:: NICKY & TRICK - Valdora ::

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So, come to find out.. Calypse had been none too amused by the entire shenanigans that had happened at the Graduation Ceremony. This was standard behavior for the Kirkland siblings-- they could fight like cats and dogs, but they had been quite united on this front and had been waiting for this exact moment to sneak into the Lunar Caverns and attempt to find King Eadrick Kirkland's dagger, the one that Nicholas had lost in there on his own Graduation ceremony.

It had been a point of honour for the both of them to find it and whatever strange magic that had taken the dagger and bring it back to it's rightful place.

And right now Nicholas was sitting on one of the benches at Queensglaive Park, lightly twirling it between his fingertips and staring intently at it. He'd used it to cut Calypse out of the Dark Energy when they had been pitted against each other, it had been the start of a relationship.

Now? It was the end.

The words went through his mind, of course they did. There had been a lot that had been said in hurt and anger, including the fact that Calypse could not be with someone who did not respect his position more, their position more; and he'd let Calypse go because the thing was that Nicholas did not. He knew this, being Prince meant little to him in the grand scheme of things; the sword had been more 'bringing back a keepsake' then doing something for the good of the crown. They were different people and they wanted different things, Calypse wanted to climb his ambitions and Nicholas? He had ambitions but they were as far apart as possible from bloodlines and crowns.

And now he was stuck in Valdora and unable to go to Lethe to attend the Festival of the Winds (per directive of the Pentacles, and he'd been dumped. He'd closed up Shadowspires for a few days and the first day he'd laid there on the couch and stared up at the ceiling with his blue eyes slightly glazed, almost tempted to burn everything that was a culmulation of the past five years.

Instead he'd just messaged Trick, asking him to meet him in the park.

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Trick did not miss the way that Nicky reacted to the touch, and took it as full encouragement to continue, fingers teasing and twining through that thick, dark hair, never looking away from Calypse. Good. The hatred was entirely mutual.

In fact, Trick would glower until the Fallon was finally out with the door firmly shut behind him. That was right. Out and don't ever come back. He was thoroughly turned on by Nicky asserting himself at the preening peacock who deserved a swift kick to some delicate part of his anatomy.

Once Calypse was gone, Trick turned to nuzzle against Nicky's cheek gently. "You okay?"

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Nicholas was highly anxious in social settings and was liable to put his foot in his mouth, this was not the case--- this was completely venom and he was comfortable with saying that to his ex, though he did turn in those arms and clung to Trick as he rested his forehead against that shoulder. "I'll be fine.. I shouldn't let it get to me.. just a little bit angry right now."

And also he was a bit horny himself, but that was because of how Trick had kissed him earlier. The one pro of that interaction was that he'd gone through most of it with a hard-on and it had not been given by Calypse which, yeah that was something. Perhaps that was a bit of spite on his part. Not his intention by any means, kissing Trick had not been to piss Calypse off but it did have a wonderful unplanned side effect.

"Fuck him... except for me, never again." and then he snorted because it made sense in his head what he'd said.

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"Please. You were restrained more than he deserved." Trick supported Nicky being pissed off, was in full support of that venom. Calypse had earned it and more, so far as Trick was concerned.

He held Nicky though, letting his fingers card through his hair still, half soothing yes, but with that still slightly possessive note to it. His Nicky. His best friend. His secret (no longer secret?) crush. His everything.

It took him a moment to follow that statement, but he found himself laughing. "Never again." Like, ever. Please. Trick would find a way to make himself be happy for whoever it was that Nicky eventually fell in love with, as long as they treated the other man right, as long as they understood how amazing he was and how lucky they were to have him. As long as they made him happy.

But in the meantime. "So... did you want to, you know, 'slum it'?"

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Why did that feel so fucking good, having Trick's fingers comb through his hair. If he had the capabilities to purr, he would've already done so. Instead he heard the words and looked up and was once again faced with the proximity of Trick, the intensity radiating off of him that had never daunted Nicky in the slightest.

He remembered the kiss, the coursing of spirits through his bloodstream was reminding him that Trick was here and he was horny, and it felt like Trick was.. propositioning him.

