Chapter Four of "Letting Go"
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nickngregTitle: Letting Go
Chapter 4 of ?
Rating: NC17
Summary: Catherine makes Nick go back to therapy after Grave Danger. Greg vows to help his friend come to terms with what has happened.
Disclaimer: Oh, how I would love to own them, but I don't.
Warnings: The smut has finally arrived!
Author's note:I had a really hard time with this chapter, probably because it is the first time I have ever written something smutty, but I think it came out ok. The next chapter will probably be the last, but don't quote me on that....you never know what the plot bunnies have planned for you. Also here a links to the first three parts:
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
there has been so much great stuff posted lately that they are pretty far down the page. As always, please leave a comment.
Greg tumbled out of the taxi, Nick following closely behind. They stumbled their way to Greg’s front door, and as soon as Greg unlocked and opened it Nick went straight to the kitchen. Greg paused to remove his shoes before he pursued Nick on his drunken tour of Greg’s apartment. Before he could even try and figure out what Nick was looking for in his barren kitchen, Nick had returned to the living room with two bottles of beer. Nick handed one to Greg, and collapsed onto the couch. He patted the cushion next to him, indicating that Greg should take a seat as well.
“So,” Nick said as Greg sat on the couch next to him, “Do you really think I need to figure out who I am?”
Greg looked at Nick, examining his posture. He couldn’t tell if Nick was angry, or if he sincerely wanted his opinion. He didn’t want to say anything to anger him, he was pretty sure that Nick could kick his ass. Greg had been working out and all, especially after he had seen Sara laughing at him while he flexed in the mirror at the oozy-eyed body builder’s house, but yeah, Nick could still kick his ass. He decided to tread cautiously.
“I never said you didn’t know who you were, I just said that you needed to make your bad experiences part of yourself as well” he replied.
Nick thought it over, and decided he needed more beer if they were really going to get into Who Nick Stokes Was. He gulped down the rest of the bottle in his hand and went back to the kitchen, returning with four more. “Drink up Greg, you are about to get a history lesson,” he said as he handed the bewildered man another beer and set the rest on the table.
“Ok,” Nick said as he twisted the cap off the beer in his hand, “You want to know who I am? Should I start with being molested when I was nine? Or the fact that I slept with a women who was killed just hours later because of me? Or how about the crazy man who was practically living in my attic, and wanted to become me, how he killed a woman so he and I could ‘be together’, oh and he and was picking up my fucking dry cleaning and wearing it, almost killed himself in my living room wearing my fucking shirt, Greg. How about that? Does that tell you who Nick is? Or do I need to throw in there the part where I was buried alive and almost blown up? Would that help you understand me, would it, Greg?” Nick’s voice broke on Greg’s name, and suddenly he began sobbing.
Greg was just staring at Nick, he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know if he could even talk. Most of that stuff he had known, but to hear Nick list it off like that, Greg suddenly realized the burden his friend had been carrying with him. He reached out for Nick’s shoulder, to give him an awkward pat, because, really, what could Greg do? He was suddenly regretting his decision to try and help Nick himself. He was way under-qualified for this.
As soon as Greg’s hand made contact with Nick’s shoulder the sobbing man reached up and grabbed it, nearly crushing it with his grip. Nick brought Greg’s hand to his mouth and grazed his stunned friend’s fingertips across his lips. “You probably already knew most of that, though,” he murmured into Greg’s hand. “But, did you know that I also think I might be in love with you?”
Nick suddenly dropped Greg’s hand, a look of horror crossing his face as he realized what he had just said, what he was doing. “Oh man, listen Greg, I am so sorry. I’ve had a lot to drink. I’m sorry, if you want me to get out of here, I’ll just go, ok? I’ll get a cab, it’s not a big deal.” He stood up and practically sprinted for the door.
“Nick, stop, come back,” Greg had finally found the power to speak. “Sit down, I’m not mad....I, well I just don’t really know what to say.
Nick stopped, turning to look back at Greg, who was getting up off the couch, a look of total confusion on his face. “Listen, its cool, forget I said it, ok? Like I said, I’m drunk, I was being stupid....I’ll just go home.”
