Deuce Does Boston Day Six

***STORY CONTAINS SEXUAL EXPLICIT CONTENT***

WEDNESDAY

Nick barely slept, only dozing off here and there. He didn’t want to waste this last night sleeping when he could be looking at Deacon, feeling Deacon in his arms, smelling that scent that was purely D.  Besides Nick was used to running on little to no sleep, and Deacon was a far nicer reason than nightmares.

After they’d had sex and cuddled down, Deacon had tried to fight his fatigue. They kissed tenderly, caressed each other’s skin, Deacon of course played with Nick’s hair. They didn’t speak, there was too much they couldn’t say.

After D lost his battle and fell out, Nick spooned behind him and pulled him close. He buried his nose in Deacon’s hair and closed his eyes to take in D’s essence.  Deacon only woke once, when Nick had released him and rolled onto his back to fold his arms behind his head and stare up at the ceiling, Deacon had stirred a few moments later and turned, reaching for Nick as he murmured his name. Nick stretched his arm out to gather Deacon against him and D rested his head on Nick’s chest with a sigh. If Nick’s heart didn’t already feel like it was breaking that gesture would have done him over.

The next morning as the early rays of sunlight filtered into the room, Nick glances at the clock to see they had just under two hours until they’d have to leave for the airport. He had the overwhelming need to be inside of Deacon one more time; possibly for the last time. When Deacon rubbed his face against Nick’s chest, verifying to Nick that he was awake, Nick gently turned him onto his back with a kiss to the forehead and reached over him for the lube. As Nick flipped the top and squeezed some onto his fingers he looked at Deacon for a moment, silently asking permission. D peered at him through his lashes as his hand came up to stroke gently down Nick’s spine and spread his legs in reply.

Nick leaned down to kiss Deacon, morning breath be damned, as he took his time opening him. Once D’s muscles were pliable, and he was gyrating with Nick’s manipulation as he made little sounds of satisfaction, Nick pulled his fingers out to roll on a condom. He gripped behind the knee of Deacon’s good leg and pushed it back some as he positioned his cock at D’s opening with his other hand. He entered slowly, breaching the muscle with just the head before pausing to look at Deacon. D was watching him, his eyes intense and focused on Nick’s face. Nick swallowed the powerful emotion that stare caused in him and looked back down to watch as he entered Deacon. Slowly…slowly…until he was all the way in before looking back up at Deacon’s face again. Deacon still wore that concentrated expression and this time Nick allowed himself to return it. He released his grip on D’s knee and hooked it over his elbow instead as he lowered down on top of him.

Nick began to move in slow short strokes, barely pulling out a few inches before sinking back in as he continued to gaze down into those hazel eyes that threw him every time. They held that powerful eye contact as Nick moved, the only sound in the room their combined harsh breaths and an occasional soft moan. God those mesmerizing eyes, the feel of the muscular body underneath of him, Jesus just…Deacon. An uncanny thought occurred to Nick that at thirty seven he had fucked a lot of people in his life, but this was the very first time he’d ever truly made love.

He unexpectedly felt overwhelmed with emotion, they weren’t just joined physically at this moment, there was a soul deep bond between them that Nick had never thought possible he’d experience. He’d never felt this connected to someone before. Not his family, not Jenna or any of his neighborhood friends, certainly not anyone on the force, not even any of the guys in Sidewinder - including Ty. This was…astounding. Intense. All consuming. Nick felt words bubble up from his too full chest and catch in his throat. He had to literally clench his jaw to prevent them from spewing forth. It was crazy to say them, probably even crazier to actual feel them, yet there they were none the less and Nick was almost positive they were authentic. Because if this wasn’t what…love… felt like, then what the hell could it be?

Instead of saying it and risk scaring the hell out of both of them, Nick brought his lips to Deacon’s and kissed him with everything he had, everything he felt, as he picked up his thrusts. Deacon dug his fingers into Nick’s back, his short nails digging into the skin, as he kissed Nick back with equal intensity.

