#andthey'll kiss and its cute

[reginamillls]

number 40 + yusufnicolo the sappiest shit the better 🥺

Making a goofy face until they notice and laugh.

The very nature of their lifestyle meant that on occasion they would piss off the wrong people, that paired with how unnaturally longed they lived meant that capture would be inevitable. Neither of them enjoyed it - especially after Quynh - but they could survive it as long as they had each other. 

Joe was thankful that their captors hadn’t thought to separate the two of them. This would just make the rescue easier for Andy and Booker. They could handle the pain, and both men were very patient. 

They were going to get so much shit for being captured whilst in bed. Joe had enough blackmail on Booker to quiet any teasing he would have, very little shamed Andy however so Joe and Nicky would just have to deal with her inevitable ribbing. 

Seeing their two family members smiling, even at their own misfortune of being caught with their pants around their ankles, literally. 

“Kind of them to allow us our pants,” Joe says casually, switching to dutch so their captors couldn’t understand what they were saying. Joe wasn’t completely sure what their end-goal was - most likely money as history has so typically proved over and over again - but so far the two of them have been left to their own devices. 

Half naked and chained up to the ceiling but still left alone - together. 

“We should send them a fruit basket,” Nicky replies dryly, rolling his head to look at Joe, trying to smile but wincing at the tight pull of his shoulders. Joe frowns, his eyebrows furrowing together as he watches his husband try and hide the shivers racking his body. Nicky ended up being chained underneath the down vent of the building, and the air hitting Nicky’s shirtless body could be nothing but uncomfortable at the height of winter. 

If Joe wasn’t in chains, he would wrap Nicky up in his arms and as many blankets, he could find. They’d drink warm tea - Nicky would tease him about the “obscene” amount of honey Joe would use - and Joe would press lazy kisses against the underside of Nicky’s sharp jaw as they watched whatever telenovela was on at the time. 

Joe made plans to do just that when they got out. 

“Hey-” Joe says sometime later when Nicky’s eyes had slipped shut, exhaustion painted on every line of his body. Occasionally his body would spasm from a mixture of pain and cold and Joe winced in sympathy. His own arms ached and the light directly above his head was proving to give Joe one hell of a migraine. He was tired and annoyed and his husband was in pain, and Joe could not get out of his cuffs. 

He needed a distraction. 

Nicky was Joe’s favorite distraction. 

“Yo Adrian -” Joe tilts his voice in the best Rocky impersonation he could muster, his face contorted into his best Sylvester Stallon expression. Nicky opens his eyes, looking entirely unimpressed, and raises an eyebrow. 

He’s heard Joe’s Rocky Balboa of plenty of times, this wasn’t going to break Nicky’s resolve to look as bored as possible. Joe would have to try a bit harder. 

“I’ll be back-” 

Nothing. 

“Say ‘ello to my little friend.” 

Not even a snort. 

“Nobody puts Baby in a corner.” 

Joe at least got a small twitch of the lips at that one. 

He’s about to break out his best Bill Murray impersonation when a very familiar axe breaks through the door of the room they were being kept in. 

“Here’s Andy!” Joe takes advantage of the situation, lowering his voice and shouting into the room, with an impersonation that he thinks would make Jack Nicholson proud. The men who captured them scramble into action but they’re easily taken out by the combined efforts of Andy and Booker. Not being able to do anything because again, he’s chained up at the moment, he turns to check on his husband. 

Nicky is still shaking, but instead of pain or cold, it's from suppressed laughter. 

Joe counts it as a win.