“I don’t think I want you to go home,” Greg said as he reached Nick’s side and pushed him back towards the couch, forcing him to sit down. He resumed his place next to Nick, “I’m not mad, just confused. I mean, you were just talking about sleeping with Kristy, and now you’re in love with me? I just....it’s a lot to process, man.”
“Well, I never said I was in love with Kristy”, Nick replied.
“No, no, not that. I meant that I never knew you liked guys too, I never even guessed,” Greg’s voice was shaky, “When I was still in the lab you would always flirt back with me, but I just figured you were playing the game, I didn’t know you were serious. If I had known......” Greg trailed off, the confused look beginning to fade from his face.
They sat in silence for a few moments, Greg looking thoughtful. Nick reached out and touched Greg’s shoulder hesitantly. “If you had known...?” he questioned the younger man, letting his hand drop back to his side. “If I had known I would have done this a lot sooner,” Greg replied as he brought his face to Nick’s, brushing his lips against the surprised man’s jawbone.
Nick turned his head and pressed his lips to the other man’s. He grabbed Greg’s shoulders, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. He allowed Greg’s tongue into his mouth, tasting beer and tequila on his previously unattainable partner. Nick then pulled away, and Greg began trailing kisses down his neck “God, Nick, we have wasted so much time,” he murmured into the Texan’s collarbone, his hot breath sending shivers down Nick’s spine.
“Well, I don’t plan on wasting much more,” Nick replied as he began to remove the shirt of the man who was currently doing ungodly things to his left ear. Greg pulled back, allowing his shirt to be pulled over his head and flung to the floor. Nick gave the other man an appraising look, his lust evident in his dark eyes. He moved to Greg, licking his shoulder where the edge of his scars began. Nick then opened his mouth and began to nibble on Greg’s shoulder, tiny nips that felt like whispers on Greg’s heated flesh. The younger man groaned, shifting to relieve himself from the pressure growing in his once loose jeans. “Here, let me help you with that,” Nick said as he slowly unbuttoned Greg’s jeans and lowered the zipper. He snaked his hand under the edge of Greg’s boxers, softly running his hand down the hard flesh of his lover’s erection, eliciting an animal like noise from Greg’s throat. “Nick,” he moaned, “Please....” but before the younger man could form a coherent thought he felt his jeans and boxers being tugged down. He lifted his hips from the couch, allowing Nick to completely remove the garments, tossing them on the floor to join the previously discarded shirt.
Greg reached out to begin removing the older man’s clothing, but before his fingers could even graze across Nick’s shirt he felt a warm tongue on his throbbing cock. “Oh God,” he moaned, reaching down to bury his fingers in Nick’s soft hair. “Nicky that feels so good.” Nick raised one hand to Greg’s chest, gently pushing him back into the couch cushions, all the while gently running his wet lips up and down Greg’s length. “Shhhh” he whispered against the younger man’s thigh. Nick proceeded to graze his lips over Greg’s thighs, his warm breath bringing him the satisfaction of more moans from his lover.
He then brought his mouth back to Greg’s erection, slowly wrapping his lips over the head of his moaning partner’s cock. He felt the fingers in his hair tighten as a low whimper escaped Greg’s lips. Nick intensified the pressure of his mouth to the smooth skin, using his tongue to lick the precum from the warm tip. Suddenly he lunged forward, taking the whole length of Greg into his mouth. Greg let out a strangled cry of pleasure. Nick began to slowly move his lips up and down, using his tongue to tease the taut flesh. “Faster, Nick, please,”came a voice from above his head, he barely recognized the sound, it was so thick with pleasure. He assented to his lover’s request, moving more quickly as Greg thrust his hips to match the rhythm.
“I’m going to come Nicky,”Greg cried out, his voice cracking. The younger man then let out a loud moan, and Nick felt the pulse of Greg’s orgasm against his lips. He swallowed, the salty taste of his partner filling his mouth. Greg reached down and pulled Nick’s face up to his, kissing Nick with a passion that the Texan had never felt before. As they pulled apart, licking the taste of their lovemaking from their lips, Greg had a smirk on his face. “Well, I don’t think you will be sleeping on the couch,” he said, rising and pulling Nick down the hallway, “But we really need to get you out of those clothes”
Chapter 4 of ?
