peace_inthe_violence

He could feel his chest tightening as Booker spoke, resting their foreheads together and settling their bodies in next to each other. He loved this man, that much he'd always known. Differently than he loved Joe, but no less. It had hurt him when Booker had pulled away from them after they'd spent so long earning the man's trust.

He hadn't expected it to hurt to get him back, too.

Leaving the bottle to warm, he smoothed his hands along the Frenchman's sides and chest, letting his fingers relearn the shape of him. "I've missed you, Sebastien. I had begun to lose hope that this day would come. Thank you. Thank you for coming back to us, bello." And for all their hard, lust filled kisses that had started down by the pool, this one was soft and sweet and nothing but love.

Booker felt his heart crack open and it hurt a little to hear such tender things. He knew that Nicky meant every single word with absolute sincerity. How many times could he apologize for his own broken heart and soul?

"I should thank you for not giving up on me," he said, his voice a little heavier with emotion, accent a little thicker. "And for welcoming me back... for wanting me back after all this time and all the pain I caused you."

He hadn't been unaware of what his pulling away did to the rest of them but... he had thought it was better for them all. Booker could be very stupid. He kissed him tenderly, slowly, just... kissing him like that could communicate how much Nicky meant to him.

"I will always welcome you back. I will always want you. I will always love you, even when your mind tells you that it would be better if I didn't." Each sentence was punctuated with a kiss and the last with a small nip of Nicky's teeth against Booker's full lower lip. As if he could drive the message home a little more if he tried hard enough.

He hoped that he could.

He kissed his way along the corner of Booker's lips, then softly up over his cheekbones and back around to lightly trace the shell of the man's ear with his nose. Down to his jawline, and finally along his neck until he could gently press his teeth against Booker's pulse point. Normally, he would work a mark up over fair skin, but this time he only kissed the spot.

Booker bit his lower lip to keep himself from saying something stupid about not deserve such things. He knew that would just make Nicky more persistent in proving the words true. They would be here all afternoon like that.

He shivered softly as Nicky trailed kisses over his skin. Booker felt each one like a little bit of electricity sparked somewhere else in his body. His hands wandered slowly over Nicky's skin, caressing.

He was still sun warmed and soft. Booker could feel the warmth between them slowly building into a heat, something that might burn them when it got too intense. That was the whole point though.

They were going to be there all afternoon anyway. Especially considering how much they had slowed things down from their rather inspired start in the pool.

Of course, Nicky was used to long marathons of being hard enough to pound nails but still only making out. Sebastien, probably a little less so. Or rather, he'd probably lost some practice at it. Nicky had absolutely no problems with helping him remember the skill. He had every intention of making love to this man in his bed, not just fucking him.

Using his hands on Booker's chest, he pushed the man over onto his back, nudging his legs apart with his knees until he could lay himself between them, fitting their bodies together as he kissed his way down Booker's chest.

At the pool Booker had used his raw good looks to draw Nicky in, a little uncertain that something softer would get him anywhere. Now... he was a little more open to something gentle and slow.

Booker rubbed his calf against Nicky as he settled there. The slow, careful attention was already getting to him. Booker's cock stirred and started to flush getting ready for this second round.

This was his favorite sort of sex, after all. Slow and careful and meaningful. Booker really loved the meaningful. He petted his fingers through Nicky's hair and really settled back, eyes closed. He'd get no fight out of Booker right now.

This was entirely about feeling. The bright, fast passion from the pool had cooled with Booker's orgasm, leaving them aching for each other but no longer rushed. That combined with their immortality assisted refractory periods and they could do this all day.

Nicky had every intention of keeping Booker his hostage for as long as he could get away with it.

Sealing his lips around one of Booker's nipples, he grazed his teeth over it, hopefully distracting the other man from how he reached for the bottle of lube at their side. He wanted it to be a surprise when he sat up and reached between them to trace Booker's rim with slick fingers.

There really wasn't anything more pressing Booker needed to do today. If Nicky wanted to keep him in bed it wouldn't that hard to convince him. It would be a long, fun, exhausting day.

"Fuck," he groaned, a jolt of pleasure going through him. His nipples weren't extremely sensitive but it always felt like something better when someone else did it. And Nicky with his very talented mouth definitely distracted him like that.

