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Two Parts:
Title: What do you eat when there's nothing to eat?
Title: Why Nick has never tasted Greg's Famous Smoky Korean Chicken Strips
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Domestic drabble
Disclaimer: Not mine, wish they were, if so less clothing, as always.
A/N: Thank you to Godgaleshot, Fred_bear and Helena_eternal for their encouragement and interest.

Why Nick has never tasted
Greg's Famous Smoky Korean Chicken Strips

Summary: Follows What do you eat when there's nothing to eat?
Thanks to Godgaleshot who should get co-author cred she ironed out so many things.
A/N: For Helena_eternal: sometimes you do get what you want.

Nick asked, "What do you want for dinner, pizza or Chinese? They both deliver."

"I thought you wanted me to cook," teased Greg, as he unlocked the door.

A second later he was pressed up against the door with Nick looking at him from only two inches away. "Remember that flat-on-my-back thing?" purred Nick. He pinned both of Greg's hands above his head and leaned in closer. "I don't think I can wait," he whispered against Greg's mouth.

Greg's eyes glazed over and he ground his hips against Nick's making little needy, moaning noises. Nick kissed him deeply, tasting Greg's mouth, feeling the racing thump of Greg's heart against his own body. He left Greg's mouth to slide his tongue along the curve of his neck. He kept licking slowly while he held both of Greg's hands in one of his own, while unbuttoning Greg's shirt with the other. Greg leaned his head back against the door and tried to catch his breath.

Nick let Greg's hands go and slowly slid Greg's shirt down to his elbows, conveniently trapping his arms. Greg flattened his palms against the door in surrender as Nick slid his tongue over Greg's chest, pausing to lick one nipple till it hardened, then moving to the other. Greg struggled to keep his eyes open as Nick's tongue traced hot trails down the middle of his chest to the waistband of his jeans.

Nick dropped to his knees and looked up to make sure Greg was watching as he undid the button and slowly slid the zipper down. Nick watched as Greg swallowed hard. He could see his heart jumping under his skin and hear the roaring of his blood as it pumped through his veins. Nick licked his lips making sure Greg was still watching as he slid both Greg's jeans and boxers down to his thighs, leaving him somewhat clothed but fully exposed.

He leaned forward to softly kiss Greg's hip bone, then sucked hard on the pale honey skin, content with the knowledge that he was leaving a mark. Greg's eyes were mesmerized following Nick's every move. Nick's tongue slid a hot trail down to Greg's thigh where Nick nibbled and marked him again.

"Nick…" Greg gasped.

Nick's hands slid up to cup Greg's ass and Greg thrust forward quickly, searching for some of Nick's heat. Nick rubbed Greg's ass and blew on the head of his cock causing Greg to give a strangled moan and thrust again.

Nick licked the head of Greg's cock and then blew on it again. Greg closed his eyes and his head fell back against the door with a tiny thud, as Nick suddenly swallowed his cock as deep as he could. Nick pulled back and slowly found a rhythm. He could tell Greg wouldn't last long. He put one hand on Greg's hip to steady him against the door. Nick wanted to keep him from thrusting too far into his throat, killing both him and the mood. He swirled his tongue against the underside of Greg's cock on every stroke, listening to the constant stream of moans coming out of Greg's mouth as he turned his head from side to side.

Nick pushed his fingers against Greg's mouth and Greg obediently sucked them in, spreading his legs a little wider in invitation. Nick slid one of his slick fingers inside Greg, and felt the tight ring of muscle clench and relax as Greg cried out.

Nick worked his finger in and out slowly as he continued to suck Greg's cock, then slid he another finger inside Greg. Greg was rocking helplessly between Nick's hot mouth and his fingers, moaning and then he cried, "Nick, oh my God, Nick!" as he came. Nick swallowed around him and cradled Greg's cock in his mouth until he stopped shaking.

Nick stood and caught Greg as he started sliding limply down the door, and leaned against him to hold him up. Greg rested his forehead on Nick's shoulder, panting and trying to regain his control. Nick wrapped his arms around Greg and held him till he was able to lift his head and kiss the side of Nick's neck.

"Want me to fuck you now?" he murmured into Greg's ear. He grinned as Greg nodded very enthusiastically. "Still want to cook for me?"

"Maybe later," Greg grinned as he stepped out of his jeans and dragged Nick down the hall to the bedroom.

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