Malta

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This is a fairy tale of blood and bullets
It is the story of three men and three women and a small island between Italy and Africa.
This is a story about tragedy and pain, about healing and hope, but mostly it is about
love.

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There were very few people in the world that could bring Booker to this state. And they all happened to be in this house. Booker only felt safe enough to surrender like this with the others. No one else.

Booker begged for release in French and then as Nicky kept pounding at him into Occitan. It flowed so easily when he was lost in pleasure.

And when he did break and come all over himself Booker didn't even need Nicky's hand that he had spent the last five minutes begging for. Which Nicky probably knew which was why he didn't give Booker what he begged for.

Nicky was just the best lover.

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Nicky was not the best lover. He was simply an observant one. He was just as focused and sharp in bed as he was on a job, and the result was that he could dial in on each change in Booker's tone and pleas and be able to respond to them accordingly.

Watching Booker lose himself under him was a beautiful sight and Nicky drank in the sight of him, burning it into his memory so that he'd be able to describe it to Joe later.

His goal accomplished and his control no longer needed, he managed all of three more sharp thrusts before he was bowing to press his forehead against Booker's sternum, his grip on the man's hips hard enough to bruise as he came, Booker's name a haggard cry on his lips.

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Booker slid his hands down Nicky's back and held him close as they both came down from their orgasm induced high. This was the other part Booker really loved. Afterglow. Curled up against his lover catching his breath and just being close.

For all his reluctance and broken thoughts he really truly craved being close to the people he trusted. His affection was buried under years of grief and pain but right now none of those walls were up.

He curled shamelessly against Nicky and made sure he was wrapped around him. Yes, they were sticky and sweaty and gross but Booker did not care. He wanted his cuddles damn it and he would get them.

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They were going to hate themselves in a few hours when they were literally peeling themselves apart, but it was nothing that either of them hadn't dealt with before. A simple shower would solve all their problems, and if Booker was still feeling so indulgent, they could even take one together.

Nicky wrapped his arms around Booker, holding him close and kissing his hair as he waited for his breathing to even back out and for his body to stop trembling quite so much.

"I love you." He breathed the words against the man's hair, shaking his head and sliding his thumb along Booker's lips to keep him from speaking. "Sleep, amour mio. Let me hold you."

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"Love you." Booker turned his head and kissed Nicky's pulse. "You're mad if you think I'm leaving this bed anytime soon."

He closed his eyes though because sleep sounded like a fantastic idea. After an afternoon of lounging in the pool and then fantastic sex really took it out of a man.

And it might mean Nicky would catch a nap as well. The two of them were just the worst when it came to sleep. Except when Booker slept for entire days because he just couldn't be bothered to get out of bed.

Booker drifted off to sleep before he was even aware he was doing it. It just happened which was perfect really.