:: 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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All right, so that was pretty clear, wasn't it? Nicky was determined, and Trick wasn't really in the business of denying his best friend much of anything. He sure as hell wasn't going to argue when Nicky wanted him to come.

His fingers tightened their grip on Nicky's hair. Another rock of his hips, another, chasing the climax that was growing ever closer. He gasped out again, language failing him entirely again, except for shaping Nicky's name like it was the only important concept in all of reality.

And then he was coming, spilling himself inside that wicked mouth, emptying every last drop of his seed.

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Alright, so Nicky had not expected that it would be that much; but the great about Nicky was that seemingly the dexterity did not affect his mouth and he was indeed able to field every single droplet and with nary a spill, working to swallow every single bit with only a little bit of choking, while those muscles of his throat worked around Trick.

And then once he was sure, he slid off of Trick's cock and then fell back against the couch. He ran the back of his hand over his mouth but just to make sure that there was no lingering stray. "Fuck..." he said almost breathless as if he had been the one that had just come and not Trick.

Honestly, he had not expected Trick to come that much but he was not complaining.

His fingers trailed up over clothed flank since there was still pants on Trick and he gave the other man a smirk that was fairly insolent and more than a little smug-- part of that smugness was the whiskey, he knew. "You liked that?"

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Trick needed a moment, to wait for his vision to come back from whiting out, to remember how to breathe. When he came back to his senses enough to think, he looked down at Nicky just in time to see that smirk, to hear that question.

"Smug asshole," he accused, but there was a grin on his own face and he was, without any warning, moving to land himself straddling Nicky's lap, leaning close to curl his fingers into the front of his shirt and pull him close to kiss that smug (deservedly so) smirk.

"Yeah," he half growled to his lips in between kissing. "I liked it. Fuck. That was amazing. You're amazing." Another kiss, searing, hungered, and he drew back to shift down and start unfastening Nicky's pants because now Trick had a mission he was very intent on completing.

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The first thing that Trick tasted was himself on those lips; the beard was still neat but the mouth was slick and wet with the way that his tongue had been swiping his lips to re-memorize the taste. And then Trick was undoing his own pants, and yeah he wanted that too-- wanted whatever it was that Trick was going to do to him, it was fine it really was.

They were best friends and well they were just easing something inside; he was not worrying overmuch that it would ruin the friendship, because Trick just called him a smug asshole which okay, he'd been doing that for years.. and with Nicky calling him not much better. The growl coupled with Trick's assertion that it had been amusing did do something quite impressive.

He had been nursing a hard-on underneath his trousers but somehow that made him even harder-- he wasn't even aware that you could get harder than hard but here they were. The growl made him dizzy, he tried to follow those lips like something needy-- but time was a wierd soup, time was even wierder underneath the affects of whiskey and he was moving in slow motion like he was caught in a vat of honey.

"I don't ever remember being this fucking hard, Trick." he didn't, not really. He was actually pretty tame until Nicky held in close and started that danger analogy, as if Nicky could resist anything that started with a D and ended in 'anger'.

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It was surprisingly thrilling to taste himself on Nicky's mouth -- not something he'd experienced before. But it was very sexy, the way it was an undeniable and lovely bit of evidence of Nicky having so eagerly and effectively sucked his sou out of his dick. Damn it. God he was a menace in the best possible way.

He got the prince's trousers open, looking up with a grin stretching over his face. "That a fact? All for me?" And since Nicky was that hard, Trick took some pity on him, slipping his fingers inside pants to draw his prick free so that he could wrap his hand around him properly, to discover the length and girth of him, curious and eager.

"Would you like me to suck your cock, Baby?" He asked as he began stroking said cock, thumb dragging up and along the veined underside, teasing along the ridged head before smearing the percome he found at the slit. "Because fuck I really, really want to."

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What was this, someone being enthusiastic about sucking his cock? This was strange magic indeed, but fuck fuck fuck Nicky wanted that and he was trying not to be too excited about it-- but truth be told there was really not a casual bone in Nicky's body-- it was either awkward or enthusiasm, with no clear middle ground either way.

