Wolverine Blues
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nickngregWell, I guess it's time for chapters eight and nine :)
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Credit -geekwriter143 (For Mrs. Palmbach)
Rating: NC17
Genre: romance, drama
Pairings: Nick/Greg
Warnings: Violence and/or graphic sexual content
Cross-story: X Men/CSI
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters (although owning Nick and Greg would be nice *s* p.s. - I‘m sorry, I can’t shave Nick‘s head - I know it’s season five, but…)
x-posted to nickngreg
(Eight - The Lot)
Greg leaned on his car, waiting for Nick to come out of the lab. He still couldn’t get over how hot it was at six in the morning, as he squinted in the early-morning sun. His heart damn-near stopped when Nick emerged from the building. His thick black hair was still wet and he had changed into a close-fitting t-shirt and jeans. He walked over to Greg, flashed him that patented Nick Stokes smile, and leaned against Greg’s car beside him.
“Ready for the best breakfast of your life, Nick?”
“You bet.” Before he could stop himself, Greg leaned over and put his mouth on Nick’s. He tasted minty, like he had just brushed his teeth. Nick made him feel like had a fever, all hot and shivery.
“Aren’t you afraid that someone’s going to see us?” Nick asked when the kiss broke off.
“No.”
“I just don’t want anyone to see us because of that no-dating-in-the-workplace rule,” Nick said.
“When did we start dating?” Greg grinned. Nick flushed.
“Well. Uh. I just don’t want you to get in trouble.”
“Suuure. Come on, follow me to my place.”
(Nine - Greg’s House)
Greg unlocked his door and motioned for Nick to come in. Nick looked around as Greg opened the curtains and checked on his fish. His place was tidy and comfortable looking, not what Nick would have expected from the younger man. He turned at the voice behind him.
“Hello there, young man.” Peering through the screen door was the epitome of “grandma”. Permed white hair, blue eyes and a dear smile, this had to be the neighbour that Greg had mentioned. “I’m Mrs. Palmbach. I was just wondering if Gregory was home.”
“Morning, ma’am.” Nick opened the door and let her in. “Greg’s just gone to check on his fish.”
“I knew it. He didn’t call last night, so I came and fed them anyway. Have you seen his aquarium? He’s got the most beautiful Golden Butterflies. He has to keep that room so warm so those fish won’t die…”
“Hi, Mrs. Palmbach,” Greg said, coming out of the back room. “Thanks for feeding my fish. What are you doing here so early?” She held out a basket.
“I brought you some tomatoes from my garden. If you weren’t home, I would have just let myself in and left them in the fridge for you. Is this your new boyfriend?”
“Yes.” Greg.
“No.” Nick. They looked at each other.
“Yes.” Nick.
“No.” Greg. They both burst out laughing. Mrs. Palmbach smiled at them.
“Well, you boys enjoy your breakfast. I have to go walk Schmoopie.” Schmoopie? Nick thought. Mrs. Palmbach waved at them and left.
“Who’s Schmoopie?” Nick asked.
“Her pomeranian,” Greg answered, and grimaced. “I love Mrs. Palmbach dearly, but her dog drives me crazy. Any dog that can fit in a woman’s purse…” Nick laughed. “I’m glad that we’re alone. How about them pancakes?” Greg stepped into the kitchen and got pancake mix out of the cupboard.
“Mix? You’re making my breakfast out of mix?” Greg grinned at Nick, and Nick forgot about his rumbling stomach. Joining Greg in the kitchen, he put his hands on the younger man’s slim hips and kissed him. Greg crossed his arms behind Nick’s head and slid his tongue into Nick’s mouth. He pulled away for just a moment.
“I’ve got fresh maple syrup, too.”
“I don’t feel like eating anymore.” Greg smiled lopsidedly.
“Shall I give you the grand tour?” He slipped out of Nick’s arms and took him by the elbow. “Kitchen. Ta-da! You’ve seen the living room. How about the bedroom?” He led Nick towards the back of the house and opened a door. “And this is it.”
