Fuck, those sounds D made when he was feeling good went right to Nick’s cock.  

All too soon Nick felt the familiar tingling build at the base of his spine just as Deacon shouted out, his body convulsing around Nick’s cock pushing Nick over the edge into his own explosive orgasm. Nick moaned loudly as he pumped a few more times through the onslaught, his fingers digging into Deacon’s hips, until his body was spent.

He gripped the condom and pulled out slowly before collapsing on the bed next to Deacon to catch his breath. Damn, it was so good with Deacon. Everything was just so God damned good with him.

 An embarrassing whimper left Deuce’s throat as he collapsed onto the bed, not even caring that he was lying in the wet spot that he had just caused. “Holy shit, Nick…”

He turned his head slightly so that he could study the man lying next to him, a satisfied smile on his face. “God, why did no one tell me…?”

Nick laughed. “That it feels so amazing? What? You thought I was faking it all day yesterday?”

“No, no. I just didn’t think I’d like it so fucking much!” he smiled as he leaned over for a kiss, laughing when their stomachs chimed in with twin growls, demanding to be paid attention to now that their sexual needs were sated.

“See, burned those calories right off of you.” Nick trailed his fingers over Deuce’s back, his fingers dipping into the ridges of muscle he found there, stroking between his shoulder blades.

Deuce shrugged as he reached over to run his thumb across the skin under Nick’s eyes, smiling when he noticed that the dark circles that had once been there were getting lighter as the days passed. “If this is what it takes to get you to sleep, then I’m going to prescribe at least a weekly trip to Philly.”

He may have had a teasing smile on his face, but Deuce was more than serious about the offer. Nick had actually slept without nightmares the past couple of days and he would do anything to make those awful dark circles completely disappear.

“Don’t tempt me, baby. You just may get a visitor at your door this weekend.” Nick grinned as he leaned in for another kiss.

“I wouldn’t complain… but Rico might” he teased as he rolled onto his back, stretching his arms above his head with a soft moan before pushing himself into a sitting position.

“Fuck Rico.”

Deuce groaned softly. “No, no I’m good with just fucking you…!” He laughed at the smirk on Nick’s face, patting his leg gently as he pushed himself to his feet, making his way across the room.

“You running away?” Nick propped himself up on one elbow, his eyes on Deuce as he ran a hand over the warm spot on the sheets next to him, trying to entice Deuce back to bed.

Deuce shook his head as he made his way across the room. “Gotta pee and I’m fucking starving! You stay; I’ll bring breakfast back with me.” He slipped into the bathroom, taking care of business before reaching for a wash cloth, quickly cleaning himself up before walking back out to the bedroom, looking around for his pants from the night before. “Where the fuck did my pants go…?”

“We lost the clothes in the salon, remember? You cursed my Snuggie and we left a pile of dirty laundry…” Nick laughed as he pointed toward the dresser in the corner of the room. “Bottom drawer… I like my sweatpants baggy, so they should be long enough to fit you okay.”

The brunet crossed the room, able to feel Nick’s eyes on him as he bent over to pick up the sweat pants, sliding them on before turning to look back at Nick. “My hero…” he teased as he blew Nick a teasing kiss before making his way out of the room and up the stairs into the galley.

Deuce had his head stuck in the refrigerator, shifting things around as he tried to decide what he wanted to pull together for a quick breakfast when he felt a pair of hands squeezing his ass.

“I got lonely.” Nick confessed with a grin, giving his lover’s ass another squeeze before moving over to lean against the counter. “So, what are we eating?”

A sound of laughter came from inside the refrigerator as Deuce emerged, handing Nick a package of bacon. “Since you’re in here, you’re helping me cook, but all take care of knife duty.” He gently shooed Nick toward the stove as he pulled out a head of lettuce and a couple tomatoes. “Thought I’d go lazy today with BLTs. You can never go wrong with that.”

Nick hummed his agreement as he pulled a skillet out of the cabinet, setting to work on frying up some of the bacon. Deuce did his best to not get distracted by the sight of Nick standing nearby as he sliced the tomatoes and popping some bread into the toaster. Deuce smiled when Nick leaned over to steal a kiss before popping a piece of bacon into Deuce’s mouth.

“Tastes done to me.” Deuce assembled the sandwiches, handing one to Nick as he leaned against the counter. “Any big plans for today?”

Nick shrugged as he took a bite, chewing and then swallowing before answering. “Not really… just thought we’d hang out. Maybe we can swim over to the island, go for a walk around if the weather holds. If not, we can entertain ourselves on the boat.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, his eyes running up and down Deuce’s clothed body. “Get naked, do some naughty things.”

Deuce laughed as he took a drink of his coffee. “Let’s try the outside stuff first. Then we’ll see where the weather takes us.”

*

As it turned out, it was a bit too chilly for a swim, and the overcast skies seemed to agree with the weather report that was calling for thunder showers later, so they just hung out on the 580. They sat out on the back deck just chatting about nothing and everything. It seemed they could while away the hours doing mundane things that didn’t feel the least bit boring when they were together.

