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Title: The Masquerade Series X2 - #11 "OldBoyz"
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catlover2x and fred_bear aka jennybel75Chapter: 11 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: This one, instead of being a role-play, is a jump into the future where our boys remember their games and their life together. And just a note here: This really should be the last one of the series, but it was just so perfect for Christmas, we’re posting it now. You may see it again when we’re ready to end the series.
Warning: Contains schmoopy sweetness and we wish you all a wonderful holiday!
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, nickngreg and nerdswithbadgesChapter 1- "Untouched" can be found here
Chapter 2- "RentBoyz" can be found here
Chapter 3- "FlyBoyz" can be found here
Chapter 4- "CollegeBoyz" can be found here
Chapter 5- "RomanticBoyz" can be found here
Chapter 6- "StoreBoyz" can be found here
Chapter 7- "H.W.C.Boyz" can be found here
Chapter 8- "SailorBoyz" can be found here
Chapter 9- "WetBoyz" can be found here
Chapter 10- "SlaveBoyz" can be found here
Part A: Thanksgiving
During that disastrous period in 2005 when Nick broke up with him, Greg had quit his job in Las Vegas and moved back to San Francisco. His parents lived there, he’d gone to college there so where better to lick his wounds than the city he loved?
After two years of misery, Nick’s mother Jillian had finally sat him down and laid it out for him. “Go after him and get him back,” she said. “You’ve never been as happy as you were with him.”
“How do I get him back?” Nick asked miserably.
“If you want something enough, you’ll find a way,” she’d said with her mysterious mother smile.
Nick glared at her but he knew she was right. He’d called Greg’s parents that night. As usual they told him more than they meant to. They hadn’t given him Greg’s phone number but they’d given him enough to make it easy for an experienced CSI to track him down.
It took two years of cautious wooing to win Greg back. Nick had flown to San Francisco every chance he got, he called Greg everyday, he made his life an open book, trying to rebuild the trust he’d so carelessly tossed away.
In the end, Greg had not been able to resist the blandishments of his erstwhile lover. And they had shared one halcyon autumn, where they walked hand in hand in the streets of the city without attracting attention except for the admiration bestowed on a pair of gorgeous guys. There had been some discussion about who would move, but in the end Warrick and Catherine had tipped the balance, convincing Greg to return to Las Vegas.
Now they were both retired and visiting San Francisco for Thanksgiving. Fall had always been Nick’s favourite time there. The trees changing colour and the crisp coolness in the air was so different from Texas. And he could still hold Greg’s hand as they roamed the city, visiting the spots where Nick had courted him a second time.
Nick grimaced in the mirror. He hated getting old, although he really didn’t need to; he was as handsome as ever, his tanned faced lined but youthful under his white hair. Privately he thought he got the better end of the deal, Greg was as slim, limber and beautiful as ever. Nick knew he was not entirely objective, but he felt lucky. Lucky and smart because he’d listened to his mother and fixed the mistake which had almost cost him so much.
Greg bopped into the room. “Hey, babe, you ready?”
Nick nodded, adjusting the scarf at his throat. “Does this look too… too something?”
“Too gay?” Greg leered at him in the mirror over his shoulder. “No, you look fucking gorgeous. You’re gonna blow them all away, you’ll see.”
Nick turned to kiss his lover, holding his face between wrinkled hands. “You too, babe.”
“Are you sure?” Greg turned to the mirror, tousling his hair. “I think I just look like some insane old guy with messy hair.”
“I don’t care, I like it.” Nick took him in his arms. “It reminds me of when we met and your hair was a different style every week.”
“You don’t care if people think I’m an insane old guy?”
“No, ’cause you’re my insane old guy and they’ll keep their hands off you.” Nick nuzzled Greg’s neck as they stood together in a warm embrace.
“Later, Nicky,” Greg smiled with soft promise. “Let’s not keep Belinda and Kathy waiting.”
They went downstairs together, Greg with considerably more spring in his legs than Nick, and into the living room.
“Hey, blokes, we were just wondering if you fell in,” Belinda said, her Aussie accent as strong as ever. “Or were fucking,” she added as an afterthought.
Nick blushed but Greg just laughed. “If we were, you’d have heard us,” he claimed.
“I’m looking forward to it,” Kathy laughed as Nick held his hands over his ears. “Wow, he’s still as easy to freak as ever.”
Greg nodded happily and pulled at Nick’s hands. He smiled at Belinda fondly; she had been such a good friend to him ever since he first met her in Vegas. She was still slender but the wild ringlets were grey now and swept up into a knot, where rebellious tendrils sprang forth.
