The tv was still on and it was talking to them, but they weren't really listening. It was just a background noise with pretty colors. Pretty little colors that painted the room like some passionately inspired artist. But it was calming, all the same. Ellis never would have thought he could ever feel so intensely at peace. It seemed contradicting, but it was the only way he could think to describe the gentleness in his chest.

"Nick…?" Ellis called softly. He scooted forward, one hand reaching up to press calloused fingers against the others cheek. Nick blinked at him, green-gold eyes, perfectly enticing, perfectly rapt, all focused on him. Nick had intense eyes, eyes that had at one time flustered Ellis; made him almost feel like those eyes could see right into his and read him like a book. Although that feeling he still got, it was no longer an uncomfortable one. Those eyes had a tenderness too… Almost a secret tenderness. Sometimes if you didn't look just right, you may miss it. But it was there. It was definitely there.

"Ellis…?" Nick questioned quietly, one eyebrow raising slightly. The corners of his mouth twitched, trying so very hard to keep that nonchalant mysteriously neutral smile. But Ellis noticed. He noticed that slight curve of his lips, that little smile that indicated he now had the conmans full attention. God, what a beautiful smile.

A flush spread across the young mans cheeks and he shifted onto his hands, hovering just over the other before placing their lips together in a soft kiss. Nick returned the kiss gently.

Nicks smile was becoming a little more of a smirk. "What's all this blushing for?"

Maybe it was because his heart was feeling so god damn good. Or maybe because he had this question on his tongue. It felt so silly to ask, really. But honestly he couldn't help himself. The young man drew in a quick breath, "Nick will ya make love ta me?" His flush deepened a little more, especially with how Nick tilted his head slightly—his smirk became more sincere, less teasing.

"Always," Nick said. Both of his hands lifted find the young mans face and he drew him down into another tender kiss. It was a kiss born of once-upon-a-time subtleties that had grown into one of profound understanding and rapidly growing affection and love. Nick had never kissed anyone with such gentleness.

Their lips left each other for only a moment before returning again and again, each kiss strengthening an unspoken bond that neither could have even hoped to describe.

Nicks fingers left the others face to gently trail down his body and then came to rest at his hips. Ellis pressed his body closer, as much as he possibly could. But still, it was like he couldn't get close enough. Gentle touches riddled in between ever-growing passionate kisses removed the mechanics shirt. Although all this perfect man-flesh was now at his fingertips, Nicks touches remained compassionate, almost delicate.

The conman shifted forward, hand coming about the others waist and urged Ellis to give into the movement. The young man willingly did and their positions switched. Nick took advantage of this new bodily freedom and his kisses drew away from the others lips to find sensitive nerves all along Ellis' throat and collar. It was as though each moist kiss was an invitation for Ellis' body to indulge itself with shivers of pleasure. With each warm shudder he let out a soft breath of appreciation. He knew Nick enjoyed each sound because he returned tenfold to kiss the spots where the more breathy moans had escaped from.

"Nngh…" Ellis mumbled, fingers trying to find the buttons that so greedily concealed his lovers body. Nick obliged to the young mans advances and pulled away only long enough to unfasten the buttons and remove the shirt. Ellis was almost embarrassed by how easily Nick did. He made a mental note to master those buttons in the very near future. The note may have escaped him, however, when Nicks mouth found his again.

The tightness now building within the clothes he still managed to have on was a little maddening. It didn't help that Nick seemed very aware of it. He kept allowing his own body to caress that stressed fabric with tantalizing off-handedness. And that was enough. Ellis needed the damn constricting things off. He fumbled at his own zipper but Nick smoothly stopped him.

"Easy," he whispered, kissing the mechanic's neck, "Slow down…" Another kiss. "I'll get there…" Ellis let in a shaking breath that threatened to become a whine. Nick smiled, letting out a soft chuckle. "Really?" Ellis nodded feverishly. "If you insist." The conman let his hands run down the inside of the mans thighs before he brushed them back up, slowly unbuttoning the pants. Ellis willed himself to stay patient, encouraged every particle in his body to enjoy each touch, each lingering stroke that evoked far more feeling and excitement in his body than he had ever felt before.

The quiet noise the zipper made when being undone forced a smile out of Nick so damn adorable that Ellis couldn't even wait for him to finish removing the cumbersome clothes. Ellis moved forward quickly, grabbing fistfuls of the others hair and kissing him almost to the verge of suffocation. Nick, however, continued to smile, hands still working obediently on his mission. It was a wonder how his mission ended in success, considering how distracting Ellis was being. But, he had no complaints. Ellis was naked and that was all that mattered.

Unable to help himself, Nick let his hands explore every inch of that exposed skin. Each touch now was meant to arouse, to send little goosebumps of excitement across Ellis' flesh and entice soft moans of pleasure. Nick felt almost dizzy with anticipation. Goddamn, there was just something so… so perfect about how Ellis' body reacted to him. So insanely perfect. Like he was meant for it.

