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nickngregTitle: Intermission
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Nick and Greg sneak out of a movie to have a little fun.
A/N: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
quettaser because she made me an icon and I told her I'd write a fic for her and she asked for dry-humping!
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fanfic100. I think.
Intermission
“This is so much better than the movie,” Nick murmured as he pressed Greg against the blue tiled wall.
Greg swallowed, nodding, and lifted his head so his neck was exposed to Nick’s mouth.
They had abandoned the crappy action flick to make out in the thankfully empty bathroom. Nick had found himself falling asleep when Greg had leaned over, lips brushing his ear, and whispered “I’m horny.” He had winked, then quickly got up and left the theater, Nick right on his heels.
“Mmm. Be my superhero, Nick,” Greg said with a cheesy grin. Nick chuckled and kissed Greg on the lips again. Greg wrapped an arm around Nick’s back and pulled him closer, their bodies pressed tightly against each other, heat spreading from every point they touched.
Greg rolled his hips into Nick, a move he usually saved for the few times they made it to a club. The subtle shift always drove Nick crazy and this was no different as he felt his cock grow even harder, confined in his jeans. Greg’s erection was insistent as his own. Their combined arousal was getting to be too much to bear.
“We can’t finish here,” Nick panted, breaking the kiss.
“Yes we can,” Greg groaned, his hand traveling behind Nick’s back and straying towards his waistband.
Greg reached for Nick’s zipper but Nick stopped him. If anyone walked in and saw them naked they’d be thrown out for sure and probably arrested which would lead to a whole slew of problems that Nick didn’t even want to think about.
“I’m just unzipping them. Your cock’s gotta hurt by now. I know mine does,” Greg said as he reached into Nick’s pants and grabbed Nick’s cock through his boxers. The way Greg knew just how and where to touch him never ceased to amaze Nick. His eyes rolled back into his head as Greg slowly, slowly moved his palm up and down, slow enough to feel every brain and the details of the head.
“This so good. You’re so good, fucking good,” Nick gasped
When Greg moved to latch onto Nick’s leg, his wet tongue brought Nick back down to Earth and he realized that Greg’s pants were still on. He pulled them open and slipped them down just far enough so they wouldn’t fall down but Nick could still reach Greg’s cock.
Wordlessly, they communicated their desire. Greg thrust his hips forward, their cocks sliding together between two thin layers of the softest fabric, and both knew they wouldn’t last long. Their kiss had intensified past the point of desire and into full-blown lust, the heat in the room rising higher and higher. Greg moved his hips like that again and Nick shouted out loud. Greg, his hands gripping Nick’s pelvic lines just under his shirt, grinned and did it again, slowly and tantalizingly. Time seemed to slow down, and as soon as the heated steel of Greg’s shaft was no longer touching Nick’s own, he lost control and came into his boxers. The wet sensation against Greg’s cock was all it took for him to come too as he pressed himself against Nick once more.
They let their breathing slow down, Greg’s head on Nick’s shoulder as Greg slowly stroked their softening cocks. Suddenly, they heard voices come near and they quickly hurried to the urinals, grinning to themselves as three other unsuspecting men entered the bathroom.
Title: Flight of Fancy
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Nick and Greg, flying back to Vegas from Detroit. Nick's asleep. Greg makes a move.
A/N: Thanks toquettaser for the title.
Also gonna be posted tofanfic100. I think.
Flight of Fancy
I should have made a move, Greg thought as he looked at Nick’s sleeping body beside him. They had been sent to Detroit (of all places) to follow a lead on a case. Now, the case having been wrapped up, they were flying home to Vegas and Greg’s crush on Nick had gone nowhere.
Nick’s head was pressed against the closed window, his mouth slightly open as he slept deeply and peacefully. Greg’s gaze traveled down Nick’s body, as it often did, and suddenly he noticed something.
Nick was hard.
Greg shook his head. It couldn’t be! No, he must be tired and his eyes just deceiving him because there would be absolutely no reason for Nick to be hard. He looked again.
He could definitely see the outline of Nick’s cock pressed against his right leg. Damn. Not only was Nick hard, he was big.
Greg swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. Nick wasn’t the only one with an erection now.
Greg looked around the cabin. It was late – almost everybody else was asleep, and as luck would have it, there was no one in the seats across the aisle. He spotted the blanket nearby and a daring, dangerous, utterly sexy idea formed in his head. It was now or never.
He slowly pulled the blanket up, enough to cover them both. Then Greg reached over with his left hand, concealed by the blanket, and said a silent prayer because Nick was wearing sweatpants. Soft, mobile, easy-to-slip-a-hand-under-the-waistband sweatpants.
Greg touched the arc of skin between Nick’s shirt and pants. He sucked in his breath, the experience surreal. Nick didn’t stir. Greg decided to go further, creeping under the waistband. Nick was wearing generic cotton boxers, just like the ones Greg was wearing. His breath shortened, his pulse quickening as he inched closer to Nick’s erection, because Greg still didn’t believe this was happening.
He stopped at the base of Nick’s cock. He could feel the pubic hair, and Greg suddenly became painfully aware of his own needy cock. His hand resting in Nick’s lap, Greg waited to see if Nick would wake.