Nick could listen to D talk all day, Nick could talk to Deacon all day, and he couldn’t conceive of ever getting tired of it or running out of things to say. But even when they weren’t conversing and just listening to the sounds of nature, or the music that was softly playing from the outdoor speakers, it was such a comfortable silence, so serene and relaxed. Nick just couldn’t seem to get past how easy it all was. Each day, every time, Nick was still amazed by the way spending time with Deacon made him feel calm and at ease.

Eventually Deacon went in and brought them out snacks, and after nibbling for a bit Nick walked to the very stern of the boat to look out over the horizon to gage the weather when something else surprising caught his sight.

“Hey D, come here,” Nick motioned with his hand to bring Deuce over from his chips and salsa munching.

“What’s up?” Deacon asked as he made his way to where Nick was standing, wiping his hands on the sweat pants he’d borrowed.

He stopped beside Nick, looking out at the water as Nick had been. Nick placed his left hand on D’s back and pointed with his right. “Look…” Deacon leaned in closer to Nick and stooped his head, trying to line his field of view with where Nick directed, “…A whale.”

Nick looked out at the ocean, waiting for the whale to surface so D could notice it. When the whale’s head broke the plane, creating a great disturbance of water Deacon gasped then let out a loud gleeful laugh so childlike it made Nick laugh as well.

“Holy shit,” D grinned at Nick, his entire face alight, before looking back out at the mammal, “I never saw a whale before.”

Nick couldn’t take his eyes off of Deacon as his chest swelled with D’s delight. Nick knew he was wearing a big ass goofy grin in response but didn’t give a shit if he looked like a love struck fool. God he was falling so…Nick took in a short, startled breath.

Deacon looked at him, smile still in place and said, “That’s so cool, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Nick agreed and swallowed. It was pretty damn cool. Scary, but fucking cool none the less. Of course Deacon was referring to the whale and Nick was referring to something else entirely, but it didn’t matter. Nick felt so damn…good. So fucking happy. Being here with Deacon, standing here on this deck together, all of the time they’ve spent with one another the past few days, everything they’d done…it all just felt so fucking right. Jesus Christ he was crazy about this man, and scary or not Nick just didn’t give a flying fuck, he was going with it.

He brushed Deacon’s hair back from his forehead and ran his hand over the salt water tangled locks to cup the back of D’s head and pull him in for a kiss. It was gentle and soft and Nick tried to convey some of the tender feelings he was having at the moment.

“I’m parched,” Deacon said against Nick’s lips after a minute, “Damn tortilla chips. I need a water, you want one?”

“Yeah,” Nick’s voice was rough with emotion so he cleared his throat.

D gave him one more quick kiss, “Be right back.”

Nick watched as Deacon made his way over to the open doors leading into the boat then turned to look out at the cloudy horizon. It was beautiful despite the threat of rain, Nick’s favorite time of the day, when the pale blue just started to turn pink as the sun decided it was getting sleepy; didn’t hold a candle to the beauty of Deacon though. He bent at the waist and leaned his crossed arms on the railing as he took in a deep cleansing breath. He didn’t want this day to end. He didn’t want any of it to end. It was so crazy that he’d known Deacon for years, only getting together once in a great while and not really caring one way or the other, yet within the last few days he couldn’t imagine ever wanting to spend another day apart.

Deacon was too good for him. He was aware of that. Too fucking handsome, too smart, too kind, just too damn…perfect, and on some level Nick recognized he was afraid D would figure that out at any minute and pull away. It probably wouldn’t happen until Deacon got back to Philly, back to his real life, to that fucking lucky girlfriend who couldn’t possibly feel as much for Deacon as Nick felt. Or maybe she did, how could she not? Whatever. Nick didn’t want to think about that, didn’t want to think about that day that was looming in the back of his mind when Deacon would regret what they’d done here. When he’d get that call from Deacon and hear the start of that dreaded sentence, ‘Listen Nick, we need to talk…’.

Nick resolved to take a lesson from his best friend and for once live in the now. Enjoy every precious second he had with Deacon and pretend that this was their normal life, that this was how things were meant to be and would continue to be. He was going to take pleasure in everything they did, and would continue to do, right up until that very last minute when D had to catch his plane tomorrow if Nick had anything to say about it.

Deuce couldn’t keep the smile off of his face as he crossed the deck and made his way to the galley and back. He glanced over his shoulder at Nick as he placed the bottles of water on the table, his eyes traveling over Nick’s relaxed body, loving the fact that the cop seemed more relaxed than he’d ever seen in the years that they’d known one another. This week had been one of many firsts. His first time kissing Nick, first time fucking a man… his first time getting fucked… He shifted slightly, his body reminding him of how he had begged Nick to fuck him earlier that morning; it was a good reminder and he loved the fact that he could still feel Nick on his body.

“Hey, I’ll be back,” he called over his shoulder as he pointed downstairs to let Nick know he was disappearing for a few moments.

Nick didn’t move from his position against the rail, waving Deuce away to let him know that he had heard him, assuming that he had to hit the head, not giving it another thought as he continued to gaze out at the water.

The fact that Nick wasn’t paying attention was exactly what Deuce had planned on as he made his way downstairs, bypassing the bathroom as he walked into the master cabin, reaching over to the bedside table, grabbing a couple condoms and the bottle of lube, a smirk on his face as he slipped them into his pocket. Nick had been the one calling the shots when it came to sex, not that Deuce minded, but this time he planned on getting the upper hand and surprising the usually observant Marine.

