Let Freedom Ring ~ Day 1

Saturday - 30 June 2012

Nick had nearly missed his flight to Baltimore thanks to two drunk assholes on a traffic stop. As soon as he and Rico had pulled them over, the passenger decided it was a good idea to jump out and act like a belligerent fucktard. While Rico took care of the driver, Nick had gone over to try and get the scrub under control. Unfortunately the fucker was not tamable and didn’t want to listen to reason, swinging his arms and screaming obscenities, so Nick grabbed his arm, trying to get him against the car so he could place him under arrest. Nick’s mind was carelessly already on his weekend so he wasn’t fast enough when the guy spun away, wrenching Nick’s bad shoulder in the process, and reached into the car to pull out a tire iron. He aimed for Nick’s ribs and Nick curled and tightened his muscles to lessen the impact of the blow. It still stung, but he winded up wincing more when his phone went flying and shattered on the ground thinking, Damn, second one in a month.

In the end, seeing red from the pain and loss of yet another phone, he wrestled the dick weed into the back of the squadie as he read him his rights. Rico had insisted he go to the hospital, and despite all of Nick’s protests, that’s where they ended up. Seven x-rays later, and a chat with a doctor who looked younger than him, Nick was informed he didn’t have any fractures but was given a note to take the next five days off. Nick had just enough time to get back to the station and inform the captain as Rico helped him file the incident report, rush home to change and grab his bag where Johnny was already waiting for him, and drive like a bat out of hell to Logan. He reluctantly handed the keys to the GTO over to Johnny with a quick warning that if anything happened to his precious Judge while he was gone he’d die a slow death, and was on his way.

He’d called Ty from Rico’s phone at the hospital to tell him what had happened and inform him he might be late. Luckily though, he made it at the expected time. He paid the taxi driver than slung his duffle over his shoulder before making his way up Ty’s front steps. He knocked on the green door then turned his head and watched as two kids rode by on their bikes. When he heard the door open he looked back and smiled at Zane.

“Hey, man.” He held out his hand and Zane clasped it.

“Hey, Nick. How’re you feeling?” Zane greeted him.

“Sore,” Nick shrugged, “I’ll live. It’s good to see ya, man.”

“You, too.” Zane stepped to the side to let Nick pass the threshold then closed the door behind him. “We were just ordering some food.”

“Good, I’m starving,” Nick entered the living room, “I’ll just take my shit up to the guestroom?”

“Ah, I should probably mention…,” Zane started, but that was all Nick heard because as he looked towards the kitchen when Ty emerged he was stunned by who was behind his best friend. 


Deacon! It was as if time stood still and the room went quiet as Nick’s vision tunneled to include Deacon and only Deacon. D looked up and froze when he spotted Nick and their eyes held. Nick’s heart was doing double time and his mouth went suddenly dry. What was Deacon doing here? He was supposed to be in West Virginia on that camping trip with his childhood best friend. Nick sure as hell wasn’t complaining that D’s plans had apparently changed, and all he wanted to do was cross the room to take D into his arms and squeeze him, kiss and lick him everywhere. Ravage him. He had to curl both of his hands into fists and concentrate on keeping his feet planted to stop himself from doing just that. They still hadn’t quit clarified what their relationship status was, yet though it was unspoken, it was pretty clear that they were together. Still, he was sure Ty and Zane wouldn’t appreciate the reunion show. 


God, D looked fantastic. Thick, shiny brown hair, full lips, perfectly structured face and those amazing hazel eyes. Was it possible he had gotten better looking since Boston? It sure didn’t seem like Nick’s memory, or the few pictures he had had on his now deceased phone, did Deacon enough justice. Even their video chats seemed to lack the depth of D's true beauty and Nick's gut clenched with desire. 

Ty’s face suddenly came into Nick’s field of view causing him to pry his eyes off of Deacon. “Are you just gonna stand there ogling my brother, or are you actually coming in, O?”  He asked with a smirk, breaking Nick’s revelry before giving him a bro hug with an extra hard pat on the back.

