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nickngregTitle: The Masquerade Series X2 - #7 "HWCBoys"
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catlover2x and fred_bear aka jennybel75
Chapter: 7 of many.
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Nick/ Greg
Disclaimers: We don't own them, it'd be nice if we did- we really wouldn't get any sleep then!
Summary: Construction workers and tool belts, models and photographers.
This is a series of Role Plays and Fantasies between the boys. Each will have two parts, 1 for Greg and 1 for Nick, their fantasy being fulfilled by the other. There will be as many parts as we have ideas for. Enjoy!
A/N: Just to let ya'll know we're having still much fun with this, we love each other and have pledged never to date a man born on 9/11 again!
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csi_slash and nerdswithbadges
Chapter 1- "Untouched" can be found here
Chapter 2- "RentBoys" can be found here
Chapter 3- "FlyBoys" can be found here
Chapter 4- "CollegeBoys" can be found here
Chapter 5- "RomanticBoys" can be found here
Chapter 6- "StoreBoys" can be found here
"H.W.C." Liz Phair
Give it to me, don't give it away
Don't think about what the others say
My skins getting clear, my hairs so bright
All you do is fuck me every day and night
You're my secret beauty routine
Na, na, na, na, what my body has seen
I am lookin' good and I'm feeling nice
Baby you're the best magazine advice
Gimme your hot white cum
Gimme your hot white cum
Gimme your hot white cum
Gimme your hot white cum
I'm gonna pull you back down between the sheets
Everything is fresher when the day is sweet
In the morning light when you're already on the phone
Face it, one of these days
Without you I'm just another Dorian Gray
It's the fountain of youth
It's the meaning of life
So hot, so sweet, so wet my appetite
Gimme your hot white cum
Gimme your hot white cum
Gimme your hot white cum
Gimme your hot white cum
Face it, one of these days
Without you I'm just another Dorian Gray
It's the fountain of youth
It's the meaning of life
Baby you're the best magazine advice
Gimme your hot white cum
Gimme your hot white cum
Gimme your hot white cum
Gimme your hot white cum
Gimme your hot white cum
Gimme your hot white cum
Gimme your hot white cum
Gimme your hot white cum
Your hot white cum
Part A: Nicky
“That’s the owner?”
Warrick smirked at his friend as he nodded. Nick rocked back on his heels to take in the young man; slender, hell, skinny, with messy hair in spikes, baggy jeans and a well-worn t-shirt.
“He doesn’t look like he could afford even one fucking window of this place.” Nick shook his head and got back to nailing off the plywood subfloor. He crawled forward on his knee pads, nail gun in hand, sinking 16d nails every six inches on the joist, watching from the corner of his eye as the young man drifted bonelessly in the wake of the smarmy contractor, who was raising his arm to demonstrate the view from the second floor.
“Pull your tongue in, boy,” Warrick snickered.
“Fuck off,” Nick replied amiably. “Not my type. Don’t go for fucking twinks.”
“I don’t think he’s a twink, not if he can afford a house like this,” Warrick teased.
Nick nodded and noticed that the contractor was looking flustered. The twink snatched the plans from his hands and flipped through them, stopping on a particular page.
Nick nudged Warrick as they watched. The other men hadn’t taken any notice yet.
“You lathed over the temporary safety rail, man, look at that!” the young man said angrily.
“Well, it doesn’t make that much difference and it’ll cost more to rip it off at this point–” the contractor said soothingly.
“The hell it does!” the young man snarled. “It’ll cost a fuck load more when the inspector comes by and finds it doesn’t conform to plan or code. And what the fuck are these?” He kicked the ornate railings that had been delivered for the terrace.
“Those are the railings, per spec,” the contractor said defensively.
“Bullshit! I would never agree to those fucking monstrosities!” Again the young man leafed through the blueprints to the page with elevations. “Look, plain, Arts & Crafts style railings.” He glared at the contractor who tried again to convince him that these were the correct railings. The young man whipped out his cell and dialled the architect.
Nick sniggered. He tried to quell it, but there was nothing he enjoyed more than seeing rich people get their knickers in a twist over nothing. Although he had to respect the young man for picking up on the fiasco of the scabbed over safety rail and the ornate ironwork was not to his taste either.
The young man handed his phone to the contractor and strode to the edge of the second floor, holding onto the framing, taking deep breaths. ‘Breath in, breath out… don’t kick the fucker off the second floor,’ Nick could hear him muttering under his breath, as he admired the broad shoulders tapering to a slim waist. Damn those fucking baggy jeans the younger crowd insisted on wearing, he couldn’t get even a hint of what the guy’s ass looked like.
The young man turned suddenly and his eyes met Nick’s. The angry flush on his face started to fade and his mouth hung open as he admired the bronzed god kneeling before him, sleeves rolled back to reveal hard sinewy arms and golden skin, his muscular thighs bulging under worn jeans. His hands were covered by dirty work gloves and his eyes were hidden behind sunglasses but he had a beautiful face with a square jaw and long black hair.
Warrick sauntered over to the young guy and asked, “What’s the problem?”
The young guy’s eyebrows drew together in a frown and he said, “Don’t tell me you didn’t realize that safety rail–”
“Yeah, we all did. First house?”
“Yeah.” The young guy took a breath. “I had no idea it was going to be this hard, that dickhead keeps trying to tell me I’m blind and what I see here is what’s on the plan.”
“Yeah, he cuts corners,” Warrick agreed.
“You know somebody better?”
“Me,” Warrick said simply. “I’m a sub but I can handle the job. And I won’t rob you either. I just want to get it done right.”
“Greg Sanders.” The young man put his hand out and they shook hands.
“Warrick Brown,” Warrick nodded, “If you decide you want to make a switch, I can show you other homes I’ve built.”
Nick couldn’t quite hear what they were saying so his simmering resentment against rich people warred with jealousy as he suspected his friend of trying to get a date with the young man.
Warrick sauntered back and said smugly, “Might have me a new job, man.”
“What, sucking his cock?” Nick retorted crudely.
“No, man, check it out, boobs, tits, pussy? Chicks, women, remember? You want his cock, it’s all yours,” Warrick smirked. “And I can see you’re sporting some serious wood there, my man.”
“Fuck you,” Nick coloured angrily. “So what were you two discussing?”
“I like the design of this house and if he’d give me a chance, I could see that it was built right.”
“How’d he get to be a millionaire so young anyway? Did he inherit it?” Nick asked with a contemptuous curl of his lip.
“Nope, heard he was a dotcommer. Maybe you should ask him.” Warrick laughed at the stubborn look on Nick’s face as he returned to his nailing.
The contractor came over to the young man and handed him the phone. After a few minutes conversation, the young man hung up and squared off to the contractor. Their voices got louder and the conversation more heated. Nick and Warrick listened with interest as the young man unhesitatingly fired the contractor, negotiated a kill fee and told him to send a bill. The contractor stormed off and all three men drew a little sigh of relief.
Greg turned toward the two other men and walked over to Warrick, unconsciously flicking little glances at Nick as he came closer.
“So, you wanna build me a house?”
“Let’s talk,” Warrick said simply, guiding the younger man to the outer wall. They sat down with the plans between them as Warrick explained what mistakes had already been made, the best way to correct them and how he would proceed.
Nick nailed his way over, trying to overhear the conversation. Just about the house, he sighed in relief. He knew Warrick said that he liked women, but with a guy as hot as this young one… well he just wanted to be sure.
“I’ll get papers drawn up tonight,” Warrick said. “Let me pull the men off the job now, tell them about the switch. If you can meet me at my office tomorrow we can sign the contract and get started.”
“Thanks, man. I can tell I’m in good hands, I’ll see you tomorrow in the morning then,” Greg said with a smile.
Nick shook his head to clear it of the image of Greg in Warrick’s hands, when what he wanted was for the young man to be in his hands. He continued nailing as Warrick gathered the other men and informed them of the change in contractors.
Stoically, Nick continued to nail off the plywood as the other men dropped their tool belts and sauntered off the job site. When he’d sunk the last nail, he turned off the compressor and disconnected the gun from the hose with a rush of compressed air.
The young man looked up in the sudden silence and his eyes met Nick’s again. Fuck, like chocolate fondue, thought Nick. Molten, liquid chocolate. And skin like smooth white chocolate, damn he’d like to take a bite.
He went over and sat near Greg, looking over the darkening sky as the lights of Las Vegas twinkled in the valley below.
“So how’d you get to be a millionaire?”
Greg flushed in embarrassment. “It was an accident. I was working as a software programmer for a small company too poor to pay us a full salary, so we got stock instead. They were bought out by a big company, sorta like AOL, all the shares were converted over and there I was.”
“So you’re building a big fucking house for yourself.”
Greg wondered at the resentment in the other man’s tone. “Yeah,” he said slowly, “I’m putting in a recording studio, so I can help young independent artists put out CDs and get a start.”
“Oh, a philanthropist, I see,” Nick said sarcastically.
“Hey, man, don’t resent me! It was an accident – Jeez! Fuck this!” The young man leapt to his feet and started toward the stairs.