"Are you...?" a raise of his brow, though perhaps the corner of his mouth twitched in a manner that was not really shocked, ready to roll with it. He was drunk and well, Trick was very attractive though he'd always been respectful of their friendship and understood the proper boundaries. ".. are you asking me if I want to fuck, Trick?"

Always a straightshooter, except really there was nothing straight about how he was feeling right now.

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Trick blinked at the bluntness of the question -- as to be expected of Nicholas Kirkland -- before bursting out into what could really only be described as giggling. He was still giggling when he nodded and answered. "Yeah, I am. I'm asking if you want to fuck."

Well spotted, Nicky.

"To fuck me in particular, just so we're clear." Those were the parameters, though he added, after a moment. "I mean, I'm flexible as to who does the fucking and who does the getting fucked, but just. You and me, is what I'm trying to get at here."

And then he just hung his head, still fighting the giggles. "I'm going to stop talking now."

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Listen, it was best to be clear and upfront about what was being placed on the table. The idea that they could just do that, that he could do it with just anyone because he was a free person, unattached. Not that he would have thought of it because initiating a fuck involved a lot of random small talk that Nicky was not prepared to engage in for just seconds worth of orgasm.

But oh how the wheels where alcohol turning in his alchohol head; he would not have to do that-- no small talk involved, typical discussions with Trick usually started with some heavy or frivolous topic that was as far away from the weather as possible and was more like 'if poison reaches it's expiry date, does it become more poisonous or not poisonous at all?" or "If you rip a hole in a net, there's actually fewer holes in it then there was before."

"Okay, so first.. I think you are seriously misjudging my ability to pull anyone or my want to, and secondly, yeah I'd like to fuck." and then resting their foreheads together. "I've fucked but never been fucked... Calypse never liked to..." there was a lot of things that Calypse had not liked to do and Nicky was not such a person that he would ever ask for something specific, just happy to get whatever.

"I'm not picky.. probably."

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More sober heads might see this for the terrible mistake that it was, not because Trick didn't want this, didn't want Nicky with all his heart, but because he did. Oh he very much very completely did.

But critical thinking would have to wait for clearer minds, and right now all he could think of was Nicholas and how he wanted him. Now.

"You should be picky. What you want matters. Or it should matter to your lover." Another pause. "Not that... not that I'm calling myself your lover or anything."

Bros. They were bros being bros.

His fingers curled into that hair where they were still buried, a gentle little tug. Trick leaned in close again, because he had noticed how lovely Nicky had reacted for him earlier. "So, Baby... tell me what you want, mm?"

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There was that 'baby' again that had such a visceral effect on him, so much that if Trick listened a little bit after he said that, he'd hear a hitched breath-- he could feel it all against his spine the way that it had been purred-- it was a promise wrapped up in the pretty package of a dick tightning word. Oh yeah, he liked that quite a bit and would not mind if Trick called him baby, it made him feel nice and the word had a cherishing quality toit.

Instead of truly answering the question, his arm draped around Trick's shoulder and then the Prince kissed the other man again, tasting that sex laden mouth and the promise of it-- and pressing flush against Trick, it was clear that Nicky was very hard underneath his trousers.

No, he liked kissing and that was an excellent way to start whatever this bro thing was, with his teeth tugging at lower lip while he swayed and rocked into Trick-- he was highly enthusiastic and did have a sex drive that he did not give nearly enough attention to-- Trick wanted to have sex with him... that felt wild.

"Think we can get upstairs without.." another lap at that lower lip before nibbling, "fucking on the steps?" not that Nicky would mind to be honest, he'd take anything that Trick was willing to give; the Prince though knew that he would likely embarrass himself with his clingy neediness but the alcohol left him bereft of any inhibitions he may have had otherwise.

And an uninhibited Nicky was a dangerous Nicky.

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Oh kissing was a very compelling answer. Trick found himself extremely persuaded by this argument of Nicky's, yes. Nicky could have whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. Trick had just decided this here and now. And that decision was cemented forever when his best friend pressed up against him and he could distinctly feel that arousal pressing against him. But then Nicky would feel Trick's as well; Little Trick was extremely interested.

He half leaned after that kiss, even as Nicky spoke, quite happy to nip at the words as he answered, "Only one way to find out."

