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There would be time for the three of them to get together. Joe wouldn't be left out for long.

"I'm not teasing," he said with a little gasp. "You look good Nicky."

Really, he had meant it as a flirtation. Nicky was still leaner than him but his shoulders and chest felt strong under his hands. Time and distance had probably made his memory fuzzy.

"You feel good." He rolled his hips slowly thrusting his cock into Nicky's hand. "Really good."

Booker slipped his hand under the water and closed it around Nicky's cock, stroking him slowly.

He groaned, his hand loosening just enough around Booker's cock to allow the man to rock himself into his fist.

"You are a flatterer with a wicked tongue, le Livre." But he loved it. Leaning up, he used his other hand to pull the man down for a long, slow kiss. The kind that made his toes curl and his body thrum. When it ended, he rocked his hips up, half hard and filling further in Booker's palm.

"You feel amazing.."

Booker used that wicked tongue to trace Nicky's lips until the other man opened his mouth so he could slip his in. He was such a good kisses. He could get lost in them if it weren't for the sensations of Nicky's hands on him.

"I was thinking the same thing." He gave Nicky's cock a light squeeze. It was very flattering to feel Nicky get hard under his attention. Further proof of just how much he was wanted. How he was still wanted after all this time.

But he kept his touch slow and a little light so he could make this last longer. As if that would make up for lost time.

It wouldn't make up for lost time, but it would certainly put a payment towards the debt.

Nicky groaned, his eyes sliding shut as he let his head fall back to rest on the top step. The concrete was rough and hard, digging into his spine as he lounged back with Booker over him, but he didn't really care. He'd have to move eventually, but for now he was quite content to just play his fingers along Booker's cock. Not stroking, exactly, but trailing his fingertips up and down his shaft and every once in a while letting them dance over the head.

Nicky always let him indulge. There had been times when they were frantic and rushed but Booker always preferred to go slow and savor sex. It felt good and Booker spent a lot of time not feeling good. He wanted to take pleasure and enjoyment when he could for as long as possible.

He leaned forward and pressed his mouth against Nicky's neck. This time Booker left a mark. He bit down and sucked the spot he'd chosen until the bruise was there. It lingered for a half second before it healed away.

Then he pressed his mouth to Nicky's and kissed him slow and deep, almost lazily making out with him.

There was a time and a place for quick, hard sex and Nicky enjoyed it, but it wasn't how he preferred it. Nine hundred years had given him an appreciation of patience and the slow burn of prolonged promise. He and Joe could make themselves last all day. Slow, lazy make outs on the couch. Little touches in the most innocent of places, packed with promise and hidden intent. A word murmured against an ear or the back of the neck, fingertips stealing a covert touch of bare skin.

If Booker wanted to make out and indulge, Nicky certainly wasn't going to stop him. In fact, he encouraged him, humming softly against the other man's lips as he threaded the fingers not on Booker's cock through his hair.

The hot sun beating down on his shoulders, Nicky's fingers in his hair, and their mouths moving against each other put Booker in the closest he'd ever get to heaven. He felt blessed that Nicky wanted him after all this time.

He drew back a little to catch his breath, licking the taste of Nicky's mouth from his lips. "When I can bring myself to stop kissing you I'm going to suck your cock."

It was only fair to warn Nicky of his intentions. It would mean hauling him out of the water and back to the lounge chair he abandoned.

"You are, are you?" His voice was a little lower, accent a little thicker. There was desire there, laced into each word but not dripping with it. Not yet. He smirked a little with the intentional mimicry of his own words from earlier, then leaned up to start up another slow, meandering kiss that had absolutely no hurry or urgency.

When it ended, he licked his own taste off Booker's lips and laid back against the concrete steps.

"Then I guess I'll have to be patient until you can stop kissing me, bello."

Booker groaned into he kiss meeting it with equal lazy enjoyment. Nicky's mouth was wicked and brilliant when he took the time to really kiss. All those years of Joe who adored kissing made Nicky just unbelievably good at it. Booker was helpless.

"If you keep kissing me like that it will be a long time." Booker's mouth felt a little sore from all the kissing but the good sort of sore that only served as a reminder of the earlier kiss.

He nibbled at Nicky's jaw to his ear and nipped at his ear lobe. "But that's what you like."

