Nick/Greg AU fic - Senior Year 3/?
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nickngregI really need to start updating this more frequently! Chapter 3 is finally here.
Overall summary: This chronicles Nick and Greg through their senior year of high school in southern California. Love, hate, and all-around high school drama! AU.
Title: Senior Year
Chapter: 3/?
Rating: NC-17 over-all, and this one is NC-17!
Chapter 2 Summary: Lotion, omelettes, and a skylight.
X-posted!
Chapter 1 (PG-13)
Chapter 2 (PG-13)
Senior Year 3/?
They weren’t trying to see who could get off the fastest.
Nick wanted this to be special as he kissed Greg deeply. Their tongues met and it was electric. One hand slid up the cheerleader’s neck, sliding through his hair, which was surprisingly soft despite the spikes.
“You taste good,” Greg smiled when they let go. He looked into Nick’s eyes as he spoke. “Feel good, too.”
Nick moved his hips just so, letting the little movements make Greg squirm. “You like that?” he laughed softly.
“Yeah.” Greg tugged on the hem of Nick’s shirt so he could slide his hand along the defined muscles underneath. “The only reason I got you to wear my shirt was so I could see you shirtless.”
“It worked.”
“And I liked what I saw.” They locked lips again as Greg succeeded in pulling Nick’s shirt up to his arms. Nick broke the kiss so he could strip off the maroon fabric. Greg attacked the Texan’s chest and abs with his tongue, moving in a teasing way that made Nick arch off the bed. Greg stopped so he could take his own top off, then he laid back down next to Nick.
When their bare chests first touched, it was warm and perfect and all too right. Greg was built slimmer than Nick, but he still had a fair amount of muscle. Nick slid his arms around Greg’s waist and pulled him close.
They held each other for a while, listening to each other’s heartbeat and savoring the moment. Greg let Nick know the moment was over when he started kissing and sucking and using his mouth every way he knew how along Nick’s neck, and at the same time, he dropped his hands to cup Nick’s perfect ass through his shorts.
Mimicing him, Nick did the same to Greg. He took it a step further by slipping his hands inside the waistband of Greg’s shorts, rubbing bare skin through the fabric of the cheerleader’s soft boxers. Greg made a little whimpering sound in his throat and scooted closer to Nick’s embrace. Nick chuckled, nuzzling his nose against Greg.
Nick shouted in surprise when Greg’s palm suddenly grabbed his growing erection through his shorts. Greg rubbed it up and down before moving his hand and trailing it up from Nick’s knee and inside the leg of his shorts.
“Everything’s bigger in Texas,” Greg laughed, a little breathlessly as he discovered more of Nick’s cock.
Nick undid the button and unzipped the zipper, kicking them off quickly. His navy boxer briefs tried to conceal his boner but failed miserably.
“Boxer briefs are really sexy, you know that?” Greg commented as he kissed Nick once more. His left hand was now constantly groping Nick’s cock, sliding up and down and twisting around the head. The cotton caressed the shaft, doubling the pleasure of the sensation.
“Stop!” the Texan gasped. He was breathing hard, his cheeks flushed. “Don’t wanna come yet.” With that, Greg drew his hand away and hurriedly got rid of his own shorts. He was wearing boxers, so his cock made a large tent in the material. He made sure Nick was looking right at his dick when he stuck a hand inside the waistband and grasped his boner, wrapped it with a fist and started pumping.
Nick sat up and Greg splayed out on the bed, sliding his boxers down past his knees and putting on a show. He closed his eyes as he stroked himself. Each time he reached the base of his cock he arched off the bed with a little moan. The hand that wasn’t on his cock traveled up the rest of his body, across his stomach and rubbing his nipples before Greg sucked a finger into his mouth. It was an intoxicating sight. Nick stroked himself through his boxer briefs as he watched the cheerleader perform.
Suddenly, both heard a door downstairs slam.
Greg’s eyes shot open and he leapt off the bed muttering a stream of “Shit shit shit!” He scrambled to find his boxers as Nick, wide-eyed and panicked, hurried to pull his shirt on. Greg stood next to his door and opened it a bit, holding a finger to his lips to make sure Nick didn’t say a word.
“Greg, honey? Are you up yet?” came his mother’s voice from downstairs.
The cheerleader rolled his eyes. “Yeah, Mom. Aren’t you supposed to be out?”
“We forgot something, but we’re off to the Henderson’s! Is your friend still here? Nick, right? I hope I didn’t interrupt anything!” she giggled as the front door slammed.