Nick pushed him into the room and kicked the door shut behind them. “Show me the bed.” Greg laughed and guided him over to a bed that looked far too big for just one person. Nick leaned in again and kissed him. Barely breaking the kiss, he started to unbutton Greg’s fly.
“Mm, I like a man who goes after what he wants,” Greg murmured. He didn’t think it was possible, but it seemed like Nick’s eyes had gotten even darker, almost black with passion. How had this happened so fast? Yesterday, Nick had only been someone he worked with, it was almost unreal that this was happening now. How hot it was, how right. Greg stepped backwards out of his pants and boxer-briefs, and landed on his back on the bed. He stripped Nick’s shirt off and admired the beautiful body underneath. Just how I thought it would look, Greg thought. But better. Nick kneeled between Greg’s long legs.
“Do you have condoms?” He breathed. Greg nodded and unzipped Nick’s swollen fly. He could barely wait to see the rest of Nick. Inching his pants down with one hand and grasping Nick’s cock with the other, a smile crossed his face that made Nick want to skip the foreplay and get right into it.
“Oh, God,” Greg sighed. “This is totally surreal.” Nick chuckled and his head dipped down and started kissing Greg’s throat. His tongue started a hot liquid trail that began under Greg’s right ear and stopped at his collarbone.
“Take your shirt off.” A deep, purred command, and Greg more than happily complied. “Is this what you want?” He put his hand over Greg’s and started moving it up and down, and groaned low in his throat. Greg nodded, speechless for the first time in his life. Nick’s other hand took hold of Greg’s swollen penis and caressed it. It was smooth and rock-hard, and throbbed slightly. “What do you want me to do to you?”
“Just take me, any way you want.” The hand that covered Greg’s on his own cock slid down and cupped Greg’s testicles, rolling them around gently. The younger man moaned and Nick’s cock twitched in his hand. Slow, slow, Nick thought. He wanted to take his time and please Greg, instead of just fucking him without thinking. His hand left Greg’s testicles and slid down between his buttocks, rubbing the tight ring of muscle there. Greg arched against him and gasped, squeezing Nick’s dick.
“Condoms, condoms,” Nick panted. “Where the hell are they?”
“First drawer, bedside table,” Greg breathed. “Lube, too. Hurry.” Nick found the condoms just fine and rolled one down on himself, tossing the wrapper onto the floor. Greg poured some lube into his hand and slid it up and down and Nick murmured something incoherent. He pushed Greg’s legs up and rubbed the head of his cock against his ass. “More, more,” Greg moaned. “God, Nick. More.” Nick’s hips moved forward and Greg made a noise that was halfway between a laugh and a gasp. “All of it, yes, yes…” His head fell back and Nick’s tongue darted out, tasting the sweat at the base of that long throat.
“So good, Greggo.” Nick stroked in and out of Greg, keeping the pace slow for both of them. He reached down in between them and grasped Greg’s cock again, keeping in time with his own movements. Greg groaned and arched against him, and Nick knew he was close. His thighs shook and his breath was coming in ragged gasps. Had it been any better with anyone else? Nick didn’t think so. No, he knew it had never been better. With a grunt that sounded like Nick‘s name, Greg came, and his ass contracted around Nick’s cock. Nick couldn’t stand it and grasped Greg’s hips, banging himself in and out. His own orgasm started in his spine and surged out of him in what felt like a white-hot ejection of fire. He collapsed on Greg’s chest and let out a deep sigh.
“Whoa.” Greg’s voice was soft. Nick pulled himself out and lay beside Greg, an arm draped around his waist. After letting their breathing slow down, Nick walked naked to the bathroom, where he tossed the condom in the toilet and turned on the shower.
“Gonna join me?” He asked, one side of his mouth turned up in a smile. Greg didn’t need to be asked twice.
