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Tattooist AU : Italian Vacation
They landed in Paris for a brief stop with Booker's mother who still lived there. Then they were off to Italy on a train. There was plenty of time to rest and recover from the jetlag. It had been awhile since Booker had been in Europe. There was a lot of sleep until he felt adjusted. By then, they had made it to Italy and Genoa.
Nicky's family had all come out for this. Well, most of them had. They were still a bigger family than Booker's family. So many siblings, cousins, and nephews/nieces. There were lots of people to meet, shake hands with, and get to know. It was a bit overwhelming honestly. The dinner was excellent but Booker was glad to disappear up to Nicky's old room and get a break.
He flopped onto the bed and threw an arm over his eyes. "There are too many of you," he said and followed it up with a little chuckle. "How can you have so many relatives?"
So many relatives all quietly judging him for his tattoos and his job and his divorce. They weren't all harsh judges. All the little ones had been fascinated by his tattoos. Some weren't even bothered by his divorce. There were a few though that Booker could tell didn't exactly approve of him.
He let his arm fall away and looked at Nicky. "I can't believe you survived all this chaos."
Nicky's family had all come out for this. Well, most of them had. They were still a bigger family than Booker's family. So many siblings, cousins, and nephews/nieces. There were lots of people to meet, shake hands with, and get to know. It was a bit overwhelming honestly. The dinner was excellent but Booker was glad to disappear up to Nicky's old room and get a break.
He flopped onto the bed and threw an arm over his eyes. "There are too many of you," he said and followed it up with a little chuckle. "How can you have so many relatives?"
So many relatives all quietly judging him for his tattoos and his job and his divorce. They weren't all harsh judges. All the little ones had been fascinated by his tattoos. Some weren't even bothered by his divorce. There were a few though that Booker could tell didn't exactly approve of him.
He let his arm fall away and looked at Nicky. "I can't believe you survived all this chaos."
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Right now, he walked over to him and kissed him slowly. "I will make sure they give us space." Because Booker would not stop being affection and sweet with Nicky. They would be the same couple they were back home.
After running his fingers through Nicky's hair he went back to unpacking. "I don't know how much business we'll talk but I like seeing what other artists are doing. What trends might be out there."
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“Well, you let me know if you want me there or not. I can be busy if you’re wanting to just spend time with them.” Climbing off the bed, Nicky presses a kiss to the back or Booker’s head, leaning over him to grab their toiletries and take them into the en-suite. His Mumma has already left them out good towels and he pokes his head back through to the bedroom. “Wanna take a shower with me?”
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Booker leaned back briefly against Nicky before he was gone to the bathroom. He finished with unpacking in the meantime and put their suitcases off to the side. His stack of books ended up on the nightstand. He'd probably get through all of them before the trip was over given the way he read.
"I could be convinced." Booker braced a hand on the doorway to the bathroom and smiled at Nicky.
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He chuckles softly at the site of his books and leans more heavily against the door frame, hip against the wood and lips curling into a subtle smirk. "Oh could you? The idea of me naked isn't enough?"
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He hadn't figured out the right tattoo yet but maybe he would on this trip when they were away from everything familiar. It would give him a lot of time to sit and sketch too instead of just day dreaming about it.
"I think about you naked about five or six times a day," Booker admitted with a shrug. "It's a good thought. Very entertaining when I'm bored."
They both knew he was going to get into the shower with Nicky.
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Smirking again, Nicky starts to unbutton his shirt. "Then stop thinking about it and come and see it in person." He disappeared into the bathroom, stripping down before starting the shower.