Greg shut his bedroom door and sat down next to Nick. “That would be my parents-” Greg stopped mid-sentence when he saw the look on Nick’s face. “Oh my God. You’re blushing.”
Nick put his hands up to his face. “Am not.”
“Are too. It’s cute.” Greg pulled Nick’s hands away and kissed him quickly. Not wanting to waste time, the boys got naked faster and collided, experiencing full contact for the first time.
“What do you wanna do?” Nick asked, looking down at Greg. He didn’t care if he sounded stupid; after all, he was with Greg and he had a feeling he could say anything to him and it would be all right.
Greg looked around the room for ideas, his eyes finally settling on a bottle of lotion half-hiding underneath the bed and his mouth curling into a mischievous grin. Nick sat up while Greg reached down and pulled the bottle up. He squirted a few globs into his left hand, then Nick’s. Nick took the hint and they each wrapped a hand around each other’s cock and started stroking.
It was slick and fast. They rocked into each other’s fists in unison, their moaning and the squishy lotion sounds filling the room. Greg leaned closer to Nick, whispering dirtily into his ear to get him off faster. The cheerleader’s tongue snaked out and licked a hot stripe along Nick’s jawline as he altered the way he was jacking Nick off and sped up.
“I want you to come for me, Nicky. I wanna feel you in my hand, feel your cock throb. C’mon, Nick, come all over me,” Greg breathed in a low voice. Pulsing heartbeats and pumping fists grew faster to hit the ultimate climax.
Nick let out a strangled “Ah!” and came into Greg’s hand and onto Greg’s stomach. The sensation of feeling the hot Texan hit orgasm against him set Greg off, too, and his seed landed on Nick’s abs. Greg slumped against Nick’s shoulder as they tried to regain their breath.
“We gotta move, Greg,” Nick said when he could speak again.
Greg wrapped his arms tightly around Nick, smearing the messes on their stomachs. “I don’t want to yet.”
“C’mon, let’s shower.”
“C’mon, let’s stay here.”
Realizing he couldn’t win through words, Nick scooped a mix of lotion and come off his belly and playfully ran it through Greg’s hair. “Hey, you don’t play fair!” Greg exclaimed.
Nick grinned. “Your hair’s your weak spot.”
He stood up and stretched a hand out to Greg. He took it and Nick pulled him to his feet. They stumbled into the bathroom, which wasn’t easy to do while making out. Greg turned the hot water on and they stepped into the spray.
As the water beat down on them, they washed each other and swapped lazy kisses. They paused amidst the soap and suds to hold each other. Nick closed his eyes, cherishing how good Greg felt in his arms. Whatever he was feeling right now, it was pretty close to love.
“Hey,” Greg said softly, bringing Nick out of his reverie. “I’m gonna head downstairs and make us breakfast.”
“You mind if I stay here for a couple minutes?”
“Nah. I’ll see you soon.” He ended with a quick kiss on Nick’s cheek, then he stepped out of the shower, quickly toweled off, and disappeared into his bedroom. Nick, humming a country song to himself, grabbed a bottle of shampoo and lathered it into his hair. The Texan lost himself in thoughts of Greg and the future.
All too soon the water ran cold and Nick had to shut it off. He grabbed one of Greg’s towels and dried himself. Dropping the towel on the tiled floor, he wandered into the cheerleader’s room naked. Deciding that Greg wouldn’t mind if he borrowed some of his clothes, Nick found an old cheerleading competition shirt in the drawer and yanked it on along with black basketball shorts. Underwear wasn’t necessary.
He stopped to admire himself in Greg’s mirror. Yeah, Nick could definitely get used to being a part of Greg’s life.
Nick took his time finding the kitchen. The Sanders had a nice house; it reflected the entire family’s personality. Abstract paintings of colors and lines and shapes adorned the walls, exotic African sculptures stood on pedastals in random points in the hallway. The living room had a modern, leather couch and a piano whose centerpiece was a portrait of Greg in his cheerleading outfit. A widescreen TV and sound system stood opposite. Following the cool tiled hallway, Nick discovered the kitchen.
He involuntarily licked his lips at the sight before him. Greg was standing at the oven on the other side of the room, softly singing to himself. He was wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips, exposing tan skin and pelvic lines. His hair was soft and flat and still a little wet. Nick crept up behind him and slid his arms around Greg’s midsection, planting a kiss on Greg’s shoulder. “Whatcha making?”
Greg turned to return the kiss on Nick’s lips, smiling. “Ham and cheese omelettes. My breakfast specialty.”
“Mmm. I’m trying to decide what looks better, the omelettes or you.”
Greg pulled away from the embrace to put their breakfast on two plates. “It better be me or I’ll never go down on you again.”