“Hey!” Nick leaned after him and grabbed his ankle. “I’m sorry, I just have a thing about people who don’t have to work for a living.”
“Who says I don’t work?” the young man retorted angrily, trying to shake loose of Nick’s grip. “I don’t have to answer to you! Fuck, you’d think I committed a crime or something.”
“Look, man, I’m sorry. Come back and sit down. We’ll start over.”
Greg looked at him consideringly and Nick was startled to see a flicker of hunger in the other man’s eyes, veiled by the dying anger.
Silently Greg sat next to Nick again and he could feel the heat radiating off the younger man’s skin. Nervously he licked his lips. His gaydar wasn’t always accurate, but he could swear he had a chance to score here. He adjusted his tool belt, shifting it to hide the bulge starting to grow in his jeans. He’d like to fuck this young guy right here on the unfinished floor of his fucking unfinished house.
He decided to take a chance and leaned over to brush his lips across Greg’s. The response shocked him. Instead of playing pretend games or flinching away, the younger man grabbed his face and sucked his tongue out of his mouth. Gasping in surprise, Nick reasserted his dominance by rolling the young man under him on the floor and plunging his tongue deeply into his mouth, thoroughly exploring, twining their tongues until a dire need for air drove them apart.
“Fuck!” he breathed. “What do you want from me?”
“Your hot white cum,” Greg said softly.
“What?”
“Gimme your hot white cum, I want to taste you. The minute I saw you I wanted your cock in my mouth. Let me suck you.”
“Fuck,” Nick repeated, scrambling to his feet and dropping his toolbelt with a clank. The young man was up on his knees, fumbling with Nick’s belt with trembling hands. He yanked Nick’s jeans and boxers down and grinned up at him wickedly.
“Better hang onto something,” he murmured.
Nick braced himself between two studs.
The young man knelt before him looking at the magnificent cock bobbing against the rippling abs of his bronzed god and licked his lips.
“Fucking get on with it. Blow me!” Nick commanded.
Greg leaned forward and exhaled hot moist breath over the head. Nick shuddered as the heated breath whispered over his erection in the cooling night air. The first hot swipe of tongue almost undid him, his knees melted and he hung onto the 2x4s desperately. Greg seemed determined to tease, now that he’d gotten what he wanted. He feathered butterfly kisses and tiny licks up and down the hard shaft, softly grazing his teeth over the sensitive, throbbing vein on the underside.
Nick groaned and his head dropped back, if he could have been sure he’d remain standing he would have grabbed the young man’s head and shoved his cock down his throat.
“Dammit, take me!” Nick growled, thrusting his cock against Greg’s face.
Greg opened his mouth with a smirk and took Nick’s cock in. Nick hissed and jerked his hips as he plunged into the hot, wet cavern. Greg allowed Nick to thrust into his mouth, relaxing his throat to take the full length.
Nick started to moan as he felt the talented tongue first swirl over the head and then the muscles in the throat contracted around him. He let go and fucked Greg’s mouth mercilessly, part of his pleasure rooted in having this millionaire wanting him so bad that he was willingly on his knees in front of him, letting him do as he liked.
Hands. He felt hands, rolling his balls in the heavy sac, digging into his buttocks, sliding along the cleft between his buttocks. And fuck! The fingers were wet, hot, sliding between his cheeks, probing the hidden entrance where he didn’t allow anyone to touch him.
Nick opened his mouth to tell the young man to quit that but all that came out was a helpless moan as the finger pushed gently inside and hesitated. He gripped the wood so tightly he felt as if it were cutting into his fingers through his gloves, unable to say anything to stop the young man, everything just felt too good. The finger pushed deeper inside and the owner curled it, brushing against something Nick had never felt before.
“Holy fuck!”
Nick was floating in the sensation. For the first time he had a dim appreciation of why guys liked getting fucked. He gasped and thrust harder into the young man’s mouth, feeling the suction increase. Greg was doing things with his mouth that Nick had never felt before. He must have studied cock sucking, hell, he must have a degree in it. A fucking Ph.D. in cock sucking! If he’d told Nick that’s how he became a millionaire, Nick wouldn’t have grudged him a single penny as long as he could have that mouth on him again.
Nick, lost in a mindless sex-crazed haze, rocked between the finger up his ass and the delicious mouth he was fucking. He was right on the edge and the excitement was building. He longed to come but this was the best blowjob of his entire life and he never wanted it to end.
Dimly he became aware of another sound, the slap of a hand on a cock and he squinted to see the young man’s other hand a blur on his own cock, jacking himself off in time to the driving thrusts into his mouth.
Just as Nick was about to come, the young man pulled away and stroked Nick’s cock so his hot white cum spurted in ribbons into his mouth and over his face, making him look like an ad for a gay porn movie. Nick writhed as his orgasm spiraled even higher at the debauched sight.
When he finally stopped moving, his breath came in great heaving sighs as he watched Greg’s tongue hungrily lick off all the cum he could reach on his face. Nick fell to his knees, thankful for the kneepads he was still wearing, and leaned forward.
He whispered huskily, “Let me clean you up,” and trembled with delight as he licked his own cum off Greg’s face, savoring his flavour with the underlying taste of the young man.
They sagged together and Nick put his arms around the younger man, resting their foreheads together. “What can I do for you?” he whispered seductively.
Greg laughed shakily. “Nothing, I came all over your boots. You might have to clean them off. Sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry for.” Nick kissed Greg gently, suddenly afraid. That was quite possibly the hottest blowjob of his entire life, but would he ever see this guy again? He knew it would kill him to continue working here on the house and seeing the guy, and having to pretend nothing ever happened between them.
“Well, I gotta go.” Suddenly the young man seemed embarrassed and shy. He pulled out of Nick’s arms and got to his feet with a stagger, zipping up his jeans. Nick realized he’d been on his bony knees without pads the whole time and hoped he wouldn’t be too bruised.
The young man gave him a sad, sweet smile and sprinted down the stairs. Nick heard a car door slam and then the engine turned over. Headlights picked up the dust on the unfinished road and swung away, heading down the hill.
“Fuck.”
~*~
Sara leaned closer to the mirror in her locker for a better look. Another zit.
She saw Greg’s face reflected behind her and narrowed her eyes. “Greg, why don’t you ever get zits? You have perfect skin and it’s wasted on a guy. Do you use moisturizer?”
“Yeah,” Greg said, “A very special cream.”
“And you’re not gonna tell me your beauty secrets, right?” Sara asked with resignation.
“Nope. You wouldn’t swallow it even I told you what it was,” Greg said smugly.
“Brat.” Sara slammed her locker shut and went into the lab.
Nick came around the corner and leaned up against the locker with his arms crossed. “Very special cream, huh?”
“And only I can get it,” Greg smirked. “You think I’m gonna recommend your cum to her?”
“Please don’t,” Nick shuddered at the thought. “You left me hanging last night. So do I ever get to see you again?”
“Only on the job site, Nick. I’m afraid it just wouldn’t work out with me being so rich and you only a poor construction worker,” Greg said, shaking his head sadly.
“Oh, really, who’s the snob now?”
‘You have to admit you deserved it,” Greg grinned.
“What I deserve is your cum and I’m gonna get it. Tonight it’s your turn.” Nick leaned forward, quickly plunged his tongue into the younger man’s mouth and spun on his heel leaving Greg in shock. Nick never did that at work. He wondered what he was in for tonight and his mouth curled upward in a wicked smile.
Part Deux: Greg
“Greg, go to this address and get there as quick as you can. The guy they booked took another gig and the photographer needs a model.”
Greg took the slip of paper and hoisted his bag to his shoulder. He knew where this was; most photographers in town were in the industrial district where lofts were cheaper. “Do I have the look this guy wants?”
“You’re the right size,” was the non-answer and Greg sighed. Great, he was a substitute model and also the bearer of bad tidings. ‘Sorry, the model you booked got a better job and I’m here instead.’ At least he had experience. He was sure he could do the job.
He arrived at the door and hesitantly pushed it open. Fuck. That was the photographer? He was dressed all in black; black trousers with a tight black silk t-shirt, sleeves stretched over hard biceps. With his beautiful face, golden skin and dazzling smile, he could be a model himself.
Greg shook his head to clear it and ventured further inside. “Hi, I’m Greg. The agency sent me over. The other model couldn’t make it.”
Nick stood staring at the beautiful young man who’d just walked in. He’d already forgotten what the other model looked like; this one was so much better. He loved how the sunlight glowed on the luminous skin. He stepped forward and circled the young man. Stupid baggy pants, of course, but if his toned arms were anything to go by, he’d bet there was a great body hiding under there.
Beautiful eyes, very soulful and lush lashes, those would photograph well. A perfect nose, pretty from any angle, straight and perfectly proportioned. The curve of his cheek was soft, subtle, enticing. Nick raised his hand and tousled the young man’s hair, dark with just a few blond highlights near the face, thinking ‘this will work’.
“Uh, will I work for the job?”
