nickngreg | More Fun With Breakfast

Title: More Fun With Breakfast
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Spoilers: Season 5, I suppose...
Summary: What do you do with those leftovers condiments?
A/N: This was written about a month ago, and there was a request to finish it. This is my second post tonight...Yay! Enjoy!

Nick's POV-
I'm rolling down a hill…. rolling…rolling… then I hit a tree, and my eyes fly open. Looking around a little, I see that I'm lying in my bed, and my boyfriend is sitting at my shoulder, watching me sleep.

"Hi there handsome. Did I wake you?" His hand is so soft against my cheek, and I take that hand in mine, and talk to him, my voice thick with sleep.

"Hey baby." His smile is even sweeter than usual when I call him that, but it just seems so very right as a pet name for him. I reach my arms above my head and grab a couple of the slats in my headboard to stretch my back at the same time as I point my toes. Once my back pops, I reach down to thread my fingers with his.

"I know you were out in the field kind of late, so I don't want to disturb your rest." Fuck sleep, I'd rather lie here and touch each other.

"What time is it? Did you already go home and sleep?" Greg lies down next to me, still dressed in his work clothes of black jeans and a light blue button up shirt with a faint stripe on it. Not sure if it is because of his promotion or being with me, but his wardrobe has become a little more mainstream in the last few months and looks really nice on him. He still has all the funny t-shirts and the loud eyesores he wore in the lab, and wears them on off days, but at work, he's so much more professional. I'd like to hope that I'm rubbing off on him; and speaking of rubbing, Greg has begun to knead my nipple with his fingers, and it's making my dick twitch under the sheet.

"Nope, I came right over after Sophia and I got finished this morning." He looks over at the clock. "It's only about quarter after nine. What time did you get to sleep? I hate to keep you up." Yeah, he keeps me up…up and ready to fuck him all the time. I have to laugh a little; if we ever get the team back together and he and I are paired on a case, we're going to need a third person with us, or it will be a struggle to get anything done.

"Nah, you're good G…I crashed about 3." Slowly, he slides up the bed until we're nose to nose, and he gently touches his lips to mine. He's such a great kisser, just about the best I've ever dated; and that is not the extent of his skills in the romance department. Even though I prefer to top when we make love, I sure don’t mind it when he's in the mood to fuck me senseless. While he starts to lick my neck, my hands make their way down to that cute little ass he insists on hiding in baggy pants.

"Are you hungry Nicky?" That, my boy, is a loaded question. I laugh and hold his face to kiss him again soundly.

"For you, Greggo, always…" Then I hear a loud rumble; causing us both to look under Greg and we laugh. "But yeah, it sounds like I could eat." He gets off of me, and stands next to the bed.

"Okay…I'll go get the breakfast I bought on the way over here. I'll go see what needs to be heated up." Sitting up, I put a pillow behind my back anticipating our meal.

"Sure…you know where the plates are and how to use that microwave." A huge smile comes over his face.

"Okay. Be right back." He sprints out of the room, and I realize I have to take a piss. Getting out of bed and going into the bathroom, I can hear him in the kitchen, pressing buttons and searching for silverware. When I'm done, I wash my hands and head back to the bedroom, putting on my boxers before sitting against the pillow again.

After a few more minutes, I can smell coffee, and Greg comes in with the bed tray full of two plates and two big steaming mugs. I bought that tray when he was staying here to recuperate after the lab explosion, so it always brings back good and bad memories when we use it.

"Mmm…smells good, babe. What did you get?" Setting the tray at my feet, I see there are several very full plates on it. Greg kisses my cheek before he starts to get undressed. First his shirt then his jeans, leaving him in boxers only, which I have noticed have little Garfield faces all over them; and not only is my mouth watering at the sight of breakfast, but at Greg's almost naked body.

"I wasn't sure what you might want, so when I stopped at Denny's, I got a few different breakfast plates. We can always warm up the leftovers later." Now that he's comfortable, my boyfriend sits at the end of the bed and on the other side of the tray, then hands me one of the cups of coffee. Taking a drink, I can taste that it's that delicious Blue Hawaiian he loves.

"You made the good stuff this morning." He smiles and puts down his cup before taking a fork from the tray.

"Yep. Brought a bag of it with me to keep here…I hope that was okay. I was thinking that I might be staying here sometimes…was I too presumptive Nicky?" No, because if I have my way, he'll be moved in here and out of that cracker box of an apartment very soon.

"No way…if you want, we can clean out a drawer for you after we eat." A big smile comes over Greg's face as he eats a forkful of scrambled eggs, so I think he might be good with this idea. Looking over our spread, he got some eggs and bacon with toast, pancakes, and an order of biscuits and gravy with my favorite, a chicken fried steak. Slicing a piece of the steak, I slip it in the middle of a biscuit and take a huge bite. So delicious, and it's almost as good as my mom's. "I must be starving, because this is one of the best breakfasts I've had in a long time." He smiles and puts some butter and syrup on the pancakes, then divides the stack in half.