But Trick would try to get them up the stairs because Nicky and gravity were in too deep and personal a grudge match to really tempt fate that much with stair fucking.

LITTLE TRICK OH MY GOD

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Best not to attempt to fuck on the stairs, the stairs would likely never let the two of them live it down.

But it was hard, in all senses of the word to stop kissing the other man because he had just discovered that Trick was very nice to kiss, the mouth tasted like the best whiskey he had ever had and it was primarily because Trick's mouth lent it that certain flavor to it. Good, they were on the same page, and in his nearly drunken state (far less agile then regular Nicky and that was saying much) he then said with a opened mouth kiss to the chin and the sharp line of jaw.

"We could also fuck down here... there's a couch."

That everyone sat on during regular business hours, it was fine.. the door was locked, was it locked? He wasn't sure, but he was pretty sure he had put the 'closed' sign up. Really Nicky was nothing if not enthusiastic. "Not graceful even when sober, would hate to.. kill us accidentally--" cockblocked by death was not the ideal way to go.

IT'S HIS FAMILIAR OKAY

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"You really need to learn Dimension Door," Trick informed him, but there was a grin on his face, even as he let his head fall to the side to encourage more of that mouth exploring his skin. He sighed a soft, pleased sound.

"There is a couch."

And dying en route would be generally the worst thing that ever happened to him in his life. Like, no. He was this close to sleeping with Nicholas Kirkland; he would not die just short of that goal. No sir.

And in furtherance of that, he decided to help himself to undoing Nicky's buttons. "Wherever we end up, you're wearing way too damn much."

LITTLE TRICKIE THE DICKIE

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Nicky would give him that much, that he was wearing too much.

Arguably, Trick was wearing too much as well. Now that they had mutually decided not to scale the steps of impending death, that made these steps much easier-- also it was far more conducive to get naked right here and now.. so he was already reaching down to undo the fastenings of Trick's belt as he bit at the jawline presented, a very careful bite that would leave a mark and which was totally unintentional but would be there come morning.

"Call me baby again.." Nicky said near breathlessly, once the click of belt sounded a death knell, his hand moved to cup the arousal underneath his hand, rubbing at the fabric with his palm while a surge of powerful lust went right through him; fuck he was horny right now.. and specifically for Trick. "Is this for me?"

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Oh there were way too many clothes involved in this particular moment. So he just continued his determined and deliberate attack on those buttons, struggling only a little more than he would have liked because impatience was a hell of a drug. And, well, Nicky was a divine sort of distraction.

A soft, approving hiss at that bite. More of that would be fine too, thanks.

He opened his mouth to do exactly what Nicky had asked him to do, but instead that hand found his prick through his trousers, and instead he as moaning lowly. "All for you, Baby... you have no idea what you do to me." Well okay maybe he had an idea, given the way that hand was toying at his arousal.

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There was absolutely no doubt that Trick was excited underneath pants, he could feel the long hard line of it and he was nearly ambitiously and ruthlessly attending to it with hands that etched warmth just outside the fabric, and then he was pulling Trick toward the couch and with him walking backward which really was probably not the best thing to do.

And be damned but that he almost tripped backward on the coffee table that was very much in the way; the back of his calves being clipped and he might have bitten a bit too hard, but perhaps that was sexy in a way, and thankfully Nicky's hand did not grip any tighter, just his palm only casually pressed inward to the shaft giving it a bit more pressure.

The Prince was clearly a danger to himself and possibly to Trick-- they were livin' la nerdy loca.

"Fuck..." why couldn't he think, maybe it was the way that the 'baby' had caused his prick to throb in the most painfully obvious way.

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Trick would follow Nicky anywhere pretty much always, and right now? Nicky may as well have been the Pied Piper because Trick was entirely enchanted. It might have something to do with the fact that he was entirely obsessed with the taste of those lips. It might have something to do with the hand teasing at his cock. Who could say.

Either way, he followed, hand darting out to settle at the small of Nicky's back when he nearly tripped over the coffee table. The biting was welcome, thanks, and Trick growled a sound of pleasure and approval at it. Yup he was in danger. He liked it.

"Yeah, that's definitely the plan," Trick agreed, waiting until they were at the sofa before giving Nicky an almost-gentle shove towards it.