Nicky was not 'unbelievably' good at kissing. That was Joe's department. Nicky had picked up the skill in self-preservation. He just had a lot of practice.

He groaned a little as Booker nipped and nibbled his way over his skin, both hands coming up now to slide across Booker's sun warmed skin. And if the drips of water from his fingers was chilled in comparison to Booker's skin....well, he did enjoy a good reaction.

"You know what else I like, Sebastien?

You."

"Nicky." Booker ducked his head and rubbed a hand over his mouth. He didn't know how to handle such a simple admission. He would've done much better with one of Joe's romantic speeches.

He looked at Nicky with a little smirk. "You have me." He gestured to himself in all of his naked glory. "Every inch of me is yours at the moment. Entirely at your disposal."

It was easier on his old, aching heart to be sexual than genuine at the moment. Booker could let his hard dick do the thinking for him and save the sweet, soft confessions for after. Or maybe in the night. He didn't want to tear up right now.

He wanted to push it. Wanted to keep murmuring those quiet truths into Booker's ears in any language he could think of, just to make the man acknowledge them. Make him understand that he was loved. Was Nicky his wife? No. Of course not. He'd never try to take that title.

But that didn't mean that Booker was as alone as he'd felt he'd been for all those years.

Instead, he only leaned up to kiss him again, this time letting a little bit of that urgency into it. When he leaned back, that gentle smile was replaced with a small, wicked smirk.

"Every inch of you, hmm? So if I told you that I wanted you down my throat...?"

The mercy was appreciated. It would ruin the moment if Booker started to sob. There would always be doubt and guilt in the back of his mind but one of these days he would let the love be more.

It would not happen on the pool stairs this afternoon.

"I would say we need to get out of this pool." He stroked his hands down Nicky's chest and stomach deliberately teasing his cock with a few light brushes. "And I would offer myself up gladly to your talents."

That very skilled mouth translated to areas outside of kissing.

Nicky's 'very skilled mouth' was what happened when one had an oral fixation and nine hundred years to practice. He had to have something to balance out the fact that he spoke every language he knew with a thick accent. Including 'Italian'.

"Mmm..then I'd suggest we get out of the pool then, bello. After all, I do believe you promised to put your own mouth to use as well." He arched a brow, a hint of amusement in his expression. "But I can't move until you do. You seem to have me quite pinned."

No he didn't, but it was fun to plant the idea.

"And I love having you here." Booker leaned in close to emphasizes his bulk and the width of his shoulders. Then he kissed the tip of Nicky's nose and fell back into the water.

He came up on his feet and pushed his hair back. It was getting very long and the undercut was definitely not an undercut anymore. Booker really needed to clean up his look now that he had dragged himself out of the dark pit he had wallowed in.

Standing in front of Nicky naked and shameless Booker gestured for him to head up the stairs. "After you, mon coeur."

All of them, really, had given him his heart back.

Booker leaned in close to emphasize his bulk and size and for one particularly mean moment, Nicky considered driving his knee somewhere very unpleasant and flipping the man off of him and onto the concrete. It was a brief moment, though, the lip that was just starting to twitch upwards shocked still by the kiss to his nose.

Instead of lashing out, he chuckled and reached out to grab the handrail as he stood up. Calling Nicky by that particular nickname made any residual twinges of snippishness melt away and he reached out to cup the back of Booker's neck, pulling him in for another long, slow kiss.

As soon as it ended, he nipped at the corner of Booker's lips before turning and sauntering up the stairs and over to the lounge chair he'd left.

Nicky sauntering was a sight to behold. He had such a lovely grace to his hips and there was no denying he had a fine ass. Booker watched him for a minute before he followed like a devoted lover.

Which, he supposed, he was.

Booker caught up and pressed himself against Nicky's back. He wrapped his arms around him as he nuzzled against his neck. "How should we do this? I can sit first this time. You on top?"

The lounge chair was just a particularly skinny bed, after all.

He could feel Booker's eyes on his ass. He smirked, because that had been the point, after all. He didn't have a lot going for him in the physical department, his nose much too large and his eyes much too bruised looking, but he knew how to use what he did have. His smirk grew into a full on smile when Booker was suddenly pressed against his back, nuzzling and eager.

He turned in the man's arms, and kissed him again.