He tensed a little when he felt Nicky's slick fingers but only because he was surprised. Booker chuckled at himself and then relaxed. "Mm, sneaky you clever bastard."

Booker cursed at him and he chuckled, leaning down to press a gentle kiss against whatever bit of skin he could comfortably reach. His flicked his tongue over the patch of skin, then shifted his knees and stretched himself out so that he could kiss Booker properly.

While he did do, and Booker was pleasantly engaged in said kiss, he slid a finger into him. Just up to the first knuckle. Just enough to tease his rim and test to see if Booker was going to be too tense for anything more.

"Still with me, bello?"

Every little kiss and touch was welcome. Booker could focus on that more than the now unfamiliar feeling of Nicky's finger easing into him. It was not uncomfortable but different and gave him a weird sense of deja vu.

God, he hoped he didn't turn into a blushing virgin like he had the first time he was alone in bed with Nicky.

"Si. Still with you." He rubbed his cheek against Nicky's. "No where else I'd rather be."

No one else he'd rather rediscover this with. Nicky would treat him right even if he did suddenly get nervous or stupid. He really didn't deserve Nicky's love but Booker was greedy and would take it anyway.

"Good. Tell me if it becomes to much?" It was both a statement and a request, and Nicky followed it up with a soft kiss. "We have all the time in the world, bello. Just you and I. There is no need to rush this."

Booker might not think he deserved Nicky's love, but he had it anyway. Even if he did get adorably flustered like he had all those years ago the first time they'd found themselves alone in a bed. The memory brought a smile to his lips and he leaned down to murmur softly into Booker's ear at the same time as he pushed that finger all the way inside of him.

"Stay with me, Sebastien. Stay right here with me."

"I will."

If he was ever uncomfortable or it hurt, he would let Nicky know right away. Booker wanted to enjoy this as well and that wouldn't happen if he was an idiot. His desire to please could go bad sometimes.

He gasped softly as he was stretched. It wasn't painful just different. New, almost, because it had been so long.

"God, Nicolo, stop thinking I'm going anywhere," he said with a rough laugh. "Mmm, staying right here."

Booker kissed him deeply. Nicky needed to stop worrying. Booker was going to lay back and enjoy this.

He moved his finger the entire time they were kissing, gently thrusting up into him with small, shallow motions. Just getting him used to the sensation again, to the idea of being touched there. One finger wasn't all that much of a stretch, but Nicky didn't want to startle Booker into tensing.

"Just making sure, bello. I remember you being very adorably shy when you get lost in your own thoughts." He smirked, leaning down to scrape his teeth lightly over Booker's collarbone as he eased a second finger inside. "But you take my breath away when you let me take you apart like this."

"Shut up." Booker nipped at Nicky's lower lip. "You're a married man and I'm an idiot."

He had definitely overthought it their first time together without Joe. Booker didn't know why it had mattered at the time when Joe and Nicky had both reassured him it was okay. That they both loved him and wanted him.

He gripped Nicky's hair tightly at the stretch of two fingers. Now he was really aware of what was happening. Damn, that little strain was good. Still different but good. "You always ruin me."

In the best way. Nicky would leave him unable to speak even his first language. Booker loved it. It took him out of his head like few things did.

He chuckled, giving Booker a fond look as he slowly started to work his fingers inside of him. He was patient enough to make sure that this would be good for the other man, even if Booker himself wasn't patient enough to let him. For now, however, he seemed perfectly content to be still under his attentions and Nicky pressed his advantage with a gentle scissoring of his fingers.

"Mmm-hmm. You do realize that I'm still a married man, right?" Of course he had to tease while he grazed his fingertips against his prostate for the first time.

"Ah!" Booker gasped and clutched at Nicky's shoulders. Oh, he had forgotten that pleasure. Fuck, it was so good. Intense. Burning. He relaxed against the bed, chewing his lower lip for a moment.

Then he punched Nicky's shoulder lightly. "Yes, I know you're married. Don't be an ass."

He met Nicky's eyes his own glowing with passion and amusement. "We should seduce your husband together later."

He laughed softly at that punch, not at all offended or put off. He was being a teasing jerk and he knew it. It was just far too much fun to see Booker slowly lose his ability to think coherently and the best way to do that was to keep the man talking.

