Nick/Greg fic - Drops of White 1/1
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Title: Drops of White
Challenge: 2 – Dirty Boys
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: Nick and Greg do some...painting.
X-posted!
Drops of White
What used to be the living room was empty. Plastic littered the floor, and a lone ladder stood in the far corner. Nick stood in the center and stared up at the freshly painted walls, drops of white dotted across his clothes and skin.
Greg, having just gotten back from shopping, dropped the bags of groceries on the kitchen table. He quietly, carefully picked his way around the pile of furniture that had been expelled from the living room. He crept up behind Nick and put his arms on Nick’s hips and kissed him lightly.
“Lookin’ good,” Greg said softly, dragging his gaze up and down Nick’s work clothes.
“Me or the walls?” Nick smiled.
“What walls?”
Nick laughed and pulled away. “You don’t want to get too close to me, or you’ll ruin your shirt, G.”
“I couldn’t help it. You know I love seeing you covered in white stuff.” Greg leaned closer to the walls, inspecting the paint job. “Hey, you missed a spot.”
“Are you sure? Where?”
He pointed to a discolored splotch about waist-high. “Right there.” And then, casually, “I could jack off on the spot and no one would know the difference.”
Nick looked horrified.
Greg grinned and started rubbing himself through his jeans. “I’ve done that before, you know, but not on purpose.”
Nick arched an eyebrow, decided to play along. “You can jack off all right, just not on my masterpiece.”
“Sounds good to me.” Greg continued to wander around the room, one hand now barely slipping inside the top of his pants.
“You know what? I could use a break.” Nick disappeared into the bedroom, stripping off his paint-covered shirt as he went. Greg scrambled after him.
Greg found Nick lying on their bed naked. His hair was flecked with white, along with his legs and arms. His cock was growing half-hard against his leg as he lightly stroked it with his left hand, the other hand tucked behind his head. Greg stood staring at the foot of the bed, distracted.
“You gonna join me or do I get to do it all by myself?” Nick’s cock was fully erect by now and he was starting to pump it faster.
Greg threw his shirt to the side and crawled on to the bed, straddling Nick’s legs. He leaned close enough to lick Nick’s cock, but instead moved up to kiss him on the lips. Greg ran his tounge along the roof of Nick’s mouth, exploring territory he knew so well.
They broke apart and Greg stood up on his knees. Nick reached for Greg’s jeans, wanting to yank them down, but Greg swatted his hand away. Greg undid his belt and tossed it over his shoulder, then pulled the zipper down just enough so he could reach inside and take his cock out through his boxers. Nick tried to stroke it but once again, Greg hit his hand away. Greg grinned and simultaneously wrapped his left hand around his own cock and started stroking Nick with his right.
Nick’s eyes shot open and he moaned loudly. Watching Greg masturbate had always been one of his personal kinks, but even though he would never admit that out loud Greg knew it got him off anyway. Greg looked so debauched above him, his jeans open and exposing his hard cock, as he rocked back and forth into his fist and kept the rhythm on Nick’s shaft. Nick could feel himself getting closer to the edge.
Greg opened his eyes and smiled down at Nick. He took his hand off Nick’s cock and quickly sucked three fingers into his mouth before returning it to its place. The slickness added to the pleasure and Nick let himself get lost in the feeling. “Uh,” Greg grunted as he worked to bring Nick off faster. He was getting more vocal as he always did when he was close to orgasm.
“Fuck, yes, Greg, make me come,” Nick panted.
“I know you like seeing me like this,” Greg managed to say. His wet grip became more erratic, tracing the thick vein on the side of Nick’s cock, running against the cut head. “Come for me, Nicky!”
That’s all it took and Greg pulled his hand away as Nick came hard. His orgasm splattered across his abs. Nick reached up and encircled Greg’s pumping fist in his own and Greg went over the edge and shot onto Nick’s stomach, mixing with Nick’s seed and creating a scene not unlike the freshly painted walls of the living room.
Greg supported himself with one arm, breathing heavily. He was still kneeling over Nick. With a dirty grin, Greg ran a finger through the drops of white coating Nick’s stomach. He swirled and moved his finger, drawing a white “G” across Nick’s abs. Then he sucked the used finger into his mouth, licked it clean.
“I wanted to do some painting of my own.”
