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nickngregTitle: A walk on the beach
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
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fred_bear and godgaleshot Sometimes you would think I don't write in English except for them.
Special thank you tofred_bear for supplying surf terms, explaining them and giving me the rashie and websites that explained things.
This story is dedicated toflipflopadd1ct
Thrusting deeper into the willing body arching beneath him, Nick struggled to balance himself, muscles corded and veins standing out on both arms. The long legs wrapped around his waist pulled him even deeper as he lost his rhythm, driving harder and faster, only to finally slip over the edge gasping with his release. He collapsed into Greg’s arms, slick sweat and cum between them, as Greg’s hands smoothed circles on his back.
“I love you,” he murmured into Greg’s ear, his breathing slowing down and heart rate beginning to steady.
“I love you, too.” Nick smiled contentedly at hearing Greg’s light voice roughened with lust.
“Let’s shower and hit the beach. I want to see you shred some waves,” Nick teased.
“Carve, Nick, it’s carving the breaks. No shredding at Laguna Beach in the summer,” laughed Greg. “Now, if you’d get off me, you big lummox, we could take a shower and maybe you could wax my stick for me,” he suggested, eyebrows waggling suggestively and with that Greg flipped Nick off him and ran for the bathroom with Nick close behind.
~*~
Every muscle of his body felt like stretched-out rubber bands and he knew tomorrow, he’d be sore. Greg had attempted to get Nick up on a board, but he just kept wiping out in two feet of water and eventually he decided to call it a day before he sanded off all his skin. He watched lazily as Greg paddled out on his board, catching the small waves and carving fluid turns into the surface of the water. His hair was wet and wild, and he was wearing neoprene shorts and a garment, which he referred to as a “rashie”. Nick thought of it more as some kind of disco bondage gear. Amongst the other surfers, Greg stood out more for his beauty, than his surfing ability. Of course, he’d been living in Vegas for a while and surfing wasn’t exactly a daily activity in the desert.
When Greg needed a break, he returned to their blanket and planted his board. He proceeded to do a little dance, wiggling out of the rashie, drawing admiring looks from other beachgoers, men and women alike, which made Nick feel proud and jealous all at once.
Greg flopped down on the blanket next to Nick and said, “That was great. I’m a little rusty but I’ve really missed that.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” was all Nick could come up with. His own short surfing career had led him to believe this was some arcane form of torture to be endured only under protest. “Are you done now?”
“Nope, just taking a breather,” said Greg. “Would you put sun block on my back? Pale northern European skin, you know. Don’t want to burn like a rock lobster.”
“Um, uh, not here. People can see–” Nick stuttered, feeling like an ass.
“You can tell me you love me but you can’t rub sun block on me? Don’t you love me enough to save me from burning?” teased Greg.
“I – I just can’t,” mumbled Nick, looking down. “There’s people all around… ”
“Nick, are you serious?” Greg looked stunned. “Sun block is just a courtesy thing, people do it for each other all the time. It’s not like I’m asking you to fuck me on the beach.”
Nick looked everywhere but at Greg.
“I can’t believe you. We’re not in Las Vegas, we went away for a weekend to be where we didn’t have to worry,” Greg’s voice grew more intense. “What’s going on? Talk to me.”
“I just feel… self conscious,” Nick said quietly.
Greg stared at him and grabbed the sun block. He applied it to his own back as well as he could, and putting on his sunglasses, he lay down on his stomach staring moodily out at the waves.
“I’m sorry,” said Nick.
“I… know,” Greg answered, not looking at him.
Nick didn’t know if that meant Greg accepted his apology or just that he knew Nick. He knew at least Greg wasn’t going to push it right now. Nick had to admit that Greg was very patient with him, understanding and tolerant. He just wasn’t as patient with himself. He wanted to kick himself whenever he did this to Greg. Over and over, he’d promised himself to start fresh and then in the moment he panicked. He’d agreed to this vacation knowing that Greg planned it so they would be in a different state where they didn’t know anyone and they could relax. Yet somehow Nick was always thinking ahead, planning for eventualities, shaping his actions to conform to the line of least resistance. Don’t attract attention and nothing bad will happen.