Kathy had aged well too, still statuesque, her porcelain skin still beautiful, though her red hair had gone silver.
“So is this an old gay party or a new gay party,” Greg asked.
“Mixed,” Kathy said. “Our friends are very eclectic.”
“Let’s go then,” Belinda said. “We’ll walk; it’s not raining tonight, for a change.”
The four friends left the Italianate townhouse, walking the six blocks to their friend’s house.
Kathy drew ahead with Nick, chatting together about their children, while Belinda asked Greg, “Does he need that cane, or is it for looks?”
Greg snorted with laughter, “If you ask me, it’s part of the costume, but sometimes he has trouble with stairs.”
“What do you do at home?”
“Oh, we added a master cave to the first floor, Nick doesn’t go upstairs much,” Greg said. “We close it off unless the kids and grandkids are visiting. No point heating it in the winter if you’re not using it.”
“So, are you happy, sweetie?” Belinda linked her arm through Greg’s.
“Blissfully, you?”
“Rapturously.”
Thinking back to the time the four of them had met, she said softly, “Who would have thought it would turn out so well for us?”
“You did,” Greg grinned. “I spent too much time crying and moaning.”
“You never change.” Belinda turned the topic, “You still look good.”
“My hair is grey, Bel,” Greg pointed out. “You and Kathy, now–”
“Our hair is grey too, Greg,” she laughed at him. “But at least you never got a paunch, although you’re still wearing those revolting band t-shirts. Jennybel? Who the fuck is that?”
“They rocketh mightily, Belinda!” Greg cried indignantly. “You haven’t heard them?”
“Yeah, I have,” she teased. “I just like to see you go ballistic. You’re going to be rocking out ’til you die, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, if I ever have to go into a home, they better have Marilyn Manson blasting and everyone moshing in the halls,” Greg said with his charming crooked smile.
“If you find a place like that, let us know,” Belinda said. “Hey, wait up guys, we’re here.”
Engrossed in their conversation, Nick and Kathy had walked past the house and they turned back. After introductions, Nick settled in a chair while Greg, Belinda and Kathy circulated. As he watched his husband, whom he still thought of as young, Nick smiled; Greg was still so incurably enthusiastic and energetic, his great dark eyes shone with life. Nick was not surprised to see younger men gather around him, attracted by his intelligence and charm. At one time he would have been jealous and hustled over to lay claim to his partner, but now with all their years together behind them, he was gently amused that people still wanted to touch Greg. A guy who couldn’t have been older than thirty-five or so, rested his hand on Greg’s arm and another was leaning closer behind him, obviously sniffing him.
What surprised Nick more were the three younger men who came to sit with him. He didn’t realize what a picture he made, in his dark suit with a crisp white shirt contrasting with his deep tan and the bright crimson scarf at his throat, matching pocket square, and his hands resting on his polished mahogany cane.
The meal was a pot-luck buffet, ranging from traditional turkey to Ethiopian. Nick was preparing himself to get up when one of the younger men said, “Don’t get up, sir; I’d be pleased to bring you a plate.” Nick caught Greg’s gaze, which was telegraphing, ‘told you so’ from across the room.
“Well, thank you very much,” Nick said, his accent thick and twangy from being back in Texas again.
The young man (all of thirty-two) came back presently with a plate on which a little of everything was arranged. He went back and fetched Nick a glass of wine.
“Thank you, son. What do you do?” Nick asked, the old standby for starting a conversation.
The young man took a breath, “I’m a photographer. I’m glad you asked because I’ve been wanting to ask you if I could take a picture of you.”
“Of me?” Nick was startled. “Why?”
“You’re hot,” the young man said simply.
“I’m not hot, he’s hot,” Nick nodded toward Greg.
“Yeah, he is,” the young guy said, “I was going to ask him next. But you’re something else, the way you’re dressed, your cane, your hair. It’s so… courtly.”
Nick laughed, thinking back to when he wore ugly olive green pullovers and jeans, always jeans. He’d come a long way since Greg had convinced him that good taste did not scream gay to the masses.
“I would be pleased to pose for you as long as I can get a picture together with him,” Nick said with a smile.
“Well, I don’t know, I haven’t asked him yet. I can’t guarantee that I can convince him,” the young man said doubtfully.
“Don’t worry, he’ll pose, he loves a camera, always has,” Nick laughed.
“You know him?”