Nick! He’d finally gotten here! Deuce peered over Ty’s shoulder in a state of bliss as he stared at the man that he hadn’t laid eyes on in weeks. Their eyes met and it was like everyone else in the room failed to exist as they stared at one another. He took a step toward Nick, almost stumbling over Ty as his brother did the same. He shook his head slightly to clear his thoughts, taking a step back to watch Ty greet his best friend.

“I just ordered the pizza. Made sure we ordered four since the bottomless pit was joining us!” Deuce smiled as he stepped forward once Ty had moved toward the living room. He took a glance around the room, risking the chance of pulling Nick into a bone-crushing hug. “It’s about time you got here.”

Nick grinned and hugged him back just as tight. “What are you doing here? I thought you had that trip this weekend.”

“Alex’s kid got sick. His wife had to work, so he had to cancel.” Deuce’s eyes were shining as he stepped back to put a bit of space between them, unable to stop looking at Nick. “What’s this about you getting hurt, and why did I have to hear about it from Ty?”

“Before you turn that worried face on me, I’m fine. Just some bruised ribs and I pulled my shoulder. Tried to arrest some intoxicated dude with idiot strength. Got him in the end though.” Nick grinned, “Broke my fucking phone too, didn’t have a chance to get a new one before my flight. Ty’s number was the only one I knew by heart since it hasn’t changed in the last decade." Nick shrugged, "Figured you didn't have reception in the mountains anyway but I'd leave you a message when I got here.”

“You’re bad shoulder?” Deuce asked. Nick really needed to have that surgery; it worried Deuce that it was only going to get worse.

“Yeah,” Nick nodded with a smile, “But its fine. Really. Got some good meds to help.”

Deuce looked at him speculatively. Nick always downplayed his pain, but they’d talk about it later. Right now Deuce was just too happy to see him. “Well, you’ll have to memorize my number then, for now on you call me first.” Deuce couldn’t keep the grin off of his face as he pulled him into another hug. “Glad you’re ok.”

“You two are aware we’re in the same room, right?” Ty commented as he exited the kitchen with a beer for Nick before settling on the couch with Zane and switching on the TV.

“How could we forget?” Deuce said with a grin. He turned, planning to go sit in one of the big leather chairs, only to be stopped by Nick reaching out to grab his arm. He turned his head to ask what was going on when Nick moved forward, giving him a quick but hard kiss, pulling away with a smile.

“It’s good to see you,” Nick ginned.

Deuce’s smile grew and Ty let out a loud groan causing Zane to laugh.

Nick ended up sitting in the matching chair to D’s, which was coincidently across the room against the windows, and Nick couldn’t help but assume his best friend had planned it that way. It was okay, Nick got it, it would be really weird if Ty had started dating one of his sisters. Nick shuddered at the thought of having to watch them being intimate in any way, so other than that first kiss he couldn’t resist, he’d respect his best friend’s mental health. For now. Besides, with the way the furniture was set up in a C-shape, couch along the wall, coffee table in front, and each chair on either side of the couch but facing each other, Nick got to watch Deacon all evening.

They relaxed and watched the game, beers all around except iced tea for Zane of course, and Nick had to admit he admired that in the man. Addiction, alcoholism in particular, was something he was intimately familiar with. He’d grown up with a functioning alcoholic; his father always had a beer in his hand if he wasn’t working, but never missed a day at the job.  It wasn’t an easy thing to live with, or fight, and Zane was doing a really admirable job. Nick knew Ty was proud of him too.

While they waited for the pizzas to come, and all while they ate, Nick’s eyes couldn’t stop landing on Deacon, and most times D’s eyes were on him as well. Nick would wink at him, or they’d exchange a quick smile, before going back to what they’d been doing. They still participated in the conversation, still were watching the game and commenting on it, but it was like two magnets drawn together and Nick could feel the pull from across the long narrow room.

