Moment of Truth, The Sequel
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nickngreghere's Part 13: 1.0 "A Lonely Road"
rating: PG13
synopsis: It's not easy being green.
and then Part 13: 2.0 "Tricky Nick"
rating: NC17
synopsis: Everyone has a dark side: even Nick Stokes.
WARNING: Nick fans may not like this chapter! Wait....I'M a Nick fan!!
Greg stared at the knives on the kitchen counter for a long time. He even pulled one of them out of the wooden block, sat down on the floor and looked at it. He turned it over and over in his hands, studying its every detail: the gentle curve of the handle, the delicate sheen of the blade, the unforgiving edge of sharpened steel. He knew he'd screwed up royally, but it was nothing new - he always did. He was a fuckup, just like his father had told him his whole life. And now Nick had said it too.
Nick. How had he put it? "You're pathetic." And he was right. Greg took the knife and stuck the point against the scarred skin of his inner arm. He didn't press too hard - just enough to shock his mind back into consciousness. He was pathetic. He couldn't even express himself properly. What was he thinking? To just blurt it out like that! If he'd explained properly, if he'd sat Nick down and talked to him - but he was no good at expressing his true meaning and Nick never gave him a chance.
Greg ran the blade along his lower lip. It was cold and hard and cruel, just like life. He took the blade back to his arm and traced a name lightly on the surface of his skin. Then he turned his arm over and traced out Nick's name. Why was it so hard to explain? He'd tried, over and over and sometimes Nick seemed like he understood, but Greg knew he really didn't. He couldn't. Only another like himself could understand.
Greg screwed his eyes shut and swallowed a sob. The knife clattered to the floor and he ran his hand over his face. He wouldn't draw blood, although it was so tempting. He'd promised Nick - even though Nick would probably never believe a word he said ever again - a promise was a promise. The therapy was helping, too: he was beginning to see through the thick cloud that he'd been living under for so many years. And Nick.... Nick was his rock, his safe place. Nick was the light. But he'd fucked it up again just like he did with every person who had ever meant anything to him in his sorry-ass life. It was a long, lonely road back from utter despair and Greg just couldn't do it by himself. Even Nick wasn't enough. Nick was tough and grounded and forthright and decent and didn't need validation or comfort or reassurance from anyone. Nick was the hero of the story.
Greg sniffed and wiped his face with the back of his hand, then jumped a mile as the apartment door slammed open.
"Greg! Greg? Greg!"
Nick ran headlong into the kitchen and practically slid on his knees into Greg, who was still sitting on the floor. Nick threw his arms around him and held him tight. Greg let out a shuddering sob and clutched Nick's shoulders.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have left you alone..." Nick had already seen the knife on the floor. He closed his eyes and rocked Greg in his arms. Greg clung to him, his eyes shut tight. "It's okay, baby.... I didn't listen, I'm sorry. Just tell me. Tell me everything. Who is he? I won't get angry again, I promise. Please, Greg, just tell me the truth."
Greg swallowed hard, and pulled away to look Nick in the eyes. The world of pain he found there took him by surprise. I never meant to hurt you so bad. I'm so sorry.
"He's not a he." Greg murmured, his voice still shaky from crying.
"What?" Nick looked confused.
"She's a she. A girl, Nick. You remember girls, right?"
Nick rolled his eyes. How can I ever stay angry with you?
"You remember Rachel?" Greg wiped his face on his sleeve.
"Rachel... yes, of course. Wait... Rachel?!"
Greg nodded silently, waiting for the penny to drop in Nick's mind.
Rachel ! Of course he remembered. How could he ever forget.
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Nick had always known, of course, that Greg was bi. He'd had girlfriends before the start of his relationship with Nick and he'd never tried to pretend that he was gay. It was something that intrigued Nick more than he liked to let on.
Everyone has a dark side, and Nick Stokes was no exception: his number one fantasy was to watch Greg with a girl. He'd tried a couple of times to turn this secret fetish of his into reality, but had struck out. Hardly surprising really - although there were no shortage of willing girls in Vegas, most weren't exactly turned on by the thought of a one-night-stand with a bi guy and his gay lover. But as with most fantasies, the more Nick thought about it, the more he was determined to make it happen.