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Nicky absolutely laughed at Trick's words even as his bottom hit the couch squabs. Although then he was quick to reach for Trick, to hook his finger in waistband and tug him forward, tug him toward him. If there was one thing that Nicky was exceedingly good with-- it was his mouth, it was both the pros and cons of dating him in any form and fashion. Once Trick was within destruction range, he leaned in and motuhed against the crotch of those pants, and then his tongue darted out to swipe a trail as it followed the line of prick underneath fabric.

He left a trail up until the cockhead and then he made a concerted effort where he could feel the tip, and then he was pushing against fabric, pressing as he was able and making a saliva-laden mess.

It was not fair for Nicky to be the only one to swear, so he was using all of his efforts of what he was used to in order to drive Trick to a special form of distraction.

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Trick, even though he probably should have because of how well he knew Nicky, did not expect to have his cock attacked by that mouth while his pants were still on. So his voice caught in a gasp that tumbled out in a low, throaty groan.

"Oh... Fuck." There it was, Nicky. The profanity that conveyed so much with that single syllable, the need that was rising in intensity and in heat and stripping any change for rational, coherent thought about anything but Nicky right out of his head. His fingers buried into his hair again, gripping without consciously realizing he was.

"You... are a menace.."

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Mission was accomplished, that mouth could display a startling amount of hubris but right now it was committing the clothed outline of Trick's prick to memory, all wet and hot before he pulled his head back and then started on the fastenings, a heh underneath his breath as his eyes slid up to look at Trick-- blue eyes blown wide, a few strands of auburn red hair tickling against his cheeks and forehead.

"I want to suck you." he murmured even as with purported enthusiasm, he pulled the fabric apart after unbuttoning the top, and then let out a near sigh as Trick's dick came into view, just the head, and then he leaned in and pressed his tongue very lightly at that spot just underneath head.

They were past asking for permission now, really.

"Fuck, Trick.." he breathed before he drew his tongue over cockhead, closing his head as the taste of his best friend assaulted his drunken senses. Oh yes, fuck that was a good flavor-- he liked it a lot, all musk and the barest hint of something sweet.. maybe it was the pineapple on the pizza, who could say? He alternated suck and licks against velvety skin, open mouth kisses and swipes of tongue.

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Okay. Well. Fuck. How was he supposed to survive Nicky? It was endearing in aw ay to see that his best friend charged forward in this as he did in every other aspect of his life -- head first.

Haha.

He was just drunk enough that this thought had a near manic giggle slipping from his lips before he could stop it. Giggling was very quickly subsumed by the groan that he could not have hoped to quiet when those lips wrapped around the head of his prick with nothing in between. His fingers gripped tighter in auburn hair as his cock strained for full freedom where it was still half in and half out of his trousers.

"Nicky..." he breathed that name like a prayer. "Your mouth is going to be a problem. I can tell." The best problem he could possibly imagine.

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Nicky pulled away from Trick for a brief moment, his lips full and slightly slick with precome, his blue eyes dancing like flames and giggling as well as he blew some hair out of his eyes-- damn hair, an inconvenience for the auburn hair that was his mane so to speak. "Do you want me to stop?" he inquired even as he reached inside Tricks pants with a hand until he was cupping those balls to feel how much come they held within them.

He found he liked the way that Trick seemed to be delighted with this, it was very good for his ego and fuck he needed that in some intrinsic way, to be wanted and desired, to please someone and know he was pleasing them. He'd not wanted a boyfriend or girlfriend, but he did want this.. with Trick, especially with those patterns of Trick's personality shining through; affection raced through his blood stream.

Just keep telling him that he was doing good, and he would be absolute putty in your hands, Trick.

Within his rummaging though, the cock managed to itself unpinned and lightly bapped Nicky on the nose, because velocity and inertia still existed in this alcohol-tinted world. "Fuck..."

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"Don't... don't you dare stop. Please don't stop." Trick was not the type to play coy, at least, was usually quite blunt about what was on his mind. So maybe it wasn't surprising that he was equally as expressive in this either. He'd let the secret of how badly he wanted Nicky escape, and it was free and in the open air, and there would be no putting it back down deep in the shadows where he'd consigned it to.