Nick suddenly realized he hadn’t yet said a word and chuckled. “Sorry, I’m Nick. And yeah, you’ll do. If you go through there, you’ll see several outfits laid out, just put on the first one and come back out. Can you do your own makeup?”
“Sure,” Greg said thankfully. During the silent inspection he hadn’t known what was going through the guy’s head. “Just let me know what you want.”
“I want natural, fresh, youthful. This is for a local department store, catalog, newspapers. Nothing goth or radical.”
“Got it.”
Greg came out in the first outfit, jeans, long sleeved tee under a short sleeved one, front only tucked into the belt, pants dragging over yellow sneakers. His hair was spiky and piecey.
“Perfect! Have you ever done styling?” the photographer asked.
“Yeah, some,” Greg answered. “Where do you want me?”
‘In my bed,’ Nick thought, as he pointed out the marks on the white cove. “We’re just shooting on the cove today; try to stay within these marks.”
He pulled back his tripod and marked his spot on the floor with white tape. “Okay, let me just set your rim light and we can start.”
Greg stood watching the photographer adjust the soft box and then position an umbrella to pick up his hair.
“Okay, I’m shooting digital today; it’s not quite as fast as the motor drive, there’s about a 20 second lag time, so just be patient. Ready?”
Greg nodded and asked, “Smiling, serious, sulky, angry?”
“Let’s start with a smile and work our way back.”
Greg lifted his head and took a stance, projecting into the camera. Nick was pleased, he certainly had experience; he knew how to show off the features of the clothing and he had personality.
“The camera loves you, babe,” Nick muttered under his breath.
“What?”
“Nothing, private joke,” Nick smiled. “Turn away from the light, yeah, like that, and hold up your right hand to the collar and look back over your shoulder at me. Yeah, perfect.”
As the shoot continued Nick found himself cataloguing the young man’s features, trying to decide which he liked best, but the whole package was put together really well. Now, how to get the package? After the last outfit, he said, “Okay, take a break. There’s water in the fridge.”
“Thanks,” Greg grabbed a bottle and swigged half of it down. “Can I see the shots?”
“Let me just transfer them to the computer.” Nick sat on his stool to insert the card and open the shots as a slide show.
“Ooops, blinked on that one,” the younger man leaned over Nick’s shoulder, peering at the screen.
“Here, you have to get more centered to see them on the monitor,” Nick said, pulling the young man in front of him between his knees, leaving his hand on his shoulder. Greg felt an electric shock race from the hand through his body, but tried to hide his reaction.
“God, blackmail. Please don’t show anyone that shot,” Greg pleaded.
“You’re too critical, you look great,” Nick laughed, “But if you insist, I’ll delete it.”
“So, are we done?”
“We’re done with the product, but would you be interested in doing something a little more artsy? I know didn’t book you for more than half a day, but if you don’t mind staying… There’s a project I’ve been working on that you’d be perfect for. I can either call the agency or pay you direct.”
“Sure,” Greg nodded. “If you don’t mind paying me directly, I’d appreciate it. Sometimes the agency is slow.”
“Okay, let me sign your card and when you’re ready, we can start,” Nick said.
“You want something different for this one?”
“Yeah, let me show you,” Nick stood and led the way to where a couple flats stood. He rolled them back to reveal a small alcove painted in glowing jewel tones. There was a dark blue velvet couch on a platform. A length of deep crimson satin was tossed on it.
“This is for a special project I’m working on. I want you to put glitter in your hair. Also, heavier makeup, eyeliner and maybe we’ll darken up those moles, some lipstick. And nude.”
Greg swallowed and tried to act casual, like he did this all the time. Which he did, just usually not with very hot photographers who he really wanted to fuck.
“There’s a robe in the bathroom, so come out when you’re ready and I’ll check your makeup,” Nick said, striving for casual. Greg walked to the bathroom and Nick turned away, diving down his pants to adjust himself. Bent under was a really uncomfortable position as his cock came to life and he was feeling thankful he’d chosen to wear loose-fitting flowing pants today. He pulled his cock up against his stomach and his t-shirt down to cover it. At least the lighting on this set would be darker and the lights directly in his model’s eyes.
When Greg emerged, he’d added glitter to just the tips of his spiky hair. With unerring instinct, he’d applied heavy black eyeliner around his eyes, giving him a defiant, sultry look. His skin was pale and his lips rosy and innocent looking.
“Perfect,” Nick breathed, just what he had in mind. He raised a hand to smudge the eyeliner a bit more. “Now just sit on the couch, pull that satin over you and give me the robe when you’re ready.”
Greg sat in a half reclining position, leaning against the arm of the couch and pulled the crimson cloth to his waist. Nick hid a grin as the robe slipped down to reveal the angular, masculine line of the shoulders flowing up into the slender neck, toned slim arms and the small dusky nipples. A flat stomach ran down to the navel with a hint of downy hair disappearing under the satin, and Nick flushed imagining what sort of perfection was being hidden by the material. Everything was just right. The pale creamy quality of the model’s skin practically glowed under the lights, contrasting with the deep-toned colours surrounding him.
Nick took the robe, just brushing Greg’s fingers. He adjusted several lights and got behind his Hasselblad. “I’m shooting film on this one. I want you to look straight into the camera. Your lover has pissed you off. He’s pleading for you to forgive him, but you’re not ready to. Perfect, hold that thought.”
He started shooting, prowling around the couch, searching for the best angle. The sulky seductiveness of the young model’s expression was just what he’d pictured in his mind as the huge dark eyes tracked his movements. He didn’t know if his erection was due to the naked young man in his studio, the joy of creating exactly what he’d pictured in his mind or both.
“Okay, now slide down a bit and close your eyes as if you’ve fallen asleep.”
Nick walked into the set and rearranged the satin, draping the fabric to fall in graceful curves. His hands trembled as he felt the satin, still warm from contact with the young man’s naked body.
He looked through the lens, fogging the view finder with his hot breath. Fuck! He could swear the model had a good head start on a boner. The way the fabric draped, he couldn’t be sure exactly how big it was, but it looked plenty big enough for him. Long lashes fanned the pale cheeks while light and shadow played around the perfectly sculpted cheekbones.
Greg hardly dared breathe while the photographer was touching him. He knew he had a hard on and was grateful for the drape, but it was such thin fabric. He couldn’t risk glancing down but he was terrified that the way the fabric was falling was outlining every ridge and bump on his dick. God, how embarrassing. If the photographer noticed, he’d probably throw him out. Or laugh at him.
At least having to keep his eyes closed meant he didn’t have to look straight into the camera, baring his soul. He hoped he could concentrate on disgusting things like caterpillars, anything that would take the starch out of his cock, but he felt exposed, the thin fabric an insufficient barrier between him and the hot, burning eyes of the photographer.
Nick approached him stealthily and Greg jumped when he felt the man’s hands brush his hipbone. “I’m just gonna pull this a little lower, all right? Comfortable?” Fuck, the man’s voice was steady as ever, he wasn’t affected at all. Greg was beginning to wish he’d never agreed to this shoot. The last four hours were bad enough, watching the play of muscles under the silk t-shirt, wondering what the guy’s abs looked like, how he would taste… And now he was lying here spread out like a banquet under the devouring eyes.
Nick pulled the fabric lower on the prominent hipbone, exposing the iliac furrow, his artistic eye approving of the shadowing that hinted at hidden areas lower down while his libido was demanding other things from him. He practically leapt behind the camera, licking his lips over the pale glowing flesh that screamed at him, ‘lick me, suck me, taste me!’
“Everything okay?” the model asked and Nick was sure he heard a slight tremor in the man’s voice.
“You’re fine, perfect, just like that.” He bracketed his shots. Aside from the slight distraction of wanting to throw his model down and fuck him senseless, Nick was excited. These shots would be the best in his series so far. This guy was so beautiful and there didn’t seem to be an angle where he looked bad. His skin was so smooth and unblemished, light and shadow modulated across his flesh perfectly.
“Would you be comfortable turning away from me?” Nick asked tactfully, he just couldn’t come out and say, ‘can I see your ass?’ even though that’s what he meant.
Greg’s eyes opened and Nick gasped; he’d forgotten the soulful depth of the velvety brown eyes. “You mean turn my back?”
“Yes,” Nick answered authoritatively. “Turn and drape one arm over the back of the couch. Pull your other arm up and rest your head on it.”
Gratefully Greg turned away, even if the guy bared his ass, at least he wouldn’t be able to see the erection that was trying to dig a hole in his stomach. He settled himself in the position the photographer had asked for.
“I’m kind of a hands-on guy, do you mind if I just…?” Nick asked, hovering.
“No, help yourself,” Greg said, then bit his tongue; it sounded like he wanted the guy to… He stiffened slightly as he felt warm hands moving his arm. He reminded himself that he was a professional and people touched him all the time, fixing his hair, moving him into position. It was just that only this man sent tongues of fire licking down his spine with every brush of his hand.