One night, it must have been about three months ago, they decided to try a new club. It was off the strip, a little quieter, and attached to a trendy boutique hotel. Greg had discovered they had a live music night for local indie bands, and so he was all over it like a dayglo shirt. Nick wasn't particularly into bands with names like "Dirt Factory" and "Crackhead Theory" but Greg wanted to go, so he decided to give it a whirl.
The place was called "Cash" and it was really just an old bank, that had been converted into a nightclub. The high vaulted ceilings made for awesome acoustics and Greg rambled on for half an hour about the state of the art digital sound system and high-definition video screens. Nick tuned him out as he got the drinks in: a couple of Coronas to start, and Tequila for the rest of the night. They weren't big drinkers normally, but Nick was stressed and horny and he wanted to get Greg in the mood early. He chugged his beer in five seconds flat and ordered another.
"Steady on, cowboy," said Greg, laughing. "I don't wanna have to pour you into a cab again."
Nick pouted. "And when did you become my mother?"
They poked each other playfully, and chose a spot to set their drinks down and watch the band.
As the evening wore on the club grew more crowded, the dim lighting and steady throb of the music worked its magic. Everyone was in a party mood, and Nick began to feel a little giddy. He wasn't shy about showing affection to Greg in places like this - it was dark and anonymous enough, and the alcohol took the edge off his habitual safeguards. He nuzzled Greg's hair and whispered in his ear.
"You okay, G?" Greg nodded and smiled lazily. Nick could see that he was plenty tipsy enough. Nick had been watching Greg's eyes straying to a girl who was sitting at the bar. He kissed Greg's earlobe.
"You like her, baby?" he murmured.
Greg sighed and nodded. "Yeah."
That was enough for Nick. "I'll be right back - don't go anywhere." Greg swayed slightly on his stool as Nick made his way towards the bar.
"Hey."
"Hey yourself." The girl didn't even look at Nick, but twirled the straw in her drink.
"My friend over there likes you." Even Nick had to admit it was a lame line. But it was the truth.
"Does he now?” said the girl. She looked directly at Nick and he couldn’t help but stare. She had the most incredible eyes - amber, like tiger’s eyes, with an dark outer rim, as though someone had drawn an outline with charcoal around her iris. Impossibly long black eyelashes completed the startling effect. She was petite, with long dark brown hair in a braid which hung down almost to her waist, and even Nick had to admit she was beautiful.
“Um....” began Nick, a little lost for words. “Yeah. His name is Greg. What’s yours?”
“Rachel. Pleased to meet you....??” The question in her voice reminded Nick of his manners.
“Oh, yeah, um, Nick. Sorry. So um...”
Rachel smiled. She had a mischievous, mildly-amused smile that reminded Nick of Greg. “So um...” she imitated Nick, “let me guess. You want to get him laid, so you came over here to see if i was up for it.”
Nick stared. Rachel smirked at him.
“Well....yeah, if you put it like that...” Nick was slightly taken aback by Rachel’s directness.
“Well, it depends on a couple of things...” she continued. “First, is he cute?”
Nick grinned. “That’s easy - yes, he’s very cute.”
Rachel smiled back. “Good. So the second thing is, do I get to stick around while you two get it on?”
Nick gaped. “How.... how did you know we... I mean...”
“How did I know he was your boyfriend? Ah, that’s a trade secret.” Rachel took a swig of her drink. “I’ve learned to figure things out for myself because no-one else is going to do it for me.”
Nick was stunned, but excited. She was going to be the one to make his fantasy come true. But he had to be sure she wasn’t just kidding around.
“So.... you’re up for it? I mean.... to party with us? I mean not me, but.... Greg and.... stuff?” Nick was practically at a loss. Rachel had the upper hand and she knew it.
“Yeah, for sure. As long as...” she trailed off and looked down into her drink.
“As long as....??” Nick asked.
“As long as it’s not going to be just another pity fuck.”
“What?!” Nick was confused. How could she think that? She was beautiful. Nick wasn’t into girls, but he could at least see that much.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t notice this,” Rachel said.
Nick’s eyes followed her hand as she pulled out the white stick from under the counter. He swallowed hard.
“You’re blind?” he said, stupidly.
“Yeah, genius,” Rachel said with an ironic laugh. “Like i said, I’m used to being the pity fuck. But I’d rather have something a little more.... genuine this time.” She made a face. “But trust me.... when you go back and tell your friend over there about this, he’s not going to want to know.”