"I know…we got busy on our case, so I ran through the drive through at Mickey D's about 2am for a couple of Happy Meals. Let's just say Gris was not too impressed." He chuckles as he jellies a piece of toast. "Sofia got a better toy than he did." This makes me laugh, as well as miss working with my friends and the zanyness of the overnight shift.

After wolfing down his half of the stack, Greg cuts off a big bite of the sweet pancakes and holds it out for me to eat. Before I can take into my mouth, some of the syrup lands on my thigh. Before I have time to wipe it off with a napkin, he leans over and licks it off. This is making me hard again, and is also giving me an idea.

"Hey G? I have a question for you?" He looks up from the plate he just picked up, chewing on a piece of bacon. "You know how you said that you like to get tied up after you eat Thai food? What about after pancakes?" A small smile comes over his face as he puts his plate down, then tilts towards me, pulls me to him and kisses me.

"I think I might like that. We never did do it that one night did we?" I kiss him back, moving the tray out of the way so I can scoot closer to him and hold that slender torso I love so much.

"Nope…you fell asleep after we ate. That's okay though…maybe we can try it again today. You still good to go before you head to bed for the day?"

"Of course… kinky sex with Nick Stokes? I'll stay awake as long as I need to for that." Taking his earlobe in between my teeth, I pull a little on it while rubbing up under his knee, which I know drives him crazy.

"Why don't you put the rest of the food away, and I'll look for something for ties so we can play, okay?" Greg scrambles off the bed, grabs the tray and almost runs into the kitchen while I walk over to my closet and open the door. Aha… I see an old pair of handcuffs from my cop uniform, and while they might work, I’m not quite sure where the keys are, so those are out. Turning towards the door, there is my answer…a couple of ugly old neckties that I kept for some reason. I wear ties and a suit in court, but these must have been from when I first started, and then replaced when I started to make more money.

"I'm back!" I can feel Greg's body heat behind me, and the look on his face is so very funny. He looks like he used to when he'd find the DNA results that might crack a case. "Ooh…very nice….silk is strong, but soft on skin." Stepping up so our noses are touching, we both get a little smirk on our face, and I rub his ass through his boxers before pushing them off his hips so he's naked.

"Go get on the bed…" He presses his soft lips against mine again then sprints back over to the bed, which is a combination breakfast nook and playpen today.

Once Greg is lying on his back, I shed my own underwear and get on the bed, straddling his thighs; then I pick up the ties and in both hands hold them in front of my face just below my eyes. My eyebrows go up while looking at my baby whose face looks like he's saying 'Oh my God'. Moving them to one hand, I put my other one on his chest…. I need to know if he really is okay if we do this.

"Baby…are you sure about this? We don't have to do this." He rubs his palm over the top of my hand.

"I'm sure, I've done it before. This is what you want, and I want this if you want it. Tie me up, lover!" I have to laugh; he's so fucking cute. I take one of his arms and kiss the wrist before I put the silk strap around it and fasten it to the headboard. As the tie gets secured, his eyes get a little bigger; but when I tie the second one, pulling other his arm over his head, I can hear his breathing getting a little shorter and louder. I move down and put my palm on his cheek.

"Greg…Baby? Are you okay? Do you want me to untie you, because I will?" His head moves so he can kiss my hand then he shakes his head.

"No, it doesn't hurt, just haven't done it for a while. Please…do it, Nicky." Leaning down, I take his lips with mine and kiss him, sort of sucking on his bottom lip a little.

"It should be fun, as well as delicious." He lets out a little laugh and kisses me again before I reach over and grab one of the cups of syrup I took off the tray before he took it away. As I move to sit between his legs, I peel the foil cover off all the way off. Greg watches me with a little smile on his lips; and when I dip my finger in then lick it off, a little moan escapes his mouth. My finger goes back into the plastic container and when I have the tip loaded, I reach up and trace the outline of his nipples and belly button. Putting more sauce on my fingers, I draw a heart in the middle of his chest; then when I go around the outline of his lips, he laughs and then licks it off.

"Yum. I can't wait to taste this on you."

"You just might, babe." I'm not sure what to do with the rest, which isn't much, but all of a sudden I think of something naughty to do to him. Greg is watching me still, so I tilt the cup and a tiny stream comes out, hitting the tip of his cock and rolling down the sides like that stack of pancakes. When I look back at him, his mouth is wide open like he can't believe what I've just done. Well, you just wait sweet boy. I smile at him with my eyebrows cocked again before I lean down and take him between my lips. Oh damn…if I knew that this was going to taste so good, I would have done this sooner. As I suck on him, my tongue is working in this sort of twisty thing I've never tried on him before.

"Nick?" Good, his breath is coming shorter; he likes this. "Nick!?" I move back, letting him fall out of my mouth, and put my hand on his thigh.

"Are you okay?" There's a light sheen of sweat on his chest and stomach already, but I'm more worried about this hurting his arms and shoulders.