Although Ellis had calmed considerably after being freed of his clothing, Nick was starting to feel the madness of being denied his skin against Ellis'. He tried to address the object of denial, but Ellis beat him to it. The mechanic's fingers curled inside of his waistband, knuckles pressing into his skin, kneading against him until Ellis seemed to finally find that elusive button. He threaded it free and his hands came around the loosened waistband to dive lower and grasp at the conman's flawlessly toned ass.

Despite the obvious distraction from getting freed of his clothing, Nick found himself not at all minding the detour. At least, for a while. He reached to grab at Ellis' wrists and to guide him back to their former quest. At being reminded, Ellis quickly brought himself back on track. It didn't take long for him to tug Nicks clothes off.

They came together again, bodies melting against each other in absolute unison, each curve filled with the others body, pressing them together like puzzle pieces.

The pressure in his body was building far too much for him to wait any longer and Ellis seemed more than ready as it was anyways. Ellis looked drunk with passion. His eyes were half-lidded and joined with soft smiles. His breath left him in heavy gasps that only made the conman smile.

"Ah, this stuff should be closer," Nick muttered, releasing the other and crawling across the bed to grab their quickly depleting lotion supply. The very thought that it was running out so quickly made Nick smirk, but also made him slightly apprehensive. Well, that would be one interesting scavenger hunt...

Nick barely even got the chance to slick himself before Ellis had pulled him into another distracting kiss. Though from the way he positioned himself it became obvious that this kiss was meant for multiple purposes. Nick re-adjusted his knees and after as long preparation as he could stand, he entered the other. Their lips drew apart, gasps and moans escaping them as Nick worked himself further inside. Ellis' body twisted under him, chest rising with deep breaths—each breath seemed to allow the conman to move a little deeper.

Ellis reached up clumsily, back arching with Nicks last effort to bury himself as far as he could. The young mans hand found Nicks and he locked their fingers together. It was in that instant that Nick realized that he wanted to make this moment last as long as he possibly could. Whether that was selfish or not, he couldn't quite decide.

And so Nick moved his body with a gentle firmness that rocked their bodies in a slow rhythm. Each time he pushed forward Ellis' eyes fluttered closed and he let out a soft noise. His thighs were pressed firmly on either side of the conman's hips and he could feel each muscle tighten and relax as waves of pleasure entered through the young man's body. Ellis' fingers, although locked with his did not hurt even though they gripped his so intensely. It was more comforting than anything.

This was probably the most beautiful feeling Nick had ever experienced—being the master behind such subtle movements that caused such immense gratification. And coming from Ellis it was almost unbearably pleasing to behold.

As their bodies worked together, still slow and sweet, an overwhelming sense of togetherness seemed to hit the conman. It was an uncontrollable feeling, a feeling that was not just marked with obvious pleasure, but something emotionally significant that it forced him to take in a startled breath. A breath that almost became a sob as tears found their ways to his. He quickly shut them, fingers clutching Ellis' harder. His body found a slightly increased pace and he felt Ellis compromising readily to the new rhythm.

But when his body finally gave into the pleasure, especially when he felt Ellis' body joining him he couldn't help himself. He began to cry—but it definitely wasn't from sadness or from pain. It was the most intense feeling he had ever been given the chance to experience. And it was all because of this southern man that he was able to witness his body, mind and soul coming all at once.

"Nick…? Nick?" Ellis' fingers left the older mans and he reached up to worriedly take his face. "Nick? Are ya okay? Nick?"

The fact that Ellis' voice was quivering with fear and concern made Nick come to his senses. He let in a few shaking breaths before grasping the hands that had been trying so hard to comfort him from a pain that didn't exist. He pressed Ellis' fingers to his lips.

"Everything is perfect, Ellis." He let out a little laugh, smiling. "Perfect."

Ellis blinked a few times, before smiling back. He rested back against the pillow and let out a sigh of relief. Oh and how those beautiful blues were so soft and kind, weighted with love that was beyond comprehension or explanation…

Dear, gods, yes. Everything was perfect.

A/N: So, this is the first time writing them together that actually made me a o/o face. Probably because there was no real funny-factor in it that I could distract myself and laugh over. I hope that it was sweet to read; that was my intent, anyways XD (Although I almost laughed at the end. Oh, Nick… That's not funny. I shouldn't laugh…pansy… NO. I don't mean that. I don't. I really don't. I'm sorry. That's inappropriate of me…. –snort-)

I randomly had this thought the other day: I bet their neighbors hate them. The thought of it made me laugh, really hard. Anywhooo.

Again, thank you so much for the reviews. Ya'll make me smile so much with your kind comments.