Dirty Lab Boy [2/2]
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nickngregTitle: Dirty Lab Boy
Author: Ice Queen
Rating: NC17
Warnings/Spoilers: N/A
Summary: It's Gregs turn to pose in front of the camera. Sequel to Ride Em Cowboy.
Part One
Nick greets the photographer at the door, allowing Greg to finish getting ready by making small talk, the CSI trying to brush off the flirtations coming his way by the other man. It’s been years since they were last in contact with each other, so they easily get caught up in their discussion until they hear Greg clearing his throat from the bedroom, wondering where they’re at.
“This is his first time doing this so go easy on him, try not to scare him too much.”
The photographer unsuccessfully hides a grin before following Nick down the hallway, his eyes taking in the sight of the young CSI once they enter the room.
It’s easy to see the nervousness radiating off the younger man as he stands near the bed in nothing but his lab coat from work, buttoned up enough to hide his bare skin, and a pair of latex gloves slicked up his fidgeting hands. Nick greets him with a quick kiss on the lips before turning to introduce him to the photographer, his hand resting on the small of Greg’s back in hopes of calming him down.
“Greg, this is John McCaul, he’s the photographer I used to work with. John, this is Greg Sanders.”
The photographer’s grip is firm as he shakes Greg’s hand, noting the tensed muscles in the younger man and trying to hold back a quiet chuckle, remembering the first time he took photos of Nick. The CSI was a blushing young man all through his first session, trying to force the Texan smile for the camera but ending up with nothing but an awkward grin.
“I know you’re nervous, but just try and relax, Nick will be here the whole time.”
“Um, yeah. Nick, do you mind if I talk to you a moment… alone?”
The photographer takes that as his cue and moves over to the opposite side of the room, telling the two men that he’ll just be setting up as Greg turns to face his lover, a look of panic crossing his face.
“I can’t do this-”
“You’ll be fine.”
“No, I mean I can’t do this. I’m-” Greg glances over his shoulder to see the photographer pulling a high dollar camera out of it’s case, ignoring the two men as Greg finishes his frantic sentence, “soft”.
“What?”
Greg rolls his eyes before grabbing Nick’s hand and pulling it between their bodies, pushing the older man’s palm flat against where his raging erection used to be only moments ago.
“I only left you alone for a few minutes, what happened?”
“You left me alone for a few minutes, that’s what happened! My mind just kind of went crazy with all these images of people at work finding out and the pictures being spread around, and the next thing I know, little Greggo is going into hiding.”
Nick tries to hide his grin as he runs his strong hands down Greg’s arms, pulling the younger man forward until their chests are pressed together, his breath warm against the younger man’s neck as he starts sucking and licking along Greg’s neck.
“What- what are you doing?”
“Shh, I’m giving you a bit of a jump start.”
Greg closes his eyes and tries to push down his nerves, ignoring the sounds the photographer’s making behind him as he grips Nick’s waist, feeling the older man’s hands slowly unbuttoning the lab coat until he’s able to slip them in. He flattens his palms against the smooth skin and runs them down the younger CSI’s thighs, moving back just a bit when he feels Greg’s hands reaching between them, grasping at his belt before pulling it open along with the button and zipper of his jeans.
Nick breaks contact with Greg long enough to remove the cowboy hat and pull his tight black t-shirt over his head, quickly replacing the hat as he feels his jeans sliding down his legs, his hands finding their way back into the lab coat and grabbing the younger man’s firm ass cheeks in his hands, squeezing them tightly before stepping out of his jeans and pushing the ex-lab rat back onto the bed.
The flash of the camera causes Greg’s attention to falter, but Nick grabs his chin before the younger man can look at the photographer, his lips pressing roughly against the other man’s to try and keep him from softening again.
“Ignore him, pretend he’s not here.”
Greg looks at the man standing in front of him with nothing but a cowboy hat sitting atop his head, his erection throbbing to be touched, and the younger man can’t help but wrap his legs around Nick’s back and pull him down on top of him, a grin playing on his lips. He snakes his hands around Nick’s shoulders and pulls him in for a deep kiss, getting so caught up in the action that he doesn’t notice the row of flashes from the camera, the older man putting one knee on the bed and kneeling down a bit to get a close up of the two men.
Nick manages to get enough space between their bodies as he grabs Greg’s hand, moving it down until his lover is gripping his own erection, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as Nick squeezes the latex covered hand, causing pressure to be put on Greg’s hardened dick.
