FICTOBER18 DAY 7 PROMPT | “No worries, we still have time.”
fandom: Law and Order: SVU pairing: Nick Amaro/Diego brotp; motorcycle club AU, HS origin warnings: none
“We’re getting too old for this,” Nick mumbled in complaint in a lull of silence.
He and Diego were laying on the floor of the old tree house in Diego’s backyard. They were much too big for it now, but they let their heads stick out from under the roof, so that they could look up at that sky above them. Watery blue was giving way to rich indigo and with each passing moment more and more stars twinkled in the fading light.
“Speak for yourself,” Diego responded in contradiction, a laugh in his voice. “I feel young and spry. Besides, I think seventeen is a bit young to talk about being old, eh?”
Nick just sighed in response before propping himself up on an elbow in order to take another swig of the bottle he’d convinced a prospect to buy for him. Convinced was probably a strong word considering that really what he had done was make vague threats about involving Felipe and that had been enough to spur the prospect to action. He got lost in his thoughts again and Diego jostled his arm.
“Mighty heavy thoughts tonight, Nicky. What’s on your mind?” he asked.
“Everything is going to change soon,” Nick muttered. He took another sip from the bottle before passing it to Diego. Diego took it and sat up completely, pushing himself into a seat and slouching slightly so that his head didn’t hit the doorframe.
“Yeah. We’re all going to go off to college, start the next chapter in our lives. But change isn’t always a bad thing. No worries, we still have time,” Diego pointed out with a good natured smile.
Nick returned it weakly. His stomach was churning ever since he thought seriously about what he wanted to do after college. He didn’t think anyone would see it coming and he was nervous about everyone’s reaction.
“I’m not going to college, D,” Nick admitted. He scrubbed a hand over his hair and pushed some errant curls back from his face. Diego gave him a quizzical look, but remained silent. “I…I think I’m going to prospect. Guardianes.”
Diego’s eyebrows rose in the direction of his hairline and he tilted his head a little at his friend. Nick’s expression wasn’t quite covered in the dusk and Diego could tell that he was serious. Clearly it had been something on his mind for awhile.
“Guardianes,” Diego repeated slowly. “I—you can prospect after college. What’s the hurry?”
Nick shook his head. “I just, I don’t want to leave my mom, you know? Even though she’s good and she’s with Felipe…I’ve seen what he’s done for her, what he’s done for our community and I want to do that. I can always take classes at the community college, I’m still thinking about it, but I don’t want to move away.”
Diego clapped a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. “That’s okay. There’s no rule that you have to leave. I’ll be coming back for sure, after I graduate, although it sounds like we may be on opposite sides of the law by then,” Diego teased with another eager smile. At Nick’s stricken expression he hastened to tack on, “but nothing will change, hermano. You and me forever, eh? You can’t get ride of me if you tried.”
“I know, I’ve tried,” Nick joked in a dry voice. Diego rolled his eyes and laughed and Nick smiled regretfully. “Prometes?”
warnings for v mild anxiety attack, after effects of torture and SOA/Mayans MC typical language + violence
“Well, well, well,” Ryan drawled. “The golden boy has arrived.”
The metal door creaked open, protesting loudly with metal on metal making you cringe, and Sonny stepped into the room. You felt your body sag into the chair in momentary relief. You had heard the demands Ryan had made and they’d sounded impossible to achieve in one day, let alone in the one hour he had given Sonny. Judging by the mostly confident posture of Sonny before you, he must have figured something out. You smiled a little behind the gag and pushed back against the ache that was throbbing so insistently in your body that you felt like you may fly into pieces at any moment.
He dropped the black gym bag at his feet while he grudgingly consented to a rough pat down by one of Ryan’s men. Sonny’s eyes roved over you and you tried to convey that you were okay. Mostly. You had little doubt that the after effects of this would linger in your dreams far longer than it would take for your hand to heal, but it did no good to think about that now. The main priority was for the two of you to make it out of this alive. Together.
“You’ll get the other half of the money when she walks out of here safely,” Sonny told Ryan gruffly.
“We have to make the tortellini from scratch,” Sonny was arguing with you from the other side of the kitchen. You were lounging against the counter behind you and you raised your wine glass in the air to gesture as you replied.
“Why? It’ll taste the same,” you contradicted, ignoring Sonny’s squawk of indignation. “Seriously. It’s just for us. I could see if we were inviting people over or taking it somewhere, but what is the point of doing all of that work?”
“All of that work!? Store bought tortellini tastes like cardboard and has the consistency of glue once it gets into soup. I refuse to eat that. We have to make them all from scratch,” Sonny asserted firmly.
You rolled your eyes took a sip of your wine as he sliced off a piece of cheese from the board in front of him and paired it with a piece of fresh bread. Sunday was your day that you all meal planned together and everything was almost done for your week so you were planning ahead to the following week. You had seen on the weather report that it was supposed to be rainy so you suggested making some soup, but Sonny and you had gotten stuck over whether or not the tortellini going in the soup had to be handmade or could be store bought.
To your right Nick was working on some pumpkin pies to bring into the office. It was weeks before Thanksgiving, but he insisted on practice making them completely from scratch because he wanted the ones made on Thanksgiving later to be perfect. The aroma of vanilla and cinnamon was wafting through the air and later you’d have to bribe one of them to save a slice for you to bring back home. You opened your mouth for a bite of Sonny’s bread and cheese and although he made a face at you he offered it to you easily enough. You licked his finger unnecessarily, giving him a coquettish look and he ducked his head to try to hide his smile.
