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Title: Incorrigible
Just1tearforme
NC17, 1354 words
Summary: Some people don't mind being incorrigible.
Notes: I was going to work on Nerd Gone Wild I swear but the boys had other ideas, and personally I think I got the better end of the deal.



Incorrigible

“Give me your hand and I’ll show ya.” He had said with a smirk that said ‘I dare you’ and a wink that was just this side of indecent and a little left of lecherous. And somehow that explained why you had your right hand full of very warm, very male body parts beneath a pleated upper thigh grazing kilt, and your left hand slid between a fishnet shirt and toned chest pinching a nipple to peak. His head is thrown back, lipstick smeared across his mouth and you’re sucking his neck, jaw, anywhere that you can reach as he murmurs unspeakable things mindlessly. Meanwhile your hand is sliding up and down his cock, the first one you’ve ever touched outside of yours but fuck if that matters right now. His hips shift in response to your touch, trying to get you to move faster to give him more of the friction he requires. But you let him go, sliding your hand down, between his legs to grasp his balls, his smooth balls. He shaves, and it feels wonderful, you suddenly decide to follow his lead next time you shower, but tuck that thought away for another time to focus on the matter in hand. You let them roll in your palm caressing the soft skin. He’s breathing hard, panting in your ear, growling at you to “fucking get on with it.” Who are you to not oblige to such a request?

Your hand trails back to his cock, rubbing your palm over the head and spreading the precum. Up and down you slide your fist all seven and some inches of him. You alternately squeeze his cock and slide the pad of your thumb over the head each stroke. Fast, fast, slow. Slow, fast, slow. Every time he starts picking up the rhythm you change the tempo on him. His cock is so slick now, covered in precum, pulsing in your grip. Sharp pricks of pain flare in your arms, his nails biting into your skin, as a plea tumbles from his lips, “Nick” rough, strangled, drawn out. But it’s all you need, that one single word and you’re mashing your mouths together in a messy, violent kiss. Your hand is pumping away, pretense forgotten, swiftly. A few strokes is all it takes, and he’s cumming; body arching against yours, inhaling sharply and literally stealing your breath. Your mouths separate and he leans against you, chest heaving, his cock softening in your fingers. You trail your lips across his jaw to ear, tracing the shell with the very tip of your tongue, nipping the earlobe, and then sucking just below where his ear meets his jaw. This brings forth the most delicious moan and a shudder, so you do it again because hell if it isn’t doing wondrous things for you too. You also find that if you suck on that spot and ghost your fingertips across the sensitive skin just above his hips, not only do you get a moan, and a shudder, but his hips rub against your trapped erection and that does even more for you.

Suddenly, he’s not leaning against your chest anymore. His eyes are sparkling, and he has the most devious look gracing his face. His hands come up and suddenly your back collides with a locker. You were shoved, with more strength than you thought he possessed. Those hands are on you again, pushing the button of your jeans through the buttonhole and pulling down the zip. His fingers stroke you once through the cotton of your boxers before yanking the denims down past your hips. His kisses you roughly, biting at your lips before pressing on your shoulders, forcing you down to your knees. You press your face to his stomach, breathing in the scent of him. He smells like sex, not how it truly smells but how it feels, looks, tastes. You let your tongue trail a wet swathe across his waist, and his hand is gripping your head, pulling it away. “No,” he purrs looking like some debauched angel. You turn your head and press a kiss to the inside of his wrist instead, though you can’t help but feel some sadness at not getting to taste more of him.

He smiles, eyes flashing from beneath a long lashed gaze, and he’s pulling out a condom from god only knows where since his skirt doesn’t seem to have pockets, not as though you were actively looking though. He sinks to the floor, one leg on either side of yours, and winks. You’re not sure how it became very erotic, ripping open the wrapper with his teeth, but it is and if you were a girl you’d be gushing like Niagara Falls right about now. A hissed moan tumbles from you; he’s put the condom in his mouth and is rolling it down your cock, using only his mouth. And by god or whomever if that isn’t the hottest thing you’ve ever had done to you. And you realize you’re going to fuck him, right here and now even though you are in the locker room of CSI and anyone could walk in at anytime; even though you’ve never had sex with a guy before, let alone looked at one in that way either. And he’s raising himself up on his knees, grasping your cock in one hand and… all things holy you’re slipping inside, sinking all the way in. His back is arched, head thrown back, eyes closed and lips parted as half your name is groaned, his hand resting on your chest. You grip his hips in your hands, alternately flexing and tightening your fingers. Fuck if he doesn’t feel so good wrapped around your cock, and fucking hell it’s getting better. He’s begun to move, rising up till you’re almost slipping from him, and then sinking back down with a breathy moan. Your eyelids flutter because… damn that’s amazing.

You’re guiding his hips now, meeting his every thrust with your own. He rides you with abandon, skin slapping against skin, breathing erratic for the both of you. All that matters is that tight passage and muscles rippling against yours as you fuck. There’s a tingling in the soles of your feet and you’re close, every thrust bringing you closer. There’s a need for him to cum too, fall over the edge with you. Your hand slides down his hip, across his thigh and under the kilt. Muscle memory takes over as your hand curls around his cock sliding in a newly learned rhythm, counterpoint to your thrusts. The tingling has crawled up your legs, nestling in the pit of you stomach. You can feel your balls tighten and so close, you’re so close. He is too; you can see it, feel it. You lean forward, in close and do the one thing that will send you both over. “Gre-eg…” you moan long and low. There are lights behind your eyes and his nails digging into your forearms, your teeth sinking into his shoulder stifling a scream.