Nick arched an eyebrow. “You haven’t gone down on me.”
“Yet.”
“You’re so naughty, Sanders.”
“Is that a bad thing?” he replied with an innocent grin. He reached into the fridge and poured orange juice into two glasses. “Speaking of naughty, I like the way those make your cock stand out.” He nodded at Nick’s basketball shorts.
“Yeah? They’re yours.”
“Now I’ll probably never be able to put them on without getting hard. There goes cheer practice! And the fact that you’re wearing one of my competition shirts makes you even hotter. If that’s even possible.”
“So do I throw you onto the table now or wait ‘til later?” Nick said through a mouthful of cheese and egg.
“Up to you, sexy.” Greg took a swig of orange juice and Nick made a mental note to suck along Greg’s neck next time he got the chance.
They finished their breakfasts and moved to an adjacent room that Nick hadn’t been in before. It was a conservatory of sorts, with several tropical plants, a large glass window opening onto the Sanders’ pool, and a skylight. Greg yanked a few pillows off the lone couch and arranged them on the floor. Then, he laid down and pulled Nick down with him.
“This is a great spot to cuddle,” Greg said, eyes closed as he leaned into Nick’s arms.
Nick stroked Greg’s hair and lazily ran fingers down Greg’s bare back as he contemplated asking a question that he felt he needed to ask. “What did we do today?” he blurted.
The cheerleader turned to look at Nick with a questioning gaze. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, this wasn’t just two guys having a bit of fun was it?” Nick needed to know, he needed to make sure and he hated that he had to ask.
Greg didn’t seem bothered at all. He smiled and covered Nick’s hand with his own. “If we were just having fun, as you put it, you’d be outta here by now. And I certainly wouldn’t have cooked for you.”
“This wasn’t a one time thing...”
“Nick, one time with you is nowhere near enough.”
Greg craned his head up so he could kiss Nick on the lips. Nick opened his mouth to the invitation and they kissed slowly, lovingly, reassuringly. They fell asleep underneath the skylight.
A/N: This is sooo not the end so please don’t think it is! This one took me a while. I had to rewrite and change the smut at first. Had to draw on past experiences to make it right, even though I’d rather forget those experiences. Anyway, the little breakfast scene in this is one of my personal favorites in my fics. Heh. :D
I'll try not to take as long with the next chapter! I swear!
Overall summary: This chronicles Nick and Greg through their senior year of high school in southern California. Love, hate, and all-around high school drama! AU.
Title: Senior Year
Chapter: 3/?
Rating: NC-17 over-all, and this one is NC-17!
Chapter 2 Summary: Lotion, omelettes, and a skylight.
X-posted!
Chapter 1 (PG-13)
Chapter 2 (PG-13)
Senior Year 3/?
They weren’t trying to see who could get off the fastest.
Nick wanted this to be special as he kissed Greg deeply. Their tongues met and it was electric. One hand slid up the cheerleader’s neck, sliding through his hair, which was surprisingly soft despite the spikes.
“You taste good,” Greg smiled when they let go. He looked into Nick’s eyes as he spoke. “Feel good, too.”
Nick moved his hips just so, letting the little movements make Greg squirm. “You like that?” he laughed softly.
“Yeah.” Greg tugged on the hem of Nick’s shirt so he could slide his hand along the defined muscles underneath. “The only reason I got you to wear my shirt was so I could see you shirtless.”
“It worked.”
“And I liked what I saw.” They locked lips again as Greg succeeded in pulling Nick’s shirt up to his arms. Nick broke the kiss so he could strip off the maroon fabric. Greg attacked the Texan’s chest and abs with his tongue, moving in a teasing way that made Nick arch off the bed. Greg stopped so he could take his own top off, then he laid back down next to Nick.
When their bare chests first touched, it was warm and perfect and all too right. Greg was built slimmer than Nick, but he still had a fair amount of muscle. Nick slid his arms around Greg’s waist and pulled him close.
They held each other for a while, listening to each other’s heartbeat and savoring the moment. Greg let Nick know the moment was over when he started kissing and sucking and using his mouth every way he knew how along Nick’s neck, and at the same time, he dropped his hands to cup Nick’s perfect ass through his shorts.
Mimicing him, Nick did the same to Greg. He took it a step further by slipping his hands inside the waistband of Greg’s shorts, rubbing bare skin through the fabric of the cheerleader’s soft boxers. Greg made a little whimpering sound in his throat and scooted closer to Nick’s embrace. Nick chuckled, nuzzling his nose against Greg.