Greg rolled on his side and held one arm straight up in the air, feeling the breeze on his sun-warmed skin, wondering if it was the right time to say this. “Nick, you’re always saying, what if, what if? Well, what if someone saw you put sun block on me? What’s the worst thing that could happen?”
Nick just shook his head. Doing the job they did, they both knew that people did terrible, unimaginable things to each other all the time. Nick just wanted to protect Greg and keep him safe. But he knew that wouldn’t be a popular sentiment with Greg so he didn’t dare say it. He would tell Nick that he was a grown man and could deal with whatever came up by himself. And in fact, Nick knew that he could, it’s just that being in love made him feel protective.
“I’m going for a walk,” Nick said glumly and pushed himself up off the blanket. Greg rolled back onto his stomach and settled in with his head turned away from Nick.
Nick looked down at him for a moment, wondering what it was he wanted from Greg. Was he waiting for absolution? For Greg to say, I understand and don't change a thing, Nick? He shook his head at himself and started down the beach.
It was more humid in California than Las Vegas. The air felt heavier here, warmer, but softer. The sun was fiercely bright, glinting off the rolling waves and forcing heat shimmers off the sand. The dull sound of the waves rolling onto the beach muted the noise of children laughing, of people yelling to each other, and the cries of the seagulls wheeling overhead in the sky, looking for scraps to eat. It sounded vaguely hypnotic, soothing Nick’s raw nerves like the hushing of a white sound machine.
He plodded across the sand, feeling it shift under his feet, wondering if he’d have shin splints tomorrow. He looked down, searching for seashells or rocks but finding very few. Two teenage boys passed him. They were sharing an ice cream cone, taking turns licking the melting mint chocolate chip with pink tongues. One of them reminded Nick a little of himself when he was younger; tallish with an athletic build and short brown hair. He was tanned, wearing khaki cargo shorts slung low on his lean hips, flip flops and a puka shell necklace. The other kid was dressed pretty much the same, a little taller, leaner, with sandy blonde spikey hair, reminding Nick a little of Greg. The brown-haired boy licked the melting ice cream off his companion’s hand where it was trickling over his fingers. “Jeff!” the other boy protested and laughed, taking off with the cone. The kid called Jeff ran after him and caught him by the shoulders, whirling him around. Then they walked off with their arms around each other.
Nick looked after them, feeling envy, astonishment and a little thrill. He wondered what his life would have been like if he’d been able to be that at ease when he was that age. His own teen years in Texas had included empty dates with big-haired cheerleaders, the struggle to participate in those unending conversations lauding women’s parts, and the shamed desire he felt for the hurried hand and blow jobs at drunken parties, taking place, oh so appropriately, in closets.
He wondered if he had been able to date another boy, would the intervening years have been so empty, so unfulfilling? He’d tried to date women and viewed getting married as a sort of life sentence that he couldn’t escape. What would have happened if he’d been able to fall in love with another guy, how would his life have been different? It was such an alien concept, he didn’t think he could wrap his head around it. And if things had been different, would he still have ended up falling in love with Greg?
He reached the rocks and tidal pools. There was a little more shelter here from the wind and voices faded as he left the crowds behind, but the bird’s cries still echoed across the rocks. Out in the surf, he could see rock formations where seals were sunning themselves, sleek, fat and smug in the sun.
He looked down to see the hidden creatures of the ocean moving in the tidal pools, that were full of urchins and small crabs, little shellfish and everywhere there was seaweed. He meandered further, looking down at the colors gleaming from the mini worlds drowned in crystal pools trapped between the rocks.