Soon the physical need to come became overwhelming, forcing Nick to pump even harder and deeper, pulling their mouths apart so they could breathe properly as they resumed eye contact. D reached up and fisted both of his hands into Nick’s hair as he groaned out, “Holy shit…Nicky.”

Nick felt Deacon’s muscles clench around him as warm come splattered between them. Nick let out a long moan, pumping for another few minutes until his own powerful orgasm ripped threw him. He pumped it out as he buried his face into the junction of D’s neck and shoulder, whispering Deacon’s name over and over between soft kisses he placed there.  Nick couldn’t bring himself to move, keeping his face burrowed as their breath evened out and their heartbeats regained normal rhythm that somehow felt in tune. All the while Deacon’s long fingers made swirls and strokes through Nick’s hair and Nick was already feeling the loss of the habit that Deacon had picked up over the past few days. Jesus, had it only been a few days? How was that even possible? A melancholy feeling started to settle over Nick as he lay there. He was terrified this was going to be a permanent good bye. Once again he had the sickening premonition that when Deacon got back to Philadelphia, back to Livi and his life there, that he’d regret this. Regret Nick.  Fuck, the pain that that would cause was more than Nick could think about right now.

Nick could sense the minutes stretching and knew they were pushing it, Deacon needed to pack and get ready for his flight and Nick needed to drop him off and then go to work.  Finally he inhaled deeply, savoring Deacon’s scent one last time before pushing up and holding the condom as he slid his cock free. Suddenly he couldn’t look at Deacon as he pulled the used rubber off to knot it and toss it in the trash can.

“Better get going.” He said, his voice coming out rough as he looked down at his now empty hands.

“Yeah,” Deacon answered, sitting up and running a hand through his hair.

“You can shower first,” Nick offered as he stood and put a hand on his hip, looking around at the carpet and running fingers through his own tresses.

Deacon silently slipped out of bed and made his way to the bathroom. He stopped in the doorway and without turning around asked, “Join me?”

Deuce didn’t even wait for a reply as he stepped into the bathroom, turning the water on and setting it to the perfect temperature; the ball was in Nick’s court now. He had no doubts in his mind that Nick would try to resist the urge but he’d come join him. Deuce didn’t even have to see him to know that Nick was probably staring at the bathroom door right about now, weighing his options. He had just stepped under the hot spray of the shower when a cool breeze blew over him from the bathroom door opening as Nick stepped into the room. Deuce smiled over at him as the door closed, neither of them saying a word as Deuce stepped back, pressing himself against the wall as Nick joined him under the hot spray.

The shower was far from big enough for sex, was barely big enough for the two of them to stand together comfortably in, but sex wasn’t on either of their minds at the moment. Any other day they would have been complaining about how small the shower was, but this morning, it caused them to be pressed closely together and that was what they needed. The moment Nick was within reach, Deuce pulled him into his arms, and kissed him softly as his hands moved over his body. He closed his eyes and rested his head against Nick’s as he ran his hands over the skin beneath him, smiling when he felt Nick mirror his motions.

Words weren’t needed between the two of them as Deuce reached for the shampoo, kissing Nick delicately as he rubbed the soap into his lover’s hair, smiling when Nick moaned quietly. “Good…?” he asked, massaging the shampoo into Nick’s scalp longer than was really needed, just wanting to stay close to him.

Nick hummed his approval as his hands moved the soapy loofah over Deuce’s skin, quickly dropping it to the bottom of the shower, wanting to feel nothing between Deuce’s skin and his hands. There were no complaints from either one as they focused less on getting one another clean and more on touching and memorizing skin and scars before they reluctantly pulled apart as the water started to cool.

Deuce wrapped a towel around Nick’s waist as they stepped out onto the cold bathroom floor, kissing him as he wrapped his own towel around himself. A few more soft kisses, and a couple of longer ones, were shared between the two of them before they finally parted, both of them going into the cabin.