A loud moan escapes the younger man’s throat when Nick moves his hand up and down the shaft, his lips reconnecting to Greg’s neck while speeding up his ministrations, neither men noticing the photographer inching closer to them, taking snap shots of both men’s hands wrapped around Greg’s dick.
It isn’t until Nick feels Greg’s legs beginning to tighten around his back that he steadily pulls back, placing a soft kiss over each of the younger man’s closed eyelids before reaching his free hand behind him and disengaging the ankles, keeping a steady rhythm on Greg’s erection until he’s able to sit up on his knees, trying to keep the younger man distracted so he doesn’t put his attention elsewhere.
Greg’s so caught up in the pleasure he’s bringing to himself that he doesn’t notice when Nick’s hand leaves his own, the Texan’s muscles flexing as he fists his own erection, remaining on his knees between the spread legs while he keeps his eyes downcast on the writhing body below him, faintly aware of the photographer sitting mere inches away from him, zooming in on Greg’s erection before moving to Nick’s.
The older CSI can feel Greg reaching the edge of pleasure as he thrusts up into his own hand, his eyelids cracking open to look up at the man above him, his lips parting the slightest bit as he lets out a loud moan of pleasure, feeling his essence mixing with Nick’s on his stomach.
The photographer manages to get a few wide shots of the two men still stroking themselves until Nick’s body weight gives out from under him and he collapses against the younger man, their chests moving together with deep breaths as their lips meet in a frantic kiss.
Although Greg is now fully aware of the photographer still snapping pictures in their post coital haze, he can’t put out enough energy to care as he pulls back from the kiss, his eyes heavy with sleep, threatening to close when he pulls off the rubber gloves that are now covered in his own cum off his hands and throwing them lazily to the floor.
The photographer snaps several more shots before quietly going back to where he set his stuff, watching out of the corner of his eyes as Nick pulls the lab coat off Greg’s shoulders and the cowboy hat off his own head before both men maneuver themselves so they’re laying with their heads on the pillows, Nick’s arms wrapping tightly around the younger man.
It’s only a matter of seconds before Greg’s light snoring fills the room, and Nick waves to the retreating photographer before pulling the sheets up over his and Greg’s bodies, kissing the younger man on the lips once more before following him into sleep.
Author: Ice Queen
Rating: NC17
Warnings/Spoilers: N/A
Summary: It's Gregs turn to pose in front of the camera. Sequel to Ride Em Cowboy.
Part One
Nick greets the photographer at the door, allowing Greg to finish getting ready by making small talk, the CSI trying to brush off the flirtations coming his way by the other man. It’s been years since they were last in contact with each other, so they easily get caught up in their discussion until they hear Greg clearing his throat from the bedroom, wondering where they’re at.
“This is his first time doing this so go easy on him, try not to scare him too much.”
The photographer unsuccessfully hides a grin before following Nick down the hallway, his eyes taking in the sight of the young CSI once they enter the room.
It’s easy to see the nervousness radiating off the younger man as he stands near the bed in nothing but his lab coat from work, buttoned up enough to hide his bare skin, and a pair of latex gloves slicked up his fidgeting hands. Nick greets him with a quick kiss on the lips before turning to introduce him to the photographer, his hand resting on the small of Greg’s back in hopes of calming him down.
“Greg, this is John McCaul, he’s the photographer I used to work with. John, this is Greg Sanders.”
The photographer’s grip is firm as he shakes Greg’s hand, noting the tensed muscles in the younger man and trying to hold back a quiet chuckle, remembering the first time he took photos of Nick. The CSI was a blushing young man all through his first session, trying to force the Texan smile for the camera but ending up with nothing but an awkward grin.
“I know you’re nervous, but just try and relax, Nick will be here the whole time.”
“Um, yeah. Nick, do you mind if I talk to you a moment… alone?”
The photographer takes that as his cue and moves over to the opposite side of the room, telling the two men that he’ll just be setting up as Greg turns to face his lover, a look of panic crossing his face.
“I can’t do this-”
“You’ll be fine.”
“No, I mean I can’t do this. I’m-” Greg glances over his shoulder to see the photographer pulling a high dollar camera out of it’s case, ignoring the two men as Greg finishes his frantic sentence, “soft”.
“What?”
Greg rolls his eyes before grabbing Nick’s hand and pulling it between their bodies, pushing the older man’s palm flat against where his raging erection used to be only moments ago.
