nickngreg | One Good Man: Part 2b

Title: One Good Man: part two
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Spoilers: None
Rating: NC-17
Summary: While at a conference in San Francisco, Nick gets to meet the beings that spawned and raised Greg.
Disclaimer: They're not mine. If they were, the show would never make it past network censors. Feedback's the only profit I get.
Notes: I based Greg's parents on a completely insane professor I once had. I know they're not exactly representative of most people in their field, but when I thought of Greg's parents I thought of said crazy professor for some reason, so that's what I ended up with.

This is the second half of Part Two--I had to split it because it was too long for a livejournal post

He couldn't find Greg at first, then decided to follow the sounds of retching coming from behind a parked car a block away. He got there just as Greg was straightening back up.

"I was gonna ask you if you wanted to go get drunk," Nick said, "but I'm thinking maybe that's not such a good idea anymore."

Greg wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. "I'm all right," he said. "Just dry heaves. It happens sometime when I'm stressed. I'll be fine. And I would absolutely love to get drunk right now."

"Great," Nick clapped him on the back. "Lead the way, city boy."

They bought a bottle of Jack Daniel's at a small corner liquor store and passed it back and forth as they walked silently along the darkened streets. Greg surprised Nick by buying a pack of cigarettes, too, and when they got to the bottom of a hill where they were somewhat sheltered from the wind Greg lit one with shaky hands.

"Didn't know you smoked," Nick said, leaning back against a building.

"Old habit." Greg wrapped his arms around his waist and looked up and down the street. "Fuck. Where's a cab when you need one?"

"It's not so cold here," Nick said, patting the side of the building with his hand. "Less wind."

Greg leaned against the wall a few feet away from Nick.

They stood there silently for a while as Greg smoked. Finally, Nick said, "I think your parents need therapy."

Greg let out a choking laugh that let Nick know he was dangerously close to tears.

"I'm serious, G. I mean, there's screwed up and then there's screwed up. And I kind of suspect your father has a scat fetish."

Greg groaned and rubbed his forehead with the heel of his hand. "You'll notice," he said, "that they conveniently forgot to mention the classic Freudian explanation for homosexuality."

"What's that?"

"Overly aggressive mother and a passive father. "

"They did fail to mention that, didn't they?"

"Well, if they did then they'd have to blame themselves. This way they can just blame me." Greg took a long drag on his cigarette, then flicked it into the gutter.

"You need more Jack?" Nick asked, holding up the bottle.

Greg shook his head. He closed his eyes and laughed softly. "Damn. The lab is going to have a field day with this."

"I'm not gonna tell anybody," Nick said softly, making sure the cap on the liquor bottle was tight before slipping it into his pocket. "I didn't know you were gay."

"I'm bi, actually. And it's not exactly the kind of thing I advertise at work."

"Yeah," Nick said, nodding slowly.

"And I do, by the way."

"Do what?"

"Like taking it up the ass."

Nick let out a slow breath as he gazed at Greg. He licked his lips and pushed away from the wall, turned so that he and Greg were just inches apart. He shouldn't be feeling it, he knew, but he was more aroused than he'd been in months. Just the thought of what it would be like to have Greg beneath him, panting, moaning…

"Are you gonna kick my ass, now?" Greg asked after Nick had stared at him for a long moment. "Because I know you're not normally a violent guy, but considering your background, you know, being from Texas and coming from a frat, I'm thinking that your first reaction to the fact that I like getting fucked is to kick my ass. And while I know that you've probably kicked more than one faggot's ass in your lifetime, I'm asking you to reconsider your gut reaction because I'm not really a big fan of pain. Or blood."

Nick reached up and placed one hand firmly on the wall next to Greg's head. He tried to tell himself that just because Greg liked it, it didn't mean that Greg necessarily wanted it from him. He didn't listen, though, couldn't think of anything except how close their bodies were.

Greg's breathing was shallow and his eyes were wide. "I…I know karate. I can't remember any of it right now, but it could easily come back to me any minute. And though I never made it past a green belt, I might accidentally be deadly."

