PSL for devozione

[stillthrillsme]

Joe closes the door and locks it, hesitating for a second before he grabs a chair and jams it under the door handle. There. No-one is getting in for a while and it's just Nicolo and him, as it should be.

He leans against the wall, his shoulders slumping a little in exhaustion, and watches Nicky. Nicky, who still has blood on his face and unidentified goop in his hair. Nicky, whose shirt is torn by multiple bullet holes and whose eyes are still too wide, too sharp. Nicky, who was tortured for hours by a mad scientist after their own brother sold them out to a pharmaceutical company.

Joe can feel his anger ignite in the pit of his stomach again, rising up from his chest to his head like a searing wave, making his eyebrows furrow and his eyes go dark and flat. It's lucky for Booker that Andy forcibly separated them and took him in. Joe is not a man who delights in violence, but he thinks he would make an exception just this once.

Pushing away from the wall he steps closer, reaching out to rub at a spot of dried blood on Nicky's jaw. It doesn't budge. He stares at it helplessly, looking up to meet Nicky's eyes. "Shower?" he offers, quietly. 

Comments

[devozione]

It doesn't surprise Nicky at all to feel Joe's hands go for the back of his head. He grimaces. Not because of any pain -- no, the wound has long since healed, nasty as it was -- but rather to think of the gore that might still be there in his hair. His eyes flickers to the washbasin as Joe tosses something away. He figures it's best not to ask what.

"I feel like a mess," he agrees, before placing a gentle kiss to Joe's lips.

They've gotten lost in their passions, more than a few times before, but this kiss is one of simple gratitude and reassurance. It doesn't last too long, and when Nicky pulls back, it's with a small smile and a lingering hand against Joe's chest.

"We won't leave her alone...well, not for much longer." His glance goes back over his shoulder for just a moment. "We really could use that shower."

[stillthrillsme]

Best not, though Joe would tell him, if Nicky asked. They've seen each other with all sorts of horrible injuries through the many centuries they've spent together, and while Joe always hates seeing Nicky suffer, he's not squeamish when it comes to gore.

He welcomes the kiss with a soft hum, his hands resting on Nicky's shoulders, squeezing. It's a gentle kiss, soft and reassuring, and Joe takes it, letting it soothe his temper. He smiles at Nicky's request, small but fond, his eyes crinkling a little at the corners. "We really could."

His fingers trail down Nicky's arm to take his hand even as he turns around to start the shower, removing the rest of his clothes as it warms. He'll get in first, putting his face into the stream of water for a few seconds before he steps away, making room. "Come in," he beckons, smiling to Nicky, droplets of water in his eyelashes.