“Yeah, he’s mine,” Nick smiled smugly at the envious look on the younger man’s face.
“Well, damn, you are a gorgeous couple,” the photographer said. “My name’s Brice. I’m actually working on a project.”
Nick laughed quietly, how those words brought back that year that he and Greg had done a series of role-playing. He remembered Greg, so beautiful and young, naked except for heavy eye makeup, stalking him like a panther while he played photographer. And the following week, he’d been the model, with pretty much the same results. He felt his cock twitch as the memories flooded over him.
Brice handed over his card and Greg bounced over. “You’re not making a move on my man, are you?” he joked before taking the plate from Nick. He set it down on a nearby table and returned to sit in Nick’s lap.
Brice smiled. “No, I was just asking if the two of you would pose for some photos for a project I’m working on.”
Greg’s eyes met Nick’s, filled with mirth as he saw they were both remembering the same thing.
“I think that’d be great!” he said a little breathlessly. “What’s the project about?”
“I’m doing a book on older gays and lesbians,” Brice said. “I want to show my generation that all the people who came before us didn’t end up miserable and alone. I didn’t realize you two were a couple, but you look like the happiest people in the room.”
“Can you shoot us together?” Greg asked.
“That’s what I asked,” Nick laughed.
“I’d love to shoot you just as you are, sitting on his lap,” Brice said. “In fact, my studio’s upstairs, if you don’t mind coming up…?”
“Let’s go,” Nick said.
Greg got up and gave Nick a hand out of the deep chair.
“The elevator’s this way,” Brice led them to an inconspicuous door, opening it to reveal a freight elevator. “It’s for when I shoot product,” he explained.
They emerged on the second floor to see the usual white cove and lights. At the far end of the room a selection of furniture was pushed against the wall. Brice crossed the room and hoisted a leather easy chair above his head, carrying it to the cove.
“Okay, Nick, if you’ll sit in the chair, and Greg, maybe you can start out sitting on the arm,” he directed. “Just relax while I set up the lights.”
“Sorta like old times, huh?” Greg asked quietly. “Think we should try that role playing thing again, spice things up?”
“Maybe all we need to do is recreate some of those memories, they were pretty hot. Why did we ever stop?” Nick asked.
“Maybe we thought of something else to do, then the kids came, that took a lot of our time,” Greg mused. “I can think of a few of those scenes I wouldn’t mind replaying.”
“SlaveBoyz?” Nick teased.
Greg took a shuddering breath, looking at Nick with hot eyes and growled, “That would be one of them. I don’t think we milked that one dry.”
Nick grinned at his beautiful husband, knowing he was going to get lucky tonight. “I think I could be persuaded to go for that again.”
Greg leaned over and kissed the top of Nick’s white head, startled when the flash went off. He stared blindly in the photographer’s direction.
“Sorry, should have warned you, that light was right in your eyes, wasn’t it?” Brice adjusted the light. “I just couldn’t miss that moment, it was perfect. Whatever you were talking about, keep going.”
Greg put his arms around his husband and rested his head against Nick’s. Brice took a series of shots, directing them to move their arms and heads, asking for different expressions. “You’re both so natural in front of the camera; did you ever do any modeling?”
Nick and Greg looked at each other and burst into laughter, as the lights flashed again. “Not professionally, no.”
“Okay, Greg, if you don’t mind sitting in his lap?”
Greg slid off the arm of the chair into Nick’s lap and his lover’s arms came up to circle him protectively. They shared a long, secret look before turning to face the photographer.
“I want to thank you guys so much. I think this is going to be the best of the series. I might even have to put you on the cover,” Brice sighed with satisfaction. This couple had satisfied a deep yearning inside him, both for the image he wanted but they also answered questions about his own future. If he found a love like these guys shared, he would be sure to hang onto it with all his might.
Greg stood up and stretched a bit, before hauling Nick up out of the chair. “Can we see the shots?”
“Sure,” Brice said. “Let me just download them and bring them up on the screen.”
Greg wandered around, looking at the large black and white images hanging on the back wall. “Hey, Nicky, he shot Bel and Kathy!”
Nick limped over. “Wow, that’s a great shot,” he said. “They look so happy, just like in real life.”
Brice called, “Okay, guys, I’m ready.”
They went to the computer, sharing another private glance as they looked over his shoulder. He scrolled through the shots and they laughed to see themselves. Privately, Greg thought Nick looked way better, his square face had aged gracefully and his white hair just made him look younger. Greg thought he himself looked like some old insane guy, while Nick wondered why Greg was still with him. He was still so beautiful he could be with anybody.