“Are you going to make all of the tortellini from scratch?” you asked after you had swallowed. “Because I have a feeling that you’re going to get tired and then try to rope in Nick or I. And since I advocated for store bought you’re going to have to do a lot to convince me to lend you these.” You fluttered your fingers and winked.
“I can think of at least three things off the top of my head that would con—”
“I’m baking pumpkin pies, and unless you want to help, get the hell out of the kitchen,” Nick interrupted Sonny suddenly.
You and Sonny exchanged a look and you raised your eyebrows before setting your wine glass down and turning to look at Nick. He pulling the crust out of the oven that he had blind baked for a few moments and you regarded him curiously. With another glance at Sonny you took a step towards Nick and came up behind him to wrap your arms around his torso.
“I take it you’re sick of us talking about tortellini,” you teased. Your voice was slightly muffled against the softness of the worn t-shirt he was wearing and you felt him sigh.
“I’m trying to concentrate,” he grumbled. “I don’t want to mess these pies up.”
“I thought they were practice,” Sonny pointed out in confusion.
Nick huffed again. “Just because they’re practice doesn’t mean I don’t want them to go well.”
You rolled your eyes, but pressed a kiss against the expanse of Nick’s back. “I bet they’re going to taste perfect. Can’t wait to try a slice,” you started.
“I’m taking them to w—”
“After you take them to work and Sonny sneaks me a piece home,” you interrupted Nick smoothly. “Sonny and I will take our wine and cheese in the other room, get out of your hair.” You let one of your hands trail down Nick’s front and ghost against his crotch. “When you’re done, come and let us take your mind off of these pies, hmm?”
Nick’s breathing deepened a little bit and you could tell that he wasn’t really that annoyed with you or Sonny. You smiled in response and reached up to press a kiss to the back of his neck before pulling away. Nick caught your wrist before you could back away completely and he turned slightly towards you, pies momentarily forgotten.
“Save me some wine?” he asked with a slightly apologetic expression.
“I’ll be drinking it off of Sonny’s abs when you come in, if you don’t hurry up,” you teased and you slipped out of his grip and swatted his butt lightly before turning to Sonny and exiting the room. Sonny’s muffled laughter followed behind you and you smiled before turning and resuming the conversation about tortellini.
My SVU obsession has finally manifested beyond watching and I forgot how much I like fanfic. These writers are A++ 10/10 would read again.
@eclecticminded thank you so much! I’m happy to hear in an help you escape for awhile. Reading fics helped with my depression and anxiety as well. Writing has really been an escape.
“Hey. There’s my girl.” Sonny blew you a kiss. “I miss you, doll. So do the kids. How is your conference?”
You caught and blew one back. “It’s actually a great conference. I miss you all too babe. I’ll be home tomorrow night. Where are the babushkas?”
“Already in bed. They were tired, well, I was tired.” Sonny chuckled.
“I totally understand. How is your Ma enjoying being with the kids?” As much as Sonny loved his Mom you were sure she was driving him crazy by now.
“She’s on cloud nine.” Sonny was quiet for a minute, his demeanor changed. “You are so beautiful. Did I mention how much I missed you?”
“Mmm…I think you may have told me. So, everyone is in bed?” You reached behind you, unhooked your bra and through at Sonny’s image. “Now, you lose something.”
“I’ll lose it all right now.” Sonny stood and was down to his boxer briefs in no time. “Now you.” His voice was husky and his Staten Island accent became thicker.
Giggling you repositioned your laptop so it had a wider view of the room. With your back to the camera, you pulled the tank top over your head and discarded it on the floor. Sonny was biting his bottom lip when you peeked at him over your shoulder. Hooking your thumbs in the waistband of your cotton shorts you slowly slid thenm down your legs. leaving nothing but your panties.
“So sexy. Touch yourself.” Sonny ordered. He had moved to lie on the bed with his phone.
Your hands slid over your skin, down your side and up to your chest. You reached your breasts and gently brushed over your nipples making them harden. “Mmm… feels good.”
Sonny panned the camera down his torso to show you how much he was enjoying the show. “Look what you do to me doll.” His hand massaged his erection through his underwear.
“Yeah. I make you hard babe? Touching myself like this?” With nimble fingers, you pushed your panties to the side. A finger slid through your soaking core. “Oh, Sonny. I am so wet. You turn me on so much. All I can think about is your big cock sinking into my hot, wet pussy.”
You heard him rummage in his bedside stand. Sonny pushed his boxers briefs down his hips, his erection springing free. With one hand he squeezed lube onto his cock then slowly started stroking. “Look at me doll. I’m rock hard. Imagining plunging into the sweet little pussy.” His stroking became faster and is grip tightened.
Your breath caught as you slid a finger into your core, while your thumb circled the sensitive nub. “Fuck that feels good. Can’t wait until tomorrow when it’s really you inside me. Hmmm…God.” You added a second finger. This wasn’t going to last long. And when Sonny swung the phone back to his face you knew he wouldn’t last long either.
“Oh, fu-” His hips bucked up gliding his erection smoothly through his grasp.
“Sonny. Oh God Sonny.” Your body released, clenching around your fingers.
Sonny moaned. You watched as he came, his cum running down his cock and hand. You grinned as he opened his eyes. “Still miss me?” You asked.
“Hmmm… that helped a bit. Hold on. Jus’ gonna clean up.” Sonny reappeared a couple minutes later. You had freshened up a bit and redressed as well. “I need to write a thank you note to the person that created Skype.” Sonny remarked with a smirk.
“Indeed.” The silence stretched between you and Sonny. “I don’t want to hang up. Stay on until I fall asleep?”
“Yeah, doll. I like that idea. Good night. I love you.” Sonny kissed the screen.
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