Stay with e 3/4
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nickngregTitle: Stay with me *sequel to Priceless*
Chapter: 3 of 4
Spoilers: none
warning: none
Rating: NC-17
summary: back at Nick's place Greg is suddenly very different.
A/N: so we are cose to the end. Sorry. =) There isn't much for me to say except that I dedicate the whole chapter and sequel actually the fabolous![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Twenty minutes and a quiet drive later they were back where everything had started three months ago. Back at Nick’s mansion.
The car was parked and Nick, being the gentleman again, ran towards the passenger door to open it before Greg had the chance to do it himself.
Greg smiled at Nick, before following him up the stairs again and into the house. It didn’t look any different from what it looked like back then, still very bright, very light and with colors like white and light yellow dominating the rooms.
“Would you like to have a drink or something like that?” he suddenly heard Nick ask.
Shaking his head, Greg answered, ‘No’. He wasn’t sure why or even if he was right, but Nick seemed nervous, like the first time he had Greg over… Their first night and Greg could still remember how perfect everything seemed back then.
“So you don’t want anything to drink? Anything else I can offer you?”
“No, not now. I’m neither hungry, nor thirsty, nor do I need something. And by the way…you’re doing it again.”
Nick looked confused at Greg, not sure what he was talking about.
“Doing what?”
“You pay all this money and we end up doing all this relationship-like stuff, like we did three months back. I mean, you paid a lot of money, both times, but you were never the perfect ‘customer’. You were…different.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Nick laughed. “I…I’m not a person who buys someone and then makes him or her do whatever I want. I could never do that. And why is it so bad that we do this ‘relationship-like stuff’?” Nick asked, looking directly into Greg’s hazel eyes.
“It isn’t good to mix business with pleasure,” Greg said simply.
“Wait. What? Business? What happened to the ‘I’ve fallen for you’ from the bench? And the kiss? Was that just business?”
“Yes, sort of,” Greg replied, avoiding Nick’s eyes.
Nick stepped closer, framing Greg’s face with his hands, turning his head so that Greg was forced to look into Nick’s eyes.
“So look into my eyes and tell me that this is what you think. That I’m just … that you think I’m just desperate and need to buy people to get laid. I want you to tell me that everything on that bench, in the rain…that all that was just some lie.”
Greg hesitated and tried to turn his head around but Nick wouldn’t let him.
“Tell me.”
Greg still hesitated, not sure how to answer. He knew the answer already, but he knew he couldn’t tell Nick. Nick would start thinking about things he shouldn’t.
Greg may have fallen in love with Nick, probably right from the beginning, but he couldn’t tell Nick. Nick would push them into something that might be good, but would end in disaster.
“Nick… I…I can’t. You paid 20k for me, so… lets get this over with.”
“No, not before you tell me. Tell me what you think about me, tell me.”
“I…I can’t. I… Can’t you just accept that I’m here for tonight?”
“Not if you will be gone come tomorrow and not if you tell me that you are just here because I paid that much money at the auction.“
“Why did you pay that much money for me in the first place?” Greg wanted to know.
“Well, would you have preferred to go with that other guy?”
“Is that the only reason you bid that much money?”
“Is it the only reason you would accept?”
Greg looked at Nick and a smile escaped his lips. Nick was right, he wasn’t here just because Nick had paid that much money and Nick hadn’t paid that much money just because he wanted to ‘save’ Greg from that other guy.
“I…” Greg started, but was interrupted when Nick pressed his lips against Greg’s. First it was a hard, rough kiss, like Nick wanted to say ‘shut up, will ya?’, but it changed quickly – into something slow, sweet and soft. When their tongues started their dance Greg felt like time stopped, and like it was that moment three months ago when he had met Nick for the first time and they drove to Nick’s place.
Nothing had changed, neither how Nick kissed, nor what he did with his hands. Feeling one of them resting on his lower back and one on the back of his head, there was no getting away for Greg now. And Greg actually didn’t want to get away right now, ‘cause this felt right, this felt nice, this was what he could do for the rest of his life.
He noticed Nick was guiding him somewhere while he kissed him. He guided him to the bedroom with slow and small steps. Making sure Greg wouldn’t fall on the stairs, he let his lips rest on Greg’s, not wanting to lose contact for just a second.
When they reached the bedroom, Nick needed to let go of him to free Greg from the shirt. That was when he noticed it. That was when Greg noticed that the room looked like it hadn’t been used in months. It looked exactly the same like when he left three months ago. The bed wasn’t made, was actually exactly like when he had left, except that Nick wasn’t lying in it, the curtains were still in the same position and even the flowers or what was left of them were still standing on the little desk. The windows looked like they could use some proper cleaning, and the surface could use some dusting. It wasn’t like there was a lot of dust, but enough to be noticed.
