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London 1932:
Joe and Nicky had been separated for a year due to two missions: Joe went with Andy to Tokyo, while Nicky went with Booker to New York. They agreed to meet in London. Joe arrived first and spent the time waiting for Nicky, by setting up their home with the usual things: clothes, books, drawing materials, food, and a good bed. When Joe got the telegram that Nicky was about to enter the boat from New York, Joe felt even more like a giddy schoolgirl waiting for his love to arrive. Now nine days later, Joe was pacing the pier like a caged lion and it took everything in him, not to jump Nicky on the pier when he saw him. Instead, they walked next to each other towards their home.
"Book?" Joe asked.
"Left him in New York. Something about wanting to revisit Los Angels," Nicky replied. "And Andy?"
"She went to Russia. Wanted to collect some debt from a man named Ivan," Joe replied. "How was the boat journey?"
"Got time to read, but I missed your company," Nicky replied as he leaned a bit closer to Joe. There was no need for others to hear the next bit "Remember when we had fun in the cargo bay during that storm?"
"I haven't forgotten it or the other times," Joe replied with a smile. "Or that time we had our own boat."
Nicky laughed.
"Andy was right that we would have caught more fish if we hadn't been so busy with other things," Nicky said. "And have earned more money."
"That might be," Joe replied laughing. "But the fish got to live another day, and I got to look at a spectacular ass."
Joe said the last thing just as he closed the door after him to their home.
"Hopeless romantic," Nicky said as he placed his arms around Joe's neck. "How I have missed you."
Nicky kissed Joe who placed his arms around Nicky's back to pull him closer. As they kissed Joe's hands started to wander under Nicky's jacket and further down. When Joe reached Nicky's ass he froze.
"Something wrong?" Nicky asked. "Or are you already tired of kissing me?"
"Let's get one thing straight first: I'll never be tired of kissing you," Joe said. "And what are you wearing?"
"They're called jeans," Nicky replied as he took his jacket off and turned around. "Do you like them?"
Joe tilted his head while staring at the jeans. After a couple of seconds, Joe got Nicky to bend over which Nicky was more than happy to do.
"Where have you gotten those from?" Joe wanted to know as he ran a hand over the fabric. "They do wonders to your ass."
"In New York," Nicky replied. "And I guess you like them."
"Like doesn't even cover it," Joe replied impressed. "I can't believe I haven't seen jeans before."
Before Nicky could walk away, Joe caught him.
"You aren't going anywhere," Joe said. "I got big plans for you and your jeans. Starting with...."
Lima 2034:
"Please stop," Nile said. "I need to sleep tonight."
"I was just answering your question," Joe replied. "Nothing more or less."
Nile rolled her eyes before taking another bite of the Tres Leches cake.
"All I wanted to know was what your favourite piece of clothing is after all these years," Nile said. "Not another bedroom story."
"It's a great story," Joe said. "Are you sure you don't want the last part of the story?"
Nile stood up and took the plate with her. On the way into the living room, Nile shook her head when she saw Nicky.
"Did you overshare again?" Nicky asked as he sat down next to Joe.
"Not more than usual," Joe replied with a smirk. "I was just telling Nile about the first pair of jeans you bought. And what joy it brought us."
"That was a fun evening," Nicky said with a fond smile. "Should we do it again?"
"Is that even a question?" Joe wanted to know before kissing Nicky.
On the way to the bedroom, they had to walk through the living room.
"Please keep the noise to a minimum," Nile said. "As I said before. I need to sleep tonight."
"We'll behave," Nicky promised.
"Since when?" Joe wanted to know. "It isn't my fault that your...."
More Joe didn't get to say before Nicky dragged him into their bedroom.