He killed a little more time downstairs, making a quick post to tumblr so that no one would notice his absence, laughing softly at his brother and Zane. “Complete idiots, both of them.” he mused as he shook his head.

Shit. Ty. Deuce had done everything that he could think of to keep his brother off of his mind the past couple of days, but the fact that he and Ty were so close was eating at him. Ty had even called him the night before and they had talked while Deuce was curled up in Nick’s arms, wrapped in that damn Snuggie on the couch, and Nick had kissed him and tried to distract him from his brother. The more Deuce had tried to nudge him away, the bigger the smirk on Nick’s face got as he pushed Deuce farther and farther with each kiss and lick and bite. It had taken every bit of restraint that Deuce had to keep his voice level as he talked with Ty, and then Zane when he stole the phone from his partner. Deuce had wanted to just blurt everything out to Ty, tell him that he was still in Boston and that he was lying on the couch naked with Nick and that he was happier than he’d ever been.

But, no matter how much he wanted to share his happiness with his brother, he knew that it would have been a bad idea. Ty would have been on the next plane to Boston and the fight between the three of them would have been on and he didn’t want to ruin this week with Nick with a fight. So, he kept quiet and stole kisses of his own, thankful that Ty assumed that the few kisses he heard were him and Livi and that he had no idea where his brother actually was.

Did Deuce want to tell Ty? God, yes. He and Ty didn’t have many secrets from one another and this one was huge. He wanted to be able to talk to his brother and tell him how happy he was, but now wasn’t the time. Deuce and Nick hadn’t even talked about what was going to happen when he went back to Philly and he had a feeling that it wasn’t going to be a conversation that they were going to have. They would deal with things when they got to it. He was hoping that Nick wouldn’t forget him the moment he left. Nick had been a flirt since the moment that Deuce had met him and he knew that he got around with women, and probably men, in Boston and Deuce hoped that he wasn’t just another notch in Nick’s bedpost. Deuce was falling hard and was hoping with all of his heart that Nick felt the same, although he wasn’t entirely sure if that was a good idea either. Deuce loved Livi, he did, and they’d been together for a long time…Deuce shook his head, he’d worry about that later, now…he had something else in mind.

His hand went to his pocket, fingering the condoms with a slight smile, pulling himself out of his melancholy thoughts. He had time before he and Nick had to get back to Boston and he had to get on a plane home, so until then, he had a gorgeous man waiting on him upstairs that he needed to get back to.

When he made his way back to the deck, he quietly moved across to where Nick was still leaning against the railing, his lips ghosting over the back of his neck as he pressed their bodies together. “Miss me?”

“Was beginning to think you fell in.” Nick laughed as Deuce leaned closer, his hands sliding under Nick’s t-shirt.

“Was making a decoy post… and then started thinking, we all know how dangerous that is.” Deuce laughed as he slid his hands up Nick’s chest, teasing his nipples as he nips at his ear.

“And I’m thinking naughty things…” Deuce teased, grinding his hips against Nick’s ass, smirking a bit when he ran his hand over the crotch of Nick’s sweat pants, stroking his growing erection through the fabric.

“I can see that.” Nick chuckled.

“And it would appear that I’m not the only one…” he laughed as he felt Nick pushing back against him.

“You know me, I always think with my cock. Now, you going to do something or are you just going to get me all hot and bothered and leave me like this?” Nick asked, a teasing tone to his voice as he turned his head to look back at Deuce, a smirk on his face, almost in challenge.

“Oh no, gorgeous, we’re alone out here and I plan on giving the birds and the fishies a show.” He kept his voice teasing as he leaned over to kiss Nick, the soft kiss soon taking on a mind of its own as their tongues clashed together, both of them moaning at the feel of Deuce grinding his erection against Nick’s ass.

They parted for a moment, Nick’s shirt falling to the deck after Deuce stripped him of it, the doctors own shirt soon following suit as Deuce kissed and licked his way down the arch of Nick’s spine, loving the taste of his lover’s skin. When he reached the waistband of Nick’s pants, he reached around, to untie the article of clothing that was keeping his hands off of his lover’s body, pushing them down with an impatient tug.

“I know I haven’t seen many cocks up close and personal, but god, yours is amazing,” he moaned against Nick’s ear, his hand stroking the aforementioned cock as he used his other to push his own pants down, giving their surroundings one last look to make sure that they were truly unable to be seen by anything that didn’t have feathers or gills.

“I did have an ulterior motive for going down stairs,” he informed Nick as he pressed a slick finger into him without warning, his own cock twitching in anticipation as he felt Nick clench around him.

“Don’t need all that….” Nick groaned when Deuce’s fingers found his prostate, rubbing that little bundle of nerves over and over again. “Just need your fucking cock.”

“Pushy today, hmm?” Deuce pressed his fingers in and out a few more times just to watch Nick’s body jerk and shudder as even more attention was paid to his prostate.

“God D, enough… fuck. Just...”