"Fuck yes, please." he murmured as almost immediately his hand found purchase in hair that perpetually looked like a cyclone had run through it and he would let Trick do whatever he wanted to him.

His own cock was hard and pale, with the head a darker rose-- he definitely had the cock of a redhead, and then there was the length and size which was rather nice all things told, it had a very subtle curve to it and when Trick had unbuttoned his pants it all but popped out. It looked just about as eager as Nicky was at this moment, it was clear that there was a sharing of the braincell at this point.

He was all but hissing out at pleasure the moment that Trick started to stroke, his hips arching up off the seat in something that he was unable to control. "I need it, Trick.. need you."

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"Well, you did say please."

Trick was grinning, entirely pleased with himself at the moment because, well, even if this was a terrible idea here he was with his best friend pleading for him to suck him off, and really. How was that possibly a bad thing? Nope, Trick was winning. Totally winning.

The liquor might have something to do with that reaction, but that didn't mean it was wrong, now did it?

So Trick quite happily, quite eagerly, shimmied his way down until he was draped comfortably between the prince's legs. And then nothing was in his way, face to face with that rigid, swollen prick. "Tell me if I do it wrong, okay?" The first hint that this was new for Trick, but that would he all he'd say before doing what he did first and charging forth head first.

His first approach was indulging his own desire to properly taste Nicky, a swipe of his tongue along the head of his cock, humming at the taste of precome beading there, and then continuing on, mouthing and licking down along his shaft, further down until he could lave his tongue over and along those balls, heavy with come that Trick entirely intended to relieve them of.

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Did Nicky think that Trick was new to this? Well it didn't seem like it, but then Nicky had not gotten his cock sucked all that much so he may have not have known what it was to expect from a 'proper' blowjob such as the one that Trick was right now giving him-- but oh, it was perfect, especially at the first swipe of tongue against his cockhead to swipe up precome.

A groan came from his mouth, back of his mouth like a purr and his own mouth parted; oh yes his eyes felt like donuts like how they were glazing over at this moment.. and he fingered his way through Trick's hair with something akin to a clench. "Oh, I think you're doing it right." his voice was breathless and husky with desire.

Oh no, his balls.. his balls softly clenched in response and his eyes fell closed while he let out yet another toe-curling hum. "Fuck..." yeah, he was a fan of this, a big fucking fan of every route that Trick's mouth too. This did not feel strange at all, perhaps it should've but he trusted Trick and Trick wanted to do this.. and Nicky had wanted to suck Trick off so like it was a mutual thing in the moment.

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Trick was a quick learner, and he was incredibly motivated right now. God knows he had imagined this for years now, on those quiet nights alone. So in typical Trick fashion, he held nothing back, no hesitation and no second guessing. Instead he was trying to fight a smile at that fuck from Nicky's lips, which was incredibly rewarding. Good.

And since the prince seemed to be a fan of him, Trick was happy to lavish attention on those heavy sacs, taking one into his mouth to suckle, then the other.

Then he'd work his way up along that length once more before wrapping his lips around Nicky properly, taking just the head of his cock to suck at and tease his tongue around.

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The Prince was not sure if he should pull on that hair, he was not quite sure what was allowed, his free hand moved to dig into the couch cushions, his other hand only lightly scraped against scalp while he let out a feverish sigh, his hips lifting up from the couch once that sweet wet heat engulfed him, sending him firmly aflame with the feeling of his cock being sucked in the most perfect way imaginable; honestly Trick did not need to have finesse, he just had to enjoy it to turn Nicky on.

And the sounds he was making, greedy audible sounds-- the sucks and the murmurs of pleasure had Nicky utterly beside himself.

"You know I'm not gonna be able to..." hold out, that was the word he was looking for however vocab seemed to have evaded him for the time being, drawing him into a world where only visceral pleasure existed. "You're perfect.. gonna make me.." yes Trick was absolutely gonna make him do that. And the good news is that Nicky was unable to have any sort of chill about this, or be casual about it-- no, he was going to show Trick how much he liked it with every sincere bone in his body (protip, all his bones were sincere)

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Oh good god was it allowed. Trick would have to make Nicky understand that Nicky was allowed to do whatever it was that he wanted, and oh Trick would very much be in favor of it. For now though Trick was taking each delicious reaction as encouragement, too indulge his own desire and hunger for more. He took Nicky further into his mouth, tongue flat along the underside of his prick to guide him into his mouth.