Nick exclaimed as they came to the shot where Greg sat in his lap and they stared longingly into each other’s eyes. “You can’t use that. It’s just too… private.”
Brice sighed as he looked at it. “I’m sorry you feel that way because it’s the best shot. If I put that on a poster, it would sell out in a week. That’s what most of the guys I know are hoping for.”
Nick shook his head stubbornly, “I’m sorry, it’s just too revealing.”
Greg asked, “Can we get a disc with the shots?”
“Sure,” Brice said, “Let me just burn a CD for you. And of course, when the book comes out I’ll get you copies.”
Greg lingered to get the CD, putting it into his jacket pocket. “Don’t worry, I’ll talk Nick into letting you use that shot. I can see why you want it.”
“Thank you,” Brice said. “Even if I can’t use that one, your pictures are the money shots.”
Nick was waiting for Greg at the bottom of the stairs, pulling him into a crushing embrace when he got close enough. “Want to go home and fuck?” he whispered. He laughed as he felt Greg shiver in his arms, all these years and they were still hot for each other.
“We’ve got a key,” Greg smirked. “Let me just wave at Bel. She probably didn’t really want to hear us anyway.”
He stuck his head around the corner, catching Belinda’s eye. She smiled and nodded, turning to giggle with Kathy. Greg rolled his eyes, after all this time his sex life was still a joke to Belinda.
When they were back in their room at Belinda’s, Greg helped Nick undress. He scrambled out of his clothes and joined Nick on the bed, gasping as their naked bodies came together. Heat blossomed between them and he reached for Nick’s cock, finding it hard and ready.
“How come you don’t need Viagra?” he teased. “I thought as we got up in years…”
“I don’t need Viagra because I have you,” Nick smirked. “Use it or lose it.”
He kissed Greg gently, their tongues moving slowly from one mouth to the other, twining sensuously as excitement built between them.
His hand wandered down Greg’s back, lingering on the scars. Over the years, the colour had faded some, but he still rubbed lotion onto the stretched skin every morning. The familiar sensation of the smooth skin shading into rough edges was comforting somehow. His hand swept lower, caressing the swell of Greg’s buttocks. His ass hadn’t gone flat like most men’s. Maybe it was all the exercise taking care of the ranch or maybe it was just Greg’s magic.
He reached for the lube and entered Greg’s body with his finger, all the ease of many years together making their movements familiar and comforting. Greg threw back his head, gasping as Nick brushed over his prostate, and for a moment Nick could see again his twenty-seven year old lover as he was when they’d first made love, wild and young and beautiful.
They shared a different kind of sorcery now, seeing each other’s inner beauty with eyes that looked past wrinkled skin and white hair, the eyes of memory that recorded all the moments good and bad that made up a life shared.
Greg moaned and gasped, “Need you now, Nicky… God… fuck me…”
Nick rolled him onto his back and lined himself up, guiding his cock to Greg’s opening, thrusting inside in one smooth movement. He smiled as Greg’s legs closed around his waist, heels digging in to pull him closer. Greg could still fold himself into any position while they were making love.
They rocked together gently, long practice helping them find each other’s sensitive spots easily. But long practice hadn’t robbed them of the fire that flickered in their core. Nick thrust harder and deeper, hitting his lover’s prostate, feeling him jerk at every stroke and the desperate panting as he raised up to meet Nick’s hips.
Nick reached for Greg’s cock, stroking it firmly, relishing the strangled moans growing louder as he pounded into the willing body beneath him. His balls slapped Greg’s ass as they strained against each other. Greg cried out loudly as he came, his cum wetting Nick’s stomach and hand. Nick braced himself and drove deep into Greg’s body, coming with a series of muffled groans.
Gently he laid his head against Greg’s chest, listening to his racing heart, grateful that the years had not robbed him of the ability to satisfy his lover. Although he thought if he were lying in a casket and Greg leaned over to kiss him, he’d get a hard on, dead or not.
“God, Nick, that was amazing,” Greg whispered.
“Yeah, I think we may have to start that role playing thing again,” Nick said. He moved as his softened cock slipped out. Greg rolled out of bed to get a washcloth and cleaned them both.
“I’m game if you are,” Greg said with an impish grin.
“You’re on,” Nick said. Greg returned to the bed and Nick pulled him into his embrace. Greg snuggled closer, curling up around his lover.
“I love you so much,” Greg whispered.