And then Nicky was drawing his arousal free and Trick's hips rocked reflexively towards that touch, which probably did not help with the way Nicky's got booped on the nose by his dick.

Another breathless laugh. "Please, please do not get a black eye from Little Trick. I am not explaining that one to Tish."

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"Little Trick?!" Nicky asked nearly incredulously, as if being socked in the eye with a cock would ever stop him, but it was true that this was the first time that it had ever happened to him, but the fact that it was with his best friend made it all the more ridiculous. Instead he mouthed against it, giving Trick a look. "I can play nice with Little Trickie." and then to prove his point, he slid it in his mouth once again.

This time he took the other man in three inches, though he was well equipped to be able to do more, already his mouth was lathing saliva and making the prick in his mouth wet and slick; he did not act with very much finesse but perhaps that was a good thing, because this was wholly Nicky who was performing this act on Trick.

There was no way that you could separate the two entities, because he did not pretend for anyone nor did ne want to-- he was at his core Nicky and that would never change, clearly in a bed situation like this. The prince also had some choice words for Tish better butting out of his life, but that was cut off by the way that he could feel the vein on the underside throb at his tongue's touched, he let out a moan and worked it in another inch, swallowing Trick down and relaxing his throat.

Soon Trick would be able to feel the beard of Nicky's chin touch his balls as the Prince took him into root.

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"...What?? What do you call yours??" Shut up Nicky. Shut all the way up. Trick was blushing, but Nicky was indeed shutting up given that suddenly that smart, ridiculous, absolutely beautiful glorious mouth was wrapped around his prick and Trick was nearly seeing stars.

Did Nicky understand that Trick was a stupid pent up virgin? Because he was. And this was going to kill him, but he'd die happy. Oh he'd die so fucking happy. He watched with wide eyed, blue chased to the slimmest halo around blown pupils, as Nicky took his cock inch by inch.

He choked on the sound that seemed to well up from his toes. A tighter grip at Nicky's hair, and Trick very nearly doubled over.]

Merde... putain... t'es parfait..." Congrats, Nicky, you'd knocked Trick back to his first language because most of his braincells had entirely given up trying to function.

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Sorry, Nicky cannot answer the phone right now.. he was too busy sucking Trick's dick. Nicky would have been surprised though that Trick was a virgin, in Nicky's mind it would've been more suited to be himself because of the awkwardness that held onto him like a mantle. Although, he rumbled at the back of his throat when he heard that sigh as it emmerged from lip, at this moment nothing existed for Nicky but Trick's groans-- the Prince was definitely a pleaser when it came to his partners, which perhaps had only inspired his ex to take more and more.

Hold that thought, he would answer it later when he got the other guy to fill his mouth up; that was really want he wanted and thus he bounced his mouth up and down on that cock while his hands continued to squeeze velvet heavy balls as if he was encouraging Trick to come.. and with no real sign of stopping for the time being.

The faster he moved, the filthier the noises became and Nicky looked up to catch that gaze and then he was holding Trick's hips and inviting him to fuck his mouth to help bring himself off; making somewhat choking sounds but fuck Trick tasted so good and he wanted to swallow down every last possible drop.

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Trick was a man with an active imagination, had spent more than one lonely night with his hand around himself, picturing something rather like this. But uh, his fantasies had not come close at all to how good Nicky's mouth felt around him, how hot and wet, how slick the slide of that tongue.

He would not last like this, but he was starting to get the sense that Nicky was very deliberately trying to make him come with that talented mouth, even if Trick hadn't had a chance to properly touch Nicky yet. He would address that very, very soon. He could hear each obscene, wet sound as his best friend swallowed down his prick.

A rock of his hips at that encouragement, mindful to not be too rough or make things difficult for Nicky, but oh he had to fuck that hot little mouth. Nicky's mouth was clearly one of the most dangerous things in the universe, partially for the things that came out of it on a daily basis but also for what he could do with it. What a thing to learn, and one he would never forget.

Trick managed to wrest himself back out of his first language, back into Common so he could warn, soft and low. "I'm going to come, baby... I can't hold out anymore..." So if Nicky wanted to not have his mouth absolutely flooded, he needed to retreat now.