Finally Deacon stood and stretched as he went into the kitchen to throw away his paper plate and napkin. “Be back. Gotta use the bathroom.”

“Thanks for the play by play,” Ty commented.

Deacon just shrugged and Nick watched as he made his way to the stairs. His eyes traveled up and down that long lean body, wanting nothing more than to follow Deacon up there. Man, he wanted to pull Deacon into his arms and kiss the living hell out of him, among other things. All of the walls that Nick had carefully constructed around his heart since that fateful phone call were crumbling down quickly in D’s physical presence. Hell, they’d been covered in fissures anyway the last few weeks since Deacon had broken up with his girl and told Nick he wanted to be with him. They’d been texting every day, talked nearly every night if Nick wasn’t on third shift, and had even had phone sex more than a time or two, not to mention the Skype encounters, and there was no sign that Deacon was changing his mind. No indication that he regretted choosing Nick. He’d even told his friends about Nick, which spoke volumes really, and had meant so much to Nick it caused the first major crack in that armor that never really fit right in the first place.

Half way up the staircase D turned his head and looked right at Nick, he raised one eyebrow in a suggestive manner and gave him a little flirtatious smile before continuing up the stairs. What the…did Deacon want him to follow? Yeah, Nick remembered that playful look from their time on the boat; D definitely wanted him to follow. Nick glanced at Ty first who was enthralled with an O’s play on TV, folded slice of pizza half way to his mouth. Nick then looked at Zane and was momentarily startled to see Zane looking back at him. They held eye contact for only a second, Zane giving him a little smirk, before turning his attention back to the game. Did he see the exchange between Nick and Deacon? Probably. It wasn’t like Nick and D’s feelings for each other were a secret anymore, even if they weren’t technically together. Still, being it was his best friend’s brother, his supposedly straight brother until Nick had gotten his hands on him, still felt kind of bizarre. Nick thought a minute about how he was going to make his escape; he looked at the guys again to make sure they weren’t paying attention before making a split second decision and purposely dropped his slice on his shirt.

“Shit!” He exclaimed as he dropped the slice back onto his plate and looked down at himself. Ty and Zane both turned their heads to look at him.

“Clumsy idiot,” Ty snickered before narrowing his eyes, “You better not have gotten anything on my furniture or floors, man!”

“No, just on me.” Nick feint aggravation as he put his plate on the coffee table and made a show of wiping at his tee shirt with a napkin.

“You’re lucky,” Ty turned his attention back to the game.

“I better get changed,” Nick sighed, then turned and had to force himself not to take the steps two at a time to meet up with his lover.

“You didn’t have to ruin your shirt just to get some alone time with my brother, asshole.” Ty called after him, “but if I hear any sex noises I’m coming up shooting.”

Nick laughed at his best friend as he stopped at the closed bathroom door and knocked softly twice before opening it. Deacon was casually leaning against the sink, ankles crossed and arms folded over his chest.

“Took you long enough.” He smirked. God damn D looked delectable. Nick growled softly as he clicked the door closed and went at Deacon, their bodies and lips crashing together as they embraced.  Jesus Nick was so hungry for him, he felt like he’d been living on MRE’s for a year and Deacon was a big juicy steak and potatoes dinner.

Their kisses and groping were desperate and animalist as Nick slid his hands down Deacon’s back and let them rest on his ass, giving it a good squeeze. All of the fears and doubts he had were erased at having Deacon in his arms. At having Deacon’s intoxicating aroma fill his nose. He bent and grabbed the back of Deacon’s legs to lift him onto the sink, ignoring the painful twinge it caused his shoulder and bruised ribs. Deacon immediately wrapped his legs around Nick’s waist and pulled him in closer.

“Fuck,” Nick uttered as their hard cocks ground together. He and Deacon exchanged a quick smile before their mouths met again. God Nick had missed this so much, missed Deacon so much, everything about them fit together so perfectly it was as if Nick had been living as half a man this past month. He pulled their mouths apart to trail tongue and lips down the column of D’s throat.