“I love you, too, querido,” Nick answered before falling sleep.
Part Deux: Christmas
Nick moved around the kitchen a little stiffly. He didn’t use the cane much at home except for stairs, but he rarely went upstairs any more. One of his knees had never been the same after being shut in a box for almost twenty-four hours and his ligaments had grown tighter with age. But he could still ride and walk and take care of the horses. Greg, on the other hand, still bounced around as if he was seventeen, limber and skinny as ever.
Nick had just returned from a two-week trip back east to visit one of his sisters and he was so happy to be home again; he’d missed Greg so much. It was rare that one of them travelled without the other, but this time it just hadn’t worked out, so Greg had stayed home, preparing for Christmas.
He was out looking for a tree with Jorge, the foreman, but Nick knew he’d be back soon and he wanted coffee ready for him.
They had hired a foreman to oversee the men and the farming, but he and Greg took care of the horses and gardens. Greg had started growing his own vegetables and he loved to spend time outdoors. Nick snickered when he thought of his city boy, happy in the country. When Nick had first proposed they live on his family’s ranch, Greg hadn’t been too sure, but he’d grown to love it there. And as long as they could visit Belinda and Kathy in San Francisco, they both got just enough city to satisfy them.
They were going to decorate the tree tonight, because Saturday the kids would arrive with their kids and Greg wanted everything to be perfect. They would have a full house this year. Belinda and Kathy were coming and also Warrick and Archie. Now that Catherine had died and Warrick was a widower, he’d started spending more time with Archie. Greg had told Nick years ago that Archie had a crush on Warrick, but would never act on it while he and Catherine were dancing around each other. Finally they’d married and Archie had dated other people, but it seemed he always had a place in his heart for Warrick. Nick and Greg currently had a bet on whether Archie had ever got Warrick into bed.
The kitchen door flew open and there was Greg, struggling to drag the tree in.
“Hey, Greg, let me help,” Nick said and pulled the tree inside.
Jorge stepped behind the tree, smiling and asking “Where you want the tree set up, señor Greg?”
“Living room and it’s just Greg, no señor,” Greg responded with his quick grin. “I’ll get the stand.”
Nick and Jorge dragged the tree through the house. It was nice and fresh, so it didn’t lose too many needles, Nick was glad to see.
“Is it too tall as usual, Jorge?”
“Yep,” Jorge grinned. “Greg wants bigger and bigger every year, I brought the saw in.”
They stood the tree up, estimating that they needed to cut at least two feet off the bottom. Jorge took off the lowest branches and sawed through the trunk. Greg clattered down the stairs with the stand.
“Oh, crap, too tall again?” he asked.
“No worries, babe,” Nick said, smiling. “Jorge took care of it.”
“Cool,” Greg said. He set up the stand and Nick helped Jorge lift the tree in, while Greg knelt to secure it. He went to the kitchen and returned with water for the tree. “Okay, coffee first, decorate second.”
The three men retreated to the kitchen and poured coffee for themselves.
“Thanks for the help, Jorge, need any help with your tree?” Greg asked.
“No thanks, Greg,” Jorge said. “My son is big enough to help.”
“Well, you call if you need any help, I’ll come right over,” Greg said. Jorge grinned and waved his hand, shutting the door behind him.
“Thanks for making the coffee,” Greg said as he poured himself another cup.
Nick took his hand and they walked into the living room to look at the tree. Greg sniffed deeply. “I can’t imagine why people do fake trees, you don’t get that smell. Even though I hate cutting them.”
“We’re going to clear that area in the spring anyway, so it was inevitable,” Nick said. “Besides, we plant more than we cut.”
“Maybe someday our kids or grandkids will cut them down for Christmas,” Greg pondered.
“Yeah, and since they take after you, it’ll be too tall,” Nick teased.
“They don’t all take after me, you dork,” Greg said.
“Takes one to know one.” He wrapped his arms around the younger man, standing behind him as they stood in front of the tree. “Are you going to put the lights on today?”
“Yeah, then we have more nights to sleep under the tree,” Greg said, referring to their long standing tradition of making love in the living room lit only by the lights glistening off the glass ornaments.
“Oh my aching bones,” Nick teased.
Greg rolled his eyes, “Don’t worry, I got out the air mattresses for the grandkids anyway. Besides, you work out every day, what have you got to worry about? We’ll be comfortable.”
“Okay, hon,” Nick took a quick nibble at Greg’s neck before he released him. “Let’s get the show on the road.”