Finally Nick managed to get Greg out of his shirt and threw it somewhere in the room. His lips attacked Greg’s neck, sucking and licking.
Greg moved his head and gave Nick more room to work with his lips. It felt so good to have these wonderful soft lips on his skin again, to feel all these feelings again. It was like nothing else. Nothing could explain and be compared to this feeling when Nick’s hands started roaming over his naked torso, caressing the skin with his hands, smoothing the already heated skin.
Greg’s moans and groans got louder and he pushed himself against Nick, trying to get closer to him. His hands tried to find some skin to touch, shoved Nick’s button down shirt up and let them stroke over Nick’s back. He felt how Nick’s hands left his skin, but didn’t want to open his eyes to find out where they had gone.
Pretty soon he noticed that Nick’s shirt was gone and that his hands were now working on Greg’s jeans, finally opening the button and then the fly.
Pushing down the tight fabric with the boxer shorts, Greg was suddenly naked in front of him, his jeans and boxers pooling around his ankles.
Nick let go of Greg’s neck, looking at the younger man. His eyes were darker now, but had this sparkle in them. Nick could clearly see how aroused Greg was, not just because of the impressive erection that was to be seen, but because of those eyes.
He softly pushed Greg until he landed on the soft bed, covering him just seconds later with himself. The first contact of their naked skin felt like there would be sparks everywhere. He looked deep into Greg’s eyes which were focused, if not even locked on Nick, as if he tried to memorize everything, to take in as much of Nick as possible.
Nick’s hands start roaming over Greg’s naked skin again, touching the nipples and stroking over the ivory colored skin, which seemed so beautiful.
His golden tan was a contrast so wonderful against Greg’s skin that he would have loved to make a photo with the two of them together, so that you could see the contrast.
While he kissed his way down Greg’s legs, he freed him from the shoes, the jeans and the boxers and threw them somewhere in the room. Crawling up the bed, he freed himself from his trousers and shoes, and finally the boxer shorts as well.
He laid himself over Greg again, desperate for the contact of skin and moaned loudly when both their cocks touched. It felt so great, so wonderful and the fact that Nick knew that after this night he probably wouldn’t see Greg ever again, and that he might spend tomorrow night with a client again made Nick sick. He would have loved to make his claim, show Greg to whom he belonged and where he was home, but knew that it wouldn’t be right. He had no right to be jealous or even possessive, because it was Greg’s job and Nick had always known that.
He sealed Greg’s lips with his own again, moaning into the kiss and caressing Greg’s face with his one hand while the other was looking for lube and a condom on the bedside table.
When he found what he was looking for, Nick withdrew himself from Greg, ready to prepare Greg. He noticed how Greg’s eyes wouldn’t leave him for just a second. Every movement Nick made was watched, everything taken in and processed, as if he tried to work Nick out, to understand him.
He startled when the first finger with the cold lube entered him, twisting and turning, trying to stretch him. The second finger wasn’t as cold as the first one, but still cold. With two fingers up his ass now Greg started to relax, preparing himself for what was to come next. The third finger first and then Nick’s dick. Something he actually didn’t want to experience again. No, that was a lie. Who was he trying to kid? He had wished, desired to feel this again since the day he had left Nick, but never dared of dreaming, since Nick was out of his league, although Nick would say something else.
He didn’t even notice when Nick thrust inside of him, there was that small burn but nothing major. He felt Nick’s hands on his body again, caressing his sides and teasing his nipples; stroking over his arms and circling his navel. It was something that Nick seemed to like, to touch Greg, to feel him, even taste him.
Greg was moaning by now, because Nick had found the bunch of nerves inside his tight channel that sent sparks through his whole body… that made him literally fly. By adjusting his angle, Nick made sure that with each and every thrust he would hit Greg’s prostate and get a loud and long moan from Greg.
Noticing that Greg was gripping the sheets by now, having his eyes tightly shut and writhing under him, Nick decided to take things slow. He leaned closer to Greg and pressed his lips first against Greg’s cheek and eventually started nibbling on Greg’s earlobe which got him even more moaning. His thrusts were slower and steadier by now, making sure to hit Greg’s spot every time, but not coming too fast. He wanted to savor this moment, wanted to make sure it lasted. Tomorrow would come fast enough. This was now, a moment just for the two of them, enjoying each other’s company and living for the moment,
When Nick finally wrapped his hands around Greg’s organ and started pumping, it seemed like forever. Forever until he did so and forever until Greg came, spilling his semen all over Nick’s belly and his.
Nick came right after Greg, shooting his essence into the rubber. He collapsed onto Greg, trapping the younger man under him.
Eventually he pulled out, disposed of the condom and crawled back in bed, to Greg, to pull him into his arms and hold him until the sun would rise again, a new day would start and Greg would leave. Again.