Deuce slid his fingers out of Nick, reaching for a condom, ripping the foil packaging open with his teeth, letting it flutter to the deck as he rolled the thin latex onto his cock, amazed at how much more calm he was this time than the first time he had been in this position. He added lube to the condom before moving forward, pressing into Nick with a steady thrust, moaning softly at the impossibly tight heat around him.

“Fuck, Nick…” He gave them both a few seconds to adjust before pulling almost completely back out, adjusting himself slightly before pushing back in, a smirk crossing his face at the sound of Nick’s moan when every thrust.

Deuce’s fingers dug into Nick’s hips, the sound of his lovers moans driving him completely crazy. It was like Nick knew how to push all of his buttons with how he was clenching around him with every push, he was trying to drive them all at once and it was making Deuce completely insane but he was loving every minute of it.

A movement from Nick drew Deuce’s gaze to his hand, shaking his head slightly when he noticed that Nick had started to stroke himself. Deuce reached down, grabbing Nick’s wrist and pulling his hand away from his cock, ignoring Nick’s sound of protest as he placed his hand back on the railing. “This stays here.” He ordered softly, nipping at Nick’s earlobe.

His hand wrapped around Nick’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts, his moans getting louder as he brought them both closer and closer to the end that they both desperately needed. The feel of Nick’s muscles clenching around him combined with the sounds and sight of his orgasm was the last little nudge Deuce needed to completely let himself go, arching deeply into Nick as his own orgasm rushed over him, his moans of pleasure joining Nick’s, his short nails digging into Nick’s hip.

Deuce’s hands soon joined Nick’s on the railing, using it to help hold him up, shivering slightly as a cool breeze blew over their heated skin.

Nick hung his head as he tried to catch his breath. Jesus Christ, dominant Deacon, who knew? That shit was hot as hell. Just when Nick thought Deacon couldn’t get any more perfect. Was there ever going to be something Nick discovered about Deacon that wasn’t going to be a positive asset? Nick looked at Deacon’s hand clasping the railing next to his as D sagged against his back. Nick adjusted his hand slightly to rest his pinky on top of Deacon’s thumb and D curled his thumb to lightly capture Nick’s digit causing Nick to smile at the sweetness of the gesture. Nick looked down at himself, completely naked except for the grey sweatpants pulled at his ankles around his checkered Vans, and noticed a glob of his come hanging precariously from the second rung on the railing. For some reason Nick found that hysterical and couldn’t hold back a burst of laughter.

Nick felt, as well as heard, Deacon’s chuckle in response, “What?”

Nick shook his head as he continued to laugh. God, the jiz placement wasn’t even that funny, but something about the culmination of it all, the ludicrous emotions that Nick had been feeling the past few days, the phenomenal sex, the pure joy he’d been experiencing, and just now getting fucked spontaneously by Deacon out on the back deck where anyone could have sailed by and seen; Nick was losing his mind, and his heart, but in the best damn way possible.

“What?” Deacon asked again, “You’re giving me a complex.”

Nick scooted in a turn to face Deacon and wrapped his arms around D’s neck. “Nothing for you to have a complex about. You…,” Nick cupped Deacon’s cheek and rubbed his thumb over D’s bottom lip, “are fucking incredible. Everything…everything about you, everything you do. Jesus Deacon you fuck like a champ and it’s only what? Your third time?”

“I think I’ve fucked a few more times than that.” Deacon’s lips twisted into a crooked smile.

“You know what I mean.” Nick ran his fingers through the side of Deacon’s hair, than trailed them behind his ear to finally come to rest on D’s shoulder. “You’re a quick learner. You must have been valedictorian of your class.”

“Shut up.” Deacon’s smile grew though, despite his words.

“I’m serious. You make me come so fucking hard every time,” Nick smiled back. “And my bravado notwithstanding, I can’t remember when I was able to get it up so often for this many days in a row.”

“Well I guess you’ve been sleeping with the wrong people than,” Deacon echoed Nick’s words back to him from yesterday morning. Man, had it only been yesterday that Nick had said that?

“I completely agree with you,” Nick gave Deacon a lingering kiss until a loud clap of thunder overhead made them both jump and then laugh.

They scrambled to pull up their pants and grab their shirts as the first drops of rain started to fall around them. They stopped only to cover the outdoor couches and grab their snacks from the table under the canopy before making their way inside.

“Shit,” Nick rolled the top of the bag of chips down and clipped it as Deacon washed out the salsa bowl just as it started to pour, “A few minutes earlier and we would have been caught out in that shit.”

“Yeah, we would have been soaked, because there’s no way I would have been able to stop.” Deacon agreed with a mischievous smile as he dried his hands on the blue dishtowel.

“I would have thrown you overboard if you’d tried.” Nick teased and pulled the towel out of Deacon’s hand, tossing it aside as he pressed their bodies together and went in for a deep kiss. Deacon kissed him back as skillfully as he always did as they wrapped their arms around each other. Nick could kiss Deacon for hours, just spend the entire fucking day doing it, and never get enough of that competent mouth.

Finally their mouths slowly separated, their lips almost reluctant to part, but they remained in each other’s arms with Deacon leaning against the sink.