“I only left you alone for a few minutes, what happened?”
“You left me alone for a few minutes, that’s what happened! My mind just kind of went crazy with all these images of people at work finding out and the pictures being spread around, and the next thing I know, little Greggo is going into hiding.”
Nick tries to hide his grin as he runs his strong hands down Greg’s arms, pulling the younger man forward until their chests are pressed together, his breath warm against the younger man’s neck as he starts sucking and licking along Greg’s neck.
“What- what are you doing?”
“Shh, I’m giving you a bit of a jump start.”
Greg closes his eyes and tries to push down his nerves, ignoring the sounds the photographer’s making behind him as he grips Nick’s waist, feeling the older man’s hands slowly unbuttoning the lab coat until he’s able to slip them in. He flattens his palms against the smooth skin and runs them down the younger CSI’s thighs, moving back just a bit when he feels Greg’s hands reaching between them, grasping at his belt before pulling it open along with the button and zipper of his jeans.
Nick breaks contact with Greg long enough to remove the cowboy hat and pull his tight black t-shirt over his head, quickly replacing the hat as he feels his jeans sliding down his legs, his hands finding their way back into the lab coat and grabbing the younger man’s firm ass cheeks in his hands, squeezing them tightly before stepping out of his jeans and pushing the ex-lab rat back onto the bed.
The flash of the camera causes Greg’s attention to falter, but Nick grabs his chin before the younger man can look at the photographer, his lips pressing roughly against the other man’s to try and keep him from softening again.
“Ignore him, pretend he’s not here.”
Greg looks at the man standing in front of him with nothing but a cowboy hat sitting atop his head, his erection throbbing to be touched, and the younger man can’t help but wrap his legs around Nick’s back and pull him down on top of him, a grin playing on his lips. He snakes his hands around Nick’s shoulders and pulls him in for a deep kiss, getting so caught up in the action that he doesn’t notice the row of flashes from the camera, the older man putting one knee on the bed and kneeling down a bit to get a close up of the two men.
Nick manages to get enough space between their bodies as he grabs Greg’s hand, moving it down until his lover is gripping his own erection, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as Nick squeezes the latex covered hand, causing pressure to be put on Greg’s hardened dick.
A loud moan escapes the younger man’s throat when Nick moves his hand up and down the shaft, his lips reconnecting to Greg’s neck while speeding up his ministrations, neither men noticing the photographer inching closer to them, taking snap shots of both men’s hands wrapped around Greg’s dick.
It isn’t until Nick feels Greg’s legs beginning to tighten around his back that he steadily pulls back, placing a soft kiss over each of the younger man’s closed eyelids before reaching his free hand behind him and disengaging the ankles, keeping a steady rhythm on Greg’s erection until he’s able to sit up on his knees, trying to keep the younger man distracted so he doesn’t put his attention elsewhere.
Greg’s so caught up in the pleasure he’s bringing to himself that he doesn’t notice when Nick’s hand leaves his own, the Texan’s muscles flexing as he fists his own erection, remaining on his knees between the spread legs while he keeps his eyes downcast on the writhing body below him, faintly aware of the photographer sitting mere inches away from him, zooming in on Greg’s erection before moving to Nick’s.
The older CSI can feel Greg reaching the edge of pleasure as he thrusts up into his own hand, his eyelids cracking open to look up at the man above him, his lips parting the slightest bit as he lets out a loud moan of pleasure, feeling his essence mixing with Nick’s on his stomach.
The photographer manages to get a few wide shots of the two men still stroking themselves until Nick’s body weight gives out from under him and he collapses against the younger man, their chests moving together with deep breaths as their lips meet in a frantic kiss.
Although Greg is now fully aware of the photographer still snapping pictures in their post coital haze, he can’t put out enough energy to care as he pulls back from the kiss, his eyes heavy with sleep, threatening to close when he pulls off the rubber gloves that are now covered in his own cum off his hands and throwing them lazily to the floor.
The photographer snaps several more shots before quietly going back to where he set his stuff, watching out of the corner of his eyes as Nick pulls the lab coat off Greg’s shoulders and the cowboy hat off his own head before both men maneuver themselves so they’re laying with their heads on the pillows, Nick’s arms wrapping tightly around the younger man.
It’s only a matter of seconds before Greg’s light snoring fills the room, and Nick waves to the retreating photographer before pulling the sheets up over his and Greg’s bodies, kissing the younger man on the lips once more before following him into sleep.
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