Greg went upstairs, indefatigably dragging down box after box of lights. He started winding the strings around the tree, a look of deep concentration on his face.
“Do we have to do all of these?” Nick asked in dismay.
“You know I want to be able to see your ass and I need a lot of light for that,” Greg leered at his husband.
“At least you roll them up neatly when you put them away,” Nick grumbled. He brought another strand to Greg after he tested it. He sat testing strand after strand, absently listening to Greg mumble till he honed in on what he was saying.
“…maybe chestnuts in the stuffing this year, definitely onions. Sweet potato fries? That might be good, maybe have some sauces to dip them in like chipotle sweet ketchup or maybe an herb thing. Vegetables, better have lots, none of the kids like the same kind. And dessert, riskrem* for sure, we always have that; if we do chocolate cake Belinda won’t eat it, so maybe some pie. What does she like again? Key Lime, that’s it. So we could have Key Lime pie, or–”
“Greg, what are you mumbling about?”
“Menu, Nick, gotta plan. Do you know that none of our kids or their kids like the same vegetable?”
“No, do you?”
“Yeah, and then for dessert–”
“What are we having for the main course?”
“Deep fried turkey, Nicky, and you’re making it,” Greg said smugly.
“Oh I am, am I?” Nick dropped the lights he was holding and came over, starting to tickle Greg. The younger man promptly doubled up, squealing and trying to get away, but Nick was still stronger and he held him firmly in place while tormenting him until Greg was gasping for breath, batting weakly at Nick’s hands.
“Nicky! Stop!” was all he could choke out.
Nick laid him gently on the floor and promptly straddled him, pinning his wrists on either side of his head.
“What’re you doing, Nick?”
“I’m having my way with you,” Nick murmured, leaning in for a kiss.
They kissed softly, tasting, exploring familiar territory, no less exciting for the many years they’d been kissing just this way.
“God, what you do to me,” Greg sighed and thrust up under Nick.
“I know what I’d like to do to you.”
“What?” Greg smiled up at his lover, still stronger than he after all these years.
“I want to take you right here, slave boy,” Nick said, his voice seductive and throaty.
“On one condition,” Greg said.
“Name it!”
“You let me go and get the air mattress,” Greg said a little nervously. He knew how Nick hated being reminded of his knee, but it had to be throbbing already.
“Fuck!” Nick didn’t loosen his grip. “Where’s your spontaneity? I’ve got you in my clutches now and I’m not letting you get away that easily.”
“I promise I’ll come right back and be your sex slave again, as soon as I get the mattress,” Greg insisted.
“Come on, Greg,” Nick wheedled.
“You know you’re going to want to take our grandkids on a trail ride and you’ll hate it if you’re limping around here. And the kids will worry–”
“All right, all right,” Nick hated to give up but he knew when he was licked. His sex slave wasn’t going to stop bossing and fussing until he’d fetched the air mattress. He rocked back and got to his feet slowly, lending Greg a hand up off the floor.
“Thanks, Nicky.” Greg kissed him briefly and then ran up the stairs, yelling “Time out!” Nick chuckled looking after him, someone was anxious to play SlaveBoyz today.
Nick went to lock the doors and close the drapes. He laughed as Greg raced through the living room, dropping the air mattress and speeding into the master bedroom. Nick lit a few candles and turned off the lamps. The twinkling white lights on the tree and the candles gave the room a soft warm glow.
Greg came back in, panting a bit, his arms full of pillows and a comforter.
“Preparing for winter, my little possum?” Nick asked in amusement.
“I figure once we’re down, we won’t want to get up,” Greg smirked. He pulled the air mattress onto the rug, tucking a sheet around it and arranging the pillows comfortably. He flopped down on the mattress and arranged his body in a seductive pose, blinking flirtatiously at Nick.
“Time in,” he announced.
Nick burst out laughing. “You look like the cat who swallowed the canary, G.”
Greg’s brown eyes softened. “You haven’t called me that in a while, Nicky.”
Nick lowered himself stiffly and pulled Greg close for a kiss. “I’m sorry, do you want me to?”
“Call me anything you want,” Greg started, and they finished together, “As long as you call me.” They laughed softly, an intimate, loving sound in the quiet room.
Their next kiss was soft and sensuous, their bodies moving slowly against each other. Nick watched in wonder as passion blossomed on his lover’s face, amazed that they still had such power to arouse each other.
Suddenly he growled and rolled on top of Greg, pinning his hands over his head. “Do you yield to me, princeling?” he asked, reciting verse from one of their games long since played.