Chapter: 3 of 4
Spoilers: none
warning: none
Rating: NC-17
summary: back at Nick's place Greg is suddenly very different.
A/N: so we are cose to the end. Sorry. =) There isn't much for me to say except that I dedicate the whole chapter and sequel actually the fabolous
it_glitters who is one of the best friends someone could ask for and who writes me porn every morning, so that when I wake up I always have new porn in my inbox. Beta's by gorgeous
tanisafanTwenty minutes and a quiet drive later they were back where everything had started three months ago. Back at Nick’s mansion.
The car was parked and Nick, being the gentleman again, ran towards the passenger door to open it before Greg had the chance to do it himself.
Greg smiled at Nick, before following him up the stairs again and into the house. It didn’t look any different from what it looked like back then, still very bright, very light and with colors like white and light yellow dominating the rooms.
“Would you like to have a drink or something like that?” he suddenly heard Nick ask.
Shaking his head, Greg answered, ‘No’. He wasn’t sure why or even if he was right, but Nick seemed nervous, like the first time he had Greg over… Their first night and Greg could still remember how perfect everything seemed back then.
“So you don’t want anything to drink? Anything else I can offer you?”
“No, not now. I’m neither hungry, nor thirsty, nor do I need something. And by the way…you’re doing it again.”
Nick looked confused at Greg, not sure what he was talking about.
“Doing what?”
“You pay all this money and we end up doing all this relationship-like stuff, like we did three months back. I mean, you paid a lot of money, both times, but you were never the perfect ‘customer’. You were…different.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Nick laughed. “I…I’m not a person who buys someone and then makes him or her do whatever I want. I could never do that. And why is it so bad that we do this ‘relationship-like stuff’?” Nick asked, looking directly into Greg’s hazel eyes.
“It isn’t good to mix business with pleasure,” Greg said simply.
“Wait. What? Business? What happened to the ‘I’ve fallen for you’ from the bench? And the kiss? Was that just business?”
“Yes, sort of,” Greg replied, avoiding Nick’s eyes.
Nick stepped closer, framing Greg’s face with his hands, turning his head so that Greg was forced to look into Nick’s eyes.
“So look into my eyes and tell me that this is what you think. That I’m just … that you think I’m just desperate and need to buy people to get laid. I want you to tell me that everything on that bench, in the rain…that all that was just some lie.”
Greg hesitated and tried to turn his head around but Nick wouldn’t let him.
“Tell me.”
Greg still hesitated, not sure how to answer. He knew the answer already, but he knew he couldn’t tell Nick. Nick would start thinking about things he shouldn’t.
Greg may have fallen in love with Nick, probably right from the beginning, but he couldn’t tell Nick. Nick would push them into something that might be good, but would end in disaster.
“Nick… I…I can’t. You paid 20k for me, so… lets get this over with.”
“No, not before you tell me. Tell me what you think about me, tell me.”
“I…I can’t. I… Can’t you just accept that I’m here for tonight?”
“Not if you will be gone come tomorrow and not if you tell me that you are just here because I paid that much money at the auction.“
“Why did you pay that much money for me in the first place?” Greg wanted to know.
“Well, would you have preferred to go with that other guy?”
“Is that the only reason you bid that much money?”
“Is it the only reason you would accept?”
Greg looked at Nick and a smile escaped his lips. Nick was right, he wasn’t here just because Nick had paid that much money and Nick hadn’t paid that much money just because he wanted to ‘save’ Greg from that other guy.
“I…” Greg started, but was interrupted when Nick pressed his lips against Greg’s. First it was a hard, rough kiss, like Nick wanted to say ‘shut up, will ya?’, but it changed quickly – into something slow, sweet and soft. When their tongues started their dance Greg felt like time stopped, and like it was that moment three months ago when he had met Nick for the first time and they drove to Nick’s place.
Nothing had changed, neither how Nick kissed, nor what he did with his hands. Feeling one of them resting on his lower back and one on the back of his head, there was no getting away for Greg now. And Greg actually didn’t want to get away right now, ‘cause this felt right, this felt nice, this was what he could do for the rest of his life.
He noticed Nick was guiding him somewhere while he kissed him. He guided him to the bedroom with slow and small steps. Making sure Greg wouldn’t fall on the stairs, he let his lips rest on Greg’s, not wanting to lose contact for just a second.
When they reached the bedroom, Nick needed to let go of him to free Greg from the shirt. That was when he noticed it. That was when Greg noticed that the room looked like it hadn’t been used in months. It looked exactly the same like when he left three months ago. The bed wasn’t made, was actually exactly like when he had left, except that Nick wasn’t lying in it, the curtains were still in the same position and even the flowers or what was left of them were still standing on the little desk. The windows looked like they could use some proper cleaning, and the surface could use some dusting. It wasn’t like there was a lot of dust, but enough to be noticed.