The sleeping Texan didn’t move.
Greg let his fingers finally, finally touch Nick’s cock. He had been fantasizing about this moment for years, but all of his dreams were nothing compared to the real thing. Nick’s cock felt rock-hard and Greg could tell it held a lot of power. He involuntarily closed his eyes for a second as he imagined how Nick’s cock would feel buried in his ass.
He remembered where he was and opened his eyes. Nick was still sound asleep in the same position he was before. Greg wrapped his hands around Nick’s boxers-covered cock and slid up to the circumcised head.
Nick woke up.
“Shit! Sorry!” Greg panicked and quickly pulled his hand away, blushing furiously.
“Don’t stop,” Nick said in a satisfied, sleep-heavy voice.
Greg stared in surprise. Nick was supposed to get pissed off; he wasn’t supposed to ask Greg to continue!
Nick was wearing a frisky grin on his face. He grabbed Greg’s hand and guided it back under the blanket and into his sweatpants, but this time, Greg found himself stroking Nick’s bare cock.
“Much better.”
Nick’s eyes fluttered closed as Greg tightened his grip. He started moving his hand again, more firmly and determined now that he knew Nick wanted it as much as he did. Nick moved his hips back and forth, pushing his cock further into Greg’s hand in time with Greg’s strokes. Greg was mesmerized by the look on Nick’s face, an expression of pure, I’ve-been-waiting-for-this-moment bliss.
Greg started twisting his wrist as he reached the head of Nick’s cock, and the new motion caused Nick to breathe heavier. He moaned softly, grunting quiet, needy curses as his orgasm approached. Greg’s hand continue to slide flawlessly over Nick’s throbbing, engorged erection.
“I’m gonna come,” Nick whispered.
As soon as he said those words, Greg lightly squeezed and Nick shot into his hand, the warm, wet liquid filling his cupped fingers. At the same time, Greg came in his own boxers, an uncomfortable wet spot quickly forming in his jeans.
Smiling wickedly, Greg pulled his hand out from under the layers of fabric and licked it clean. Nick’s eyes widened in lust.
“Mmm. It tasted just like I thought it would.”
It was Nick’s turn to be speechless.
When he could speak again, after Greg was done suggestively sucking on his fingers, Nick leaned close and grabbed Greg’s hand.
“Do you wanna come back to my place when we land?”
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Nick and Greg sneak out of a movie to have a little fun.
A/N: Written for
quettaser because she made me an icon and I told her I'd write a fic for her and she asked for dry-humping!Will be submitted to
fanfic100. I think.Intermission
“This is so much better than the movie,” Nick murmured as he pressed Greg against the blue tiled wall.
Greg swallowed, nodding, and lifted his head so his neck was exposed to Nick’s mouth.
They had abandoned the crappy action flick to make out in the thankfully empty bathroom. Nick had found himself falling asleep when Greg had leaned over, lips brushing his ear, and whispered “I’m horny.” He had winked, then quickly got up and left the theater, Nick right on his heels.
“Mmm. Be my superhero, Nick,” Greg said with a cheesy grin. Nick chuckled and kissed Greg on the lips again. Greg wrapped an arm around Nick’s back and pulled him closer, their bodies pressed tightly against each other, heat spreading from every point they touched.
Greg rolled his hips into Nick, a move he usually saved for the few times they made it to a club. The subtle shift always drove Nick crazy and this was no different as he felt his cock grow even harder, confined in his jeans. Greg’s erection was insistent as his own. Their combined arousal was getting to be too much to bear.
“We can’t finish here,” Nick panted, breaking the kiss.
“Yes we can,” Greg groaned, his hand traveling behind Nick’s back and straying towards his waistband.
Greg reached for Nick’s zipper but Nick stopped him. If anyone walked in and saw them naked they’d be thrown out for sure and probably arrested which would lead to a whole slew of problems that Nick didn’t even want to think about.
“I’m just unzipping them. Your cock’s gotta hurt by now. I know mine does,” Greg said as he reached into Nick’s pants and grabbed Nick’s cock through his boxers. The way Greg knew just how and where to touch him never ceased to amaze Nick. His eyes rolled back into his head as Greg slowly, slowly moved his palm up and down, slow enough to feel every brain and the details of the head.
“This so good. You’re so good, fucking good,” Nick gasped
When Greg moved to latch onto Nick’s leg, his wet tongue brought Nick back down to Earth and he realized that Greg’s pants were still on. He pulled them open and slipped them down just far enough so they wouldn’t fall down but Nick could still reach Greg’s cock.
Wordlessly, they communicated their desire. Greg thrust his hips forward, their cocks sliding together between two thin layers of the softest fabric, and both knew they wouldn’t last long. Their kiss had intensified past the point of desire and into full-blown lust, the heat in the room rising higher and higher. Greg moved his hips like that again and Nick shouted out loud. Greg, his hands gripping Nick’s pelvic lines just under his shirt, grinned and did it again, slowly and tantalizingly. Time seemed to slow down, and as soon as the heated steel of Greg’s shaft was no longer touching Nick’s own, he lost control and came into his boxers. The wet sensation against Greg’s cock was all it took for him to come too as he pressed himself against Nick once more.