“It seems I can do no other, as you have bound me in chains and my father has made a gift of me,” Greg responded promptly, with a seductively sullen look.
“Your spirit rebels, but your body is not so unwilling,” Nick purred as he thrust his hips against the solid evidence of Greg’s arousal. He pushed Greg’s wrists together and gave them a tap, an unspoken signal that he was now tied up and couldn’t move, seeing as they’d forgotten to bring any restraints out and had nothing to tie them to anyway.
He closed his eyes and nuzzled the side of Greg’s face, nipping his way down the long sensitive throat, as he unbuttoned Greg’s shirt. He pushed the shirt open and slowly kissed his way down the center of Greg’s body to his navel, dipping his tongue in briefly. He licked his way back up to take Greg’s nipple in his mouth and felt his teeth click on something cold and hard.
Nick’s eyes flew open and he pulled off, feeling Greg shaking beneath him. “Fuck! You did it!”
“Merry Christmas, Nicky,” Greg said, his eyes alight with laughter as he broke character.
“I can’t believe it,” Nick dipped down and flicked the little silver ring with his tongue. “You got your nipple pierced… for me?”
“What do you get the man who has everything?” Greg asked a little nervously. “Do you like it?”
“Fuck, yeah!” Nick exhaled and covered Greg’s nipple with his mouth, sucking and flicking the little ring until his lover was panting and moaning under him.
His hands resumed moving over Greg but he was fascinated with the ring and continued to stare at it and lick it.
“My lord, what do you plan to do with me?”
Nick suddenly came back to their game and grinned apologetically at Greg. His hands roamed lower and he removed Greg’s pants with a little help from the “bound” prince. They faltered a bit over the dialog, but it started to come back to them, with the result that they were soon both naked and rocking gently together in a long, slow, achingly beautiful joining.
As he approached his climax, Nick lowered his head, taking the little silver ring in his mouth, tugging it gently, flicking it with his tongue again. He felt Greg’s shaft thicken and his breath come faster, then with a hoarse cry, his lover came, spurting hot fluid between them, pushing Nick over the edge. He announced his pleasure in deep groan, still sucking at Greg’s nipple.
He pillowed his head on Greg’s chest, listening to the younger man’s heart slow down. He felt Greg’s hands start to move in comforting circles on his back. Nick was amazed, both at the excitement of playing out the old scene, but also that Greg still had the ability to surprise him, please him, almost like reading his mind. The old Greg magic at work. After their trip at Thanksgiving, both of them had been talking more about their role-playing and Greg must have remembered how Nick had begged him to get his nipple pierced.
Suddenly he raised his head, grinning. “So did you inspect the autoclave, see their licenses and take a sample?”
Greg laughed. “Yeah, actually I did, but piercing parlours are much better regulated now. It wasn’t too hairy.”
Nick flicked the ring with his finger. “When did you do it?”
“The day you left, I wanted a little time to heal.”
“Oh sorry, does it still hurt?”
“It’s a little tender,” Greg said. “But you were gentle, it’s okay.”
“And what did they think in the place when an older guy came in?”
Greg snorted. “Older guy, you mean old guy, Nicky, I may be younger than you but I’m still old.”
“So what’d they think?”
“They thought I was totally cool, of course,” Greg smirked, pleased with himself.
“You are, you always were,” Nick murmured, still fascinated with the ring. He traced a circle around Greg’s nipple with his finger, just rimming the aureole. “Totally cool, totally hot.”
Greg chuckled. “You are too, Nicky, you just never could see it.”
Nick groaned. “Let me get up, babe, and get a washcloth. Then we’ll sleep under the tree.”
Greg helpfully pulled his knees up, his feet flat on the mattress, giving Nick something to push off. The older man was grateful; he loved how Greg would make these helpful little gestures without making a fuss over it.
He came back with the washcloth and cleaned them both, then lowered himself onto the mattress again. He snuggled behind Greg, holding him in his arms under the comforter, warm and lazy in the dim light. “I will love you forever,” Nick said softly.
“And I’ll love you forever,” Greg said drowsily. Nick felt the younger man’s muscles relax and his breathing deepen as he fell asleep, and wondered how he’d ever gotten so lucky. When he thought of how close he’d come to losing this man from his life, he could only thank God that he hadn’t.