A/N: That was fun writing because I have such a masturbation/handjob kink. :p
ngchallenge challenge.Title: Drops of White
Challenge: 2 – Dirty Boys
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: Nick and Greg do some...painting.
X-posted!
Drops of White
What used to be the living room was empty. Plastic littered the floor, and a lone ladder stood in the far corner. Nick stood in the center and stared up at the freshly painted walls, drops of white dotted across his clothes and skin.
Greg, having just gotten back from shopping, dropped the bags of groceries on the kitchen table. He quietly, carefully picked his way around the pile of furniture that had been expelled from the living room. He crept up behind Nick and put his arms on Nick’s hips and kissed him lightly.
“Lookin’ good,” Greg said softly, dragging his gaze up and down Nick’s work clothes.
“Me or the walls?” Nick smiled.
“What walls?”
Nick laughed and pulled away. “You don’t want to get too close to me, or you’ll ruin your shirt, G.”
“I couldn’t help it. You know I love seeing you covered in white stuff.” Greg leaned closer to the walls, inspecting the paint job. “Hey, you missed a spot.”
“Are you sure? Where?”
He pointed to a discolored splotch about waist-high. “Right there.” And then, casually, “I could jack off on the spot and no one would know the difference.”
Nick looked horrified.
Greg grinned and started rubbing himself through his jeans. “I’ve done that before, you know, but not on purpose.”
Nick arched an eyebrow, decided to play along. “You can jack off all right, just not on my masterpiece.”
“Sounds good to me.” Greg continued to wander around the room, one hand now barely slipping inside the top of his pants.
“You know what? I could use a break.” Nick disappeared into the bedroom, stripping off his paint-covered shirt as he went. Greg scrambled after him.
Greg found Nick lying on their bed naked. His hair was flecked with white, along with his legs and arms. His cock was growing half-hard against his leg as he lightly stroked it with his left hand, the other hand tucked behind his head. Greg stood staring at the foot of the bed, distracted.
“You gonna join me or do I get to do it all by myself?” Nick’s cock was fully erect by now and he was starting to pump it faster.
Greg threw his shirt to the side and crawled on to the bed, straddling Nick’s legs. He leaned close enough to lick Nick’s cock, but instead moved up to kiss him on the lips. Greg ran his tounge along the roof of Nick’s mouth, exploring territory he knew so well.
They broke apart and Greg stood up on his knees. Nick reached for Greg’s jeans, wanting to yank them down, but Greg swatted his hand away. Greg undid his belt and tossed it over his shoulder, then pulled the zipper down just enough so he could reach inside and take his cock out through his boxers. Nick tried to stroke it but once again, Greg hit his hand away. Greg grinned and simultaneously wrapped his left hand around his own cock and started stroking Nick with his right.
Nick’s eyes shot open and he moaned loudly. Watching Greg masturbate had always been one of his personal kinks, but even though he would never admit that out loud Greg knew it got him off anyway. Greg looked so debauched above him, his jeans open and exposing his hard cock, as he rocked back and forth into his fist and kept the rhythm on Nick’s shaft. Nick could feel himself getting closer to the edge.
Greg opened his eyes and smiled down at Nick. He took his hand off Nick’s cock and quickly sucked three fingers into his mouth before returning it to its place. The slickness added to the pleasure and Nick let himself get lost in the feeling. “Uh,” Greg grunted as he worked to bring Nick off faster. He was getting more vocal as he always did when he was close to orgasm.
“Fuck, yes, Greg, make me come,” Nick panted.
“I know you like seeing me like this,” Greg managed to say. His wet grip became more erratic, tracing the thick vein on the side of Nick’s cock, running against the cut head. “Come for me, Nicky!”
That’s all it took and Greg pulled his hand away as Nick came hard. His orgasm splattered across his abs. Nick reached up and encircled Greg’s pumping fist in his own and Greg went over the edge and shot onto Nick’s stomach, mixing with Nick’s seed and creating a scene not unlike the freshly painted walls of the living room.
Greg supported himself with one arm, breathing heavily. He was still kneeling over Nick. With a dirty grin, Greg ran a finger through the drops of white coating Nick’s stomach. He swirled and moved his finger, drawing a white “G” across Nick’s abs. Then he sucked the used finger into his mouth, licked it clean.
“I wanted to do some painting of my own.”
A/N: That was fun writing because I have such a masturbation/handjob kink. :p
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