"Shh," Nick whispered, reaching up to touch Greg's dark pink lips with his fingertips. "You talk too much. I'm not gonna hurt you." He slid his hands down Greg's chest, gripped his shirt in both hands and tugged it out of his waistband. He slipped his fingers beneath the hem and placed his hands against Greg's taut stomach.

Greg swallowed hard as he gazed into Nick's eyes. "You're gonna…oh."

"Yeah," Nick whispered. "Oh." He slid his hands over Greg's chest, brushed his hard nipples gently, then began to squeeze and twist.

Greg's neck arched back, exposing his tender throat as he let out a low groan.

Nick leaned and kissed Greg's throat, laved his tongue over his Adam's apple, bit down on the soft flesh where his neck met his shoulders.

Greg's arms came up around Nick's waist and pulled him forward until their bodies were pressed together and Nick growled as he felt Greg's erection rubbing against his own.

Their first kiss was hungry, searching. Nick slid Greg's lips apart with his tongue and was greeted with Greg's tongue against his own. He could taste whiskey and smoke and he thought maybe it was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted.

Greg slid his hands down, gripped Nick's ass and pulled him even closer, ground up against him and moaned into the kiss.

"This OK?" Nick asked breathlessly against Greg's cheek as he gripped Greg's slip hips in his hands, pressed him harder against the wall.

"Yeah," Greg said. His eyes were closed and he tipped his head forward, pressed his face into the crook of Nick's neck, let his tongue slip out to taste Nick's skin.

"Feeling any better?"

Greg nodded, then pulled his mouth away from Nick's neck. "This isn't just a manifestation of your hero complex, is it? Because as nice as this is, I've never really been a big fan of pity fucks, especially when I'm the one being pitied."

Nick shook his head slowly, grazed Greg's lips lightly with his own. "No pity here, I promise you." He slid his hand between their bodies and squeezed Greg's hard-on through his jeans.

Greg moaned and tipped his head back, giving Nick access to the sweet, tender flesh of his neck once more. He gave Greg's hard-on another squeeze, began to stroke it slowly.

"Nick," Greg gasped. "This might be San Francisco, but we'll still get arrested for indecent exposure if we don't take this somewhere private."

"Hotel?" Nick asked, grinding his hips slowly against Greg's.

"Yeah," Greg whispered. "And now I really wish we had a cab."

Nick took Greg's hand in his own and stepped back, gave Greg a little tug. "Come on. We'll make it."

The hurried through the dark streets, laughing and stopping to kiss and grope at one another more than once along the way.

By the time they got back to the room, Nick's face burned from the cold and his fingers were numb but he didn't care, couldn't think of anything but slamming Greg against the door and kissing him hard, feeling Greg's teeth sharp against his lip but not caring, using his tongue to coax Greg's mouth open and moaning as he felt Greg's tongue soft and hot against his own.

He slid Greg's shirt up, couldn't get Greg out of his clothes fast enough, couldn't get out of his own clothes nearly fast enough. They kissed and fumbled their way towards the bed, but Nick still felt like they were too far away. He grabbed Greg again, pulled him close, loving the feeling of his bare skin rubbing against Greg's bare skin.

"Jesus," Greg whispered as his fingers closed around Nick's throbbing erection. "You're big."

"Mmmm," Nick rocked against him slowly. "You like 'em big?"

Greg's voice was barely a whisper. "Yeah."

"I'm gonna fuck you," Nick whispered against Greg's ear. "I'm gonna fuck you slow, fuck you all night. You want that? You want me to fuck you until your eyes roll back in your head, until you're screaming cuz it feels so good, until you forget your own name?"

Greg's only response was a whimper, then, "Do you have a condom?"

Nick shoved him back onto the bed. "Yeah."

With condoms and lube in hand Nick climbed onto the bed, knelt between Greg's legs, lifted them and pressed Greg's knees against his shoulders. He dripped lube onto his fingers and slid them against Greg's pucker, and with the first bit of pressure Greg opened for him and he slid his fingers inside, slicking him up, getting him ready for what lay ahead.