“I want to cook dinner for you tonight,” Deacon said, “I have a really good recipe, a really good healthy recipe for the fish we have left, and I’m sure I can find some sides to go with it.”

“Healthy.” Nick snarled, “Fine. But I’m getting ice cream after.”

“That’s fair,” Deacon ducked to kiss the tip of Nick’s nose, “I’ll just have to burn the sugar off of you before bed.”

“I was counting on it.” Nick gave him a wink, and he was. It was their last night together and Nick wanted to be sure to savor it in every way possible.

“Thought you would be.” Deacon looked at him a moment and Nick caught the disappointment that flashed across Deacon’s hazel eyes. Nick knew why it was there, he was haunted by the idea of their time coming to an end here just as much as Nick was. Nick just hoped Deacon wasn’t contemplating a more permanent good bye.

Nick laid the side of his head on Deacon’s shoulder, his arms still around D’s waist, and sighed. Deacon had one hand resting on Nick’s ass, a thumb hooked in the waistband of his sweats, as he rubbed Nick’s back with his other. They stood that way, silently conveying how much they weren’t ready to part, as the rain picked up its intensity outside as if mimicking their emotions.

“So what do you want to do today now that we are on lock down?” Nick asked after a moment. “Wanna watch a movie?”

Deacon shrugged and made a noncommittal sound, “You did say we’d play poker when I came up…”

“That I did.” Nick lifted his head to look at Deacon, “and this time, if I bet kisses, I know you’ll pay up.”

Deacon gave Nick a quick peck;”I think I would have paid up no matter what.”

“So was there a small part of you that wished we kept the original bet when the Phillies lost?” Nick tilted his head and studied Deacon’s face, “Maybe just a little.”

“Maybe.” D smirked, and brought his index finger and thumb within a hair’s breadth of each other to show Nick, “Just a very teensy, weensy, teeny, tiny small part of me.”

Nick’s grin grew at the admission, confirming again that all of the flirting and crushing he’s been doing over the past few weeks weren’t entirely one sided. Duh O’Flaherty, you haven’t been able to keep your hands off of each other for nearly three days. Still, it felt good as hell to hear it.

“Hmm.” Nick teased, “I don’t know if it’ll be as fun taking something from you you’re so willing to give when you lose though.”

“What makes you think I’d lose?” Deacon raised a brow, “Besides, at this point I don’t think there’s anything I’m not willing to give you Nicky.”

Nick’s heart skipped a beat. Although Deacon had kept his tone light, the impact those words had on Nick weren’t any less powerful. Jesus, did Deacon mean that? Because, God damn, Nick felt that same way.

*

Nick pulled down the wooden box that contained professional grade chips and a deck of cards and set up to play at the coffee table. Nick sat on one side of the L shaped couch and Deuce settled at the section running perpendicular. For most of the game Nick was up, and he couldn’t help but give Deacon a little extra ribbing to make up for the fish teasing he received the day before.

As the game went on though, their banter started to turn from mockery to flirty, and as D peered at Nick from over his cards suggestively with his bright hazel eyes Nick went all in on a shit hand just to end the game. As soon as Deacon set down his pair of Queen’s and started to gloat, Nick lunged at him. D fought him off half heartedly and they ended up wrestling and laughing until they rolled onto the floor where Nick banged his head with a dull thud as D landed on top of him.

“Ow,” Nick laughed as he rubbed the back of his head.

“Are you ok?” Deacon chuckled as he folded his arms on Nick’s chest and looked down at him.

“Yeah, you sound real concerned,” Nick teased as he glared at Deacon.

“Hey,” D raised his eyebrows, “You did it to yourself.”

“How do you figure that?” Nick scoffed, “You started it.”

“You attacked me!” Deacon clarified. “I was just defending myself.”

“I just wanted a kiss,” Nick scowled as he rubbed his head again,”and now I could have a concussion.” D pinched him on the triceps. “Ow!” Nick switched to massaging his arm, “What did you do that for?”

“Head doesn’t hurt anymore, does it?” Deacon smirked.

Nick narrowed his eyes as he moved his hand to poke Deacon in the ribs and D clamped his arm down to his side protectively and said, “Quit it.”

“What’s wrong?” Nick taunted, “Ticklish D?”

“No,” Deacon shook his head indignantly.

“Yeah, you are.” Nick smirked.

“Am not,” Deacon said, as he brushed off an imaginary piece of fuzz from Nick’s tee shirted chest, “Now drop it or I may have to pinch you somewhere that will really shut you up.”

Nick growled and flipped them over, bending his knees so he was straddling D’s lap and pulled Deacon’s arms above his head. He pinned both of Deacon’s wrists in one hand and slid his other down D’s arm 

gently. Deacon squirmed beneath him and Nick smiled, “Ticklish?”

“Nope.” D grinned at him.

Nick pulled Deacon’s tee shirt up and lightly ran his fingers down D’s stomach. His smile grew as he felt D’s abs quiver under his touch. “Are you sure you’re not ticklish?” Nick asked.

“No, not at all,” D answered stiffly, his face set in determination.

Nick moved his hand to Deacon’s flank and wiggled his fingers there. Deacon jumped under him as he tucked his lips in.