Nick shouted in surprise when Greg’s palm suddenly grabbed his growing erection through his shorts. Greg rubbed it up and down before moving his hand and trailing it up from Nick’s knee and inside the leg of his shorts.
“Everything’s bigger in Texas,” Greg laughed, a little breathlessly as he discovered more of Nick’s cock.
Nick undid the button and unzipped the zipper, kicking them off quickly. His navy boxer briefs tried to conceal his boner but failed miserably.
“Boxer briefs are really sexy, you know that?” Greg commented as he kissed Nick once more. His left hand was now constantly groping Nick’s cock, sliding up and down and twisting around the head. The cotton caressed the shaft, doubling the pleasure of the sensation.
“Stop!” the Texan gasped. He was breathing hard, his cheeks flushed. “Don’t wanna come yet.” With that, Greg drew his hand away and hurriedly got rid of his own shorts. He was wearing boxers, so his cock made a large tent in the material. He made sure Nick was looking right at his dick when he stuck a hand inside the waistband and grasped his boner, wrapped it with a fist and started pumping.
Nick sat up and Greg splayed out on the bed, sliding his boxers down past his knees and putting on a show. He closed his eyes as he stroked himself. Each time he reached the base of his cock he arched off the bed with a little moan. The hand that wasn’t on his cock traveled up the rest of his body, across his stomach and rubbing his nipples before Greg sucked a finger into his mouth. It was an intoxicating sight. Nick stroked himself through his boxer briefs as he watched the cheerleader perform.
Suddenly, both heard a door downstairs slam.
Greg’s eyes shot open and he leapt off the bed muttering a stream of “Shit shit shit!” He scrambled to find his boxers as Nick, wide-eyed and panicked, hurried to pull his shirt on. Greg stood next to his door and opened it a bit, holding a finger to his lips to make sure Nick didn’t say a word.
“Greg, honey? Are you up yet?” came his mother’s voice from downstairs.
The cheerleader rolled his eyes. “Yeah, Mom. Aren’t you supposed to be out?”
“We forgot something, but we’re off to the Henderson’s! Is your friend still here? Nick, right? I hope I didn’t interrupt anything!” she giggled as the front door slammed.
Greg shut his bedroom door and sat down next to Nick. “That would be my parents-” Greg stopped mid-sentence when he saw the look on Nick’s face. “Oh my God. You’re blushing.”
Nick put his hands up to his face. “Am not.”
“Are too. It’s cute.” Greg pulled Nick’s hands away and kissed him quickly. Not wanting to waste time, the boys got naked faster and collided, experiencing full contact for the first time.
“What do you wanna do?” Nick asked, looking down at Greg. He didn’t care if he sounded stupid; after all, he was with Greg and he had a feeling he could say anything to him and it would be all right.
Greg looked around the room for ideas, his eyes finally settling on a bottle of lotion half-hiding underneath the bed and his mouth curling into a mischievous grin. Nick sat up while Greg reached down and pulled the bottle up. He squirted a few globs into his left hand, then Nick’s. Nick took the hint and they each wrapped a hand around each other’s cock and started stroking.
It was slick and fast. They rocked into each other’s fists in unison, their moaning and the squishy lotion sounds filling the room. Greg leaned closer to Nick, whispering dirtily into his ear to get him off faster. The cheerleader’s tongue snaked out and licked a hot stripe along Nick’s jawline as he altered the way he was jacking Nick off and sped up.
“I want you to come for me, Nicky. I wanna feel you in my hand, feel your cock throb. C’mon, Nick, come all over me,” Greg breathed in a low voice. Pulsing heartbeats and pumping fists grew faster to hit the ultimate climax.
Nick let out a strangled “Ah!” and came into Greg’s hand and onto Greg’s stomach. The sensation of feeling the hot Texan hit orgasm against him set Greg off, too, and his seed landed on Nick’s abs. Greg slumped against Nick’s shoulder as they tried to regain their breath.
“We gotta move, Greg,” Nick said when he could speak again.
Greg wrapped his arms tightly around Nick, smearing the messes on their stomachs. “I don’t want to yet.”
“C’mon, let’s shower.”
“C’mon, let’s stay here.”
Realizing he couldn’t win through words, Nick scooped a mix of lotion and come off his belly and playfully ran it through Greg’s hair. “Hey, you don’t play fair!” Greg exclaimed.
Nick grinned. “Your hair’s your weak spot.”
He stood up and stretched a hand out to Greg. He took it and Nick pulled him to his feet. They stumbled into the bathroom, which wasn’t easy to do while making out. Greg turned the hot water on and they stepped into the spray.