Nick moved the model’s arm and then pressed his hand against his own cock, squeezing it, hoping it would go down so that he could concentrate as long as it took. After a moment, he worked the fabric again, draping it so it barely exposed the cleft of the model’s ass. The shadow accentuated the swell and valley perfectly.
Back behind the camera, he thought he might die of blue balls before this shoot was over. After he got what he wanted on film, he approached the model again and pulled the fabric lower, so his ass was completely exposed. He lifted Greg’s upper leg, trying not to dig his fingers into the silky skin of the inner thigh and trailed the fabric against it, draping it to look as if it had been kicked off in casual sleep.
Greg trembled as the strong hand lifted his leg and then dragged the cool, satiny fabric higher on his inner thigh, barely brushing his balls. What was the guy trying to do to him? Kill him? If you could die from blue balls, then he was certainly on his way
Fuck! What a perfect ass! Muscular, firm, rounded; Nick wanted nothing more than to take a bite out of each cheek. Had to concentrate. Shoot pictures. For now. Behind the camera he practically swooned at the image he thought would be burned into his brain forever. He adjusted the lights so most of the model’s body was in deeper shadow, the highlights glowing off the curved flesh as the only focal point.
“Okay, roll over on your stomach and come up on your knees, as if you’re a panther and you’re stalking me.”
There was a long pause while Greg tried to figure out how to manoeuvre into the required position without giving the guy an eyeful of just how much he was turned on. Finally he gathered the fabric around his hips and flipped over. He dropped his head lower than his butt, confident that his chest hid his cock, seeing as it was now so stiff it was practically glued to his stomach, before letting the fabric slide off his body.
Nick gasped as the darkly smudged eyes smouldered up at him, the half moons of the model’s ass rising over the glittery spikes of his hair. His arm muscles looked cut and defined as he supported himself on them.
“Perfect,” he cried frantically. “Don’t move, look up at me, yes, yes, now lick your lips, just stick the tip of your tongue out, yes, hold that. Okay, move toward me, slowly, slowly.”
Greg’s muscles trembled as he tried to control his cock, his breathing and his weight while slowly crawling forward on the couch.
“Okay, take a break,” Nick said breathlessly, prepared to make a run for the bathroom. He couldn’t stand the pressure another minute. The predatory look on the younger man’s face had just about undone him. He turned back, startled, as he heard the younger man growl.
“Fuck! Are you done playing with me?” he asked in a breathless voice redolent of frustration and desire.
“No,” Nick said staring at him, feeling sparks arcing between them in the dark of the room. “Gimme your hot white cum.”
Greg stood up in one fluid movement and stalked slowly toward Nick, mesmerizing him with his eyes, eyes that were burning with need and hunger. Nick’s gaze dropped to the impressive erection bobbing as the model walked towards him.
“Did I hear what I thought I heard? Because I’m done playing this game.”
“I want you to fill my ass with your hot spunk,” Nick smiled brazenly.
Greg moved closer, wearing nothing but a wicked smile on his face. He put both hands on Nick’s face and kissed him insistently. Nick grabbed at him, desperate to feel skin under his hands, and let out a gasp of gratification at the hot, velvety feeling of the younger man’s skin. It felt so good just to run his hands over the smooth body, mapping every curve and angle that his eyes had been worshipping all afternoon.
He closed his eyes and let his hands do the seeing for him, losing himself in the sensuous kiss, hot, wet tongues gliding together, sucking, playing from one mouth to the other. The heat of the younger man’s skin burned into his hands, creating a sense impression that he hoped never to forget, burning the feel of that body into his brain.
He groaned and pressed himself closer, unaware that Greg was attempting to tug his t-shirt over his head, he couldn’t let that mouth go now that he had it. Hands fumbled at his belt buckle and he felt his loose trousers slide to the floor. Eager hands dove into his boxers, gripping and stroking his aching cock. He arched into the touch, moaning incoherently into Greg’s mouth.
Hands pushed him away gently and Greg’s smudged eyes looked huge when he finally opened his questioningly. “Naked,” Greg ordered, pulling at his clothing.
Nick swept them off in a frenzy and stood naked and erect in front of the model. Now it was Greg’s turn to marvel at the beauty of the older man, every muscle cut, defined, rippling with health under golden skin, speaking of a lifetime of work.
Greg rubbed himself against the older man like a cat, stretching and purring as their skin got acquainted, their cocks rubbing together gently, tips weeping with fluid.
“What did you want again?” he teasingly whispered in Nick’s ear before taking the lobe between his teeth and sucking.
“Your cum, I want you to fuck me,” Nick whimpered.
“Supplies?”
“Bathroom,” Nick pointed. “But…”
Greg turned questioningly.
“Are you clean?”
Greg’s eyes widened and he nodded.
“I am too. I want you to fuck me bareback. I want to feel your hot white cum when you come deep in my ass.”
Nick could see the skin on Greg’s chest vibrating as his heart pounded and his breath came faster, he was panting, his eyes darkened with arousal, his wet lips parted.
Slowly Greg nodded and then dashed for the lube.
He wrapped Nick in a crushing embrace, their cocks sliding together and pulled him in for another burning kiss. Wet, slick fingers slid in Nick’s cleft and he breathed harder as a finger circled his entrance. The finger slid inside and probed, brushing the bundle of nerves making sparks explode behind his eyes and his hips jerk.
Another finger and Nick felt the stretch, the slight burn that always presaged the absolute blissful pleasure of getting fucked.
“I want you,” Greg breathed softly against Nick’s skin, heat sparking in the path of the breath rippling all the way to his groin.
“I want you too. God,” Nick answered on a moan and jerked his hips again as Greg hit the spot.
Greg pulled his fingers out and led Nick to the couch, pushing him onto his knees in front of it, guiding his chest to rest on the seat. He knelt behind Nick and gripped his cock with his slick fingers. The idea of taking his new lover without a condom was tremendously exciting and he didn’t want to go off too early or hurt him. He spread a copious amount of lube over his shaft, then slid it slowly up and down Nick’s crack.
Nick moaned and pushed his ass back, begging without a word to be impaled on the younger man’s length. Finally Greg guided himself to the opening and pushed slowly until the tight muscles yielded to him. He gasped as the head was encircled by the blazing heat of the narrow passage, muscles clenching at his throbbing cock.
Nick pushed back and Greg slowly pressed forward until his length was sheathed inside. He rested for a moment, getting used to the smooth silky feeling of his lover’s ass, so different from the barrier of the condom. Then he pulled out and pushed back in, settling himself deeper, feeling amazingly connected with the other man.
“Faster, harder…” Nick demanded impatiently.
Greg took a breath and gripped Nick’s hips firmly. The sensation of fucking without a condom was so overwhelming; he hoped he’d last long enough to give Nick the ride of his life. He angled his hips until a yelp and jerk announced that he’d found the sweet spot and then set a fast pace.
“So full… fill me… Greg, I want… your cum… hot…” Nick choked out.
Nick could feel the blazing heat of his lover’s hard cock as he never had before, he felt as if his ass was on fire and he loved it. He pushed back into every thrust, his hand on his own cock. As Greg hit his pleasure spot harder with each stroke, he knew he was approaching his climax and his hand worked his weeping shaft and he came without warning, convulsing and clenching hard on Greg’s organ.
Greg felt the inner walls milking him and succumbed to the incredible, inevitable pressure. His hips jerked forward and he slammed against Nick’s ass, erupting inside him, spilling his hot seed in long thrusts, his back arched and screaming Nick’s name. He collapsed over Nick’s back, slick with sweat, thrusting weakly into the clenching opening as the aftershocks shook them both.
~*~
“Fuck!” Greg gasped.
“Can you move?” Nick asked.
“No. You?”
“No, can we just stay here for a while?”
“What made you want to fuck without a condom?”
“You’re always saying that my cum is your secret beauty routine. Not fair if I don’t get yours, can’t have you being the only beautiful one around here.”
Greg laughed, “You’re already beautiful, babe. I was thinking, how about next time I get to be the photographer and you get to be the model.”
Nick nodded and Greg reached for the wetnaps. He took Nick in his arms as they both settled, exhausted, on the couch. He ruefully looked at the bruises on his knees.
Nick noticed and bent to kiss each knee. “There, better?”
“Much,” Greg sighed. “Were you toying with me when I was on the couch before?”
“Yeah,” Nick said smugly, “I wanted to get you really hot so when I suggested no condoms you wouldn’t think too much.”
“You always get what you want,” Greg said with a soft kiss.
“I hope to,” Nick said and pulled the younger man close, hoping that forever would come true for them.
Authors:
catlover2x and fred_bear aka jennybel75Chapter: 7 of many.
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Nick/ Greg
Disclaimers: We don't own them, it'd be nice if we did- we really wouldn't get any sleep then!
Summary: Construction workers and tool belts, models and photographers.
This is a series of Role Plays and Fantasies between the boys. Each will have two parts, 1 for Greg and 1 for Nick, their fantasy being fulfilled by the other. There will be as many parts as we have ideas for. Enjoy!
A/N: Just to let ya'll know we're having still much fun with this, we love each other and have pledged never to date a man born on 9/11 again!