Suddenly he heard soft laughter, muffled by the sounds of the wind and surf. Glancing around, he saw the kid Jeff with his friend behind some rocks, laughing together. The taller boy leaned in and kissed Jeff softly on the mouth. Nick’s jaw dropped open and he stood stock-still. There weren’t a lot of people here amongst the rocks, but still… Jeff’s arms went around his companion as they deepened the kiss. Suddenly Nick realized he’d just turned into a Peeping Tom, and started walking again.
Those two kids just kissed on the beach, virtually in the open and nothing happened. Okay, granted, you couldn’t do that just anywhere, but Nick was astounded at their courage. And here he couldn’t even rub sun block on the man he loved?
Nick reached the end of the beach, where the cliff tumbled down to meet the ocean and stood while the spray from the ocean misted over him. He turned and started back toward the main beach. As he drew near to where he’d last seen the boys, he couldn’t resist taking a peek. He could just see Jeff’s head and shoulders leaning back against a convenient rock. Judging by his expression, Nick decided he was probably getting the best, or perhaps first, blowjob of his life. His eyes fluttered shut and when he cried out sharply with release the wind whisked away the sound of his cry, camouflaging it with the calls of the birds and roar of the ocean.
Nick felt as if he’d been released as well. If these kids were that brave, okay, maybe stupid or reckless, but they were so willing to just take, to feel and to be in the moment, wasn’t he ridiculous refusing to put sun block on Greg? Nick grinned and hurried back to the blanket where he’d left Greg, hoping he was still there. Hoping he hadn’t blown their vacation on the first day.
As he drew nearer, he could see Greg lying flat on his stomach, head propped on his hands, still looking out to the ocean. Nick came up quietly behind Greg. Stealthily he picked up the bottle of sun block and poured the cool liquid into his hands. He crouched and slid his hands sensuously all over Greg’s back. “Don’t want to let you get sunburnt there, surfer dude.”
Greg rolled on his side and smiled up uncertainly at Nick. “What brought this on? I thought…”
“I was an asshole,” Nick said. “I’m sorry. I… I don’t know why you’re so patient with me when I’m so lame.”
“I guess I just love an asshole,” grinned Greg forgivingly, “Especially yours.”
Nick leaned down and kissed Greg, at first barely brushing their lips together, breathing Greg in, cologne, sun block, salt from the ocean and that masculine Greg scent all mixed together, so intoxicating that Nick started to feel a little drunk. Then pressing against Greg’s lips, tongue forcing Greg’s mouth open, tasting him, tongues coming together, sliding in concert, wet and hot. Nick swallowed Greg’s moan and kissed him more deeply, feeling Greg shiver as his hand came up to clutch at the back of Nick’s neck, pulling him closer. Nick let his eyes close, knowing that he had everything he ever wanted right here in his arms. Greg tore his mouth away, chest heaving, eyes dazed and sat up, taking Nick’s hand, twining his fingers with Nick’s. Nick looked into Greg’s eyes and said out loud, in public, “I love you, Greg Sanders.”
A huge grin spread over Greg’s stunned face and he lunged forward, capturing Nick’s mouth in another kiss, gripping his shoulder hard. Nick heard clapping and looking up, he saw the kid Jeff and his friend smiling and applauding softly so as not to attract the attention of the other sun worshippers.
Greg tossed them an impudent grin and stood up, still holding Nick’s hand. “Want to take this somewhere more private?” he leered. Nick nodded feeling happier than he ever had before, and hand in hand, Nick and Greg walked up the beach to their hotel.
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own them. Wish I did, where can I get some of my very own?
Thank you to my betas, the beautimous and user-friendly
fred_bear and godgaleshot Sometimes you would think I don't write in English except for them.Special thank you to
fred_bear for supplying surf terms, explaining them and giving me the rashie and websites that explained things.This story is dedicated to
flipflopadd1ctThrusting deeper into the willing body arching beneath him, Nick struggled to balance himself, muscles corded and veins standing out on both arms. The long legs wrapped around his waist pulled him even deeper as he lost his rhythm, driving harder and faster, only to finally slip over the edge gasping with his release. He collapsed into Greg’s arms, slick sweat and cum between them, as Greg’s hands smoothed circles on his back.