“No?” Nick raised a brow, “Not at all?” D shook his head, so Nick glided his hand up Deacon’s side. He stopped to trail his thumb around the circumference of Deacon’s nipple then brushed the nub back and forth tenderly.

“That’s not fair,” Deacon said as his nipple contracted and he shivered, “there’s a difference between sensitive and ticklish.”

“Oh, ok,” Nick drew out the words as he nodded then went for D’s armpit vehemently with wiggly fingers.

“Ah!” Deuce cried out as he bucked under Nick, “Stop! No!”

“What’s wrong, D? You ticklish?”

“No, dammit!” Deacon answered, but he was laughing so hard he barley had the strength to struggle.

“Just admit it and I’ll stop.” Nick reassured him, not able to contain his own laughter as he increased the torturous tickling.

“Fine!” Deacon cried out, “I’m ticklish ok, I’m fucking ticklish! Now stop, please.”

“Pretty please with sugar on top?” Nick teased as he continued tickling, loving the sound of Deacon’s boisterous laughter.

“Fuck you, O’Flaherty!”

“Oh, fuck me?” Nick widened his eyes, but he was laughing almost as hard as Deacon now, his fingers increasing their speed, running them all over Deacon’s exposed skin as Deacon twisted and shimmied under him.

“I said I’m ticklish! Painful so, now stop! Pretty please with sugar on top and a cherry!” D shouted and Nick stilled his hand.

 “Now, was that so hard?” Nick smiled down at D as he let go of his wrists and bent to give him a kiss.

“Yes, it was.” Deacon turned his head away from Nick’s seeking mouth with a smile on his face, “No kisses for you, you sadist. Now get up,” D said as he slapped Nick’s ass, “I’m hungry and I want to start cooking.”

“Need help?” Nick asked as Deacon allowed him to steal a kiss anyway, before Nick pushed up to stand and held his hand out to Deacon.

“Hell no,” D answered as he took the offered hand and stood. “You’ll probably find a way to sneak in a pound of butter or melt cheese all over everything.”

Nick laughed, “Who do you think I am, Paula Dean?”

 “Pretty damn close after that macaroni and cheese yesterday.” Deacon smiled at him, “I’m actually surprised you know who she is.”

“Hey, I like cooking shows,” Nick shrugged.

“Me too.” Deacon nodded.

“You enjoyed my mac and cheese though,” Nick boasted, “you had two helpings.”

“It was good,” D conceded, “but I could actually hear my cholesterol rising. I’m going to have to do double time at the gym when I get back to Philly, on top of extra yoga classes…” Deacon’s smile faded a bit, and Nick knew he was thinking of his yoga instructor girlfriend. Shit.

“I’ll just keep you company, then.” Nick offered, trying to keep Deacon’s mind from wandering too far, “I can chop veggies if you need me to.”

“Oh, God!” Deacon rolled his eyes as he headed for the galley, “No no, you just stand there and look pretty.”

“Ok, “Nick smiled as he followed behind, “You’d be better at that job, but I’ll try.”

Deacon gave him a smirk over his shoulder and Nick winked at him.

*

After the delicious meal that Deacon had cooked, healthy and all, the rain let up a bit and they decided to sit out back on the couch and enjoy the clean smell of rain and share the ice cream Nick was promised. From checking the forecast though, Nick knew that this was really just a lull in the big storm coming up from the south and  he was quite aware that it would be smart to start getting them back to Boston before the brunt hit them when and they were out at sea. He also wanted to make sure he was docked in time so that Deacon could get a good night sleep before his early flight in the morning, yet he just couldn’t seem to make himself go to the helm. Fuck, he didn’t want to go back to reality. He wanted to stay here in this little bubble that he and Deacon had created where nothing else existed; No girlfriend, no miles between them, no judgment from anyone in their lives, no jobs, just them and this…love they’d invented, no matter how crazy, or how soon it seemed.

Tomorrow night Deacon wouldn’t be here, he wouldn’t be sleeping with Nick, Nick wouldn’t be waking up beside him in the morning, or the next morning, or the next; fuck maybe never again. Every one of those thoughts terrified Nick, especially the last, making him sick with nerves. It was like the butterflies had turned into mutants; their delicate wings transformed into razor blades that were cutting Nick from the inside.

Nick looked at his watch, why did the fucking digital numbers click by so quickly when you least wanted them to?  Deacon was carding his hand threw Nick’s hair as his head lie on D’s lap and Nick reluctantly reached up to capture it. He placed a kiss on the palm, before releasing it and sitting up with a heavy sigh.

“I better --“he hedged.

“—I know.” Deacon said, not making him finish the sentence. He gave Nick a sad little smile. “I’m going to get my laptop. I’ll work at the table while you...“

“Ok.” Nick leaned forward to give Deacon a prolonged kiss before he stood and helped D to his feet. He held onto Deacon’s hand, leading him through the doors and into the pilothouse.

As Deacon went to retrieve his computer Nick switched on his favorite blues station on the satellite radio and fired up the engines to begin navigating away from the cove. In the future Nick would no longer think of this place as Uncle Pete’s, but as it belonging them.