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csi_slash and nerdswithbadgesChapter 1- "Untouched" can be found here
Chapter 2- "RentBoys" can be found here
Chapter 3- "FlyBoys" can be found here
Chapter 4- "CollegeBoys" can be found here
Chapter 5- "RomanticBoys" can be found here
Chapter 6- "StoreBoys" can be found here
"H.W.C." Liz Phair
Give it to me, don't give it away
Don't think about what the others say
My skins getting clear, my hairs so bright
All you do is fuck me every day and night
You're my secret beauty routine
Na, na, na, na, what my body has seen
I am lookin' good and I'm feeling nice
Baby you're the best magazine advice
Gimme your hot white cum
Gimme your hot white cum
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Gimme your hot white cum
I'm gonna pull you back down between the sheets
Everything is fresher when the day is sweet
In the morning light when you're already on the phone
Face it, one of these days
Without you I'm just another Dorian Gray
It's the fountain of youth
It's the meaning of life
So hot, so sweet, so wet my appetite
Gimme your hot white cum
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Face it, one of these days
Without you I'm just another Dorian Gray
It's the fountain of youth
It's the meaning of life
Baby you're the best magazine advice
Gimme your hot white cum
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Part A: Nicky
“That’s the owner?”
Warrick smirked at his friend as he nodded. Nick rocked back on his heels to take in the young man; slender, hell, skinny, with messy hair in spikes, baggy jeans and a well-worn t-shirt.
“He doesn’t look like he could afford even one fucking window of this place.” Nick shook his head and got back to nailing off the plywood subfloor. He crawled forward on his knee pads, nail gun in hand, sinking 16d nails every six inches on the joist, watching from the corner of his eye as the young man drifted bonelessly in the wake of the smarmy contractor, who was raising his arm to demonstrate the view from the second floor.
“Pull your tongue in, boy,” Warrick snickered.
“Fuck off,” Nick replied amiably. “Not my type. Don’t go for fucking twinks.”
“I don’t think he’s a twink, not if he can afford a house like this,” Warrick teased.
Nick nodded and noticed that the contractor was looking flustered. The twink snatched the plans from his hands and flipped through them, stopping on a particular page.
Nick nudged Warrick as they watched. The other men hadn’t taken any notice yet.
“You lathed over the temporary safety rail, man, look at that!” the young man said angrily.
“Well, it doesn’t make that much difference and it’ll cost more to rip it off at this point–” the contractor said soothingly.
“The hell it does!” the young man snarled. “It’ll cost a fuck load more when the inspector comes by and finds it doesn’t conform to plan or code. And what the fuck are these?” He kicked the ornate railings that had been delivered for the terrace.
“Those are the railings, per spec,” the contractor said defensively.
“Bullshit! I would never agree to those fucking monstrosities!” Again the young man leafed through the blueprints to the page with elevations. “Look, plain, Arts & Crafts style railings.” He glared at the contractor who tried again to convince him that these were the correct railings. The young man whipped out his cell and dialled the architect.
Nick sniggered. He tried to quell it, but there was nothing he enjoyed more than seeing rich people get their knickers in a twist over nothing. Although he had to respect the young man for picking up on the fiasco of the scabbed over safety rail and the ornate ironwork was not to his taste either.
The young man handed his phone to the contractor and strode to the edge of the second floor, holding onto the framing, taking deep breaths. ‘Breath in, breath out… don’t kick the fucker off the second floor,’ Nick could hear him muttering under his breath, as he admired the broad shoulders tapering to a slim waist. Damn those fucking baggy jeans the younger crowd insisted on wearing, he couldn’t get even a hint of what the guy’s ass looked like.
The young man turned suddenly and his eyes met Nick’s. The angry flush on his face started to fade and his mouth hung open as he admired the bronzed god kneeling before him, sleeves rolled back to reveal hard sinewy arms and golden skin, his muscular thighs bulging under worn jeans. His hands were covered by dirty work gloves and his eyes were hidden behind sunglasses but he had a beautiful face with a square jaw and long black hair.
Warrick sauntered over to the young guy and asked, “What’s the problem?”
The young guy’s eyebrows drew together in a frown and he said, “Don’t tell me you didn’t realize that safety rail–”
“Yeah, we all did. First house?”
“Yeah.” The young guy took a breath. “I had no idea it was going to be this hard, that dickhead keeps trying to tell me I’m blind and what I see here is what’s on the plan.”
“Yeah, he cuts corners,” Warrick agreed.
“You know somebody better?”
“Me,” Warrick said simply. “I’m a sub but I can handle the job. And I won’t rob you either. I just want to get it done right.”
“Greg Sanders.” The young man put his hand out and they shook hands.
“Warrick Brown,” Warrick nodded, “If you decide you want to make a switch, I can show you other homes I’ve built.”
Nick couldn’t quite hear what they were saying so his simmering resentment against rich people warred with jealousy as he suspected his friend of trying to get a date with the young man.
Warrick sauntered back and said smugly, “Might have me a new job, man.”
“What, sucking his cock?” Nick retorted crudely.
“No, man, check it out, boobs, tits, pussy? Chicks, women, remember? You want his cock, it’s all yours,” Warrick smirked. “And I can see you’re sporting some serious wood there, my man.”
“Fuck you,” Nick coloured angrily. “So what were you two discussing?”
“I like the design of this house and if he’d give me a chance, I could see that it was built right.”
“How’d he get to be a millionaire so young anyway? Did he inherit it?” Nick asked with a contemptuous curl of his lip.
“Nope, heard he was a dotcommer. Maybe you should ask him.” Warrick laughed at the stubborn look on Nick’s face as he returned to his nailing.
The contractor came over to the young man and handed him the phone. After a few minutes conversation, the young man hung up and squared off to the contractor. Their voices got louder and the conversation more heated. Nick and Warrick listened with interest as the young man unhesitatingly fired the contractor, negotiated a kill fee and told him to send a bill. The contractor stormed off and all three men drew a little sigh of relief.
Greg turned toward the two other men and walked over to Warrick, unconsciously flicking little glances at Nick as he came closer.
“So, you wanna build me a house?”
“Let’s talk,” Warrick said simply, guiding the younger man to the outer wall. They sat down with the plans between them as Warrick explained what mistakes had already been made, the best way to correct them and how he would proceed.
Nick nailed his way over, trying to overhear the conversation. Just about the house, he sighed in relief. He knew Warrick said that he liked women, but with a guy as hot as this young one… well he just wanted to be sure.
“I’ll get papers drawn up tonight,” Warrick said. “Let me pull the men off the job now, tell them about the switch. If you can meet me at my office tomorrow we can sign the contract and get started.”
“Thanks, man. I can tell I’m in good hands, I’ll see you tomorrow in the morning then,” Greg said with a smile.
Nick shook his head to clear it of the image of Greg in Warrick’s hands, when what he wanted was for the young man to be in his hands. He continued nailing as Warrick gathered the other men and informed them of the change in contractors.
Stoically, Nick continued to nail off the plywood as the other men dropped their tool belts and sauntered off the job site. When he’d sunk the last nail, he turned off the compressor and disconnected the gun from the hose with a rush of compressed air.
The young man looked up in the sudden silence and his eyes met Nick’s again. Fuck, like chocolate fondue, thought Nick. Molten, liquid chocolate. And skin like smooth white chocolate, damn he’d like to take a bite.
He went over and sat near Greg, looking over the darkening sky as the lights of Las Vegas twinkled in the valley below.
“So how’d you get to be a millionaire?”
Greg flushed in embarrassment. “It was an accident. I was working as a software programmer for a small company too poor to pay us a full salary, so we got stock instead. They were bought out by a big company, sorta like AOL, all the shares were converted over and there I was.”
“So you’re building a big fucking house for yourself.”
Greg wondered at the resentment in the other man’s tone. “Yeah,” he said slowly, “I’m putting in a recording studio, so I can help young independent artists put out CDs and get a start.”
“Oh, a philanthropist, I see,” Nick said sarcastically.
“Hey, man, don’t resent me! It was an accident – Jeez! Fuck this!” The young man leapt to his feet and started toward the stairs.
“Hey!” Nick leaned after him and grabbed his ankle. “I’m sorry, I just have a thing about people who don’t have to work for a living.”
“Who says I don’t work?” the young man retorted angrily, trying to shake loose of Nick’s grip. “I don’t have to answer to you! Fuck, you’d think I committed a crime or something.”
“Look, man, I’m sorry. Come back and sit down. We’ll start over.”
Greg looked at him consideringly and Nick was startled to see a flicker of hunger in the other man’s eyes, veiled by the dying anger.
Silently Greg sat next to Nick again and he could feel the heat radiating off the younger man’s skin. Nervously he licked his lips. His gaydar wasn’t always accurate, but he could swear he had a chance to score here. He adjusted his tool belt, shifting it to hide the bulge starting to grow in his jeans. He’d like to fuck this young guy right here on the unfinished floor of his fucking unfinished house.
