nickngreg | Make Believe

Title: Make Believe
Author: Leigh
Chapter:4/?
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Spoilers: None
Rating: light R? I'm no good with ratings.
Summary: Nick owes Greg, Greg needs a favour
Disclaimer: As hard as I wish it, they're not mine
Notes: There's two sides to every situation...

They drove through the rest of the night and most of the next morning. Nick drove and took command over the stereo, twangy guitars and twangier vocals taking away Greg's need to worry about awkward silences as it lulled him into a deep sleep that lasted most of the journey. Nick didn't mind, in fact he was enjoying the quiet. He took the time to get his head back together, calm his nerves so that he could turn on the charm when he made to the Sanders' home.

The music helped soothe him, not to the point of boredom like Greg, but to a nice even calm he felt more and more as he softly hummed along. That was until Greg caught his attention when he mumbled and shifted in his seat. Nick checked to see if he was waking up but was instead rewarded with a sight that made his heart skip a beat. Greg was trying in vain to roll over in his sleep. Twisted in his seatbelt, long legs folded up almost to his chest, face adorably smushed into the headrest, facing Nick with closed eyes and a sappy grin on his. He was talking in his sleep, mumbling something he couldn't quite understand.

*Probably better I don't* he thought, but still smiled at the picture Greg made before turning his eyes back to the road. He managed to concentrate for about ten minutes before Greg shifted again with a sleepy giggle and Nick couldn't help but steal a glance.

Greg was on his back now, stretched straight out in the slightly reclined seat, head back, and neck arched. Nick's eyes were drawn downward when he noticed that the pink t-shirt Greg was wearing had bunched up a little, revealing an expanse of tanned flesh across his flat stomach, he followed the toned V shape of his muscles as they tapered lower and slipped beneath the low waistband where he found...

*Jee-zus!*

Greg was hard! Very hard, the unmistakable bulge tenting the fabric of his black pants. Nick's eyes shot back to the road as the car swerved slightly and his mind raced.

*Greg Sanders is in my front seat and he's got a hard on! Not the way I'd imagined it but...day-um. Must be some dream he's having...*

As if to reiterate that though, Greg let out a soft moan drawing Nick's attention back in time for him to catch the younger man's slim hips squirm in the seat, rising in a tiny thrust as his neck arched further back and his full lower lip was taken between his teeth.

Nick was enthralled, so much so that he didn't notice that they were drifting to the rocky roadside until the tyres hit the gravely surface causing the truck to jostle and bounce. He pulled the car back on to the road and risked another glance at Greg, hoping the disturbance hadn't woken him. On the contrary, he was still sleeping, his left hand now rubbing at the exposed flesh of his stomach and his smile perhaps even wider than before.

Nick however, wasn't fairing so well. Slightly rattled and now hard as a rock from watching Greg writhe, he was finding it hard to concentrate. Thankfully, there was a brightly lit haven in the form of a gas station not far up the highway. He pulled into the parking lot and parked the car in the furthest corner where the dark of the desert swallowed the bright fluorescent glow. He switched off the engine with a final look at Greg, whose fingers were now skimming the waist band of his pants before dipping below with a sigh from the amazingly still slumbering man.

It was Nick's turn to moan now, a soft strangled sound. He was so hard it hurt, he could barely breathe he was so turned on and watching the hot young twenty something squirm and pant and moan only two feet away from him wasn't helping any. He needed air, needed to clear his head; he needed to get out this car. With jerky movements he got out of the truck and locked the doors behind him then made his way to the stations restrooms, the sound of Greg's last breathy moan ringing in his ears.

Inside the bathroom Nick went to into the last stall in the row and slammed the door. His heart was pounding and leaving the car had done nothing to diminish his sizable erection. He leaned back against the door, closed his eyes and tried to slow his breath. But all he saw behind his eyelids was Greg and the blissful mask of arousal on his face as he dreamt in the front seat of Nick's car.

Without realising it, Nick's left hand trailed down his stomach with a will of it's own, sliding up under his shirt to smooth over the patch of skin there as he recalled the sight of Greg doing the very same, his right hand skimming down over his jeans to rub roughly over his denim encased cock.

In his fantasy, Greg's eyes opened, locking with Nick's, all traces of sleep gone replaced by a dark hazy lust. He leans over to the driver's seat, caressing upward along the older man's inner thigh before unzipping his jeans and reaching inside. Long, elegant fingers searching out and then wrapping around their prize.

Back in the stark reality of the stall, Nick's own hands do the same, pushing his jeans down just far enough as he begins to stroke himself, his left hand lifting his shirt higher to tweak at a nipple. He knows this isn't going to take long, the head of his cock leaking copious amounts of pre-cum which he gathered with his fingers, encircling his member in his grip and before long he is thrusting heavily into his fist, the stall door rattling on it's hinges with the effort as he imagines Greg leaning in further to take him in his mouth and letting him fuck is warm wet mouth without reserve.

Nick's entire body began to tense, banging his head back softly against the door with each thrust. His tongue slipped out between his lips to collect the sweat that had gathered along top, the salty taste driving him further. He was close, so close. Just as he imagined Greg looking at up at him though dark, heavy lashes, throat swallowing around his cock, Nick's body caught fire as he came in a blaze of intense heat. It was hard and fast and intense, leaving him even more breathless than when he walked in and gasping Greg's name, hearing it echo off the tiled walls, a groan of pure pleasure bouncing after it. Slowly he came down from the high and back to himself, for the first time really noticing his surroundings.