Nick put his hand on Rachel’s. He could have sworn she was looking at him straight in the eyes, but now - he wasn’t sure. He saw his plans for the night going down the drain. But then, he had a brainwave. “Why does he have to know?” he said.
“Well...” Rachel hesitated.
“He doesn’t have to know, does he? I mean... you can leave the stick here. You can hold my arm. The room will be dark, who’s going to be any the wiser? And if you need help, I’ll be there. I am actually a nice guy, you know.”
Rachel grinned to herself. “Is he really cute?” She glanced at Nick from under her lashes. Nick found it hard to believe that she couldn’t see him.
“Yeah, he’s gorgeous. And he loves girls.” Nick smiled.
“Well then...yeah, okay. Blind chicks need to get laid as much as the next person, you know.”
Nick had never met a woman like Rachel before. She was forthright and fearless, and had none of the false, prissy affectations that most Vegas girls displayed. He liked her a lot, and he was sure that Greg would too.
Nick took Rachel by the hand and led her over to where Greg was still sitting. His eyes were slightly glazed, but he perked up as soon as he saw Nick.
“Hey buddy, how you holding up? This is Rachel, she thinks you’re cute.”
A while later, when Rachel was nestled in Greg’s arms on the dance floor, Nick got an odd feeling, but shrugged it off. He knocked back a shot of Tequila and toasted his own cleverness.
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The hotel room was warm and dark. Nick closed the curtains and locked the door, and settled back on the bed with a fresh beer. He had butterflies in his stomach almost as bad as the first time he’d invited Greg to his place. A fantasy he’d nursed and wanted in the worst way was about to come true, and he was so horny he could have drilled a hole in the floor. But patience was one of his virtues and he would wait his turn.
Greg smiled down at Rachel, who was 5’3” in comparison to his six foot height. Nick watched as she reached her hand up to Greg’s face and gently stroked his cheek, tracing with her fingertips the line of his jaw, his chin, then up over his lips, his nose, his forehead, his eyelids. Greg giggled as she stroked his ears and down the side of his neck. She smiled up at him as her fingertips read his face. He sighed and closed his eyes as she reached up and ran her fingers through his hair.
“You’re beautiful, Greg,” she breathed.
“So are you,” Greg murmured. Nick’s stomach did a little flip, and he took a gulp of beer.
Nick moved to give them room as Greg laid Rachel down on the bed. Greg seemed to look at her for a long time, just touching her face as she had done his, and taking his time undoing the long braid of her hair. Nick was fascinated. When he and Greg were together, he was the dominant one, and he loved Greg just like this - tenderly, passionately. It was truly amazing to see Greg take the dominant role. Rachel for her part was no slouch, however - when Greg kissed her, she kissed him right back hungrily, and wasted no time in unbuttoning his shirt and running her hands over his skin. Nick saw her fingers pause as she felt the rough patches of skin from the lab explosion, and then when she reached his lower back, the scars from his father’s belt so many years ago. Nick remembered the first time he had felt those scars, and swallowed hard.
Greg buried his face in the dark cascades of her hair, and breathed in her scent. “God, you smell so good,” he murmured. He looked up at Nick and smiled dreamily.
“Do you like her, baby?” Nick murmured under his breath. Look what i did for you.
“Yeah,” Greg breathed, in between kissing Rachel’s throat and wrapping his arms around her waist. She arched her back under his touch and let out a soft cry. “She’s beautiful, Nick....”
Thank you. Nick filled in the missing words. He was getting hard and he undid his pants and stroked himself as he watched Greg and Rachel undress each other. Greg was already hard and he gasped as Rachel stroked him, closing her eyes and taking his length down into her mouth, cupping his balls in her hand and squeezing gently as she sucked his shaft deep and hard.
“Oh, God, Rachel !” Greg cried out, clutching at the bedsheets.
Nick closed his eyes as he stroked his own cock. “God, Greg.... God, it’s you baby...it’s all for you... I wanted this for you.... God, I love you Greg...” Nick murmured to himself over and over as he stroked himself harder. He opened his eyes to see Greg pull Rachel up and slowly, slowly she lowered herself onto Greg’s hard cock. Greg cried out as he filled her.
“God, oh God... yes, oh God you’re so.... oh, God Rachel !”
She cried out as she took him inside her, and started to move up and down, crying out each time he filled her again, and as her orgasm drew closer she closed her eyes, hung onto Greg’s shoulders and moaned. “Oh God Greg....oh yes God... ohhh God you’re amazing...oh Greg fill me come in me I want you in me oh God God Greg oh God make me come oh please oh God yes I’m coming Gregggg!!!!”