Stealthily he raised himself to look again at Greg’s nipple, entranced with the tiny ring gleaming in the light from the tree. He smiled. At the end of the week, their children would be here for the holidays, with their children. Their friends would arrive. They would all be together once again, home for the holidays. ‘What do you get a man who has everything?’ he thought. ‘When everything I could want is right here?’
querido beloved
A big thank you to
octoberxsong, who sent me this when I asked: Christmas dessert? I'd go with "riskrem," which is a rice-based pudding. ^^ Some people (including my own family) stuff it with an almond, and whoever gets the almost in their helping, gets like a little prize; a marzipan pig or a chocolate figure or something. Lovely!
Somebody’s Miracle by Liz Phair
I'm so far, so far away from it now
That it seems like I may never know how
People stay in love for half of their lives
It's a secret they keep between husbands and wives
Baby, There goes somebody's miracle
Walking down the street
There goes some other fairy tale
I wish it could happen to me
But I look at myself
Wonderin' if i'm just too weak
To have such faith in myself
Once upon a time I was so restless in love
When things we're fine, I changed my mind just because
Now I see how wrong and reckless i've been
Each frog has a prince just waiting inside of him
Baby, There goes somebody's miracle
Walking down the street
There goes some other fairy tale
I wish it could happen to me
But I look at myself, and I think what the hell
Maybe I'm just too naive
To have such faith in myself
You know I'm prayin' for it
But the queen, she likes to sit on her throne
Doesn't mean you two are never alone
It's just love has needs that love only knows
Watch a couple stay close, It's like the bloom of a rose
Baby, There goes somebody's miracle
Walking down the street
There goes some other fairy tale
I wish it could happen to me
There goes somebody's miracle
Walking down the street
There goes some other fairy tale...
I never cry out loud, I
I keep my tears to myself
But I woke up one day and I found my life had left me for someone else
I, I guess it must be unhappy with me
Baby, There goes somebody's miracle
Walking down the street
There goes some other fairy tale
I wish it could happen to me
But I look at myself
Wondering if i'm just too weak
To have such faith in myself
You know I'm prayin for it
You know I'm prayin for it
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Date: 2005-12-23 02:24 am (UTC)But I can't believed you used the word 'lover'. Sigh.
:)
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Date: 2005-12-23 03:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-23 03:35 am (UTC)I TRIED CALLING YOU AGAIN BUT MY CELL PHONE SUCKS.
Anyway. You know I can't stand it. But sigh, I shall have to deal.
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Date: 2005-12-23 04:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-23 05:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-24 08:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-24 04:43 pm (UTC)http://www.livejournal.com/users/wliberation/126885.html
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Date: 2005-12-25 03:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-26 03:31 am (UTC)Happy holidays, both of you!
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Date: 2005-12-27 09:33 pm (UTC)Happy holidays to you too!
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Date: 2005-12-23 02:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-24 08:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-23 04:26 am (UTC)This isn't the end, though, right? There are more hot roleplaying scenarios, right? Please? Because that would be the best Christmas gift of all, the gift that keeps on giving, as it were...
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Date: 2005-12-24 08:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-23 01:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-24 08:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-23 02:40 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-12-23 05:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-24 08:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-23 08:02 pm (UTC)Nick's intense wooing to win Greg back was absolutely heartbreaking. You did a fantastic job with this, again I might add.
Their Christmas celebration is pure hotness and I love Greg thinking over getting everybody the vegetable that they like.
/A
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Date: 2005-12-24 08:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-23 10:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-24 08:11 am (UTC)Old Guys
Date: 2005-12-23 10:42 pm (UTC)Re: Old Guys
Date: 2005-12-24 08:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-24 07:12 am (UTC)I can so picture Nick as a dashing old man. RRRRaaawr!
(brownie points for the SlaveBoyz references!!)
Hope to see more of this series soon!!!
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Date: 2005-12-24 08:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-24 06:15 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for this series. It shows that this kind of amazing love is really out there. Can't wait for further chapters!
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Date: 2006-01-08 06:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-25 01:03 pm (UTC)And if anyone wants to try Riskrem, here is the receipe:
(Inspired by the fact that we celebrated Christmas Eve yesterday, and so far I have never had a Christmas Eve without the rice cream.... That is the ONLY dessert for Christmas)
Rice Cream
(serves 4)
3/4 cup whipping cream
2 tablespoons sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
(a few drops of almond flavoring)
2 cups rice porridge
Whip cream with sugar, vanilla, and almond flavoring. Mix in the porridge. Serve with red fruit sauce on top. (We usually use a rasbarry sause)
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Date: 2005-12-27 09:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-27 11:46 pm (UTC)