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geekwriter143 (For Mrs. Palmbach)Rating: NC17
Genre: romance, drama
Pairings: Nick/Greg
Warnings: Violence and/or graphic sexual content
Cross-story: X Men/CSI
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters (although owning Nick and Greg would be nice *s* p.s. - I‘m sorry, I can’t shave Nick‘s head - I know it’s season five, but…)
x-posted to nickngreg
(Eight - The Lot)
Greg leaned on his car, waiting for Nick to come out of the lab. He still couldn’t get over how hot it was at six in the morning, as he squinted in the early-morning sun. His heart damn-near stopped when Nick emerged from the building. His thick black hair was still wet and he had changed into a close-fitting t-shirt and jeans. He walked over to Greg, flashed him that patented Nick Stokes smile, and leaned against Greg’s car beside him.
“Ready for the best breakfast of your life, Nick?”
“You bet.” Before he could stop himself, Greg leaned over and put his mouth on Nick’s. He tasted minty, like he had just brushed his teeth. Nick made him feel like had a fever, all hot and shivery.
“Aren’t you afraid that someone’s going to see us?” Nick asked when the kiss broke off.
“No.”
“I just don’t want anyone to see us because of that no-dating-in-the-workplace rule,” Nick said.
“When did we start dating?” Greg grinned. Nick flushed.
“Well. Uh. I just don’t want you to get in trouble.”
“Suuure. Come on, follow me to my place.”
(Nine - Greg’s House)
Greg unlocked his door and motioned for Nick to come in. Nick looked around as Greg opened the curtains and checked on his fish. His place was tidy and comfortable looking, not what Nick would have expected from the younger man. He turned at the voice behind him.
“Hello there, young man.” Peering through the screen door was the epitome of “grandma”. Permed white hair, blue eyes and a dear smile, this had to be the neighbour that Greg had mentioned. “I’m Mrs. Palmbach. I was just wondering if Gregory was home.”
“Morning, ma’am.” Nick opened the door and let her in. “Greg’s just gone to check on his fish.”
“I knew it. He didn’t call last night, so I came and fed them anyway. Have you seen his aquarium? He’s got the most beautiful Golden Butterflies. He has to keep that room so warm so those fish won’t die…”
“Hi, Mrs. Palmbach,” Greg said, coming out of the back room. “Thanks for feeding my fish. What are you doing here so early?” She held out a basket.
“I brought you some tomatoes from my garden. If you weren’t home, I would have just let myself in and left them in the fridge for you. Is this your new boyfriend?”
“Yes.” Greg.
“No.” Nick. They looked at each other.
“Yes.” Nick.
“No.” Greg. They both burst out laughing. Mrs. Palmbach smiled at them.
“Well, you boys enjoy your breakfast. I have to go walk Schmoopie.” Schmoopie? Nick thought. Mrs. Palmbach waved at them and left.
“Who’s Schmoopie?” Nick asked.
“Her pomeranian,” Greg answered, and grimaced. “I love Mrs. Palmbach dearly, but her dog drives me crazy. Any dog that can fit in a woman’s purse…” Nick laughed. “I’m glad that we’re alone. How about them pancakes?” Greg stepped into the kitchen and got pancake mix out of the cupboard.
“Mix? You’re making my breakfast out of mix?” Greg grinned at Nick, and Nick forgot about his rumbling stomach. Joining Greg in the kitchen, he put his hands on the younger man’s slim hips and kissed him. Greg crossed his arms behind Nick’s head and slid his tongue into Nick’s mouth. He pulled away for just a moment.
“I’ve got fresh maple syrup, too.”
“I don’t feel like eating anymore.” Greg smiled lopsidedly.
“Shall I give you the grand tour?” He slipped out of Nick’s arms and took him by the elbow. “Kitchen. Ta-da! You’ve seen the living room. How about the bedroom?” He led Nick towards the back of the house and opened a door. “And this is it.”