Her dark hair fell like a curtain around them both, as their rhythm made the bed shake. Greg held onto her waist with one hand and stroked her breasts with the other as his orgasm approached. “Oh God baby.... oh Rachel oh God.... oh yes Nick God Nicky God come for me baby God she’s so good Nick I want you to come too Nicky watch us Nick watch us come oh God God Rachel come for me come for me I want to see you oh God oh I’m coming oh God yes ohhhh!”
Nick stared at his fantasy come true, as he cupped his own balls and squeezed his cock hard, rubbing his thumb up over his head, and moaning out loud, not caring what anyone else might think at what he was saying. It was his fantasy and it was the hottest thing he’d ever witnessed. “Oh yes Greg yes it’s all for you, all for you baby oh God baby yes come in her make her come make me come I want to hear you come oh God Greg oh God I love you so much baby give it to her make her come oh Greg oh God I’m coming yes oh God Greggg!!!!”
Nick laid on his stomach and panted into the bedsheets as Rachel collapsed onto Greg’s chest and he wrapped his arms around her, panting and gasping. She held him tight. Their hearts pounded together. Nick fought to get his breath back. Greg reached his hand out to Nick, and he drew closer, putting his arm around both Greg and Rachel, and kissing Greg softly on the lips. “I love you baby,” Nick murmured. “I love you too Nicky,” whispered Greg. Rachel just smiled.
Gradually, Rachel extricated herself from Greg’s arms and lay on her stomach at the edge of the bed. Nick knew she couldn’t see them, but even so, it was a turn-on having someone else there. Nick put his leg in between Greg’s and kissed him deeply. He tasted wonderful. Greg sighed into Nick’s mouth and kissed him back, greedily. “Take me, Nick,” he murmured. “I’m yours, just take me... oh God Nicky, please...”
Nick growled in response, and turned Greg over with one smooth motion. Nick noticed that Rachel had edged closer. He was hard as a rock again and his head was spinning. Can sex make you intoxicated? Nick nuzzled Greg’s hair and kissed the nape of his neck. “I love you baby, so much, so much, I want to make you happy baby, don’t you know that, God Greg....” Nick nuzzled and kissed Greg’s neck as he stroked his back, closing his eyes as he traced the scars, trying to experience what Rachel had felt without seeing. Can you feel beauty?
Nick was lost in the second part of his fantasy. Even though Rachel couldn’t see them, she was lying right next to them - he could feel her hair tickling his side, and he could hear her breathing. It was getting faster. He thought he could almost hear her heart pounding. He wondered whether Greg was looking at her and the thought made him moan out loud. He pushed himself into Greg much more slowly and gently than usual. “Ohhh Greg....oh God God baby... oh it’s so good, so good....look at her Greg oh God...”
Greg clutched at the headboard and groaned as Nick entered him. Rachel was close, so close and although she didn’t touch them, it was as though she was breathing them in. She had her eyes closed and she was sighing, swaying slightly, and stroking herself all over. Greg smiled and then the next thrust from Nick took him over and he cried out. “Ohhhh Nicky God oh God fuck me I need you oh God Nick so good oh please please God yes fill me oh God come in me I want to feel you I want your come in me oh Nicky yes yes ohhh”
Nick felt the feeling building at the base of his balls and he started to growl. He swore he’d never been this hard before in his life. Greg was stroking Rachel’s hair and moaning like an animal. Rachel was stroking Greg’s cock, her eyes still closed, a serene smile on her face. The feeling overwhelmed Nick’s senses and he let out a primal cry. “Ohhhhhhhh Greg ohhh! Oh God I’m oh God oh baby it’s you it’s all for you you’re everything everything God Greg God oh God so good so good love you love you so much oh God I’m gonna come fill you up fill you with my come oh I’m coming oh God Greggggg!!!”
Greg cried out and came into Rachel’s hand as Nick shuddered with a low, long groan and pumped deep inside Greg. They all collapsed in a heap, Nick wrapped against Greg’s back, and Rachel snuggled close against them both, her fingers entwined with Greg’s.
They lay together on the bed for a long time in the aftermath, breathless, bathed in sweat, and glowing from their shared passion. Sleep overtook them, and when they woke up, Rachel was gone.