"Yes…it’s so good. Please don't stop… Nicky, please." Knowing he's feeling more than alright, I go back to my task. Once I start playing with his balls, it's just a few more minutes before my boy is pulling on the restraints, his back arching and he's shooting down my throat. Mm…maple flavored cum. We need to get more of this stuff or even just a bottle of Mrs. Butterworth from Albertson's. Once he's all clean, or as much as I can do with just my tongue, I move back to try and lick up all the sticky stuff off of his chest and stomach; then I lay on top of him.

"You still okay, baby? You want some more?" I'm harder than I remember being in a long time. While I was blowing him I had to resist the urge to stroke myself and come too; but I always love the feeling of being in him, and I want to come buried deep in that exquisite little ass.

"Yeah…fuck me…please? I want you to fuck me…hard." That makes me laugh. My naughty boy…well I'm feeling horny as hell. I scoot back up so I am sitting with my ass just above his crotch and start to grind a little while I pull on my hard cock, teasing him.

"Is this what you want Baby? You want this inside you, pumping…sliding in and out of you." His eyes close as a moan escapes his lips, and I can feel him getting hard again under me. I've never seen someone recover as quickly as Greg and it turns me on even more. Enough torture of the both of us…I need him now. The nightstands both here and at his place stay stocked with lube and condoms, so I just have to lean over to grab the bottle and a foil packet from next to my bed before moving back between his legs.

"Nick-yyyyy!" Two slick fingers enter his hole, and as I stretch him, my other hand is rubbing up the under side of his thigh.

"The arms and shoulders still alright? That's all we need…two dislocated shoulders." He nods in between his head going back and forth on the pillow. "Okay… just a minute, Baby." I get myself all lubed up then pull both of his slender legs onto my shoulders. Holding onto his hips, I slowly push into his body until my balls are almost against his ass. "Oh Baby!"

"Nicky…" His breath is coming heavier already, and then I feel him start to wiggle his hips.

"Are you ready Greg?" Greg nods his head and I start to move. We get into a nice rhythm before I reach up and kiss him again, a nice long one with some tongue. As I continue to thrust, my hand strokes up and down one leg while the other hand moves to his chest to pinch his nipples. A little whimper comes from him, and he reaches his head up to lick my chin.

"God you feel so good. Maybe go a little faster, please babe…fuck me harder…please!" My arms move up to wrap around the upper part of his legs, and I start to pound into him, going a little deeper each time. The passion is building deep in me, and my balls are starting to tighten when I hear him moaning under me. Moving just a bit, I think I'm getting his sweet spot because his moaning is getting louder and his face is getting flushed. Looking at my Greggo's cock, it's red and weeping so I let go of one leg and start stroking in time with our movements.

"Oh Baby…it's just so…" I'm starting to lose the ability to make sentences, or even words. Making love to him does that to me…being inside of him and loving him makes me leave my brain somewhere else.

"Nick…Nicky…just a little…more!" A couple more thrusts and then all of a sudden, he's sucking air and he comes, hitting me in the chin and chest along with his stomach. I have to push a little harder with his ass muscles tightening, but it's not long before I'm unloading myself into the condom.

"Baby! Oh my God! Greeeeeeg!" When I'm done, I gently pull out of him, and then I put his legs down with his feet on the bed to lean on his knees while I get my breath back. After a couple of minutes, I tie off the condom to toss it in the trash, and get up to untie the bonds from my boyfriend's wrists. Gently, I kiss each wrist before each arm is brought back down to his side then I lie next to him, my head resting on his pillow and my arm across his body. A hand comes up to brush through my sweaty hair, and looking to my right I see the tired but glowing face of the man who I'm beginning to think might be the love of my life.
"Oh Nicky…that was just so incredible. I've never felt anything like that, ever."

"I know…me too. The look on your face…. was just so…just so beautiful. Your arms and shoulders okay?" Before I move to lie on his chest, I kiss each of his shoulders and rub my hand on his cheek, a little smile coming across his face.

"Yeah, I'm good. No…not good." Oh shit what did I do to him? I sit up a little, touching his chest, probably with a look of panic. "No, Nicky, it's okay. This wasn't bad…it was absolutely amazing. Thank you…" Lying down again, I feel one of his hands on my back and the other petting my head. "I love you Nicky." What did he just say? We've never said those three little words, even though I'm pretty sure we’ve been feeling them for a while, and for me it started even before that first night together at the Mirage.

"Greg? Did you just say what I think you just said?" Squeezing me tighter in his arms, I can hear him sniffing a little, so I rotate my head so I can rest my chin on his chest and see his beautiful brown eyes, which have a few tears in them. When he nods, I kiss his chest and smile at him. "Good, because I love you too, Boss." Smiling back at me, he takes my hand that is resting on his chest, and kisses the palm before putting it back over his pec. "Why don't you get some sleep and I'll stay with you for a while."

"Okay… just don’t leave before I wake up. I am definitely going to need a shower to wash this syrup off and I want you to help me."

"Good thing I have a really big hot water heater."