There was a moment where the head of the prince's cock hit the back of his throat and had him gagging, but Trick was far too stubborn to let that stop him. Instead, as he was so prone to doing, he treated his limitations as both affronts to himself personally and as a challenge to be overcome.

He whimpered around him, low and encouraging, eyes looking up to Nicky. The silent unspoken sentiment was good, come. Come and let him drink down that seed. Trick's cheeks hollowed around the dick in his mouth, trying to coax Nicky to let go for him.

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Such attentions to his cock was not going to have him last long and perhaps it was only a little bit embarassing; but it was messy and it was sloppy and he was a big fan of the feel of Trick's saliva right on his prick; wet and decadent. He slouched a little bit on that couch as he saw fuck Trick take most of him in and that was nearly the breaking point, he angled his head upward, closing his eyes and giving Trick a rather nice view of his neck, the way that he seemed to be swallowing for air.

The look also did it too, the look definitely did it, the sort of look that was going to send him over the edge.

Right now he was not too content on lasting, and while alcohol dick was probably a thing he obviously hadn't consumed nearly enough whiskey where that would be a problem, no that just made his body all the more alive, with each nerve ending on fire.

"Fuck...." and then because warning had been giving, he came-- it was hard and fast, and probably a bit more seed then would've been expected, it had been a while since he'd gotten his dick suck and his sacs had likely gone in overtime keeping up with supply over demand, he would flood Trick's mouth if Trick wasn't on his toes.

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Trick was going to have a full on pavlovian response to the way that Nicky said fuck before too long. Because it was hot as hell to hear his prince so vehemently wanting, so thoroughly lost in pleasure. It might be a problem.

He'd think on that later.

Right now he was far too busy fielding the sudden torrent of seed that was filling his mouth. This was his first time having a dick in his mouth (He wasn't quite flexible enough for his own, and his cock was the only one he was familiar with in any way so) and the first time having one come in his mouth. But it was his Nicky, and he wanted to drink down every drop of him.

Trick was the determined type, and it was true in this as well. He only let Nicky's length slip from his lips when he was certain that he was fully spent, his tongue still lingering and licking at it even as it did, as if reluctant to let it go, to have this be over.

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The moment that Nicky spent, he became something akin to jelly-- all of his limbs lost their tension and he flagged back against the couch as his breath came heavy and fast from the force of his orgasm and his quickened pulse; one hand halfway over his eyes; and unfortunately for Trick-- those fucks still came out of his mouth in rapid succession.

But now it was a happy and quite contented, "Fuck..." that was more purr than groan.

"That was so fucking good..." the best that he'd ever had; admittedly he'd not had many-- and they had veered largely into the 'pity' or 'good behavior blowjobs' but that did not feel like either of those. "Wow, Trick.." no words except for fucks, his vocabulary had been struck from his brain for the time being, left with exclaimations..and Trick's name.

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Trick swiped the back of his hand across his mouth -- lips shiny from saliva and semen both, and he chased the taste of the latter with a swipe of his tongue as he looked down at Nicky. It was his turn to look smug, so he did, grinning as he shifted to drag himself up along Nicky's body before flopping mostly on top of him.

"Yeah? You liked it?"

He asked even as he nuzzled his way at that bearded jaw, leaving a kiss there, apparently not done with being close and touchy and cozy. "Because I liked it. A lot."

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"Glad that you got the memo that you are contractually obligated to cuddle after something like that." he said as he wrapped his arms around Trick and let his head fall back against the cushions. "Of course I liked it, I would be a real idiot if I didn't like it." he didn't want to ask where Trick got those skills from, but they were pretty fucking impressive, he had never come so hard in his life then that moment when Trick had swallowed his entire cock down like it was a personal challenge.

The good news about Nicky is that there was no way that he was going push Trick away, no he liked the weight of the other guy on top of him-- like a anxiety blanket. "Guess we both liked it them, yeah that's good.. makes things a lot less complicated." but it was complicated he just didn't want to believe that it wasn't.

