Because I promised...
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nickngregHere comes the smut! Except it's not really smut at all. Not smutty, at least. Still sex though. Yeah, go sex! I'm done now. XD P.S. Feel better, Katie!
Title: Numbers 2 (Only because I hate titling things and this was set up for me. XD)
Author: slightly_frayed, a.k.a. Fraying, a.k.a. Laurie.
Rating: NC-17. Though not horribly graphic.
Genre: Fluffysmut? God knows. XD
Summary: A sequel to Numbers, which can be found here.
“I love you too, Greggo.” And the smile was in the kiss.
When Greg recovers, he manages to grasp his wit. “Well that’s good. I’d hate to think you were just using me for my body. Of course, I could never blame you for that, because I know how truly irresistible I can be and--”
“Don’t push your luck, Greg.” Greg just smiles and leans in to nuzzle Nick’s neck.
“I’m sorry, I think I misheard that. Who’s tush are you going to fu--”
“Shut up. I just said I love you, and you’re worried about your tush.”
“Well, shouldn’t we celebrate or something? I love you, you love me… Okay, definitely didn’t want to visualize Barney just now.” Nick looks like he’s thinking. Too hard for Barney at least.
“I mean it, Greg. I love you.” He’s looking Greg in the eye, and the younger man actually blushes and tries to look away.
“I know you do.” Greg doesn’t have time to think up anything inconceivably witty in response before Nick’s mouth is on his; his hands exploring the expanse of the younger man’s back.
They’ve done this dozens of times. More times than anyone else has likely done it in three weeks, but it still feels different this time. Every touch is electrifying, amplified. Nick’s breath on his neck is hot and magic, and Greg’s not sure if that’s his pulse echoing in his ears or Nick’s, but it doesn’t matter because they’d might as well be the same. They’ll never be apart, racing at this speed again. This pulse is for them. This heartbeat.
There’s no urgency this time. Maybe there’s an underlying need to feel each other on every level possible, but it’s not urgent. Not like their first time, rushed and nervous and so blissfully ragged.
Greg has to stop thinking. Needs to feel what’s going on now, because he’ll remember it forever. Remember the wet heat of Nick’s mouth on his neck. Remember the warmth radiating from the older man like the materialization of all the world’s comfort. Remember this as their first time. Together.
He looks straight into Nick’s eyes and wonders silently if the older man is feeling this the way he is. He has to be though, because his eyes reflect the same thing. If it’s even possible, they’re saying forever.
Suddenly, Greg can hear again. He’s no longer lost in his own precious thoughts, and the sound of Nick whimpering from the friction between them floats to his ears as if it were destiny. Maybe it is.
“Nicky, please…” And that’s all Greg has to say before Nick’s suddenly coherent too, and reaching, somehow gracefully, into the nightstand drawer and retrieving everything he needs before he can drive Greg officially into heaven on earth.
A few perfect moments later, and Greg can feel Nick’s finger at his entrance. He’s going to open his mouth to say please again, but Nick’s already read his mind and is spreading him open painfully slowly.
A few perfect moments more of beautiful torture and neither of them can stand it anymore. Nick pulls his fingers out slowly and Greg whimpers when they’re replaced with Nick himself.
They rock back and forth together, as slowly as they can tolerate; skin to skin and likely soul to soul. When they both climax at the same time and come down from the same unearthly high, Greg finally realises what this is.
They’re making love.
Comments?
Title: Numbers 2 (Only because I hate titling things and this was set up for me. XD)
Author: slightly_frayed, a.k.a. Fraying, a.k.a. Laurie.
Rating: NC-17. Though not horribly graphic.
Genre: Fluffysmut? God knows. XD
Summary: A sequel to Numbers, which can be found here.
“I love you too, Greggo.” And the smile was in the kiss.
When Greg recovers, he manages to grasp his wit. “Well that’s good. I’d hate to think you were just using me for my body. Of course, I could never blame you for that, because I know how truly irresistible I can be and--”
“Don’t push your luck, Greg.” Greg just smiles and leans in to nuzzle Nick’s neck.
“I’m sorry, I think I misheard that. Who’s tush are you going to fu--”
“Shut up. I just said I love you, and you’re worried about your tush.”
“Well, shouldn’t we celebrate or something? I love you, you love me… Okay, definitely didn’t want to visualize Barney just now.” Nick looks like he’s thinking. Too hard for Barney at least.
“I mean it, Greg. I love you.” He’s looking Greg in the eye, and the younger man actually blushes and tries to look away.
“I know you do.” Greg doesn’t have time to think up anything inconceivably witty in response before Nick’s mouth is on his; his hands exploring the expanse of the younger man’s back.
They’ve done this dozens of times. More times than anyone else has likely done it in three weeks, but it still feels different this time. Every touch is electrifying, amplified. Nick’s breath on his neck is hot and magic, and Greg’s not sure if that’s his pulse echoing in his ears or Nick’s, but it doesn’t matter because they’d might as well be the same. They’ll never be apart, racing at this speed again. This pulse is for them. This heartbeat.
There’s no urgency this time. Maybe there’s an underlying need to feel each other on every level possible, but it’s not urgent. Not like their first time, rushed and nervous and so blissfully ragged.
Greg has to stop thinking. Needs to feel what’s going on now, because he’ll remember it forever. Remember the wet heat of Nick’s mouth on his neck. Remember the warmth radiating from the older man like the materialization of all the world’s comfort. Remember this as their first time. Together.
He looks straight into Nick’s eyes and wonders silently if the older man is feeling this the way he is. He has to be though, because his eyes reflect the same thing. If it’s even possible, they’re saying forever.
Suddenly, Greg can hear again. He’s no longer lost in his own precious thoughts, and the sound of Nick whimpering from the friction between them floats to his ears as if it were destiny. Maybe it is.
“Nicky, please…” And that’s all Greg has to say before Nick’s suddenly coherent too, and reaching, somehow gracefully, into the nightstand drawer and retrieving everything he needs before he can drive Greg officially into heaven on earth.
A few perfect moments later, and Greg can feel Nick’s finger at his entrance. He’s going to open his mouth to say please again, but Nick’s already read his mind and is spreading him open painfully slowly.
A few perfect moments more of beautiful torture and neither of them can stand it anymore. Nick pulls his fingers out slowly and Greg whimpers when they’re replaced with Nick himself.
They rock back and forth together, as slowly as they can tolerate; skin to skin and likely soul to soul. When they both climax at the same time and come down from the same unearthly high, Greg finally realises what this is.
They’re making love.
Comments?
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Date: 2005-11-15 09:39 pm (UTC)They’re making love.
guh... the emotion is this piece is lovely, just, yeah. So heartfelt and believeable.
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Date: 2005-11-16 05:15 am (UTC)The second thought was, um, guh. This was sweet and hot and just all sorts of good.
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Date: 2005-11-16 09:58 pm (UTC)Thank you :) *bows*
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