Rating: NC17
Summary: Catherine makes Nick go back to therapy after Grave Danger. Greg vows to help his friend come to terms with what has happened.
Disclaimer: Oh, how I would love to own them, but I don't.
Warnings: The smut has finally arrived!
Author's note:I had a really hard time with this chapter, probably because it is the first time I have ever written something smutty, but I think it came out ok. The next chapter will probably be the last, but don't quote me on that....you never know what the plot bunnies have planned for you. Also here a links to the first three parts:
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
there has been so much great stuff posted lately that they are pretty far down the page. As always, please leave a comment.
Greg tumbled out of the taxi, Nick following closely behind. They stumbled their way to Greg’s front door, and as soon as Greg unlocked and opened it Nick went straight to the kitchen. Greg paused to remove his shoes before he pursued Nick on his drunken tour of Greg’s apartment. Before he could even try and figure out what Nick was looking for in his barren kitchen, Nick had returned to the living room with two bottles of beer. Nick handed one to Greg, and collapsed onto the couch. He patted the cushion next to him, indicating that Greg should take a seat as well.
“So,” Nick said as Greg sat on the couch next to him, “Do you really think I need to figure out who I am?”
Greg looked at Nick, examining his posture. He couldn’t tell if Nick was angry, or if he sincerely wanted his opinion. He didn’t want to say anything to anger him, he was pretty sure that Nick could kick his ass. Greg had been working out and all, especially after he had seen Sara laughing at him while he flexed in the mirror at the oozy-eyed body builder’s house, but yeah, Nick could still kick his ass. He decided to tread cautiously.
“I never said you didn’t know who you were, I just said that you needed to make your bad experiences part of yourself as well” he replied.
Nick thought it over, and decided he needed more beer if they were really going to get into Who Nick Stokes Was. He gulped down the rest of the bottle in his hand and went back to the kitchen, returning with four more. “Drink up Greg, you are about to get a history lesson,” he said as he handed the bewildered man another beer and set the rest on the table.
“Ok,” Nick said as he twisted the cap off the beer in his hand, “You want to know who I am? Should I start with being molested when I was nine? Or the fact that I slept with a women who was killed just hours later because of me? Or how about the crazy man who was practically living in my attic, and wanted to become me, how he killed a woman so he and I could ‘be together’, oh and he and was picking up my fucking dry cleaning and wearing it, almost killed himself in my living room wearing my fucking shirt, Greg. How about that? Does that tell you who Nick is? Or do I need to throw in there the part where I was buried alive and almost blown up? Would that help you understand me, would it, Greg?” Nick’s voice broke on Greg’s name, and suddenly he began sobbing.
Greg was just staring at Nick, he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know if he could even talk. Most of that stuff he had known, but to hear Nick list it off like that, Greg suddenly realized the burden his friend had been carrying with him. He reached out for Nick’s shoulder, to give him an awkward pat, because, really, what could Greg do? He was suddenly regretting his decision to try and help Nick himself. He was way under-qualified for this.
As soon as Greg’s hand made contact with Nick’s shoulder the sobbing man reached up and grabbed it, nearly crushing it with his grip. Nick brought Greg’s hand to his mouth and grazed his stunned friend’s fingertips across his lips. “You probably already knew most of that, though,” he murmured into Greg’s hand. “But, did you know that I also think I might be in love with you?”
Nick suddenly dropped Greg’s hand, a look of horror crossing his face as he realized what he had just said, what he was doing. “Oh man, listen Greg, I am so sorry. I’ve had a lot to drink. I’m sorry, if you want me to get out of here, I’ll just go, ok? I’ll get a cab, it’s not a big deal.” He stood up and practically sprinted for the door.
“Nick, stop, come back,” Greg had finally found the power to speak. “Sit down, I’m not mad....I, well I just don’t really know what to say.
Nick stopped, turning to look back at Greg, who was getting up off the couch, a look of total confusion on his face. “Listen, its cool, forget I said it, ok? Like I said, I’m drunk, I was being stupid....I’ll just go home.”