They let their breathing slow down, Greg’s head on Nick’s shoulder as Greg slowly stroked their softening cocks. Suddenly, they heard voices come near and they quickly hurried to the urinals, grinning to themselves as three other unsuspecting men entered the bathroom.
Title: Flight of Fancy
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Nick and Greg, flying back to Vegas from Detroit. Nick's asleep. Greg makes a move.
A/N: Thanks to
quettaser for the title.Also gonna be posted to
fanfic100. I think.Flight of Fancy
I should have made a move, Greg thought as he looked at Nick’s sleeping body beside him. They had been sent to Detroit (of all places) to follow a lead on a case. Now, the case having been wrapped up, they were flying home to Vegas and Greg’s crush on Nick had gone nowhere.
Nick’s head was pressed against the closed window, his mouth slightly open as he slept deeply and peacefully. Greg’s gaze traveled down Nick’s body, as it often did, and suddenly he noticed something.
Nick was hard.
Greg shook his head. It couldn’t be! No, he must be tired and his eyes just deceiving him because there would be absolutely no reason for Nick to be hard. He looked again.
He could definitely see the outline of Nick’s cock pressed against his right leg. Damn. Not only was Nick hard, he was big.
Greg swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. Nick wasn’t the only one with an erection now.
Greg looked around the cabin. It was late – almost everybody else was asleep, and as luck would have it, there was no one in the seats across the aisle. He spotted the blanket nearby and a daring, dangerous, utterly sexy idea formed in his head. It was now or never.
He slowly pulled the blanket up, enough to cover them both. Then Greg reached over with his left hand, concealed by the blanket, and said a silent prayer because Nick was wearing sweatpants. Soft, mobile, easy-to-slip-a-hand-under-the-waistband sweatpants.
Greg touched the arc of skin between Nick’s shirt and pants. He sucked in his breath, the experience surreal. Nick didn’t stir. Greg decided to go further, creeping under the waistband. Nick was wearing generic cotton boxers, just like the ones Greg was wearing. His breath shortened, his pulse quickening as he inched closer to Nick’s erection, because Greg still didn’t believe this was happening.
He stopped at the base of Nick’s cock. He could feel the pubic hair, and Greg suddenly became painfully aware of his own needy cock. His hand resting in Nick’s lap, Greg waited to see if Nick would wake.
The sleeping Texan didn’t move.
Greg let his fingers finally, finally touch Nick’s cock. He had been fantasizing about this moment for years, but all of his dreams were nothing compared to the real thing. Nick’s cock felt rock-hard and Greg could tell it held a lot of power. He involuntarily closed his eyes for a second as he imagined how Nick’s cock would feel buried in his ass.
He remembered where he was and opened his eyes. Nick was still sound asleep in the same position he was before. Greg wrapped his hands around Nick’s boxers-covered cock and slid up to the circumcised head.
Nick woke up.
“Shit! Sorry!” Greg panicked and quickly pulled his hand away, blushing furiously.
“Don’t stop,” Nick said in a satisfied, sleep-heavy voice.
Greg stared in surprise. Nick was supposed to get pissed off; he wasn’t supposed to ask Greg to continue!
Nick was wearing a frisky grin on his face. He grabbed Greg’s hand and guided it back under the blanket and into his sweatpants, but this time, Greg found himself stroking Nick’s bare cock.
“Much better.”
Nick’s eyes fluttered closed as Greg tightened his grip. He started moving his hand again, more firmly and determined now that he knew Nick wanted it as much as he did. Nick moved his hips back and forth, pushing his cock further into Greg’s hand in time with Greg’s strokes. Greg was mesmerized by the look on Nick’s face, an expression of pure, I’ve-been-waiting-for-this-moment bliss.
Greg started twisting his wrist as he reached the head of Nick’s cock, and the new motion caused Nick to breathe heavier. He moaned softly, grunting quiet, needy curses as his orgasm approached. Greg’s hand continue to slide flawlessly over Nick’s throbbing, engorged erection.
“I’m gonna come,” Nick whispered.
As soon as he said those words, Greg lightly squeezed and Nick shot into his hand, the warm, wet liquid filling his cupped fingers. At the same time, Greg came in his own boxers, an uncomfortable wet spot quickly forming in his jeans.
Smiling wickedly, Greg pulled his hand out from under the layers of fabric and licked it clean. Nick’s eyes widened in lust.
“Mmm. It tasted just like I thought it would.”
It was Nick’s turn to be speechless.
When he could speak again, after Greg was done suggestively sucking on his fingers, Nick leaned close and grabbed Greg’s hand.
“Do you wanna come back to my place when we land?”
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Date: 2005-12-29 05:42 am (UTC)Now I'm all set for work.
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Date: 2005-12-29 09:31 am (UTC)Such. Hot. Fics. *panting*
WOW! I gotta say, I loved 'Flight of Fancy' especially - it would be so easy to do on a plane...nice and dark...those blankets covering a *ahem* multitude of sins...I'll never look at airplane blankets the same way again!
Cheers!
xo PT
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