:: 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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"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."

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Well that was, okay so that had him grinning like a fool because well-- he may just become spoiled from the contact; it may actually be hard to pry himself from Trick-- and because there was really no one to cleric at the castle currently, since Tish was busy being hounded by the Pentacles at the Festival of Winds, that meant that Trick really just could wait on his leisure.

"So if I sent a note to the Elesion that said that I was having a mental health crisis and needed my emotional support best friend giving me emotional support dick.. that'd be.. you know cool?"

Yes, cool-- as in like totally casual; as in Nicky was going to use that excuse to keep him maybe in bed for the next day. Nicky never did thing by half-measures, but then neither did Trick-- they both were extremely good at committing to the bit.

"Actually I won't send a note saying 'exactly' that.. but close."

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Trick was such a fucking smitten fool for that grin. Look at it. Look at Nicky when he was happy. His best friend was always attractive, but that smile -- oh that smile, and the way those blue eyes danced like they were made of flame -- made him so beautiful it had Trick's entire chest aching with it. He couldn't have stopped what he did next even if he tried. He surged forward to steal a kiss from those smiling lips.

"As your emotional support best friend, and as a cleric on the palace staff, I can say with certainty that you need time to rest and heal in peace solitude, and that I will personally need to oversee your recovery."

Totally cool. Totally casual. "Which is, as it so happens, entirely true, so we have that going for us."

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The kiss first surprised Nicky, and then because he was adaptable.. he leaned into that kiss, a soft mmmmf that stated his pleasure with the situation at hand; it was nice to be enthusiastically wanted like this and he had not comprehended the fact that he could grow addicted to it, but that was how he would fall blithely into this state of being.

"It is true.." and then he slid his hand very carefully, starting at the small of Trick's back and then upward until his hand pressed against the enticingly toned spot right between shoulder blades. He could appreciate Trick's physique.

"I will need lots and lots of bedrest, it is simply facts." and then he pressed a scratchy kiss to Trick's jawline in retaliation, a tit for tat. "And fluids, cannot forget the fluids."

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Trick was smiling even as Nicky kissed him back. Yes, it was still a mess probably, to be casually hooking up with (i) a prince (ii) of a country he'd been taken in as a secret refugee by and who was also (iii) his best friend that he (iv) just so happened to be completely and totally in love with. And yet here he was, back arching beneath that touch. Trick really was a human shaped cat.

Nicky was very much welcome to dot hat as much and as often as he liked.

"So much bed rest," he agreed solemnly before outright snorted at the cannot forget the fluids. Yup, no. Yup. "...you are so ridiculous. But yeah, definitely can't forget those."

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To be honest, Nicky was just as much of a cat in this moment-- the two of them curling up together on the couch as if they were meant to be here in this moment. "Great, I will send a note around tomorrow saying that I require your succor." Go on, tell him that he wasn't funny, Trick. It would likely do very little in terms of good since he would just continue on his merry way.

"It's all covered and it is all decided." and then he started to get up from the couch, and decided to shuck his pants right here and there. First came his trousers which he pulled off and threw off to the side, and then his tunic which had also moved off to reveal a lanky slender frame that did not even have a thought of muscle to it.

He was a wizard after all, and wizards were notorious for being squisky and likely breakable. It showed of course though to advantage the very light sprinkling of ginger hair on his chest, and also the rather disarming scatter of freckles. "Race you to bed?" now that he didn't have a raging hard-on in the way to prevent him from doing things like walking or thinking.

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"Fuck's sake, Nicky," Trick groaned, but there was laughter in it anyway, even as he gave his dearest friend another poke in his ribs. When Nicky moved to get up, Trick shifted out of his way, sitting on the edge of the sofa, going still as he realized Nicky was stripping.

Oh. Don't mind that Trick was watching the way a cat did when its eyes caught on something it fully intended on pouncing. He chewed on his lower lip as he looked at the other man. It was far from the first time he'd seen Nicky naked. They'd known each other forever, and neither of them was overly body shy, and they were good at getting up to shenanigans.

But this was the first time he'd really let himself overtly look, let his gaze linger, to really take him in.

He shook himself out of his gay panic stupor a moment later. "I swear, if you fall on your face..." That said, Trick leapt up, still clothed if rather rumpled, and made a dash for the stairs because he was, if nothing else, a competitive gremlin.

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A casual disregard for any and all propriety, that was Nicholas-- that was at most functions he had been at first chained to the Pentacles and then to Calypse, because more often then not a simple nudge would get him to not say exactly what he was thinking at the moment in question.

Was he noticing that Trick was oogling? Probably not, because he was just chuckling clothing-- and then he was taking off and with surprising dexterity for someone who had none whatsoever. Maybe it was the nakedness that did it, made him more aerodynamic but he nearly collided with Trick right before the stairs and then he was launching himself upward.

Maybe this was a mistake to run up the stairs like so but it was a risk he was willing to take, after all the practical part of him had already registered that Trick was a cleric and could attend to any boo-boos that occurred. They were both competitive gremlins, but that was part of why they meshed so well together, if they were on the opposite sides, they would try to take each other out as viciously as possible, but when they played card games with Cedric and Tish and were on the same team.