“I should go get dressed…” Deuce hadn’t bothered bringing his bag into the master cabin over the past few days and right about now, he was regretting it.

“Yeah, me too…” Nick gave Deuce another kiss before letting him go as he turned to pull out his own clothes for the day.

Deuce sighed as he looked around the guest cabin, slipping into a pair of boxer-briefs and a pair of jeans, picking up the Phillies tee that he had worn after his shower yesterday and smiled slightly as he left it lying across the bed, hoping that Nick would find it after he was gone. Instead, he pulled on a long-sleeved Henley, sighing as he slipped his shoes on, glancing around the room to make sure he hadn’t left anything important lying around. He double checked his laptop case for his chargers before slipping it over his shoulder along with his duffle, making his way out into the hallway and up the stairs.

After Deacon left the master suit to go get dressed and packed, Nick went back into the bathroom to shave. Neither one of them had done so for the past few days, and although Nick didn’t mind rocking stubble on his days off he liked to be clean shaven for work. Besides, his Sergeant gave him shit if he wasn’t. He ran hot water over a washcloth and held it to his face to soften the beard as he looked at himself in the mirror. He almost hated to do this, it was like an admission that their time together was truly over.

He set the cloth aside and spread the cream on his cheeks, chin and upper lip. As he began to shave, each stroke felt like he was removing a piece of their time together. The first night at dinner, stroke down. The almost kiss in the galley on the second night, rinse the blade. When Deacon got him to open up leading to their first kiss, tap the razor on the side of the sink. And so on; fishing, cooking, talking, laughing, playing poker, sharing stories, cuddling, fucking, making love and kissing. Kisses and kisses and kisses, they must have shared hundreds of them in the past three days, unable to keep their eyes and hands and lips off of each other, all over now; but fuck, he’d never forget one second of the time he had spent with Deacon. 

As Nick watched the remnants of his beard wash down the drain with the foam and dirty water the metaphor felt like it was going to break him. Was this it? Was this all they were ever going to have despite their best intentions and how much they experienced and felt? Nick wasn’t going anywhere, he knew that. He’d wait for Deacon forever if there was a chance, hell he’d waited nearly twenty years for Ty when there wasn’t any. He knew Deacon was feeling this…whatever it was between them now, but Nick just couldn’t seem to shake that foreboding feeling. 

He took in a deep breath and let it out, steeling himself to enjoy what precious little time they had left. He wasn’t going to pressure Deacon or force him to make a choice, he wasn’t going to beg him or plead. He was going to pilfer more kisses and touches and then put a fucking smile on his face and try to do the same for D. He was going to face this goodbye and whatever came afterwards like a man, like a marine, and come what may he was never going to be the cause of Deacon feeling any kind of pain or sadness or guilt. Oorah.

After dropping his bags on the couch, Deuce made his way into the kitchen thankful that Nick had a timer on the coffee pot and that there was a fresh pot waiting for them. He poured a cup, popping a couple pills into his mouth, swallowing them with his first sip of coffee. “Mmm...Coffee,” He murmured to himself as he leaned against the counter, waiting for Nick to join him.

His breath caught in his throat when Nick walked up the stairs, his eyes taking in the full effect of Nick in uniform. He’d seen the sight the first day he’d arrived in Boston, but he hadn’t given it the proper attention because he had been doing everything to avoid staring at him. But now? Oh hell yes he was going to look.

“God, Nick. I never had a uniform fetish until now…” he couldn’t keep his eyes off of the other man as he crossed the room, kissing him roughly, his cock perking up at the fact that it was pressed up against Nick’s hip.

Nick laughed as he kissed him back, unable to resist a teasing grind against him. “Behave, yourself.” the laugh changed to a smirk as he lightly ran his fingers over his handcuffs. “Or…you could misbehave and see what happens.”