He decided to take a chance and leaned over to brush his lips across Greg’s. The response shocked him. Instead of playing pretend games or flinching away, the younger man grabbed his face and sucked his tongue out of his mouth. Gasping in surprise, Nick reasserted his dominance by rolling the young man under him on the floor and plunging his tongue deeply into his mouth, thoroughly exploring, twining their tongues until a dire need for air drove them apart.
“Fuck!” he breathed. “What do you want from me?”
“Your hot white cum,” Greg said softly.
“What?”
“Gimme your hot white cum, I want to taste you. The minute I saw you I wanted your cock in my mouth. Let me suck you.”
“Fuck,” Nick repeated, scrambling to his feet and dropping his toolbelt with a clank. The young man was up on his knees, fumbling with Nick’s belt with trembling hands. He yanked Nick’s jeans and boxers down and grinned up at him wickedly.
“Better hang onto something,” he murmured.
Nick braced himself between two studs.
The young man knelt before him looking at the magnificent cock bobbing against the rippling abs of his bronzed god and licked his lips.
“Fucking get on with it. Blow me!” Nick commanded.
Greg leaned forward and exhaled hot moist breath over the head. Nick shuddered as the heated breath whispered over his erection in the cooling night air. The first hot swipe of tongue almost undid him, his knees melted and he hung onto the 2x4s desperately. Greg seemed determined to tease, now that he’d gotten what he wanted. He feathered butterfly kisses and tiny licks up and down the hard shaft, softly grazing his teeth over the sensitive, throbbing vein on the underside.
Nick groaned and his head dropped back, if he could have been sure he’d remain standing he would have grabbed the young man’s head and shoved his cock down his throat.
“Dammit, take me!” Nick growled, thrusting his cock against Greg’s face.
Greg opened his mouth with a smirk and took Nick’s cock in. Nick hissed and jerked his hips as he plunged into the hot, wet cavern. Greg allowed Nick to thrust into his mouth, relaxing his throat to take the full length.
Nick started to moan as he felt the talented tongue first swirl over the head and then the muscles in the throat contracted around him. He let go and fucked Greg’s mouth mercilessly, part of his pleasure rooted in having this millionaire wanting him so bad that he was willingly on his knees in front of him, letting him do as he liked.
Hands. He felt hands, rolling his balls in the heavy sac, digging into his buttocks, sliding along the cleft between his buttocks. And fuck! The fingers were wet, hot, sliding between his cheeks, probing the hidden entrance where he didn’t allow anyone to touch him.
Nick opened his mouth to tell the young man to quit that but all that came out was a helpless moan as the finger pushed gently inside and hesitated. He gripped the wood so tightly he felt as if it were cutting into his fingers through his gloves, unable to say anything to stop the young man, everything just felt too good. The finger pushed deeper inside and the owner curled it, brushing against something Nick had never felt before.
“Holy fuck!”
Nick was floating in the sensation. For the first time he had a dim appreciation of why guys liked getting fucked. He gasped and thrust harder into the young man’s mouth, feeling the suction increase. Greg was doing things with his mouth that Nick had never felt before. He must have studied cock sucking, hell, he must have a degree in it. A fucking Ph.D. in cock sucking! If he’d told Nick that’s how he became a millionaire, Nick wouldn’t have grudged him a single penny as long as he could have that mouth on him again.
Nick, lost in a mindless sex-crazed haze, rocked between the finger up his ass and the delicious mouth he was fucking. He was right on the edge and the excitement was building. He longed to come but this was the best blowjob of his entire life and he never wanted it to end.
Dimly he became aware of another sound, the slap of a hand on a cock and he squinted to see the young man’s other hand a blur on his own cock, jacking himself off in time to the driving thrusts into his mouth.
Just as Nick was about to come, the young man pulled away and stroked Nick’s cock so his hot white cum spurted in ribbons into his mouth and over his face, making him look like an ad for a gay porn movie. Nick writhed as his orgasm spiraled even higher at the debauched sight.
When he finally stopped moving, his breath came in great heaving sighs as he watched Greg’s tongue hungrily lick off all the cum he could reach on his face. Nick fell to his knees, thankful for the kneepads he was still wearing, and leaned forward.
He whispered huskily, “Let me clean you up,” and trembled with delight as he licked his own cum off Greg’s face, savoring his flavour with the underlying taste of the young man.
They sagged together and Nick put his arms around the younger man, resting their foreheads together. “What can I do for you?” he whispered seductively.
Greg laughed shakily. “Nothing, I came all over your boots. You might have to clean them off. Sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry for.” Nick kissed Greg gently, suddenly afraid. That was quite possibly the hottest blowjob of his entire life, but would he ever see this guy again? He knew it would kill him to continue working here on the house and seeing the guy, and having to pretend nothing ever happened between them.
“Well, I gotta go.” Suddenly the young man seemed embarrassed and shy. He pulled out of Nick’s arms and got to his feet with a stagger, zipping up his jeans. Nick realized he’d been on his bony knees without pads the whole time and hoped he wouldn’t be too bruised.
The young man gave him a sad, sweet smile and sprinted down the stairs. Nick heard a car door slam and then the engine turned over. Headlights picked up the dust on the unfinished road and swung away, heading down the hill.
“Fuck.”
~*~
Sara leaned closer to the mirror in her locker for a better look. Another zit.
She saw Greg’s face reflected behind her and narrowed her eyes. “Greg, why don’t you ever get zits? You have perfect skin and it’s wasted on a guy. Do you use moisturizer?”
“Yeah,” Greg said, “A very special cream.”
“And you’re not gonna tell me your beauty secrets, right?” Sara asked with resignation.
“Nope. You wouldn’t swallow it even I told you what it was,” Greg said smugly.
“Brat.” Sara slammed her locker shut and went into the lab.
Nick came around the corner and leaned up against the locker with his arms crossed. “Very special cream, huh?”
“And only I can get it,” Greg smirked. “You think I’m gonna recommend your cum to her?”
“Please don’t,” Nick shuddered at the thought. “You left me hanging last night. So do I ever get to see you again?”
“Only on the job site, Nick. I’m afraid it just wouldn’t work out with me being so rich and you only a poor construction worker,” Greg said, shaking his head sadly.
“Oh, really, who’s the snob now?”
‘You have to admit you deserved it,” Greg grinned.
“What I deserve is your cum and I’m gonna get it. Tonight it’s your turn.” Nick leaned forward, quickly plunged his tongue into the younger man’s mouth and spun on his heel leaving Greg in shock. Nick never did that at work. He wondered what he was in for tonight and his mouth curled upward in a wicked smile.
Part Deux: Greg
“Greg, go to this address and get there as quick as you can. The guy they booked took another gig and the photographer needs a model.”
Greg took the slip of paper and hoisted his bag to his shoulder. He knew where this was; most photographers in town were in the industrial district where lofts were cheaper. “Do I have the look this guy wants?”
“You’re the right size,” was the non-answer and Greg sighed. Great, he was a substitute model and also the bearer of bad tidings. ‘Sorry, the model you booked got a better job and I’m here instead.’ At least he had experience. He was sure he could do the job.
He arrived at the door and hesitantly pushed it open. Fuck. That was the photographer? He was dressed all in black; black trousers with a tight black silk t-shirt, sleeves stretched over hard biceps. With his beautiful face, golden skin and dazzling smile, he could be a model himself.
Greg shook his head to clear it and ventured further inside. “Hi, I’m Greg. The agency sent me over. The other model couldn’t make it.”
Nick stood staring at the beautiful young man who’d just walked in. He’d already forgotten what the other model looked like; this one was so much better. He loved how the sunlight glowed on the luminous skin. He stepped forward and circled the young man. Stupid baggy pants, of course, but if his toned arms were anything to go by, he’d bet there was a great body hiding under there.
Beautiful eyes, very soulful and lush lashes, those would photograph well. A perfect nose, pretty from any angle, straight and perfectly proportioned. The curve of his cheek was soft, subtle, enticing. Nick raised his hand and tousled the young man’s hair, dark with just a few blond highlights near the face, thinking ‘this will work’.
“Uh, will I work for the job?”
Nick suddenly realized he hadn’t yet said a word and chuckled. “Sorry, I’m Nick. And yeah, you’ll do. If you go through there, you’ll see several outfits laid out, just put on the first one and come back out. Can you do your own makeup?”
“Sure,” Greg said thankfully. During the silent inspection he hadn’t known what was going through the guy’s head. “Just let me know what you want.”
“I want natural, fresh, youthful. This is for a local department store, catalog, newspapers. Nothing goth or radical.”
“Got it.”
Greg came out in the first outfit, jeans, long sleeved tee under a short sleeved one, front only tucked into the belt, pants dragging over yellow sneakers. His hair was spiky and piecey.
“Perfect! Have you ever done styling?” the photographer asked.
“Yeah, some,” Greg answered. “Where do you want me?”
‘In my bed,’ Nick thought, as he pointed out the marks on the white cove. “We’re just shooting on the cove today; try to stay within these marks.”
He pulled back his tripod and marked his spot on the floor with white tape. “Okay, let me just set your rim light and we can start.”