The bathroom was like most other roadside pit stops, filthy. Graffiti covered every spare inch of the grey, steel walls of the stall, the floor gritty and puddled, littered with wet toilet paper.

And there was Nick right in the middle of it all, jeans bunch around his thighs, one hand under his raised shirt, the other still holding his softening cock in a loose grip. He was sweating from the exertion and there was come on his jeans as well as a little on his shirt. He yanked the shirt down with a frustrated grunt and zipped up before exiting the stall.
At the sink he gathered some paper towel, moistening it under the faucet before scrubbing at the spots on his clothing, glaring at his reflection in the grimy, cracked mirror with a scowl.

*You just jacked off in a dirty public bathroom. Have you got NO self-control?! What would you do if Greg had walked in?*

He pondered that thought for a moment. What would he do? If he was honest he had to admit there was a slight aspect of kink to the situation. Travellers alone, in the middle of nowhere, the grungy surroundings adding a feeling of wrong-but-oh-so-right, he pictured himself slamming Greg back into the stall door, seeing his long arms reaching above him to grip the top of the door as his legs twined around Nick's waist, moaning openly and grinding against him.

Nick forced himself not to let that fantasy go any further, not looking forward to mopping up another mess. Besides, he had left Greg alone, asleep in the lot. He should probably be getting back.

He gave himself a once over and save for a few water spots that would dry eventually he looked slightly rumpled but presentable enough to make his way back to the car.

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Meanwhile, in the front seat of Nick's Tahoe, Greg was awake. Had been for some time actually. He didn't know how long he'd been out or what he dreamed about but he was roused by the sound of his own voice, not yet opening his eyes but coming to enough realise he had a considerable hard on. He was curled on his side, knees to his chest thankfully shielding his erection from sight, the itchy fabric of the headrest mashed into his cheek. He slitted his sleepy eyes just far enough to see if Nick had noticed his current state and saw him just as he turned away, a goofy smile on his face like the kind that's reserved for watching cute puppies or sweet little kids in a sandbox.

*So he does think I'm cute? Well I ain't no puppy though.*

It took a few seconds for Greg to devise a plan but several minutes to get up the courage to execute it. He'd show Nick he was a whole lot more than cute. Or he'd embarrass himself horribly. Either way he'd have some new information.

He sucked in a low, shaky breath and rolled onto his back, stretching out his legs and subtly hitching up his shirt, not able to hold in the giggle that escaped his throat, the sound still thick enough with sleep that he hoped it just added to the act.

Greg felt the car swerve slightly and knew Nick was looking at him. He knew he should give up, 'wake up', cover his lap with his bag and pretend nothing had happened. But the thought of Nick's eyes on him made him feel so unbearably hot. He let that heat take him over and let go, writhing in the chair for all he was worth. He knew Nick was still staring, could hear his heavy laboured breathing and when the truck slid to the side of the road and rattled across the gravel with a breathless curse from Nick, Greg tried hard not to laugh, pressing his lips together in a wide stretched grin.

The car had rolled to a stop, the sound of the engine giving way to a heavy silence save for Nick's breathing and Greg's moans. Not sure what was to come Greg decided to go for broke, letting his hand reach for his crotch, sighing at the relief of the touch. When he had heard Nick's strangled moan he could have come right then and there but he prepared himself for a potential passionate onslaught from the older man, or at least he prayed for one.

But all he got was a gust of cold night air as Nick opened the door to exit the car, leaving Greg, cock in hand, with nothing to do but open his eyes and stare after him as he raced to the restrooms. Ordinarily Greg would have been frustrated, but all he could do was laugh, hysterically so in fact. Tears welled in his eyes and he pulled his hand from his pants to grip his now aching sides. He didn't really know what was so funny; maybe it was just a release of tension. It was that or jack off in Nick's car, which probably wasn't the best idea. He calmed himself down, breathing deep and willing his erection to subside.

Relaxed now, Greg took a moment to review the situation. He had no doubt had an effect on Nick, either he really needed to use the bathroom or he was in there right now getting off. Greg thought for a second about getting out of the car and sneaking into the restrooms but thought better of it, besides he was locked in. That didn't matter though, what mattered was he was in there getting off because of him, that had to mean something right? Maybe there was hope for this weekend yet.

Fifteen minutes passed before Nick returned, head lowered, as he got back in the car not quite able to meet Greg's eye.

"Sorry man, had to make a stop."

Greg willed himself not to snicker, busying himself with the stereo, replacing Nick's CD with his own.

"That's okay, I just hope you washed your hands. Public restrooms are filthy man, you never what people get up to in there."

He cranked up the volume to cover the inevitable chuckle that bubbled to the surface when he saw the pink flush that started at Nick's neck and rose up over his cheeks, the Texan ducking his head in attempt to hide it as they tore out of the gas station lot and off down the highway, stereo blaring.

I'm so far gone now I've been running on empty
I'm so far gone now do you wanna take me on
(do you wanna take me on)