Deuce laughed as he kissed him again, feeling lighter than he had all morning. “Keep those in mind for next time and I promise to be a bad boy,” he teased as he handed Nick a cup of coffee, doing his best to ignore the time that was glaring at them from the clock on the microwave. He knew they had to leave five minutes ago, but walking out the door was the last thing he wanted to do.

Reluctantly, after taking a large sip from his mug and setting it down, Nick picked up his car keys then grabbed Deuce’s duffel, handing the laptop bag to its owner. “We should go. Don’t want you to miss your flight. And I have to get to work…”

“You can just drop me off outside the airport I don’t want you to be late.” He followed Nick out the door and waited for Nick as he locked up before following him down the dock to the GTO.

“No. I’m going in with you. I told Rico I’d be late.” The tone of Nick’s voice left no room for argument as he opened the door for Deuce, letting him into the car.

“Thanks…” Deuce leaned over once Nick was in the car, kissing him softly. Deuce leaned back in his seat, smiling over at Nick as he laced their fingers together and rested their hands on the gear shift before driving towards the airport.

When Nick parked in short term parking he switched off the ignition and turned in his seat to face Deacon. D did the same, and they looked at each other for a moment before both leaning forward, their lips meeting harshly. Nick took a deep breath thru his nose, unwilling to break the contact of their mouths. He tilted his head to readjust the angle as their tongues slid together in perfect synchronicity as if they’d been dancing this delicious tango together for years. Nick reached up to cup D’s cheek, his fingers curling around to clasp just below his ear as Deacon gripped Nick’s shoulder. It was a long, intense kiss and Nick felt like he couldn’t delve deep enough, like he wanted to crawl inside of Deacon and inhabit his skin so they’d never be apart.

Finally the kiss softened to just a tender meeting of lingering lips, once…twice…three times, before their mouths reluctantly pulled apart and Nick rested his forehead against Deacon’s. He stroked D’s cheek with his thumb and Deacon rested his hand on Nick’s biceps. They gazed at each other, Deacon’s hazel eyes a blur this close, yet it diminished none of the intense effect they held on Nick.

God, there was so much Nick wanted to tell him. He wanted to say Fuck, Philly and your girl and your practice. Stay here. Stay with me. I’ll support you until you can get a practice started in Boston. He wanted to say I’ll quit the force if you’ll have me. I’ll say sayonara to this town and all of its residence and pilot my boat to Philadelphia and dock it in the fucking Delaware. He wanted to tell Deacon that these past five days had been the best five God damned days of his life. That he hadn’t felt this alive since his recon days. He wanted to tell him that he’d never felt this way about anyone before, that he couldn’t imagine feeling this way about anyone else. And fuck, those words were bubbling up again, making him want to say that he felt like…that he was pretty fucking sure…that he was…but he couldn’t say any of those things. He had made a promise to himself earlier, and besides it was crazy and irrational. Yet when he looked at Deacon it all felt so fucking right. He pulled slightly back so that he could see Deacon clearly and clasped D’s hand in his.

“Deacon,” he said instead, clearing his throat, “I just want you to know, that no matter what…no matter what happens or… doesn’t happen, that I…that I’ve got your back. You hear me? No matter what, I’ve…I’ve gotch you.”

Deacon gave him a small knowing smile, his eyes piercing through Nick as if he were trying to convey a message of his own. He nodded, “I’ve got your back too Nicky. I’ve got you to.”

Nick gave him a weak smile in return, his chest feeling heavy. He picked up Deacon’s hand and placed his lips against the palm and pressed them there softly before rubbing them back and forth. He gave one last kiss in the center and released D’s hand.

“We better get going before you miss your flight.” Nick turned to open the door, saying over his shoulder, “and you know once those TSA agents get a look at you they’re gonna want to perform a thorough pat down.” He gave Deuce a wink and hoped out.

Jokes and sexual innuendos, Nick’s go to deflection tactic from delving too far into his emotions.