Now that was when the magic occurred.

"You have a healing spell!" was all that Nicky said as he darted upwards towards the loft where the bed and a majority of his personal things were located.

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"Having a cleric around is not license to injure yourself," Trick informed him as he scrambled up the steps two at a time, using his infuriatingly long legs to his advantage. Of course, if Nicky did wind up bruised or bleeding, Trick would immediately heal him without a second thought, but still.

STILL.

Either way, he was trying not to cackle madly in the process. They really did bring out the best and worst in each other simultaneously, and he was so relieved to see Nicky acting more like himself he couldn't even be truly cranky about anything even if he tried right now.

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There was one more chance to come out in the lead, and that was once he reached the landing, he jumped (which being naked, looked ridiculous) and then he was diving toward the bed hoping to of course get to flopping on the bed right before Trick got there. The two of them were indeed detrimental to each other's health and wellbeing.

So he may not have beat Trick by any stretch but he made a good showing and he most decidedly didn't crack his head open on anything hard like the floor or the bed post.

Contact though was a very squeaky bed and then he burst into laughter because yes, this was perhaps the most fun he'd had in a while and fuck but he needed it.. needed that release of laughter, of negative emotions, needed something to center him and make him feel like he wasn't so much a failure.

Like Trick was doing right now.

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Ridiculous and oh so very much Nicky. Trick was probably a little too charmed by him, because it slowed him down for just a moment to watch the ridiculous creature that he adored go leaping for the bed like some drunk and not very coordinated gazelle. Majestic. Beautiful. Gorgeous.

So Trick lost, but did he really? Because as he watched Nicky bounce in his landing on the bed, laughing and looking so at ease and happy, he sure felt like he was winning. Even so, he flopped onto his back on the bed beside Nicky. Trick was still fully clothed in stark contrast to the prince's stark nakedness.

"Guess you won. This time." And only this time.

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On his stomach, he slipped a hand underneath his pillow and pulled it toward him so that he could rest his head against it, which allowed him to look over at a still fully clothed Trick. For a moment he marveled at how beautiful his best friend was, in a intense and all in way-- and there was not a single moment that Nicky could recall when the other man wasn't firmly on his side.

"I think that the more incredible thing was that I didn't hurt myself in the last few minutes." He said with a smile, "Normally I would crash and you would heal me.. maybe these noodle legs aren't so bad after all."

He then surveyed the way that Trick looked and furrowed his brows in a effort of deep thinking. "Should I get some clothes on.. I am sorry for just stripping like that.."

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"Honestly, yeah. That is a miracle, and I'm not questioning it." At all. He would take this particular win and run with it. He rolled onto his side facing Nicky, kicking at those noodle legs. "They're pretty great legs, noodles or not."

He saw the thoughtful look on Nicky's face, not sure what had gotten the wheels in that brain turning. But oh.

Right yeah that.

"Don't you dare." This was when Trick moved, shoving at Nicky to get him to turn over, more or less pouncing onto him. "It'll just be more work ripping them off you. I would've joined you, but you know, there was a race to win."

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No one had ever called Nicholas pretty, he had always been a bright child with a gifted intelligence, he'd also been a scamp in one breath, and an angel in the other (he'd spent a lot of time in the kitchens as a child, conning the staff out of tarts and cookies) but this was.. yeah.

He flushed and so it was hard to realize that Trick had made a designated pounce at him and suddenly he was on his back and with Trick halfway on him, those blue eyes starting to blow wide; almost as if he was a hunted animal.. but it was such a beautifully thrilling feeling and he took in a deep breath.

"Yeah, and yet.. I still won." a smirk up at Trick then, because he could not help but tease him a little bit, wiggling a little bit underneath him.

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Trick smirked right back down at him. "Did you? I dunno. I kinda feel like the winner right now." He reached down to find Nicky's hands, moving to pin them over his head, grin widening. How could he be anything but winning given his current view, and the way those blue eyes were looking at him.

He shifted his leg then, moving to press his thigh up against Nicky's cock, slow and deliberate.

"What do you think?"

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The thing with Kirklands was that their body temperature was nearly physical with their arousal, it was not something that everyone knew, but it was there.. and the heat that radiated from Nicky was like a rush, a sudden flare of desire that was palpable. His lips parted and that was just to take in some breath that had been robbed from his mouth--

He'd also not expected Trick taking his hands to pin them over his head, that too was.. fucking hot.

"I.. think.." his voice was in danger of breaking, not in an awkward way but in a his tongue felt too thick for his mouth sort of way. "..that we are both winning right now." and Nicky would give his best friend that, even as his cock stirred with decided interest to the thigh that was right now moving and grinding into him.

In fact it had been his intention to cuddle in bed, maybe wake up and have a morning fuck.

But somewhere along the way, yeah-- that morning sex was gonna be happening, but also maybe right-now sex.