#drpicani

It only took a second before Damien quickly scooped the therapist up in his arms and fought against the roaring wind to slam the door shut. He could feel just how little strength the figure had in his form. Judging by it all, the therapist must have walked in the treacherous weather outside. It seems as if the so called ‘ghost’ haunting the car enough to malfunction the security system had locked him out again.

Even if that had indeed been the reason, Damien was not thinking about it, because the illusionist quickly had his boyfriend on the couch with a cup of tea and a warm blanket in less than a minute. After he had stripped him of his wet clothes and brought him some warmer pjs to change into of course. Through it all, Emile could barely breathe and was shaking quite violently, the involuntary jerks only seeming to subside after he had finished his first cup of tea.

He brought his unoccupied hand up to Damien’s, who was currently drying his drenched hair with a towel. The illusionist only stopped a second to return the favor and add an additional affirmation of his thumb across his boyfriends knuckles. It was then some words were exchanged.

“It happened again.”

“The car?” Damien could feel Emile Picani nod once, after taking the second sip of his second cup of tea. The color began to return to his cheeks.

“It does this to me all the time. I really shouldn’t be surprised anymore.” Damien, continued to dry off Emile’s hair. Once finished he placed the towel down the laundry shoot and moved to sit next to his boyfriend. He already looked so much better than he had a minute ago.

“What this all comes down to is, we need to get you a new car.” Picani quickly snapped his head in the direction of him.

“A new car?! But that means I’ll have to part with Herby! My cute little love bug. I just can’t do that! I’ve had him since I graduated highschool!” Damien raised an eyebrow.

“You are twenty-eight Emile. And that was 10 years ago that we graduated. I say it’s high time that you do get a new car. Regardless if you’ve had the car for a period of time. And besides I thought I was your cute little love bug.” Picani gave a shaky smile that gradually grew into the cute little giggle that Damien had always adored.

“You are...sometimes-”

“Sometimes? Why only sometimes?”

“Well the other times you’re either sweaty from your work, or forgot to wash off your excessive make up after a performance and it just runs down your face....also from getting sweaty at work.” Damien gave something close to a whine.

“You just came in the door...wet...from work. And I thought you were cute! You should return the favor!” Picani laughed a little louder this time.

“I didn’t say I didn’t!”

“You just told me I was cute, but only sometimes!”

“Well yeah! I’m sure I’m not cute when I come home grumpy from a horrible session with one of my clients.” Damien quickly used a finger to the chin to turn Emile’s gaze back to him.

“Au contraire, I find your little pouty face to be quite adorable.”

“No you don’t.” Damien began to nuzzle his face into the disbelieving therapist’s neck, earning a couple adorable giggles.

“Yes I do.” Emile half-heartedly pushed against the sensitive but pleasing touch, but his lover persisted.

“Noooooo you don’t.” He emitted a gasp when a hand snaked itself up against his ribs, and when Damien’s whispers entered his ear.

“That’s not for you to decide, dear.” The hand quickly began tickling up and down his rib, earning immediate laughter from the therapist. It teased in between the rib spaces, and carefully plucked up and down his side, occasionally swirling a finger in the ticklee’s exposed armpit.

“Nohohoho stoooooohohohopp!!” He didn’t stop. In fact, he just tickled more. Clawing his way down to his boyfriend’s sensitive belly. He snaked his second hand around the other side so it could join the fray at squeezing the adorable muffin top just above Emile’s belt.

“Thihihihis ihihiss Uhuhihhuhuhunfairrr!!” Emile could feel Damien smirk into his neck, pressing a couple tiny kisses to the ticklish area there.

“Unfair? Well perhaps the issue with the car was unfair to you. Quite frankly, I’m just happy to have you home in one piece.” All attempts to escape from Damien’s clutches were fruitless for Picani, because it wasn’t long until he felt Damien’s hands carefully crawl their way under his shirt. Picani’s laughter quickly raised in laughter and volume.

There the devilish hands skittered across his tummy, but quickly stopped when Damien appeared to be searching for something. “Hmmm...where are my gloves?” Picani’s eyes widened through the subsiding giggles.

“Your...gloves?” Just then Damien spotted them from across the room sitting on the tv tray. Unfortunately, Damien could not grab them without releasing his hold on Picani and after a quick eyebrow wiggle, both boyfriends quickly ran. Picani away from whatever plan Damien had in mind, and Damien towards the gloves resting with the rest of his illusionist equipment.

Once he had grabbed his gloves, he quickly chased after his boyfriend, trying to put them on in the process. It was perfect timing, because just as Damien had found a way to put his gloves on while running, he had caught up to his still tired boyfriend and quickly encompassed him in a hug from behind.

“AAAAHhhh!! Nooo!!!” Damien picked up the beanpole and carried him back to the couch, despite the therapist’s half-hearted requests not to.

“Yeeeesss!” The illusionist drug his boyfriend onto the couch gently and laid down with him on top of him. The both could feel their cheeks heating up from the position, but the moment quickly subsided when Picani felt the velvet of the gloves brush their way back under his shirt and stroke even lighter on his ticklish tummy.

Picani about howled with laughter, thrashing just a little more, as the feel of the torturous gloves squeezed at his sides and his belly. His laughter became silent when the traitorous pinky he was afraid of, quietly entered his belly button and wiggled delightfully fast. The second hand only added to his torture and squeezed at his hips until tears were practically streaming out of Emile’s eyes. Only then did Damien slow his movements.

He gently rubbed the tickles away until it was one slow stroking glove, rubbing the other’s arms, torso, and stomach in what would be described as attempts to comfort and relax.

Finally, Damien broke the silence. “I didn’t tire you out too much did I?” Picani smiled lightly through the last of his subsiding giggles.

“Maybe just a little, but I’m a content tired now.” Damien pressed another kiss to his boyfriend’s neck.

“Hmmm...how ‘content’ tired, dear?” He watched Emile smile from the position they laid on the couch together.

“Content enough to fall asleep.”

“Not content enough to fall asleep before some cuddles though...right?” Damien grimaced hopefully, but it quickly dissolved into a kiss from therapist himself as he turned to face his ‘sometimes’ cute boyfriend.

“Nope. Never.” With a small squeal of delight, the illusionist quickly wrapped his arms around his lover and pulled him ever closer. And with Picani doing practically the same thing, the two cuddled the night away, until they finally fell asleep in each others arms.