“I love you,” he murmured into Greg’s ear, his breathing slowing down and heart rate beginning to steady.
“I love you, too.” Nick smiled contentedly at hearing Greg’s light voice roughened with lust.
“Let’s shower and hit the beach. I want to see you shred some waves,” Nick teased.
“Carve, Nick, it’s carving the breaks. No shredding at Laguna Beach in the summer,” laughed Greg. “Now, if you’d get off me, you big lummox, we could take a shower and maybe you could wax my stick for me,” he suggested, eyebrows waggling suggestively and with that Greg flipped Nick off him and ran for the bathroom with Nick close behind.
~*~
Every muscle of his body felt like stretched-out rubber bands and he knew tomorrow, he’d be sore. Greg had attempted to get Nick up on a board, but he just kept wiping out in two feet of water and eventually he decided to call it a day before he sanded off all his skin. He watched lazily as Greg paddled out on his board, catching the small waves and carving fluid turns into the surface of the water. His hair was wet and wild, and he was wearing neoprene shorts and a garment, which he referred to as a “rashie”. Nick thought of it more as some kind of disco bondage gear. Amongst the other surfers, Greg stood out more for his beauty, than his surfing ability. Of course, he’d been living in Vegas for a while and surfing wasn’t exactly a daily activity in the desert.
When Greg needed a break, he returned to their blanket and planted his board. He proceeded to do a little dance, wiggling out of the rashie, drawing admiring looks from other beachgoers, men and women alike, which made Nick feel proud and jealous all at once.
Greg flopped down on the blanket next to Nick and said, “That was great. I’m a little rusty but I’ve really missed that.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” was all Nick could come up with. His own short surfing career had led him to believe this was some arcane form of torture to be endured only under protest. “Are you done now?”
“Nope, just taking a breather,” said Greg. “Would you put sun block on my back? Pale northern European skin, you know. Don’t want to burn like a rock lobster.”
“Um, uh, not here. People can see–” Nick stuttered, feeling like an ass.
“You can tell me you love me but you can’t rub sun block on me? Don’t you love me enough to save me from burning?” teased Greg.
“I – I just can’t,” mumbled Nick, looking down. “There’s people all around… ”
“Nick, are you serious?” Greg looked stunned. “Sun block is just a courtesy thing, people do it for each other all the time. It’s not like I’m asking you to fuck me on the beach.”
Nick looked everywhere but at Greg.
“I can’t believe you. We’re not in Las Vegas, we went away for a weekend to be where we didn’t have to worry,” Greg’s voice grew more intense. “What’s going on? Talk to me.”
“I just feel… self conscious,” Nick said quietly.
Greg stared at him and grabbed the sun block. He applied it to his own back as well as he could, and putting on his sunglasses, he lay down on his stomach staring moodily out at the waves.
“I’m sorry,” said Nick.
“I… know,” Greg answered, not looking at him.
Nick didn’t know if that meant Greg accepted his apology or just that he knew Nick. He knew at least Greg wasn’t going to push it right now. Nick had to admit that Greg was very patient with him, understanding and tolerant. He just wasn’t as patient with himself. He wanted to kick himself whenever he did this to Greg. Over and over, he’d promised himself to start fresh and then in the moment he panicked. He’d agreed to this vacation knowing that Greg planned it so they would be in a different state where they didn’t know anyone and they could relax. Yet somehow Nick was always thinking ahead, planning for eventualities, shaping his actions to conform to the line of least resistance. Don’t attract attention and nothing bad will happen.
Greg rolled on his side and held one arm straight up in the air, feeling the breeze on his sun-warmed skin, wondering if it was the right time to say this. “Nick, you’re always saying, what if, what if? Well, what if someone saw you put sun block on me? What’s the worst thing that could happen?”