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rating: PG13
synopsis: It's not easy being green.
and then Part 13: 2.0 "Tricky Nick"
rating: NC17
synopsis: Everyone has a dark side: even Nick Stokes.
WARNING: Nick fans may not like this chapter! Wait....I'M a Nick fan!!
Greg stared at the knives on the kitchen counter for a long time. He even pulled one of them out of the wooden block, sat down on the floor and looked at it. He turned it over and over in his hands, studying its every detail: the gentle curve of the handle, the delicate sheen of the blade, the unforgiving edge of sharpened steel. He knew he'd screwed up royally, but it was nothing new - he always did. He was a fuckup, just like his father had told him his whole life. And now Nick had said it too.
Nick. How had he put it? "You're pathetic." And he was right. Greg took the knife and stuck the point against the scarred skin of his inner arm. He didn't press too hard - just enough to shock his mind back into consciousness. He was pathetic. He couldn't even express himself properly. What was he thinking? To just blurt it out like that! If he'd explained properly, if he'd sat Nick down and talked to him - but he was no good at expressing his true meaning and Nick never gave him a chance.
Greg ran the blade along his lower lip. It was cold and hard and cruel, just like life. He took the blade back to his arm and traced a name lightly on the surface of his skin. Then he turned his arm over and traced out Nick's name. Why was it so hard to explain? He'd tried, over and over and sometimes Nick seemed like he understood, but Greg knew he really didn't. He couldn't. Only another like himself could understand.
Greg screwed his eyes shut and swallowed a sob. The knife clattered to the floor and he ran his hand over his face. He wouldn't draw blood, although it was so tempting. He'd promised Nick - even though Nick would probably never believe a word he said ever again - a promise was a promise. The therapy was helping, too: he was beginning to see through the thick cloud that he'd been living under for so many years. And Nick.... Nick was his rock, his safe place. Nick was the light. But he'd fucked it up again just like he did with every person who had ever meant anything to him in his sorry-ass life. It was a long, lonely road back from utter despair and Greg just couldn't do it by himself. Even Nick wasn't enough. Nick was tough and grounded and forthright and decent and didn't need validation or comfort or reassurance from anyone. Nick was the hero of the story.
Greg sniffed and wiped his face with the back of his hand, then jumped a mile as the apartment door slammed open.
"Greg! Greg? Greg!"
Nick ran headlong into the kitchen and practically slid on his knees into Greg, who was still sitting on the floor. Nick threw his arms around him and held him tight. Greg let out a shuddering sob and clutched Nick's shoulders.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have left you alone..." Nick had already seen the knife on the floor. He closed his eyes and rocked Greg in his arms. Greg clung to him, his eyes shut tight. "It's okay, baby.... I didn't listen, I'm sorry. Just tell me. Tell me everything. Who is he? I won't get angry again, I promise. Please, Greg, just tell me the truth."
Greg swallowed hard, and pulled away to look Nick in the eyes. The world of pain he found there took him by surprise. I never meant to hurt you so bad. I'm so sorry.
"He's not a he." Greg murmured, his voice still shaky from crying.
"What?" Nick looked confused.
"She's a she. A girl, Nick. You remember girls, right?"
Nick rolled his eyes. How can I ever stay angry with you?
"You remember Rachel?" Greg wiped his face on his sleeve.
"Rachel... yes, of course. Wait... Rachel?!"
Greg nodded silently, waiting for the penny to drop in Nick's mind.
Rachel ! Of course he remembered. How could he ever forget.
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Nick had always known, of course, that Greg was bi. He'd had girlfriends before the start of his relationship with Nick and he'd never tried to pretend that he was gay. It was something that intrigued Nick more than he liked to let on.
Everyone has a dark side, and Nick Stokes was no exception: his number one fantasy was to watch Greg with a girl. He'd tried a couple of times to turn this secret fetish of his into reality, but had struck out. Hardly surprising really - although there were no shortage of willing girls in Vegas, most weren't exactly turned on by the thought of a one-night-stand with a bi guy and his gay lover. But as with most fantasies, the more Nick thought about it, the more he was determined to make it happen.
One night, it must have been about three months ago, they decided to try a new club. It was off the strip, a little quieter, and attached to a trendy boutique hotel. Greg had discovered they had a live music night for local indie bands, and so he was all over it like a dayglo shirt. Nick wasn't particularly into bands with names like "Dirt Factory" and "Crackhead Theory" but Greg wanted to go, so he decided to give it a whirl.