Unless of course they made it not complicated, via an agreement of sorts. "Makes this whole 'stuck in Valdora' thing a lot better, makes the whole 'miss out on the airship races' a lot better too." and that was high praise considering that Nicky utterly lived for the Airship Races.

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"Mm... you're warm. I'm comfy. Not moving." Go ahead, Nicky. Try to order him off by royal decree or something. Trick would find that hilarious. He'd get a real good laugh out of it. But he was too busy grinning at Nicky saying he liked it. So he didn't think twice about lifting his head just enough to catch Nicky's lips with his own.

Yup. Not done with kissing anyway.

"What's gotta be complicated anyway? We both liked it. It was fun. I'm single and hot. You're single and hot." Trick was also in full on denial of the complicatedness of the whole affair. It was fine. Conceal don't feal. This would be fine.

Ah hubris, his old dear friend.

"Look, all I'm saying is... if you wanna do this again, I'd be down to. Like... really really down to. With you. And Me." Just you know, things friends totally did, Nicky.

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This was logic at it's lowest common denominator, all the way until Trick said he was single (yes, true) and hot (decidedly less true...?) He was redheaded and nerdy, and though his eligibility was extoled by the Pentacles, he refused to believe he was attractive to anyone who was not looking beyond that and to the royal family.

"So firstly, you are full of bullshit with the me being hot thing but also you have a good idea.." about doing it again, Nicky had no qualms with that.. would like to do it frequently as was conceivable to do so-- and there was also lips that kissed him.. fuck he liked kisses.

He could not think of a world in which they were discovered, and at this moment it did not matter.

Discretion was not Nicky's strong suit but everything sounded like a good idea and already he was drifting off in a haze of post orgasm clarity.

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"You're too smart to be so dumb," Trick informed him, giving Nicky a very deliberate jab in his skinny ass ribs. "You're fucking beautiful. Fight me if you want. I'll win." And then he'd have to gloat, and no one wanted that at all.

Besides kissing was way more fun than fighting. He'd like to keep doing that too, thanks.

"But yeah, exactly. Good idea, right? Not so bad slumming it?" Another snicker as he repeated Calypse's words. Trick knew that his identity had to be a secret, closely kept. It would put him in danger if it came out. But part of him thought he really might enjoy watching Calypse choke on his own tongue if he found out.

Even imagining it had him chuckling because yeah, that'd be great. And Trick was a bad person. Oh well.

"You comfy like this, Baby? Or should we take the post sex cuddling up to a bed?"

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"You're right, you will win." he was not going to argue but it still did feel pretty weird to be called hot when he knew he was not, but he also knew that Trick could punch him in his wizard arm lightly and it'd still hurt-- so he'd let it slide. The 'baby' though did cause that same thrill to flow through him, and it was hard not to hide his face from the many conflicting things that it was making him feel.

"I'm a comfortable noodle right now." he said this as he allowed his fingers to curl in those locks of hair that never wanted to stay in place, it was an endearing part of Trick. "Though I feel like I should retaliate with a pet name for you of my own, so you feel how I feel."

You know, it was still about retaliation and one-upping the other, they were best friends and also as competitive as the summer day was long; that would not change no matter the new things they added to this friendship-- and this was an add-on right?

"But I'd like to say that I was not slumming it.. with you; you had access to the palace that a lot of others did not, you were there when my parents died." Nicky had not been particularly upset by his father, his father had been an untouchable sort, a good ruler but that was all he focused on.. it had been his mother that had hit him the hardest and Patrick had been there to comfort him. "I don't care what anyone else says on the matter and I certainly am not going to listen to Calypse ever again"

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"Damn straight I'll win," Trick agreed. Because Nicky was made of pretty ginger tissue paper. He resettled, comfortable and pleased. "Mmhmm. Good noodle." Best noodle, really. Trick cuddled his way in, lifting his head again curiously. "Retaliate away, Baby. I'm dying to see what you come up with."

It was a game of escalation between them, as it was in all things. They were too wise to woo peaceably.