Nick just shook his head. Doing the job they did, they both knew that people did terrible, unimaginable things to each other all the time. Nick just wanted to protect Greg and keep him safe. But he knew that wouldn’t be a popular sentiment with Greg so he didn’t dare say it. He would tell Nick that he was a grown man and could deal with whatever came up by himself. And in fact, Nick knew that he could, it’s just that being in love made him feel protective.
“I’m going for a walk,” Nick said glumly and pushed himself up off the blanket. Greg rolled back onto his stomach and settled in with his head turned away from Nick.
Nick looked down at him for a moment, wondering what it was he wanted from Greg. Was he waiting for absolution? For Greg to say, I understand and don't change a thing, Nick? He shook his head at himself and started down the beach.
It was more humid in California than Las Vegas. The air felt heavier here, warmer, but softer. The sun was fiercely bright, glinting off the rolling waves and forcing heat shimmers off the sand. The dull sound of the waves rolling onto the beach muted the noise of children laughing, of people yelling to each other, and the cries of the seagulls wheeling overhead in the sky, looking for scraps to eat. It sounded vaguely hypnotic, soothing Nick’s raw nerves like the hushing of a white sound machine.
He plodded across the sand, feeling it shift under his feet, wondering if he’d have shin splints tomorrow. He looked down, searching for seashells or rocks but finding very few. Two teenage boys passed him. They were sharing an ice cream cone, taking turns licking the melting mint chocolate chip with pink tongues. One of them reminded Nick a little of himself when he was younger; tallish with an athletic build and short brown hair. He was tanned, wearing khaki cargo shorts slung low on his lean hips, flip flops and a puka shell necklace. The other kid was dressed pretty much the same, a little taller, leaner, with sandy blonde spikey hair, reminding Nick a little of Greg. The brown-haired boy licked the melting ice cream off his companion’s hand where it was trickling over his fingers. “Jeff!” the other boy protested and laughed, taking off with the cone. The kid called Jeff ran after him and caught him by the shoulders, whirling him around. Then they walked off with their arms around each other.
Nick looked after them, feeling envy, astonishment and a little thrill. He wondered what his life would have been like if he’d been able to be that at ease when he was that age. His own teen years in Texas had included empty dates with big-haired cheerleaders, the struggle to participate in those unending conversations lauding women’s parts, and the shamed desire he felt for the hurried hand and blow jobs at drunken parties, taking place, oh so appropriately, in closets.
He wondered if he had been able to date another boy, would the intervening years have been so empty, so unfulfilling? He’d tried to date women and viewed getting married as a sort of life sentence that he couldn’t escape. What would have happened if he’d been able to fall in love with another guy, how would his life have been different? It was such an alien concept, he didn’t think he could wrap his head around it. And if things had been different, would he still have ended up falling in love with Greg?
He reached the rocks and tidal pools. There was a little more shelter here from the wind and voices faded as he left the crowds behind, but the bird’s cries still echoed across the rocks. Out in the surf, he could see rock formations where seals were sunning themselves, sleek, fat and smug in the sun.
He looked down to see the hidden creatures of the ocean moving in the tidal pools, that were full of urchins and small crabs, little shellfish and everywhere there was seaweed. He meandered further, looking down at the colors gleaming from the mini worlds drowned in crystal pools trapped between the rocks.
Suddenly he heard soft laughter, muffled by the sounds of the wind and surf. Glancing around, he saw the kid Jeff with his friend behind some rocks, laughing together. The taller boy leaned in and kissed Jeff softly on the mouth. Nick’s jaw dropped open and he stood stock-still. There weren’t a lot of people here amongst the rocks, but still… Jeff’s arms went around his companion as they deepened the kiss. Suddenly Nick realized he’d just turned into a Peeping Tom, and started walking again.
Those two kids just kissed on the beach, virtually in the open and nothing happened. Okay, granted, you couldn’t do that just anywhere, but Nick was astounded at their courage. And here he couldn’t even rub sun block on the man he loved?