"I think there is nothing to stop us from indulging together, bello. Lay down on your back and scoot down so that your knees can bend and your feet can touch the ground."

Nicky was beautiful. If Booker had any idea he doubt it he would've grabbed Joe and together they would've kept going until Nicky believed them. He was incredible.

Booker cupped his face in his hands when Nicky turned around and held him into the kiss, slow and steady. Loved kissing, really he did.

"Don't say that." He nipped at Nicky's lip. "You say that and we'll definitely be cursed something will interrupt us."

Experience said he was right. But Booker took the risk and straddled the lounge chair then sat down. He held out a hand for Nicky to join him.

"Let them try, bello. Let them try." His grin showed just a hint of teeth as he reached back to lower the head of the lounge so that it laid back instead of propping them up. They needed to be flat for what Nicky had in mind.

"All the way..." He pressed a palm against Booker's chest, flicking his fingers over his nipple before gently pushing him back to lay flat. "Don't move. I don't want to knee you anywhere unpleasant." Which...probably didn't make a whole lot of sense.

Until Nicky swung a leg over Booker's chest, facing away from his head so that he could lean down and be up close and personal with Booker's cock. Which had the rather nice side effect of putting Booker up close and personal with Nicky's, once he shifted back and propped his knees against the frame of the lounge on either side of Booker's shoulders.

He glanced back to make sure that Booker was interested in the idea before he turned to flick his tongue over the head of Booker's cock.

"Please don't," he said as he stretched out. Booker couldn't help but stretch his arms over his head for the pleasant ache it brought his muscles then he settled his hands on Nicky's hips to help him stay steady.

He helped guide Nicky down until he could easily mouth at the head of his cock. Did Nicky really think he wouldn't be interested? His mouth was watering just at the sight of it so close. He flicked his tongue against the crown before carefully drawing it into his mouth.

Booker might need a minute to warm up because he was out of practice but he would make up for it in enthusiasm.

Booker needed a few minutes to reacquaint himself with the feeling of a cock his mouth, but Nicky had no such problem. His only issue, and it was a very small issue for him, was the fact that he had to hold himself up with his elbows so he couldn't actually use his hands at all.

It didn't really stop him from licking a wide stripe from root to tip, then groaning as little as he closed his mouth around Booker. He wasn't usually one for sloppy, but without the use of his hands he had to be inventive with his tongue to make sure the other man's cock was wet enough for him to slide easily over his skin.

That just so happened to mean that He bobbed his head only once before he was swallowing Booker down until his nose was buried in course hair.

Booker gripped Nicky's hips tightly as the other man swallowed his cock in one smooth go. He had to stop before he accidentally choked himself on Nicky's cock. Nicky didn't need his hands. The combination might actually kill him.

After a minute to get his head on straight and collect all the brain power that just went south to his dick Booker got back to bobbing on Nicky's cock, careful not to let it get too deep.

His hands kneading Nicky's ass. It's been too long since he touched him. The body under his hand was lean and strong and so fucking beautiful. Booker had his eyes closed but he could picture Nicky in his mind, the same vision he was the last time he was in bed with him.

He tried to keep Booker as deep as he could, but the combination of the angle and Booker's mouth on his own body proved to be a little too much. He pulled back and off, resting his forehead against Booker's hip for a moment as he groaned.

"Sebastien...." It was a reverent whisper against soft skin and Nicky could feel himself wanting to roll his hips down. He didn't...but they may have twitched a little under Booker's hands.

Once he felt like he had a little better control of himself, he nipped lightly at Booker's hip before he pushed himself back up and ran his tongue around the head of his cock before pulling him back into his mouth with tight, steady pressure.

Booker appreciated the pause while Nicky caught his breath. He didn't want this to end too quickly. It had been years, almost a century since he was last with Nicky. This should last. It should be thorough. He wanted that for himself and he wanted that for Nicky.

But that steady pressure and tight seal really was the best sort of torture. He braced against the ground and gently tested the water by rolling his hips up. After all this time he wasn't sure what Nicky could take. Probably more than this but Booker was gaining his own confidence back.

He gently took him deeper each time, settling into the rhythm and gaining confidence. The strain of his jaw and the occasional nudge against the back of his throat couldn't distract him. They might unmake each other.

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