A laugh at the slumming it, but he quickly grew serious. "Yeah, I know. I'm glad I was there with you. I knew what it was like to lose a family, and being alone is the worst part of it. And... all that pedigree nonsense. None of that has ever mattered to you. Titles or bloodlines. It's kind of something I've always admired about you." That Nicky was more interested in people for who they were not what they were or who their parents were or what titles they had to their name. "Calypse is the exact opposite. It's all titles and appearances and pedigrees with him."

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"Give me time and I will launch one at you when you least expect it." You know, in a bro way-- casual, because people called their bros 'Baby' all the time, it was real normal. Though he did listen to Trick and he almost melted into a miasma of fondness.

"I think everyone at their core wants to be understood as who they are as a person as opposed to the family they were born into... but I understand family pride and wanting to fufill expectations but there comes a point where all of that could get stripped away and then you have to do some figuring quick."

Shifting then so that he could look at Trick, the both of them were so sex-mussed but since the first time since the Graduation Ceremony night he was happy and it was all because of Trick.

"Thank you.. for making me feel better-- and also suckiny my cock, that was nice too."

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"I'll brace myself for the eventual drop of the bomb," Trick assured him, before adding, wicked and teasing. "Bring it on, baby."

He could take whatever it was. He thought. He'd never had a pet name used on him but shh. It was fine. He'd totally be cool and not a flustered mess or anything. He was pretty sure.

"Yeah, you do. Very fast..." Trick agreed, and for a moment there, his expression went distant, seeing something a long way away and a long time ago. And sometimes you were lucky enough to be delivered to someone who looked at your sad, lost little face and decided you looked like a friend, and giving you a home and a life and a place safe enough to heal.

Mostly heal. Trick realized the rage he had in him was probably not the healthiest thing to carry around. But he mostly managed to keep it subdued, a presence that lingered deep beneath the dark waters of his soul and only surfaced very rarely.

He met Nicky's eyes with a smile, letting his hand rest against the prince's cheek, gently. "Look. I'll be by your side no matter what, whether you're sad or pissed or scared... but I want you to be happy. You look happier now. And by god, if that means sucking you off or getting my dick sucked every day, then I am prepared to face that clearly harrowing ordeal." He grinned, utterly unapologetic. "Maybe next time we see what else might be nice, too."

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By nature, Nicholas Kirkland-- with those he was close to, was an exceedingly affectionate man. It was the very nature of him to be that warm comforting hearth fire whereas his sister was the purifying flames of the Elementals own will. He displayed it without hesitation when he was comfortable, and so there was no thought about the way that his fingers stroked through Trick's hair, fingers massaging the scalp with each touch.

"Every day? Gods, Trick..." not a special treat for good behavior, what? Not used as currency, or something to be traded? He could not even begin to fathom that much less internalize a situation where it could be any different.

I mean really, how later was later?

"Do you..." he was careful to broach this, they had decided to do this again but.. he wasn't sure if there was a set time frame or even how things like this went, how did you just do casual like this? "Want to do this in the very near future...." and then quickly, "Oh say.. after we get our-- stamina back" this was a question, because Nicky was stuck here in Valdora with nothing else to do for the next week and that was a lot of time for him to be without any sort of gainful employment.

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Trick was a fan of Nicky's affectionate nature. If the Prince had not been quite so generous with it, Trick may have withdrawn into himself fully as a lost, frightened kid. Trick had never been the touchy one of the family -- that had been Liam, who'd gotten both the extrovert and the physically affectionate genes -- but with those he was the closest to, he'd made exceptions. As a young child, it was his parents and brother and his nanny. Now it was Nicky, sometimes Indy.

And Trick was currently melting beneath the petting through his hair. If he were a cat, he'd be purring away happily.

If he were a cat, Jella would've murdered him by now. So you know. Probably best he wasn't.

He started to laugh -- cackle really -- at the every day because like, yeah, Nicky. Every day. But then he stopped and lifted his head to peek at him at that hesitant question.

"Yes." Zero hesitation, barely waiting until Nicky got the question out to answer him, giving an eager, vehement little nod. "Yup. Yeah. Definitely."