Greg stood watching the photographer adjust the soft box and then position an umbrella to pick up his hair.
“Okay, I’m shooting digital today; it’s not quite as fast as the motor drive, there’s about a 20 second lag time, so just be patient. Ready?”
Greg nodded and asked, “Smiling, serious, sulky, angry?”
“Let’s start with a smile and work our way back.”
Greg lifted his head and took a stance, projecting into the camera. Nick was pleased, he certainly had experience; he knew how to show off the features of the clothing and he had personality.
“The camera loves you, babe,” Nick muttered under his breath.
“What?”
“Nothing, private joke,” Nick smiled. “Turn away from the light, yeah, like that, and hold up your right hand to the collar and look back over your shoulder at me. Yeah, perfect.”
As the shoot continued Nick found himself cataloguing the young man’s features, trying to decide which he liked best, but the whole package was put together really well. Now, how to get the package? After the last outfit, he said, “Okay, take a break. There’s water in the fridge.”
“Thanks,” Greg grabbed a bottle and swigged half of it down. “Can I see the shots?”
“Let me just transfer them to the computer.” Nick sat on his stool to insert the card and open the shots as a slide show.
“Ooops, blinked on that one,” the younger man leaned over Nick’s shoulder, peering at the screen.
“Here, you have to get more centered to see them on the monitor,” Nick said, pulling the young man in front of him between his knees, leaving his hand on his shoulder. Greg felt an electric shock race from the hand through his body, but tried to hide his reaction.
“God, blackmail. Please don’t show anyone that shot,” Greg pleaded.
“You’re too critical, you look great,” Nick laughed, “But if you insist, I’ll delete it.”
“So, are we done?”
“We’re done with the product, but would you be interested in doing something a little more artsy? I know didn’t book you for more than half a day, but if you don’t mind staying… There’s a project I’ve been working on that you’d be perfect for. I can either call the agency or pay you direct.”
“Sure,” Greg nodded. “If you don’t mind paying me directly, I’d appreciate it. Sometimes the agency is slow.”
“Okay, let me sign your card and when you’re ready, we can start,” Nick said.
“You want something different for this one?”
“Yeah, let me show you,” Nick stood and led the way to where a couple flats stood. He rolled them back to reveal a small alcove painted in glowing jewel tones. There was a dark blue velvet couch on a platform. A length of deep crimson satin was tossed on it.
“This is for a special project I’m working on. I want you to put glitter in your hair. Also, heavier makeup, eyeliner and maybe we’ll darken up those moles, some lipstick. And nude.”
Greg swallowed and tried to act casual, like he did this all the time. Which he did, just usually not with very hot photographers who he really wanted to fuck.
“There’s a robe in the bathroom, so come out when you’re ready and I’ll check your makeup,” Nick said, striving for casual. Greg walked to the bathroom and Nick turned away, diving down his pants to adjust himself. Bent under was a really uncomfortable position as his cock came to life and he was feeling thankful he’d chosen to wear loose-fitting flowing pants today. He pulled his cock up against his stomach and his t-shirt down to cover it. At least the lighting on this set would be darker and the lights directly in his model’s eyes.
When Greg emerged, he’d added glitter to just the tips of his spiky hair. With unerring instinct, he’d applied heavy black eyeliner around his eyes, giving him a defiant, sultry look. His skin was pale and his lips rosy and innocent looking.
“Perfect,” Nick breathed, just what he had in mind. He raised a hand to smudge the eyeliner a bit more. “Now just sit on the couch, pull that satin over you and give me the robe when you’re ready.”
Greg sat in a half reclining position, leaning against the arm of the couch and pulled the crimson cloth to his waist. Nick hid a grin as the robe slipped down to reveal the angular, masculine line of the shoulders flowing up into the slender neck, toned slim arms and the small dusky nipples. A flat stomach ran down to the navel with a hint of downy hair disappearing under the satin, and Nick flushed imagining what sort of perfection was being hidden by the material. Everything was just right. The pale creamy quality of the model’s skin practically glowed under the lights, contrasting with the deep-toned colours surrounding him.
Nick took the robe, just brushing Greg’s fingers. He adjusted several lights and got behind his Hasselblad. “I’m shooting film on this one. I want you to look straight into the camera. Your lover has pissed you off. He’s pleading for you to forgive him, but you’re not ready to. Perfect, hold that thought.”
He started shooting, prowling around the couch, searching for the best angle. The sulky seductiveness of the young model’s expression was just what he’d pictured in his mind as the huge dark eyes tracked his movements. He didn’t know if his erection was due to the naked young man in his studio, the joy of creating exactly what he’d pictured in his mind or both.
“Okay, now slide down a bit and close your eyes as if you’ve fallen asleep.”
Nick walked into the set and rearranged the satin, draping the fabric to fall in graceful curves. His hands trembled as he felt the satin, still warm from contact with the young man’s naked body.
He looked through the lens, fogging the view finder with his hot breath. Fuck! He could swear the model had a good head start on a boner. The way the fabric draped, he couldn’t be sure exactly how big it was, but it looked plenty big enough for him. Long lashes fanned the pale cheeks while light and shadow played around the perfectly sculpted cheekbones.
Greg hardly dared breathe while the photographer was touching him. He knew he had a hard on and was grateful for the drape, but it was such thin fabric. He couldn’t risk glancing down but he was terrified that the way the fabric was falling was outlining every ridge and bump on his dick. God, how embarrassing. If the photographer noticed, he’d probably throw him out. Or laugh at him.
At least having to keep his eyes closed meant he didn’t have to look straight into the camera, baring his soul. He hoped he could concentrate on disgusting things like caterpillars, anything that would take the starch out of his cock, but he felt exposed, the thin fabric an insufficient barrier between him and the hot, burning eyes of the photographer.
Nick approached him stealthily and Greg jumped when he felt the man’s hands brush his hipbone. “I’m just gonna pull this a little lower, all right? Comfortable?” Fuck, the man’s voice was steady as ever, he wasn’t affected at all. Greg was beginning to wish he’d never agreed to this shoot. The last four hours were bad enough, watching the play of muscles under the silk t-shirt, wondering what the guy’s abs looked like, how he would taste… And now he was lying here spread out like a banquet under the devouring eyes.
Nick pulled the fabric lower on the prominent hipbone, exposing the iliac furrow, his artistic eye approving of the shadowing that hinted at hidden areas lower down while his libido was demanding other things from him. He practically leapt behind the camera, licking his lips over the pale glowing flesh that screamed at him, ‘lick me, suck me, taste me!’
“Everything okay?” the model asked and Nick was sure he heard a slight tremor in the man’s voice.
“You’re fine, perfect, just like that.” He bracketed his shots. Aside from the slight distraction of wanting to throw his model down and fuck him senseless, Nick was excited. These shots would be the best in his series so far. This guy was so beautiful and there didn’t seem to be an angle where he looked bad. His skin was so smooth and unblemished, light and shadow modulated across his flesh perfectly.
“Would you be comfortable turning away from me?” Nick asked tactfully, he just couldn’t come out and say, ‘can I see your ass?’ even though that’s what he meant.
Greg’s eyes opened and Nick gasped; he’d forgotten the soulful depth of the velvety brown eyes. “You mean turn my back?”
“Yes,” Nick answered authoritatively. “Turn and drape one arm over the back of the couch. Pull your other arm up and rest your head on it.”
Gratefully Greg turned away, even if the guy bared his ass, at least he wouldn’t be able to see the erection that was trying to dig a hole in his stomach. He settled himself in the position the photographer had asked for.
“I’m kind of a hands-on guy, do you mind if I just…?” Nick asked, hovering.
“No, help yourself,” Greg said, then bit his tongue; it sounded like he wanted the guy to… He stiffened slightly as he felt warm hands moving his arm. He reminded himself that he was a professional and people touched him all the time, fixing his hair, moving him into position. It was just that only this man sent tongues of fire licking down his spine with every brush of his hand.
Nick moved the model’s arm and then pressed his hand against his own cock, squeezing it, hoping it would go down so that he could concentrate as long as it took. After a moment, he worked the fabric again, draping it so it barely exposed the cleft of the model’s ass. The shadow accentuated the swell and valley perfectly.
Back behind the camera, he thought he might die of blue balls before this shoot was over. After he got what he wanted on film, he approached the model again and pulled the fabric lower, so his ass was completely exposed. He lifted Greg’s upper leg, trying not to dig his fingers into the silky skin of the inner thigh and trailed the fabric against it, draping it to look as if it had been kicked off in casual sleep.
Greg trembled as the strong hand lifted his leg and then dragged the cool, satiny fabric higher on his inner thigh, barely brushing his balls. What was the guy trying to do to him? Kill him? If you could die from blue balls, then he was certainly on his way
Fuck! What a perfect ass! Muscular, firm, rounded; Nick wanted nothing more than to take a bite out of each cheek. Had to concentrate. Shoot pictures. For now. Behind the camera he practically swooned at the image he thought would be burned into his brain forever. He adjusted the lights so most of the model’s body was in deeper shadow, the highlights glowing off the curved flesh as the only focal point.