Nick pushed him into the room and kicked the door shut behind them. “Show me the bed.” Greg laughed and guided him over to a bed that looked far too big for just one person. Nick leaned in again and kissed him. Barely breaking the kiss, he started to unbutton Greg’s fly.
“Mm, I like a man who goes after what he wants,” Greg murmured. He didn’t think it was possible, but it seemed like Nick’s eyes had gotten even darker, almost black with passion. How had this happened so fast? Yesterday, Nick had only been someone he worked with, it was almost unreal that this was happening now. How hot it was, how right. Greg stepped backwards out of his pants and boxer-briefs, and landed on his back on the bed. He stripped Nick’s shirt off and admired the beautiful body underneath. Just how I thought it would look, Greg thought. But better. Nick kneeled between Greg’s long legs.
“Do you have condoms?” He breathed. Greg nodded and unzipped Nick’s swollen fly. He could barely wait to see the rest of Nick. Inching his pants down with one hand and grasping Nick’s cock with the other, a smile crossed his face that made Nick want to skip the foreplay and get right into it.
“Oh, God,” Greg sighed. “This is totally surreal.” Nick chuckled and his head dipped down and started kissing Greg’s throat. His tongue started a hot liquid trail that began under Greg’s right ear and stopped at his collarbone.
“Take your shirt off.” A deep, purred command, and Greg more than happily complied. “Is this what you want?” He put his hand over Greg’s and started moving it up and down, and groaned low in his throat. Greg nodded, speechless for the first time in his life. Nick’s other hand took hold of Greg’s swollen penis and caressed it. It was smooth and rock-hard, and throbbed slightly. “What do you want me to do to you?”
“Just take me, any way you want.” The hand that covered Greg’s on his own cock slid down and cupped Greg’s testicles, rolling them around gently. The younger man moaned and Nick’s cock twitched in his hand. Slow, slow, Nick thought. He wanted to take his time and please Greg, instead of just fucking him without thinking. His hand left Greg’s testicles and slid down between his buttocks, rubbing the tight ring of muscle there. Greg arched against him and gasped, squeezing Nick’s dick.
“Condoms, condoms,” Nick panted. “Where the hell are they?”
“First drawer, bedside table,” Greg breathed. “Lube, too. Hurry.” Nick found the condoms just fine and rolled one down on himself, tossing the wrapper onto the floor. Greg poured some lube into his hand and slid it up and down and Nick murmured something incoherent. He pushed Greg’s legs up and rubbed the head of his cock against his ass. “More, more,” Greg moaned. “God, Nick. More.” Nick’s hips moved forward and Greg made a noise that was halfway between a laugh and a gasp. “All of it, yes, yes…” His head fell back and Nick’s tongue darted out, tasting the sweat at the base of that long throat.
“So good, Greggo.” Nick stroked in and out of Greg, keeping the pace slow for both of them. He reached down in between them and grasped Greg’s cock again, keeping in time with his own movements. Greg groaned and arched against him, and Nick knew he was close. His thighs shook and his breath was coming in ragged gasps. Had it been any better with anyone else? Nick didn’t think so. No, he knew it had never been better. With a grunt that sounded like Nick‘s name, Greg came, and his ass contracted around Nick’s cock. Nick couldn’t stand it and grasped Greg’s hips, banging himself in and out. His own orgasm started in his spine and surged out of him in what felt like a white-hot ejection of fire. He collapsed on Greg’s chest and let out a deep sigh.
“Whoa.” Greg’s voice was soft. Nick pulled himself out and lay beside Greg, an arm draped around his waist. After letting their breathing slow down, Nick walked naked to the bathroom, where he tossed the condom in the toilet and turned on the shower.
“Gonna join me?” He asked, one side of his mouth turned up in a smile. Greg didn’t need to be asked twice.
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Date: 2004-12-20 10:59 pm (UTC)good job:)
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Date: 2004-12-21 07:44 am (UTC)Where can I find the others or am I completely retarded now??? *very lost*
And as a side note:
Love the chapter :D
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