The place was called "Cash" and it was really just an old bank, that had been converted into a nightclub. The high vaulted ceilings made for awesome acoustics and Greg rambled on for half an hour about the state of the art digital sound system and high-definition video screens. Nick tuned him out as he got the drinks in: a couple of Coronas to start, and Tequila for the rest of the night. They weren't big drinkers normally, but Nick was stressed and horny and he wanted to get Greg in the mood early. He chugged his beer in five seconds flat and ordered another.
"Steady on, cowboy," said Greg, laughing. "I don't wanna have to pour you into a cab again."
Nick pouted. "And when did you become my mother?"
They poked each other playfully, and chose a spot to set their drinks down and watch the band.
As the evening wore on the club grew more crowded, the dim lighting and steady throb of the music worked its magic. Everyone was in a party mood, and Nick began to feel a little giddy. He wasn't shy about showing affection to Greg in places like this - it was dark and anonymous enough, and the alcohol took the edge off his habitual safeguards. He nuzzled Greg's hair and whispered in his ear.
"You okay, G?" Greg nodded and smiled lazily. Nick could see that he was plenty tipsy enough. Nick had been watching Greg's eyes straying to a girl who was sitting at the bar. He kissed Greg's earlobe.
"You like her, baby?" he murmured.
Greg sighed and nodded. "Yeah."
That was enough for Nick. "I'll be right back - don't go anywhere." Greg swayed slightly on his stool as Nick made his way towards the bar.
"Hey."
"Hey yourself." The girl didn't even look at Nick, but twirled the straw in her drink.
"My friend over there likes you." Even Nick had to admit it was a lame line. But it was the truth.
"Does he now?” said the girl. She looked directly at Nick and he couldn’t help but stare. She had the most incredible eyes - amber, like tiger’s eyes, with an dark outer rim, as though someone had drawn an outline with charcoal around her iris. Impossibly long black eyelashes completed the startling effect. She was petite, with long dark brown hair in a braid which hung down almost to her waist, and even Nick had to admit she was beautiful.
“Um....” began Nick, a little lost for words. “Yeah. His name is Greg. What’s yours?”
“Rachel. Pleased to meet you....??” The question in her voice reminded Nick of his manners.
“Oh, yeah, um, Nick. Sorry. So um...”
Rachel smiled. She had a mischievous, mildly-amused smile that reminded Nick of Greg. “So um...” she imitated Nick, “let me guess. You want to get him laid, so you came over here to see if i was up for it.”
Nick stared. Rachel smirked at him.
“Well....yeah, if you put it like that...” Nick was slightly taken aback by Rachel’s directness.
“Well, it depends on a couple of things...” she continued. “First, is he cute?”
Nick grinned. “That’s easy - yes, he’s very cute.”
Rachel smiled back. “Good. So the second thing is, do I get to stick around while you two get it on?”
Nick gaped. “How.... how did you know we... I mean...”
“How did I know he was your boyfriend? Ah, that’s a trade secret.” Rachel took a swig of her drink. “I’ve learned to figure things out for myself because no-one else is going to do it for me.”
Nick was stunned, but excited. She was going to be the one to make his fantasy come true. But he had to be sure she wasn’t just kidding around.
“So.... you’re up for it? I mean.... to party with us? I mean not me, but.... Greg and.... stuff?” Nick was practically at a loss. Rachel had the upper hand and she knew it.
“Yeah, for sure. As long as...” she trailed off and looked down into her drink.
“As long as....??” Nick asked.
“As long as it’s not going to be just another pity fuck.”
“What?!” Nick was confused. How could she think that? She was beautiful. Nick wasn’t into girls, but he could at least see that much.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t notice this,” Rachel said.
Nick’s eyes followed her hand as she pulled out the white stick from under the counter. He swallowed hard.
“You’re blind?” he said, stupidly.
“Yeah, genius,” Rachel said with an ironic laugh. “Like i said, I’m used to being the pity fuck. But I’d rather have something a little more.... genuine this time.” She made a face. “But trust me.... when you go back and tell your friend over there about this, he’s not going to want to know.”
Nick put his hand on Rachel’s. He could have sworn she was looking at him straight in the eyes, but now - he wasn’t sure. He saw his plans for the night going down the drain. But then, he had a brainwave. “Why does he have to know?” he said.