“Okay, roll over on your stomach and come up on your knees, as if you’re a panther and you’re stalking me.”
There was a long pause while Greg tried to figure out how to manoeuvre into the required position without giving the guy an eyeful of just how much he was turned on. Finally he gathered the fabric around his hips and flipped over. He dropped his head lower than his butt, confident that his chest hid his cock, seeing as it was now so stiff it was practically glued to his stomach, before letting the fabric slide off his body.
Nick gasped as the darkly smudged eyes smouldered up at him, the half moons of the model’s ass rising over the glittery spikes of his hair. His arm muscles looked cut and defined as he supported himself on them.
“Perfect,” he cried frantically. “Don’t move, look up at me, yes, yes, now lick your lips, just stick the tip of your tongue out, yes, hold that. Okay, move toward me, slowly, slowly.”
Greg’s muscles trembled as he tried to control his cock, his breathing and his weight while slowly crawling forward on the couch.
“Okay, take a break,” Nick said breathlessly, prepared to make a run for the bathroom. He couldn’t stand the pressure another minute. The predatory look on the younger man’s face had just about undone him. He turned back, startled, as he heard the younger man growl.
“Fuck! Are you done playing with me?” he asked in a breathless voice redolent of frustration and desire.
“No,” Nick said staring at him, feeling sparks arcing between them in the dark of the room. “Gimme your hot white cum.”
Greg stood up in one fluid movement and stalked slowly toward Nick, mesmerizing him with his eyes, eyes that were burning with need and hunger. Nick’s gaze dropped to the impressive erection bobbing as the model walked towards him.
“Did I hear what I thought I heard? Because I’m done playing this game.”
“I want you to fill my ass with your hot spunk,” Nick smiled brazenly.
Greg moved closer, wearing nothing but a wicked smile on his face. He put both hands on Nick’s face and kissed him insistently. Nick grabbed at him, desperate to feel skin under his hands, and let out a gasp of gratification at the hot, velvety feeling of the younger man’s skin. It felt so good just to run his hands over the smooth body, mapping every curve and angle that his eyes had been worshipping all afternoon.
He closed his eyes and let his hands do the seeing for him, losing himself in the sensuous kiss, hot, wet tongues gliding together, sucking, playing from one mouth to the other. The heat of the younger man’s skin burned into his hands, creating a sense impression that he hoped never to forget, burning the feel of that body into his brain.
He groaned and pressed himself closer, unaware that Greg was attempting to tug his t-shirt over his head, he couldn’t let that mouth go now that he had it. Hands fumbled at his belt buckle and he felt his loose trousers slide to the floor. Eager hands dove into his boxers, gripping and stroking his aching cock. He arched into the touch, moaning incoherently into Greg’s mouth.
Hands pushed him away gently and Greg’s smudged eyes looked huge when he finally opened his questioningly. “Naked,” Greg ordered, pulling at his clothing.
Nick swept them off in a frenzy and stood naked and erect in front of the model. Now it was Greg’s turn to marvel at the beauty of the older man, every muscle cut, defined, rippling with health under golden skin, speaking of a lifetime of work.
Greg rubbed himself against the older man like a cat, stretching and purring as their skin got acquainted, their cocks rubbing together gently, tips weeping with fluid.
“What did you want again?” he teasingly whispered in Nick’s ear before taking the lobe between his teeth and sucking.
“Your cum, I want you to fuck me,” Nick whimpered.
“Supplies?”
“Bathroom,” Nick pointed. “But…”
Greg turned questioningly.
“Are you clean?”
Greg’s eyes widened and he nodded.
“I am too. I want you to fuck me bareback. I want to feel your hot white cum when you come deep in my ass.”
Nick could see the skin on Greg’s chest vibrating as his heart pounded and his breath came faster, he was panting, his eyes darkened with arousal, his wet lips parted.
Slowly Greg nodded and then dashed for the lube.
He wrapped Nick in a crushing embrace, their cocks sliding together and pulled him in for another burning kiss. Wet, slick fingers slid in Nick’s cleft and he breathed harder as a finger circled his entrance. The finger slid inside and probed, brushing the bundle of nerves making sparks explode behind his eyes and his hips jerk.
Another finger and Nick felt the stretch, the slight burn that always presaged the absolute blissful pleasure of getting fucked.
“I want you,” Greg breathed softly against Nick’s skin, heat sparking in the path of the breath rippling all the way to his groin.
“I want you too. God,” Nick answered on a moan and jerked his hips again as Greg hit the spot.
Greg pulled his fingers out and led Nick to the couch, pushing him onto his knees in front of it, guiding his chest to rest on the seat. He knelt behind Nick and gripped his cock with his slick fingers. The idea of taking his new lover without a condom was tremendously exciting and he didn’t want to go off too early or hurt him. He spread a copious amount of lube over his shaft, then slid it slowly up and down Nick’s crack.
Nick moaned and pushed his ass back, begging without a word to be impaled on the younger man’s length. Finally Greg guided himself to the opening and pushed slowly until the tight muscles yielded to him. He gasped as the head was encircled by the blazing heat of the narrow passage, muscles clenching at his throbbing cock.
Nick pushed back and Greg slowly pressed forward until his length was sheathed inside. He rested for a moment, getting used to the smooth silky feeling of his lover’s ass, so different from the barrier of the condom. Then he pulled out and pushed back in, settling himself deeper, feeling amazingly connected with the other man.
“Faster, harder…” Nick demanded impatiently.
Greg took a breath and gripped Nick’s hips firmly. The sensation of fucking without a condom was so overwhelming; he hoped he’d last long enough to give Nick the ride of his life. He angled his hips until a yelp and jerk announced that he’d found the sweet spot and then set a fast pace.
“So full… fill me… Greg, I want… your cum… hot…” Nick choked out.
Nick could feel the blazing heat of his lover’s hard cock as he never had before, he felt as if his ass was on fire and he loved it. He pushed back into every thrust, his hand on his own cock. As Greg hit his pleasure spot harder with each stroke, he knew he was approaching his climax and his hand worked his weeping shaft and he came without warning, convulsing and clenching hard on Greg’s organ.
Greg felt the inner walls milking him and succumbed to the incredible, inevitable pressure. His hips jerked forward and he slammed against Nick’s ass, erupting inside him, spilling his hot seed in long thrusts, his back arched and screaming Nick’s name. He collapsed over Nick’s back, slick with sweat, thrusting weakly into the clenching opening as the aftershocks shook them both.
~*~
“Fuck!” Greg gasped.
“Can you move?” Nick asked.
“No. You?”
“No, can we just stay here for a while?”
“What made you want to fuck without a condom?”
“You’re always saying that my cum is your secret beauty routine. Not fair if I don’t get yours, can’t have you being the only beautiful one around here.”
Greg laughed, “You’re already beautiful, babe. I was thinking, how about next time I get to be the photographer and you get to be the model.”
Nick nodded and Greg reached for the wetnaps. He took Nick in his arms as they both settled, exhausted, on the couch. He ruefully looked at the bruises on his knees.
Nick noticed and bent to kiss each knee. “There, better?”
“Much,” Greg sighed. “Were you toying with me when I was on the couch before?”
“Yeah,” Nick said smugly, “I wanted to get you really hot so when I suggested no condoms you wouldn’t think too much.”
“You always get what you want,” Greg said with a soft kiss.
“I hope to,” Nick said and pulled the younger man close, hoping that forever would come true for them.
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Date: 2005-11-18 03:48 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-11-20 12:45 am (UTC)Tooooolbeeeelt.
Seeeeeex.
...You know what I mean. I love you both. XD
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Date: 2005-11-18 05:47 pm (UTC)...just...GUH.
(Which translates to roughly, "Oh. My. Gods. HOT!")
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Date: 2005-11-19 07:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-18 07:34 pm (UTC)*incoherent*
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Date: 2005-11-19 12:49 am (UTC)The camera...
Ok, coherency, breathe in breathe out.
Both parts were amazingly hot. I was lost in the image of Nick and Warrick all sweaty crawling on the floor, can't blame Greggo for becoming lusty.
The photo session, was so well described that every position and every feature on Greg's face jumped out of the screen. The long slow painful buildup there was just fucking fantastic.
Once again you pulled it off, leaving us to clean up the drool.
I just love you more now.
/A
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Date: 2005-11-19 07:22 am (UTC)Shoot, I hope we can continue to pull it off. Let me hand you a nice mop and drool bucket. Thank you again for another lovely review! :-D
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Date: 2005-11-19 10:15 am (UTC)I know how great it is when people respond well to something that you have written. This series just hits the slashy spot in me in the finest way.
Thanks for the mop, it came in handy and I am sure that I need a bigger bucket for the next part.;-)
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Date: 2005-11-30 08:05 pm (UTC)Nick in a tool belt...
I'm a hands on guy....
Greg as a model...
*loves*
And the description in this one, I could see/feel so much ... awesome!
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Date: 2005-12-15 11:21 am (UTC)