"You think you'll be able to speak later?" He stretched a bit to nip at Booker's earlobe as he thrust those fingers into him, harder than before and intentionally just barely brushing his prostate. "That is adorable, bello..."

"Shut up." Though Booker didn't really mean that. He liked the sound of Nicky's voice while his hands were on him, while his fingers were in him. "I don't need words to seduce him."

He could always just lie there in bed and look thoroughly ruined. That had done the trick in the past.

Booker turned his head and caught Nicky in a hard kiss.

"Did you just call my husband ea-" He was cut off by that hard kiss and Nicky moaned into it, pressing into it and taking Booker's lower lip between his teeth. He twisted his fingers to press his knuckles against Booker's rim, tugging at it lightly to judge how receptive he would be to another finger.

If he tensed, he'd go back to sweet kisses and stretching. But if he didn't, then Nicky was quick to ease his fingers back and when they slid back up into the man, there was a third to further stretch him.

Booker did tense. He couldn't help himself when it had been this long. They could spend hours kissing with Nicky's fingers in him just getting him ready if Nicky only based it on how his body reacted.

He should focus on how hard Booker was now, cock pressed against his hip. How much he pushed into the kiss and the shameless sounds he kept making.

And yes, he called Joe easy. The man was but for just the two of them.

Calling Joe easy was like calling water wet. The man was attracted to people. All people. He could find beauty absolutely everywhere and in everything and that was one of the reasons that Nicky loved him with every fiber of his being.

He loved Booker for different reasons, but one of them...one of them was the way that he surrendered so beautifully to their love. He never hid the fact that he didn't think he deserved it, but that didn't stop him from basking in their affection like some overgrown tom cat.

Nicky smiled against the man's lips, licking his way back into his mouth for another kiss as he finally relented and sank that third finger into him. "I love that look on your face, Sebastien."

"What look?" Booker's brain was fuzzy with pleasure. It was hard to think through the warm ache settling through his body from head to toe. Nicky really knew what he was doing with those kisses and his fingers. Booker was a mess already and they hadn't even fucked yet.

But that's always what happened. Nicky did everything in his power to drag him out of his head into the physical where everything felt good and glorious. Where he felt good instead of weighted down by guilt and grief and a brain wired wrong.

He tangled his fingers in Nicky's hair. His eyes were wild with passion when they met Nicky's. Booker was right there, close to simply giving over every inch of his body and soul to Nicky to look after.

"The look that says you want nothing more than for me to take you apart." He kissed him, light and teasing. "That you want me to hurry up and have you." Another kiss, this time at the corner of his lips. "That if I don't hurry, you'll start to beg..."

He grinned, ghosting feather light kisses along Booker's jaw and neck, nipping his teeth against his pulse just as he twisted his fingers enough to graze his prostate for the first time with all three fingers in place.

"I love you, Sebastien."

"You like it when I beg." Booker turned his head and nuzzled against Nicky's hair. He grabbed Nicky's shoulder seconds later when those wicked fingers finally gave him a heavy rush of pleasure.

His cock jumped where it was pinned between them. Goddamn, that was so good. Booker whined a little and ground his hips down against Nicky's fingers, seeking more. He could get so greedy.

"I love you." He really needed to say that a lot more. Until Nicky believed it and never felt like he didn't ever again.

He could have pressed for more. Could have kept Booker suspended on his fingers, stroking him from the inside until the man feel apart and begged. Because Booker was right. He did like it when he begged.

But then Booker whined in his ear and his body was so perfectly greedy for more and..well, Nicky didn't have the heart to deny him any longer. Call him a hopeless (or incurable) romantic, but he'd missed this man. Missed him in the bedroom, yes, but he'd missed his voice in his ear, his laughter in the air. He missed the glint in Booker's eye when the man was planning something adorably stupid.

He missed those three little words murmured softly in that annoying French accent.

Sitting up, he smoothed his free hand down the man's chest, keeping him in place as he settled himself on his knees between Booker's spread legs. He gave the man two more rolling thrusts of his fingers, then eased them back and out, already reaching for the lube to coat his cock. He probably should have stretched him a bit more, but he was impatient.

He lined himself up and rocked forward, pressing until Booker's body yielded to him and he could press himself into the man's body with small, rolling motions of his hips.

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