“Jesus, I missed the way you taste, baby.” He murmured against Deacon’s neck. “Missed you so much…”

“I missed you too, so damn much.” Deacon murmured and ran a hand up the back of Nick’s head then gripped his hair and pulled him into another kiss. Nick slid his hands under D’s shirt and up the warm silken skin of his back. God, Deacon’s kisses were like water, he needed them, needed them to survive.

“Tell me the truth, are you badly hurt?” Deacon uttered against Nick’s lips, “Are you ok?”

Nick shrugged and delved in to deepen the kiss. He didn’t want to talk right now; he just wanted to enjoy having Deacon in his arms. Kissing him, feeling him, touching everything he could get his hands on, something for a time he didn’t think he’d ever experience again. Besides, he really was fine, he’d just gotten banged up a bit; he was more pissed about his phone than anything else.

Deacon let out a low moan, tightening his legs as their tongues slid together. Nick flexed his hips against Deacon’s, causing their cocks to rub together again. “Fuck Nick, I want you so bad.”

Nick licked D’s bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth as he hummed his agreement.  “Let’s go for a walk or something.” He panted between kissed.

Deacon chuckled, “What, are we gonna fuck in an alley?”

“If we have to.” Nick smiled, and then went in for another kiss. Deacon’s hands slipped under Nick’s shirt, his fingers running over the muscles of his abs and chest, grazing his nipples and causing Nick to shiver.

“God, I was going crazy not being able to touch you.” Deacon admitted.

“Me too,” Nick acknowledged, as he trailed his mouth down D’s neck again and Deacon lifted his chin for better access.

“Mmmm,” Deacon hummed happily, then gasped as Nick bit down and sucked. “Fuck, Nicky…”

Damn, he had to have D now or he was going to combust. He snaked his hands between their bodies and undid the button on Deacon’s jeans, intending to release that gorgeous cock so he could suck him off. God, he wanted his cock in his mouth so bad, he wanted to cause D to make those fantastic sounds, he wanted to taste and smell him and have Deacon come in his mouth.

“What the fuck!” Ty’s yell carried up the stairs and caused them both to jump.

“Shit,” Deacon pulled back, “Forgot where we were.”

“I know,” Nick licked his lips, his pulse thundering in his ears. “You do that to me.” He gave D a little smile and Deacon smiled back.

“We better get back down there before Ty breaks out his Sig.” Nick said as he disentangled himself from D’s legs and stepped back, running a hand through his hair. “I’ll go change my shirt and be down in a bit.” Nick gripped D’s elbow to help him down from the sink then stepped over and opened the door. “Let’s make sure Ty gets drunk so they go to bed early,” Nick whispered and wiggled his eyebrows. “He’ll maul Zane and they won’t hear a thing.”

Deacon laughed, “Sounds like a good plan.” He gave Nick another lingering kiss before he headed for the stairs and Nick watched him go feeling lighter than he had in a month. D stopped before descending and he and Nick exchanged another smile before he continued down. Nick spun on his heel and jogged up to the third floor to change his shirt.

Deuce grinned as he made his way downstairs, flopping down in the arm chair, well aware of his brothers eyes on him, searching him for any signs of what might have happened upstairs. He smirked over at Ty, holding his arms out to give his brother a good look.

“I’m fully dressed and in one piece. If you think that sex could have happened in that short amount of time we were upstairs, you and Zane must be doing it wrong.”

“Oh, I know you weren’t. If you two even think about having sex in my house I’ll know and I’ll fucking kill you both.” Ty pointed his piece of pizza at Deuce as Nick came down the stairs in a fresh shirt.

“And I know how your threats work, Ty, at least towards me. You’re not allowed to kill me or Ma would kill you.” He grinned as he reached up, grabbing Nick’s arm and tugging him down to sit on the arm of the chair. There was no protest from Nick as he settled onto the small perch, his hand trailing over Deuce’s shoulder to rub the back of his neck as Deuce settled into his chair, leaning his head against Nick’s arm.