Nick reached the end of the beach, where the cliff tumbled down to meet the ocean and stood while the spray from the ocean misted over him. He turned and started back toward the main beach. As he drew near to where he’d last seen the boys, he couldn’t resist taking a peek. He could just see Jeff’s head and shoulders leaning back against a convenient rock. Judging by his expression, Nick decided he was probably getting the best, or perhaps first, blowjob of his life. His eyes fluttered shut and when he cried out sharply with release the wind whisked away the sound of his cry, camouflaging it with the calls of the birds and roar of the ocean.
Nick felt as if he’d been released as well. If these kids were that brave, okay, maybe stupid or reckless, but they were so willing to just take, to feel and to be in the moment, wasn’t he ridiculous refusing to put sun block on Greg? Nick grinned and hurried back to the blanket where he’d left Greg, hoping he was still there. Hoping he hadn’t blown their vacation on the first day.
As he drew nearer, he could see Greg lying flat on his stomach, head propped on his hands, still looking out to the ocean. Nick came up quietly behind Greg. Stealthily he picked up the bottle of sun block and poured the cool liquid into his hands. He crouched and slid his hands sensuously all over Greg’s back. “Don’t want to let you get sunburnt there, surfer dude.”
Greg rolled on his side and smiled up uncertainly at Nick. “What brought this on? I thought…”
“I was an asshole,” Nick said. “I’m sorry. I… I don’t know why you’re so patient with me when I’m so lame.”
“I guess I just love an asshole,” grinned Greg forgivingly, “Especially yours.”
Nick leaned down and kissed Greg, at first barely brushing their lips together, breathing Greg in, cologne, sun block, salt from the ocean and that masculine Greg scent all mixed together, so intoxicating that Nick started to feel a little drunk. Then pressing against Greg’s lips, tongue forcing Greg’s mouth open, tasting him, tongues coming together, sliding in concert, wet and hot. Nick swallowed Greg’s moan and kissed him more deeply, feeling Greg shiver as his hand came up to clutch at the back of Nick’s neck, pulling him closer. Nick let his eyes close, knowing that he had everything he ever wanted right here in his arms. Greg tore his mouth away, chest heaving, eyes dazed and sat up, taking Nick’s hand, twining his fingers with Nick’s. Nick looked into Greg’s eyes and said out loud, in public, “I love you, Greg Sanders.”
A huge grin spread over Greg’s stunned face and he lunged forward, capturing Nick’s mouth in another kiss, gripping his shoulder hard. Nick heard clapping and looking up, he saw the kid Jeff and his friend smiling and applauding softly so as not to attract the attention of the other sun worshippers.
Greg tossed them an impudent grin and stood up, still holding Nick’s hand. “Want to take this somewhere more private?” he leered. Nick nodded feeling happier than he ever had before, and hand in hand, Nick and Greg walked up the beach to their hotel.
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Date: 2005-06-24 07:40 am (UTC)This was lotsa fun!
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Date: 2005-06-24 12:49 pm (UTC)ctx :D
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Date: 2005-06-24 02:58 pm (UTC)The end was so cute, I have big goofy smile now.
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Date: 2005-06-24 04:17 pm (UTC)You made me squeal and that's a big accomplishment, LOL. I loved this, and that's not just because a character based off me was in it. How and sweet and everything. Nick realizing how dumb he was being was done so well. This whole thing was done well. And now I want to be back on a So Cal beach right NOW!
Nick looked into Greg’s eyes and said out loud, in public, “I love you, Greg Sanders.” - Awwww!
Has Jeff seen it yet? He will have a heart attack. - lmao! I was surprised, that's for sure ;)
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Date: 2005-06-25 01:39 am (UTC)May you appear in many other fics, as well as write them. And evil (pointing finger at you) middle of dance class, I'm supposed to be helping people, right? “Variety, huh? I like being tied up.” Nick crossed his arms and leaned back in the booth, grinning madly.
Evil Jeffy. >;-p
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