“I don’t think I want you to go home,” Greg said as he reached Nick’s side and pushed him back towards the couch, forcing him to sit down. He resumed his place next to Nick, “I’m not mad, just confused. I mean, you were just talking about sleeping with Kristy, and now you’re in love with me? I just....it’s a lot to process, man.”
“Well, I never said I was in love with Kristy”, Nick replied.
“No, no, not that. I meant that I never knew you liked guys too, I never even guessed,” Greg’s voice was shaky, “When I was still in the lab you would always flirt back with me, but I just figured you were playing the game, I didn’t know you were serious. If I had known......” Greg trailed off, the confused look beginning to fade from his face.
They sat in silence for a few moments, Greg looking thoughtful. Nick reached out and touched Greg’s shoulder hesitantly. “If you had known...?” he questioned the younger man, letting his hand drop back to his side. “If I had known I would have done this a lot sooner,” Greg replied as he brought his face to Nick’s, brushing his lips against the surprised man’s jawbone.
Nick turned his head and pressed his lips to the other man’s. He grabbed Greg’s shoulders, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. He allowed Greg’s tongue into his mouth, tasting beer and tequila on his previously unattainable partner. Nick then pulled away, and Greg began trailing kisses down his neck “God, Nick, we have wasted so much time,” he murmured into the Texan’s collarbone, his hot breath sending shivers down Nick’s spine.
“Well, I don’t plan on wasting much more,” Nick replied as he began to remove the shirt of the man who was currently doing ungodly things to his left ear. Greg pulled back, allowing his shirt to be pulled over his head and flung to the floor. Nick gave the other man an appraising look, his lust evident in his dark eyes. He moved to Greg, licking his shoulder where the edge of his scars began. Nick then opened his mouth and began to nibble on Greg’s shoulder, tiny nips that felt like whispers on Greg’s heated flesh. The younger man groaned, shifting to relieve himself from the pressure growing in his once loose jeans. “Here, let me help you with that,” Nick said as he slowly unbuttoned Greg’s jeans and lowered the zipper. He snaked his hand under the edge of Greg’s boxers, softly running his hand down the hard flesh of his lover’s erection, eliciting an animal like noise from Greg’s throat. “Nick,” he moaned, “Please....” but before the younger man could form a coherent thought he felt his jeans and boxers being tugged down. He lifted his hips from the couch, allowing Nick to completely remove the garments, tossing them on the floor to join the previously discarded shirt.
Greg reached out to begin removing the older man’s clothing, but before his fingers could even graze across Nick’s shirt he felt a warm tongue on his throbbing cock. “Oh God,” he moaned, reaching down to bury his fingers in Nick’s soft hair. “Nicky that feels so good.” Nick raised one hand to Greg’s chest, gently pushing him back into the couch cushions, all the while gently running his wet lips up and down Greg’s length. “Shhhh” he whispered against the younger man’s thigh. Nick proceeded to graze his lips over Greg’s thighs, his warm breath bringing him the satisfaction of more moans from his lover.
He then brought his mouth back to Greg’s erection, slowly wrapping his lips over the head of his moaning partner’s cock. He felt the fingers in his hair tighten as a low whimper escaped Greg’s lips. Nick intensified the pressure of his mouth to the smooth skin, using his tongue to lick the precum from the warm tip. Suddenly he lunged forward, taking the whole length of Greg into his mouth. Greg let out a strangled cry of pleasure. Nick began to slowly move his lips up and down, using his tongue to tease the taut flesh. “Faster, Nick, please,”came a voice from above his head, he barely recognized the sound, it was so thick with pleasure. He assented to his lover’s request, moving more quickly as Greg thrust his hips to match the rhythm.
“I’m going to come Nicky,”Greg cried out, his voice cracking. The younger man then let out a loud moan, and Nick felt the pulse of Greg’s orgasm against his lips. He swallowed, the salty taste of his partner filling his mouth. Greg reached down and pulled Nick’s face up to his, kissing Nick with a passion that the Texan had never felt before. As they pulled apart, licking the taste of their lovemaking from their lips, Greg had a smirk on his face. “Well, I don’t think you will be sleeping on the couch,” he said, rising and pulling Nick down the hallway, “But we really need to get you out of those clothes”
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