Ty grunted, giving them another look before turning his attention back to the game. Deuce smiled as he reached over to squeeze Nick’s leg gently, completely satisfied to be this close to him after being apart for so long. It was hard not to let his hand move higher than where it was on Nick’s knee, but he liked them both being alive and uninjured. He smiled as they settled into the chair together, trying to focus on the game as Nick’s hand start to twirl through the hair on the back of his head.

After the game, some snacks and quite a bit of chatting between the four men, Nick having since moved back into his original chair, Deuce gripped the arm of the chair he was sitting in and pushed himself to his feet.“Okay guys, I’m heading to bed. It’s been a long ass day.”

“We’re right behind you. Had to deal with work and then you two assholes invading our space!” Ty laughed as he got up, dropping the remote to the television into Nick’s lap. “I swear to God, O’Flaherty, your ass better sleep on this couch tonight.” He then turned his attention to Deuce. “The same thing goes for you Deacon Grady, futon only. You may be my baby brother, but I’ll still kick your ass if you even try to get laid tonight.”

Deuce held his hands up in a gesture of innocence. “All I want is to fucking go to sleep.” He looked toward Nick and then back at Zane and Ty. “I’m giving you warning, I’m about to kiss him goodnight and if you don’t want to see it, I suggest you go upstairs now.”

He met Nick’s gaze as they both said their good nights to Zane and Ty, waiting until they were on their way upstairs before Nick stood and they closed the short distance between them. They kissing one another heatedly, finding it very hard to keep things innocent even with the other two men a few feet away. “Night Nicky…”

“Aw, come on baby, stay down here with me for awhile?” Nick’s hands fell to Deuce’s ass, giving it a gentle squeeze as he tugged him closer.

Deuce shook his head slightly before pulling away. “Not tonight… It’s been a long day. I’ll see you in the morning.” He leaned in for another kiss, giving Nick a quick smirk and a wink before making his way to the guest room on the third floor.

Once he was upstairs, he changed into a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt, attentively listening to the sounds coming from Ty and Zane’s room below his. He managed to doze off for a few minutes as he waited for the sounds to die down. He eventually glanced over at the clock, over an hour had passed and the master bedroom was quiet. Maybe it was safe? He quietly crept out of the bedroom, pausing at the top of the stairs and listened carefully. When there was nothing but silence he made his way downstairs, pausing in front of Ty and Zane’s room to make sure the coast was clear. He was a little surprised that his brother hadn’t set up a booby trap as he carefully descended the second staircase and smiled when he saw the flicker of the television and the sight of Nick sitting in the middle of the couch.

Deuce took in the view from the stairs, his eyes running over Nick’s shirtless chest before stepping down the last few stairs and walking over to stand in front of Nick. When Nick opened his mouth to speak, Deuce lifted a hand, putting a finger over his lips and shook his head slightly as he jerked his head toward the stairs. “Shhh…you know they’re both light sleepers.” He whispered softly as he moved forward, straddling Nick’s lap as he pulled him into a long and desperate kiss. Deuce felt Nick’s hands slide under his shirt as his own hands mirrored the movement over Nick’s bare chest, a thumb tracing over one of his nipples.

Nick broke the kiss long enough to pull Deuce’s shirt up and over his head. “Why the hell are you wearing clothes?”

“There’s no way in hell that I was walking downstairs naked!” Deuce laughed softly as he kissed Nick again, his hips grinding against his lovers.  “Mmm God baby, I’ve missed you so fucking much.” He looked down as he ran his fingers through Nick’s hair than griped it with a smile. “And don’t ever threaten to cut this again!”

Nick hummed his agreement to both statements, his hands on Deuce’s hips as he brought them down to grind up against him, “Deacon…” he uttered softly as he tried to tug  the faded pajama pants down to release Deuce’s cock.