Finally Nick managed to get Greg out of his shirt and threw it somewhere in the room. His lips attacked Greg’s neck, sucking and licking.
Greg moved his head and gave Nick more room to work with his lips. It felt so good to have these wonderful soft lips on his skin again, to feel all these feelings again. It was like nothing else. Nothing could explain and be compared to this feeling when Nick’s hands started roaming over his naked torso, caressing the skin with his hands, smoothing the already heated skin.
Greg’s moans and groans got louder and he pushed himself against Nick, trying to get closer to him. His hands tried to find some skin to touch, shoved Nick’s button down shirt up and let them stroke over Nick’s back. He felt how Nick’s hands left his skin, but didn’t want to open his eyes to find out where they had gone.
Pretty soon he noticed that Nick’s shirt was gone and that his hands were now working on Greg’s jeans, finally opening the button and then the fly.
Pushing down the tight fabric with the boxer shorts, Greg was suddenly naked in front of him, his jeans and boxers pooling around his ankles.
Nick let go of Greg’s neck, looking at the younger man. His eyes were darker now, but had this sparkle in them. Nick could clearly see how aroused Greg was, not just because of the impressive erection that was to be seen, but because of those eyes.
He softly pushed Greg until he landed on the soft bed, covering him just seconds later with himself. The first contact of their naked skin felt like there would be sparks everywhere. He looked deep into Greg’s eyes which were focused, if not even locked on Nick, as if he tried to memorize everything, to take in as much of Nick as possible.
Nick’s hands start roaming over Greg’s naked skin again, touching the nipples and stroking over the ivory colored skin, which seemed so beautiful.
His golden tan was a contrast so wonderful against Greg’s skin that he would have loved to make a photo with the two of them together, so that you could see the contrast.
While he kissed his way down Greg’s legs, he freed him from the shoes, the jeans and the boxers and threw them somewhere in the room. Crawling up the bed, he freed himself from his trousers and shoes, and finally the boxer shorts as well.
He laid himself over Greg again, desperate for the contact of skin and moaned loudly when both their cocks touched. It felt so great, so wonderful and the fact that Nick knew that after this night he probably wouldn’t see Greg ever again, and that he might spend tomorrow night with a client again made Nick sick. He would have loved to make his claim, show Greg to whom he belonged and where he was home, but knew that it wouldn’t be right. He had no right to be jealous or even possessive, because it was Greg’s job and Nick had always known that.
He sealed Greg’s lips with his own again, moaning into the kiss and caressing Greg’s face with his one hand while the other was looking for lube and a condom on the bedside table.
When he found what he was looking for, Nick withdrew himself from Greg, ready to prepare Greg. He noticed how Greg’s eyes wouldn’t leave him for just a second. Every movement Nick made was watched, everything taken in and processed, as if he tried to work Nick out, to understand him.
He startled when the first finger with the cold lube entered him, twisting and turning, trying to stretch him. The second finger wasn’t as cold as the first one, but still cold. With two fingers up his ass now Greg started to relax, preparing himself for what was to come next. The third finger first and then Nick’s dick. Something he actually didn’t want to experience again. No, that was a lie. Who was he trying to kid? He had wished, desired to feel this again since the day he had left Nick, but never dared of dreaming, since Nick was out of his league, although Nick would say something else.
He didn’t even notice when Nick thrust inside of him, there was that small burn but nothing major. He felt Nick’s hands on his body again, caressing his sides and teasing his nipples; stroking over his arms and circling his navel. It was something that Nick seemed to like, to touch Greg, to feel him, even taste him.
Greg was moaning by now, because Nick had found the bunch of nerves inside his tight channel that sent sparks through his whole body… that made him literally fly. By adjusting his angle, Nick made sure that with each and every thrust he would hit Greg’s prostate and get a loud and long moan from Greg.
Noticing that Greg was gripping the sheets by now, having his eyes tightly shut and writhing under him, Nick decided to take things slow. He leaned closer to Greg and pressed his lips first against Greg’s cheek and eventually started nibbling on Greg’s earlobe which got him even more moaning. His thrusts were slower and steadier by now, making sure to hit Greg’s spot every time, but not coming too fast. He wanted to savor this moment, wanted to make sure it lasted. Tomorrow would come fast enough. This was now, a moment just for the two of them, enjoying each other’s company and living for the moment,
When Nick finally wrapped his hands around Greg’s organ and started pumping, it seemed like forever. Forever until he did so and forever until Greg came, spilling his semen all over Nick’s belly and his.
Nick came right after Greg, shooting his essence into the rubber. He collapsed onto Greg, trapping the younger man under him.
Eventually he pulled out, disposed of the condom and crawled back in bed, to Greg, to pull him into his arms and hold him until the sun would rise again, a new day would start and Greg would leave. Again.
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