For the entire trip up the coast Deacon sat at the table behind Nick quietly working on his computer, the soft tap, tap, tap of the keyboard oddly soothing to Nick as he steered. Several times an hour though, Deacon would come up behind Nick to embrace him, resting his chin on Nick’s shoulder as he gently rocked them. He’d steal a kiss, or many kisses really, some of them relatively long and all Nick wanted to do was go down stairs where they could be truly intimate. He brought Nick a bottle of water when he saw the one he was drinking was empty, and a bag of Cheetos that Nick didn’t have the appetite to eat, but all along they exchanged very little words. The melancholy mood they both shared nearly suppressing the air in the room.

The trip was slow going due to the rain, and by the time Nick reached Boston Harbor hours later Deacon had fallen asleep curled in a ball on the bench seat of the kitchenette. Nick bent over him a moment, taking in his pure beauty, before softly brushing his hair back from his forehead.

“Deacon.” He murmured, hating to wake him but knowing he’d be much more comfortable in bed. Besides, there was no way Nick was missing out on holding Deacon through their last night together.

“Hmmm…” Deacon rubbed at his eyes, his glasses abandoned on the table, and looked up at Nick.

“Come on baby, we’re here.”  Nick caressed Deacon’s cheek with gentle finger tips, “Go down to bed.”

Deacon sat up slowly, “Not without you.”

“I just have a few things I have to take care of,” Nick gave Deacon’s upper arm a mild tug. “I’ll be down in fifteen.”

“I’ll wait.” Deacon insisted as he got to his feet and brushed Nick’s hand away half heartedly.

“No,” Nick grabbed Deacon’s hands and kissed the knuckles, “Go down and get ready for bed, I’ll be there soon.”

“Fine,” Deacon reluctantly obeyed, “But if you’re not there in fifteen I’ll come to look for you.” He gave Nick a playful little smile that was tinged with sadness, and they exchanged a prolonged look before D headed down the stairs.

After Nick made sure everything was battened down outside, all of the doors were locked and the shades were pulled down, he impatiently made his way to the master cabin. As he entered, the lights were dimmed low and Deacon was sitting with his back against the headboard. He looked up from studying the hands in his lap as Nick entered and turned slightly onto his hip as he pulled the sheet aside revealing his naked body in invitation.

Nick’s breath caught in his throat at the stunning man before him. The face of an angel and the body of a God, long lean muscles and sculpted face, half hard cock resting lightly on his hip, all bathed in the soft yellow glow of the lamp light. Jesus Christ the sight nearly moved Nick to tears. How did he get so lucky? Even if these few days were all they’d ever have, and Nick prayed to God that it wasn’t, but even if they were, Nick counted himself blessed to have been able to have Deacon for what little time he did.

Nick slowly undressed not taking his eyes off of Deacon and enjoying being watched in return as he did so, especially when Deacon began to slowly stroke his dick to full attention. Nick’s cock was already there, had been since he’d laid eyes on Deacon’s naked perfection.

When Nick was nude as well, he stepped to the end of the bed to tug the blankets and sheets to the bottom. There would be no covering up their bodies as they joined tonight, there’d be nothing to hide one inch of Deacon from his eyes. As the storm raged outside, adding to the intimate feel of the warm room, Nick crawled into bed with his lover.

The first kiss when Nick slid into bed was an almost desperate one as Deuce reached for him and pulled him close, his hands caressing every bit of skin that he could reach as he pulled him onto his lap, their bodies lining up perfectly as their tongues and teeth clashed together. Deuce’s hands ran down Nick’s back as he held him close, their hips moving together as they moaned in unison, both of them knowing that this was going to be one of the last times they were going to be able to be together for a while.

Deuce moaned at the feel of Nick’s fingers sliding into his hair, their cocks sliding against each other over and over as they rolled their hips together, both of them close and desperate for more. “Wanna be inside you…” he moaned softly, his hands moving up and over Nick’s hips, squeezing his ass.

The grin that Nick turned on him was enough to make him completely melt. “Fuck yeah…  How do you want me?” Nick shifted to move off of Deuce, but Deuce stopped him before he could get very far, one hand moving down to lightly touch his bad leg.

“Leg doesn’t like me tonight. I’m not useful for much…” He looked a little apologetic, the look quickly being replaced by a smirk of his own. “Ride me, baby.”

Twin smiles met as Nick shifted backwards, reaching over to the nightstand, his fingers wrapping around a condom, kissing Deuce as he ripped it open, tossing the foil packaging toward the trash can. “Let me take care of you…”

Deuce watched as Nick smiled up at him, placing the condom against his lips as he lowered his head to Deuce’s cock, slowly unrolling the latex as he took Deuce’s cock into his mouth, sucking him off a few times once the condom was settled into place. Deuce’s hand moving down to grip at his hair as his hips arched up against him.

“Mmm Nicky, please…” Deuce raised his hips up against Nick’s mouth, his fingers curling into the sheets as he moved up into that warm, wet heat, making a noise of frustration at the fact that there was a latex barrier between his cock and Nick’s mouth.

“Relax, baby. You’re going to get exactly what we both want…” Nick gave Deuce’s cock another suck before grabbing the bottle of lube, all of his attention focused on his partner’s dick. He flipped the bottle open as he wrapped his hand around Deuce’s cock, jerking him off slowly. He ignored the pleas from the other man as he liberally applied lube to Deuce’s cock, not even bothering to prep himself as he closed the bottle, tossing it onto the bed.