Walking away from Nick was the hardest thing that Deuce had had to do in years. All he wanted to do was to throw his arms around him in the middle of the fucking airport parking lot and tell him that he had changed his mind. Tell him that he wasn’t going anywhere and that he was going to stay in Boston and say screw Philly and his life there and finally just be able to just be happy. From the look in Nick’s eyes, Deuce could tell that Nick wanted it as badly as he did, but unfortunately life just wasn’t that simple. Even if he wanted to leave Philly, it wouldn’t be an easy process with his patients and finding them new doctors, especially since so many of them had only recently started opening up to him. And the whole prospect of starting over anew in Boston was something that he just didn’t know if his career could survive. It was a huge move to a place where patients would be reluctant to come see a new doctor and he just didn’t know what to do.

He was barely aware of Nick taking his bag from him, swinging it over his uniformed shoulder as they walked through the parking garage, their hands lightly brushing together; even with all the people around, they couldn’t stop the desire to touch from overtaking them both. They kept things subtle though; drawing attention to themselves wouldn’t be the best thing, especially with Nick in uniform. But the desire was still there and it was taking everything that Deuce had to keep his hands to himself. Since he didn’t have the strap of his bag to keep his hands occupied, he kept running his fingers through his hair and fiddling with the watch he was wearing; anything to keep himself from touching Nick. He and Nick had shared their goodbyes in the car a few short minutes ago, saying more with expressions and touches than they could bring themselves to say in words.

Don’t go.

I don’t want to. If I didn’t have to…

Deuce shook himself out of his thoughts when Nick’s hand came into contact with his shoulder, gently nudging him toward the check in counter, laughing softly when the clerk at the desk noticed that he was checking in with a Boston Police Officer by his side; her eyes going wide.

“Don’t worry, he’s harmless… well, mostly.” Nick grinned at the clerk before turning the grin on Deuce, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at him.

“And you’re completely insane.” Deuce couldn’t help but return the grin as he leaned against the counter, showing the clerk his ID and receiving his boarding pass a few moments later. “I love early morning flights, check in is pretty painless.” he smiled as he thanked the clerk, taking his bag from Nick as they made their way through the early morning crowd.

Deuce sighed softly when the escalators to the security check point came into view, his hand going to Nick’s elbow as he pulled him out of the flow of people and over to a side wall, trying to find a bit of privacy.

“I guess this is it…” he said softly, clenching his fists as he bit his bottom lip; his entire body fighting the urge to press Nick up against that wall and kiss him senseless. Nick nodded wordlessly as he glanced around them, almost as if able to read Deuce’s thoughts, shaking his head slightly.

“I know…” Deuce nodded before stepping closer, pulling Nick into a tight hug, smiling when he felt Nick’s arms wrap around him. Knowing that his face was hidden from view thanks to his own arms, he risked turning his head slightly, kissing the side of Nick’s neck quickly before reluctantly pulling away, risking a quick glance at his watch.

“I should…”

“I know.” Nick gave him a soft smile as he stepped away from him. “Have a good flight, yeah? Don’t let those TSA bastards give you a cavity search.” Nick narrowed his eyes with the unspoken that’s my job look on his face causing Deuce to burst into laughter. Leave it to Nick to want Deuce to leave with a smile.

“I’ll text you when I get settled back at home, and when you get off shift I’ll call if I’m not passed out face-first in the bed.” He smiled slightly as he gave Nick’s shoulder a gentle squeeze before straightening his badge. “Bye Nicky…”

Nick gave him a wink, “Bye Deacon.”

Deuce gave him one last sad smile before turning and walking toward the escalators, forcing himself not to look back at Nick. He knew if he did, that he’d turn and run back to his arms and he wouldn’t get on the plane, and as much as he hated it he had to board that fight. Work called to him, and with how he’d had to reschedule things to get those extra few days with Nick, the rest of this week was booked solid starting with this afternoon when he got back home. Maybe being busy would help keep his mind off of Nick and off of Boston. God, he hoped so.

He wasn’t even on the plane yet and he already missed Nick like crazy.