“Well...” Rachel hesitated.
“He doesn’t have to know, does he? I mean... you can leave the stick here. You can hold my arm. The room will be dark, who’s going to be any the wiser? And if you need help, I’ll be there. I am actually a nice guy, you know.”
Rachel grinned to herself. “Is he really cute?” She glanced at Nick from under her lashes. Nick found it hard to believe that she couldn’t see him.
“Yeah, he’s gorgeous. And he loves girls.” Nick smiled.
“Well then...yeah, okay. Blind chicks need to get laid as much as the next person, you know.”
Nick had never met a woman like Rachel before. She was forthright and fearless, and had none of the false, prissy affectations that most Vegas girls displayed. He liked her a lot, and he was sure that Greg would too.
Nick took Rachel by the hand and led her over to where Greg was still sitting. His eyes were slightly glazed, but he perked up as soon as he saw Nick.
“Hey buddy, how you holding up? This is Rachel, she thinks you’re cute.”
A while later, when Rachel was nestled in Greg’s arms on the dance floor, Nick got an odd feeling, but shrugged it off. He knocked back a shot of Tequila and toasted his own cleverness.
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The hotel room was warm and dark. Nick closed the curtains and locked the door, and settled back on the bed with a fresh beer. He had butterflies in his stomach almost as bad as the first time he’d invited Greg to his place. A fantasy he’d nursed and wanted in the worst way was about to come true, and he was so horny he could have drilled a hole in the floor. But patience was one of his virtues and he would wait his turn.
Greg smiled down at Rachel, who was 5’3” in comparison to his six foot height. Nick watched as she reached her hand up to Greg’s face and gently stroked his cheek, tracing with her fingertips the line of his jaw, his chin, then up over his lips, his nose, his forehead, his eyelids. Greg giggled as she stroked his ears and down the side of his neck. She smiled up at him as her fingertips read his face. He sighed and closed his eyes as she reached up and ran her fingers through his hair.
“You’re beautiful, Greg,” she breathed.
“So are you,” Greg murmured. Nick’s stomach did a little flip, and he took a gulp of beer.
Nick moved to give them room as Greg laid Rachel down on the bed. Greg seemed to look at her for a long time, just touching her face as she had done his, and taking his time undoing the long braid of her hair. Nick was fascinated. When he and Greg were together, he was the dominant one, and he loved Greg just like this - tenderly, passionately. It was truly amazing to see Greg take the dominant role. Rachel for her part was no slouch, however - when Greg kissed her, she kissed him right back hungrily, and wasted no time in unbuttoning his shirt and running her hands over his skin. Nick saw her fingers pause as she felt the rough patches of skin from the lab explosion, and then when she reached his lower back, the scars from his father’s belt so many years ago. Nick remembered the first time he had felt those scars, and swallowed hard.
Greg buried his face in the dark cascades of her hair, and breathed in her scent. “God, you smell so good,” he murmured. He looked up at Nick and smiled dreamily.
“Do you like her, baby?” Nick murmured under his breath. Look what i did for you.
“Yeah,” Greg breathed, in between kissing Rachel’s throat and wrapping his arms around her waist. She arched her back under his touch and let out a soft cry. “She’s beautiful, Nick....”
Thank you. Nick filled in the missing words. He was getting hard and he undid his pants and stroked himself as he watched Greg and Rachel undress each other. Greg was already hard and he gasped as Rachel stroked him, closing her eyes and taking his length down into her mouth, cupping his balls in her hand and squeezing gently as she sucked his shaft deep and hard.
“Oh, God, Rachel !” Greg cried out, clutching at the bedsheets.
Nick closed his eyes as he stroked his own cock. “God, Greg.... God, it’s you baby...it’s all for you... I wanted this for you.... God, I love you Greg...” Nick murmured to himself over and over as he stroked himself harder. He opened his eyes to see Greg pull Rachel up and slowly, slowly she lowered herself onto Greg’s hard cock. Greg cried out as he filled her.
“God, oh God... yes, oh God you’re so.... oh, God Rachel !”
She cried out as she took him inside her, and started to move up and down, crying out each time he filled her again, and as her orgasm drew closer she closed her eyes, hung onto Greg’s shoulders and moaned. “Oh God Greg....oh yes God... ohhh God you’re amazing...oh Greg fill me come in me I want you in me oh God God Greg oh God make me come oh please oh God yes I’m coming Gregggg!!!!”