Deuce hesitated before shaking his head. “No sex, not tonight… Hell, they don’t have sex at my place so I don’t feel right doing it here… “

“What is that, like some dumb Grady policy you two came up with?” Nick asked as he leaned his head back on the couch to look up at him.

“Not a policy, no,” Deuce shook his head again with a smile. “Just…you know, Ty and his quirks.” Chances were Ty’s couch and futon were lined up perfectly with the floor boards, or a picture frame, or who knew what else Ty’s OCD brain came up with. So he was probably afraid that if they had sex on the furniture they would move it even a miniscule and it would take him over an hour to get it all back just right. Or maybe it was a germaphobe craze? Who knew, but it was one of his brother’s things, and Deuce had to respect it no matter how desperately he didn’t want to at the moment.

“I’d say it was because you boys were raised in an old fashioned way, but I’m leaning towards Ty just wanting to break our balls.” Nick smirked as he glanced at the stairs.

Deuce shrugged, “He didn’t say anything about not making out like teenagers though!” he grinned as he pulled Nick into another kiss. They kissed for awhile, alternating between a tender meeting of lips and tongues sliding together, when Deuce licked the top of Nick’s palate causing him to shutter and pull back from the kiss to speak.

“Come on D, they’ll never know…” Nick tried to convince Deuce to ignore the fact that his brother was just upstairs, his hand snaking between them to rub Deuce’s cock through his pajama pants. “Thought you missed me…” There was a teasing tone to his voice, but his eyes were dark with desire as he pressed open mouthed kisses to Deuce’s neck.

Deuce laughed quietly as he lightly tugged on Nick’s hair. “Come on Nicky, this is Ty we’re talking about. He’d walk downstairs, take one look at the couch, and somehow he’d know.”

Nick groaned as he leaned his head against Deuce’s. “I fucking hate it when you Grady boys are right.” 

“We’re always right,” Deuce grinned, “Well, at least I am.”

Nick rubbed Deuce’s cock again and Deuce couldn’t help but rock into it. God, he wanted Nick so bad.

“Let me suck you off…” Nick pleaded, his voice low with desire and sending a thrill down Deuce’s spine.

“That’s still sex, babe.” He smiled.

“Not according to Bill Clinton.” Nick added hopefully and Deuce let out a burst of too loud laughter. They both glanced at the stairs as they covered their mouths and chuckled.

“Fine,” Nick groaned and tightened his arms around Deuce, shifting them both until they were stretched out on the couch with Deuce lying on Nick. “Making out like teenagers with their parents upstairs it is then.”

Deuce smiled down at him, overjoyed to be in Nick’s arms again. In a way it felt like forever since they’d been like this, then again it was so comfortable and familiar it was like they’d never been apart.

They resumed their kisses, not too passionately, both trying their best to ignore the fact that they were hard as hell and couldn’t do anything about it.  Deuce broke their mouths apart to trail his lips down Nick’s neck and felt, as well as heard, Nick’s hum of approval. Nick tasted so good, smelled so good, Deuce was surprised how much he missed those things as well. Sure, he’d liked the way women he’d dated smelled before, but nothing like this. This was almost intoxicating. Addicting even.

Over forty minutes later it was getting too intense and they knew they had to stop or risk painful blue balls, so they decided to cuddle down and watch TV. Deuce turned his head to kiss the underside of Nick’s jaw as the throw on the back of the couch was pulled over them.

“Fuck him if he complains. All we’re doing is cuddling and watching Kitchen Nightmares repeats.” Nick smiled as he hugged Deuce close, playing with his hair the way that Deuce usually played with his as Deuce rested his head on Nick’s chest.

Deuce hummed softly as he closed his eyes, the steady beating of Nick’s heart as well as the comfort of being in his arms taking no time to lull Deuce off to sleep.

Nick's songs of the day

"You and Me" ~ Lifehouse

"Edge of Glory" ~ Lady Gaga

Pictures of Ty's place

The bathroom *eyebrow wiggle*