Greg moaned, arched up against him, slid his hands beneath his thighs to hold his legs apart for Nick.

"This what you like? You like my fingers in your ass?" Nick asked in a low purr. He didn't know where it came from, the voice that came out of his mouth during sex, he just knew that when he was turned on he could say things that he'd be embarrassed to even think in a more rational state of mind.

Greg nodded and looked up at him, his breathing coming hard. "Yes," he whispered.

"You want more?"

Greg nodded again and moaned as Nick slid a third finger inside him. He rotated his wrist slowly and grinned when Greg whimpered and ground back against him.

"What else?" Nick asked. "What else do you want, huh?"

Greg whimpered again, stared up at him with pleading eyes.

"I need you to tell me, Greg. Tell me what you want."

Greg took a deep breath, then another. He shuddered as Nick's fingers brushed against his prostate. "Your cock," he said finally. He flicked his tongue out to wet his lips. "I want your cock inside me."

It was all Nick needed to hear. He ripped the condom packet open with his teeth, slid it over his dick with one hand, and it one smooth movement he pulled his fingers out of Greg's ass and replaced them with the head of his cock.

Greg groaned and wrapped his legs around Nick's hips, tried to pull him in deeper.

"Slow," Nick whispered, letting his hips slide forward with steady pressure.

"Now." Greg gripped Nick's shoulders hard. "All of it. Now."

"There's no hurry," Nick said.

Greg let out a half laugh, half sob and tossed his head back. "God," he groaned, drawing the word out like a sigh.

Nick inched into him slowly, feeling Greg open and spread for him, feeling the tight passage let him in without him having to force it. He stopped moving once he was all the way inside, gazed down into Greg's eyes. "You ready?" he asked.

"Yes." There was no hesitation in Greg's voice at all, so Nick began to move. He kept his strokes shallow at first, kept them slow, didn't know how much Greg could take or how he liked it.

Greg made it clear, though, when he gripped the hair at the back of Nick's head, yanked Nick's head down towards his and growled, "Fuck me, goddamnit."

Nick couldn't close his eyes, couldn't look away from Greg's face, his cheeks flushed pink, his lips parted, his neck arched back as he moaned every time Nick thrust into him. This was good. This was right. This was better than every anonymous fuck Nick had ever had, looking down into the eyes of a man he knew, a man he cared about. Aware of more than just his own pleasure this time, aware this time of the pleasure he was giving, pleasure that Greg was not shy about expressing, if his grunts and moans as he bucked up against Nick's body were anything to go by.

And he wanted to go slow. He knew he could, had done it enough times in the past that he knew he could prolong the pleasure, keep going until Greg was delirious, and though the thought of making the younger man lose his mind with pleasure was tempting, Nick couldn't fight how good it felt. He barely had enough control to keep from pinning Greg to the bed, collapsing on top of him, and pumping his hips like a jackrabbit until he came.

He was close. Had sex ever felt so good? Had anything ever been better than the way it felt to slide into Greg's body, to feel Greg's long legs wrapped around his waist?

Greg was close, too, he could feel it. He knew the signs, knew from the way Greg's breath was hitching in his chest, the way he was frantically trying to pull Nick even deeper inside him, the way his thighs trembled and flexed.

"Nick," Greg cried as he came, "Nick, Nick, oh God, Nick." And the sound of Greg's voice, the helpless, desperate way he called out Nick's name brought him over the edge. His climax was white hot, starting deep in the pit of his belly but spreading through him like wildfire, making him feel like he was coming apart, like when he collapsed it would be the end, because you couldn't exist after something that unbelievably good, could you?

Nick lay in a daze, not aware of just how he'd left Greg's body and ended up on his back, not sure of who'd pulled the covers back or when. He was just floating. His bones had melted, he could feel it, knew they were nothing but liquefied calcium under his skin.

He knew Greg was beside him, heard him say, "Wow."

"Mmm," was all he could manage before his eyes closed and he melted into sleep.