As the water beat down on them, they washed each other and swapped lazy kisses. They paused amidst the soap and suds to hold each other. Nick closed his eyes, cherishing how good Greg felt in his arms. Whatever he was feeling right now, it was pretty close to love.
“Hey,” Greg said softly, bringing Nick out of his reverie. “I’m gonna head downstairs and make us breakfast.”
“You mind if I stay here for a couple minutes?”
“Nah. I’ll see you soon.” He ended with a quick kiss on Nick’s cheek, then he stepped out of the shower, quickly toweled off, and disappeared into his bedroom. Nick, humming a country song to himself, grabbed a bottle of shampoo and lathered it into his hair. The Texan lost himself in thoughts of Greg and the future.
All too soon the water ran cold and Nick had to shut it off. He grabbed one of Greg’s towels and dried himself. Dropping the towel on the tiled floor, he wandered into the cheerleader’s room naked. Deciding that Greg wouldn’t mind if he borrowed some of his clothes, Nick found an old cheerleading competition shirt in the drawer and yanked it on along with black basketball shorts. Underwear wasn’t necessary.
He stopped to admire himself in Greg’s mirror. Yeah, Nick could definitely get used to being a part of Greg’s life.
Nick took his time finding the kitchen. The Sanders had a nice house; it reflected the entire family’s personality. Abstract paintings of colors and lines and shapes adorned the walls, exotic African sculptures stood on pedastals in random points in the hallway. The living room had a modern, leather couch and a piano whose centerpiece was a portrait of Greg in his cheerleading outfit. A widescreen TV and sound system stood opposite. Following the cool tiled hallway, Nick discovered the kitchen.
He involuntarily licked his lips at the sight before him. Greg was standing at the oven on the other side of the room, softly singing to himself. He was wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips, exposing tan skin and pelvic lines. His hair was soft and flat and still a little wet. Nick crept up behind him and slid his arms around Greg’s midsection, planting a kiss on Greg’s shoulder. “Whatcha making?”
Greg turned to return the kiss on Nick’s lips, smiling. “Ham and cheese omelettes. My breakfast specialty.”
“Mmm. I’m trying to decide what looks better, the omelettes or you.”
Greg pulled away from the embrace to put their breakfast on two plates. “It better be me or I’ll never go down on you again.”
Nick arched an eyebrow. “You haven’t gone down on me.”
“Yet.”
“You’re so naughty, Sanders.”
“Is that a bad thing?” he replied with an innocent grin. He reached into the fridge and poured orange juice into two glasses. “Speaking of naughty, I like the way those make your cock stand out.” He nodded at Nick’s basketball shorts.
“Yeah? They’re yours.”
“Now I’ll probably never be able to put them on without getting hard. There goes cheer practice! And the fact that you’re wearing one of my competition shirts makes you even hotter. If that’s even possible.”
“So do I throw you onto the table now or wait ‘til later?” Nick said through a mouthful of cheese and egg.
“Up to you, sexy.” Greg took a swig of orange juice and Nick made a mental note to suck along Greg’s neck next time he got the chance.
They finished their breakfasts and moved to an adjacent room that Nick hadn’t been in before. It was a conservatory of sorts, with several tropical plants, a large glass window opening onto the Sanders’ pool, and a skylight. Greg yanked a few pillows off the lone couch and arranged them on the floor. Then, he laid down and pulled Nick down with him.
“This is a great spot to cuddle,” Greg said, eyes closed as he leaned into Nick’s arms.
Nick stroked Greg’s hair and lazily ran fingers down Greg’s bare back as he contemplated asking a question that he felt he needed to ask. “What did we do today?” he blurted.
The cheerleader turned to look at Nick with a questioning gaze. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, this wasn’t just two guys having a bit of fun was it?” Nick needed to know, he needed to make sure and he hated that he had to ask.
Greg didn’t seem bothered at all. He smiled and covered Nick’s hand with his own. “If we were just having fun, as you put it, you’d be outta here by now. And I certainly wouldn’t have cooked for you.”
“This wasn’t a one time thing...”
“Nick, one time with you is nowhere near enough.”
Greg craned his head up so he could kiss Nick on the lips. Nick opened his mouth to the invitation and they kissed slowly, lovingly, reassuringly. They fell asleep underneath the skylight.
A/N: This is sooo not the end so please don’t think it is! This one took me a while. I had to rewrite and change the smut at first. Had to draw on past experiences to make it right, even though I’d rather forget those experiences. Anyway, the little breakfast scene in this is one of my personal favorites in my fics. Heh. :D
I'll try not to take as long with the next chapter! I swear!
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