Her dark hair fell like a curtain around them both, as their rhythm made the bed shake. Greg held onto her waist with one hand and stroked her breasts with the other as his orgasm approached. “Oh God baby.... oh Rachel oh God.... oh yes Nick God Nicky God come for me baby God she’s so good Nick I want you to come too Nicky watch us Nick watch us come oh God God Rachel come for me come for me I want to see you oh God oh I’m coming oh God yes ohhhh!”
Nick stared at his fantasy come true, as he cupped his own balls and squeezed his cock hard, rubbing his thumb up over his head, and moaning out loud, not caring what anyone else might think at what he was saying. It was his fantasy and it was the hottest thing he’d ever witnessed. “Oh yes Greg yes it’s all for you, all for you baby oh God baby yes come in her make her come make me come I want to hear you come oh God Greg oh God I love you so much baby give it to her make her come oh Greg oh God I’m coming yes oh God Greggg!!!!”
Nick laid on his stomach and panted into the bedsheets as Rachel collapsed onto Greg’s chest and he wrapped his arms around her, panting and gasping. She held him tight. Their hearts pounded together. Nick fought to get his breath back. Greg reached his hand out to Nick, and he drew closer, putting his arm around both Greg and Rachel, and kissing Greg softly on the lips. “I love you baby,” Nick murmured. “I love you too Nicky,” whispered Greg. Rachel just smiled.
Gradually, Rachel extricated herself from Greg’s arms and lay on her stomach at the edge of the bed. Nick knew she couldn’t see them, but even so, it was a turn-on having someone else there. Nick put his leg in between Greg’s and kissed him deeply. He tasted wonderful. Greg sighed into Nick’s mouth and kissed him back, greedily. “Take me, Nick,” he murmured. “I’m yours, just take me... oh God Nicky, please...”
Nick growled in response, and turned Greg over with one smooth motion. Nick noticed that Rachel had edged closer. He was hard as a rock again and his head was spinning. Can sex make you intoxicated? Nick nuzzled Greg’s hair and kissed the nape of his neck. “I love you baby, so much, so much, I want to make you happy baby, don’t you know that, God Greg....” Nick nuzzled and kissed Greg’s neck as he stroked his back, closing his eyes as he traced the scars, trying to experience what Rachel had felt without seeing. Can you feel beauty?
Nick was lost in the second part of his fantasy. Even though Rachel couldn’t see them, she was lying right next to them - he could feel her hair tickling his side, and he could hear her breathing. It was getting faster. He thought he could almost hear her heart pounding. He wondered whether Greg was looking at her and the thought made him moan out loud. He pushed himself into Greg much more slowly and gently than usual. “Ohhh Greg....oh God God baby... oh it’s so good, so good....look at her Greg oh God...”
Greg clutched at the headboard and groaned as Nick entered him. Rachel was close, so close and although she didn’t touch them, it was as though she was breathing them in. She had her eyes closed and she was sighing, swaying slightly, and stroking herself all over. Greg smiled and then the next thrust from Nick took him over and he cried out. “Ohhhh Nicky God oh God fuck me I need you oh God Nick so good oh please please God yes fill me oh God come in me I want to feel you I want your come in me oh Nicky yes yes ohhh”
Nick felt the feeling building at the base of his balls and he started to growl. He swore he’d never been this hard before in his life. Greg was stroking Rachel’s hair and moaning like an animal. Rachel was stroking Greg’s cock, her eyes still closed, a serene smile on her face. The feeling overwhelmed Nick’s senses and he let out a primal cry. “Ohhhhhhhh Greg ohhh! Oh God I’m oh God oh baby it’s you it’s all for you you’re everything everything God Greg God oh God so good so good love you love you so much oh God I’m gonna come fill you up fill you with my come oh I’m coming oh God Greggggg!!!”
Greg cried out and came into Rachel’s hand as Nick shuddered with a low, long groan and pumped deep inside Greg. They all collapsed in a heap, Nick wrapped against Greg’s back, and Rachel snuggled close against them both, her fingers entwined with Greg’s.
They lay together on the bed for a long time in the aftermath, breathless, bathed in sweat, and glowing from their shared passion. Sleep overtook them, and when they woke up, Rachel was gone.
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Date: 2006-02-07 12:23 am (UTC)