A slight frown crossed his face when he noticed that Deuce had a hand on his bad leg, rubbing it gently. “You okay…?”

Deuce smiled up at him, using both hands to wrap around Nick, pulling him into a long and heated kiss; arching his hips up to rub his cock against Nick’s crack. “’I’m, fine. Legs just protests how I was sleeping earlier, but I swear to God, if you stop, I’m going to kill you…!”

“Don’t have to worry about that, D; I don’t think I could stop if I tried.” Their eyes met as Nick grabbed Deuce’s cock and started to lower himself onto it slowly. They both groaned at the feel of them joining together as Nick rested his hands on Deuce’s shoulders.

“Shit, Nick… you feel so fucking amazing…” Deuce leaned his head back, pulling Nick into a fierce kiss as he rolled his hips up, pushing deeper into his lover with a moan.

Nick shifted slightly, changing their position as he began to undulate his hips and fuck himself on Deacon. Nick’s mouth parted slightly as his head fell back and he closed his eyes. Deuce’s hands traveled across Nick’s skin as his eyes took all of him in; the padded pecks, the broad shoulders and strong arms, the muscles of his sculpted stomach that were contracting with his surges, the heavy cock bobbing between them with the motion.

The room was silence as they arched and moved together, the quiet only broken by the moans and gasps of pleasure coming from the bed, the mattress springs squeaking slightly at the force behind the combined thrusts, their harsh breaths, and the rain beating against the boat outside.

“Oh god, baby… so fucking close…” Deuce warned, his eyes snapping open as he looked up at Nick and Nick lowered his head, their eyes meeting once again. Deuce wrapped an arm around Nick’s back and pulled him into a desperate kiss as he gripped Nick’s hip with his other hand so he could arch up harder into the man riding him. Their moans and cries of pleasure lost into the kiss, Deuce’s mottled pleasure-filled mind was barely aware of Nick’s own orgasm, both of them writhing together as they rode out their pleasure, their bodies finally slowing their movements.

“Mmm God, Nick, I swear that gets better every time…” Deuce acknowledged with a satisfied smile as Nick shifted so that Deuce’s cock could slip out of him.

Nick winked playfully as he reached between them, pulling the condom off of Deuce’s softening cock, tying it up before tossing it into the trashcan beside the bed. He leaned forward against Deuce’s chest, sighing softly. “I’m just teaching you bad things is all.”

“I’m not complaining.” Deuce leaned his head back and closed his eyes as his one hand fell back to his leg, rubbing it gently as he ran his other hand down Nick’s back, making a soft noise of contentment. “Mmmm…”

Nick smiled softly, giving Deuce a kiss before getting to his feet. “Be right back.” He promised, giving Deuce’s bad leg a gentle rub before walking toward the door.

A smile crossed Deuce’s face as he stretched his arms above his head, his thoughts on the man that had just left him alone in the bed. The past few days had been more than he could have ever imagined. When he came to Boston, he had planned on a few days of flirting with Nick before it was back to work and back to Philly. But from where he stood, staying these extra days here with Nick was something he was glad he did. It might have been crazy and completely insane, but like Ty was always telling him, sanity is completely overrated.

He shifted down slightly, lying down on his back as he pulled the blankets over him and curled one of his arms under his head as he waited for Nick to come back, briefly wondered what was taking him so long.  He was setting the alarm on his phone when the bedroom door finally opened and a still very-naked Nick walked back into the room and over to the bed.

“Here…” Nick passed Deuce a bottle of water and one of Deuce’s pill bottles that he must have found in the guest cabin as he slid into bed next to Deuce. “Saw the look on your face, could tell you were in pain.”

“Thanks Nick…” Deuce gave him a kiss as he tapped one of the pills out, swallowing it with the water and downed half of the bottle before setting it on the table. He clicked off the light as he pulled Nick over to him.

“I don’t want to sleep tonight…” Deuce admitted as he pulled Nick closer, kissing him softly, his hands trailing over his body.

“Me either…” Nick said, and Deuce could see him smile as Deuce’s eyes adjusted to the darkness. Nick pulled the blankets tightly around them. “Tomorrow…

“No, don’t mention tomorrow…” Deuce shrugged slightly as he reached up to run his fingers through Nick’s hair. The last thing he wanted to think about was the fact that he had to get on a plane back to Philadelphia in the morning. Back to Philly, back to work, back to Winchester…and back to Livi. Back to reality. He hated reality right now.

Nick nodded in understanding as he gently nudged Deuce to roll over to his side, curling up behind him, pulling their bodies close together. “You need to get some sleep, baby…”

“Don’t wanna sleep…” Deuce knew he sounded childish, but he didn’t care. He wanted to spend the night talking to, and looking at, Nick, not spending it sleeping.

A few soft kisses were pressed to Deuce’s shoulders and neck, Nick’s hand moving to curl around his waist. “Sleep, I’ll be here all night, I promise.”

Deuce tried to protest, but the last thing he remembered was the feel of Nick’s hands caressing his stomach as the darkness took him.