You lay there, back against the lockers cradled in one another. Heads rest against opposite shoulders, both sets eyes closed as you let your breathing return to normal. Slowly, you pull away from him, lift his chin and kiss him gently.  You smile and he does too with that self-satisfied smirk like the cat that got the canary and the cream too. He rises up on shaky knees and your cock finally slips out of him albeit a bit reluctantly. He strips the condom off, throwing it away. Deftly your cock is cleaned with those lithe fingers, his too, and with great care he’s tucked you back in and zipped you up. You rise to standing, wincing a little as your knee pops. Your hands move to button your jeans but he’s there first doing you up, making you look slightly presentable. He gives you a brief kiss and looks at you with a smile, holding out his hand in invitation. Unhesitatingly you take it and follow him out the door. Who needs straight anyway?

Comments

[hold-fast.livejournal.com]

Whoa. *drool* But...how is Greg able to dress that way for work? Or was it something else and I missed the point entirely?

No matter. Great story! :D

[just1tearforme.livejournal.com]

Greg wasn't wearing that outfit to work... but there was hot sex so does his reasoning really matter? LOL Glad you enjoyed.

[shacky20.livejournal.com]

OK,you are forgiven for not writing more "Nerd Gone Wild" (for now) if you can write smut like this. Damn, that was just, damn. Not if we can get this in "Nerd Gone Wild" you will have one happy fan. Glad to see you writing anything personally, Awesome job. Hopefully more soon.

[just1tearforme.livejournal.com]

I'm working on "Nerd Gone Wild", I have lots planned out in my head a good few chapters worth just have to get it on paper. And as for hot sex in NGW, you'll just have to wait and see.

[shacky20.livejournal.com]

Oh Come on, don't tease, I've been waiting patienly, I'll beg. So you won't give a little itty bitty hint on hot monkey sex in NGW?? Please????

[just1tearforme.livejournal.com]

The boys have some issues to work through, okay, lots of issues. I must get them through those first. I can tell you there will be making out, and if there is hot monkey sex I promise it will take up most of a chapter. Happy?

Much, thank you!

[shacky20.livejournal.com]

Lots of issues will probably be an understatment for Greg, but yeah, thay have lots of things, but that's OK, makes for longer fics, which I love. Making out, better, a chapter of hot monkey sex will get you my humping smilie and make Kelly a very very very happy girl

[serenity151979.livejournal.com]

Don't question why Greg was dressed like that! Just be thankful he was! This was uber-hot! I seriously couldn't get enough, I've read it twice already!

[just1tearforme.livejournal.com]

I like how you think, 'don't ask just thank'. I love that you're into this fic, it makes me happy. *mental note: hot nick and greg sex makes serenity very happy*

[serenity151979.livejournal.com]

Very very very happy! I may have read it... several more times..... =)

[shacky20.livejournal.com]

Makes Shacky very happy to, and would love to read more of it, already printed it off for my Book of Nick/Greg Slashy Smut. And I have all of NGW printed off hoping and praying for Nick/Greg hot monkey sex after Nick gets Greg all better, and I'm really worried about him after the last chaper, you scared me with that one.

[mapsandlegends.livejournal.com]

Wow. Very hot story.

And I think the reason Greg's dressed that way is obvious.

Greg was out clubbing all night, and he got all hot and bothered, but didn't want some anonymous one night stand. Since he's secretly been in love with Nick for years, Greg came to visit at the end of Nick's shift so he could ask him out. Nick was curious about the kilt, and Greg used that to his advantage. Because Greg is a naughty (and very hot) man, of the sort who will use his secret love's hand on his unclothed crotch as an excuse to instigate sex with him.

Right? :)

[just1tearforme.livejournal.com]

You're partially right, my thought was Greg was getting ready to go out but realized he 'forgot' something at CSI. He went there, blah blah blah and then well you know the rest. But honestly, did you really need that backstory? Nah... :)

[mapsandlegends.livejournal.com]

Nope, didn't need any backstory, the story you provided was just fine as it was. :D

[mexiraz.livejournal.com]

I can think of any reason for Greg's clothing because my brain melted.
Your story is soooo hot, I drank a bottle of water after reading it!

I hope you'll continue "Nerd gone wild", it would make me really happy 'cause I'm in love with your writing :)

[just1tearforme.livejournal.com]

I'd offer you some ice to help cool you down but they are in short supply here as I'm using them myself.
"Nerd Gone Wild" is being continued without a doubt, I have a feeling I would be hunted down and made an example of if I didn't (I'm not even contemplating leaving it unfinished). I'd say within the next day or two you'll see more NGW, until then grab another bottle of water and reread the boy's locker room adventure.

[shacky20.livejournal.com]

Yes, cause you'd have me to contend with , and don't forget I have this still , if that doesn't work I can chain you to your computer , and if all else fails there's this but you may like that

[fred-bear.livejournal.com]

Oh holy fuck! *brain explodes* Greg in makeup? Greg in a skirt? Hello, all (well not quite) my kinks catered for right here.

“No,” he purrs looking like some debauched angel.

Guh...

Your smut is amazingly hott, but what makes you one of the best (IMHO) is your descriptivness and ability to evoke reactions from your audience. You totally seem to capture the boys perfectly and just draw people (well certainly me) into your fics with your emotion, passion and intensity for the characters. Ok, now I'll stop squeeing like a fangirl and go read it again and wish I could write like this! ;)