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Title: The Incredibly True Adventures of Two Vulgar Little Beasties in Love
Author: Catlover2x
Pairings: Nick/Greg, other
Summary: AU. It’s Thanksgiving and we all get to eat some turkey, except for the vegans amongst us. More rewarding goes on, a lot more rewarding. Greg and Nick both feel very rewarded.
Rating: Chapter 10: NC-17
Chapters: 10/17
Disclaimer: So I was talking to Greg the other day and he assured me that this whole story is true, just as he told it to me. Okay, I wasn't really talking to him so call me a liar. Therefore this is all lies.
Beta'd by the extremely elegant Liriel and the divine Miss Kennedy
Dedicated to: mangojunkie



“So you said you’d tell me later why you left after the game,” Nick asked persistently as he unwrapped his sandwich.

Greg made a mental note to himself: Nick doesn’t let go of stuff. “I guess I’m not going to get away with saying I don’t want to talk about it, huh?”

Nick grinned. “Not a chance, I want answers. Besides,” he looked down briefly, his smile faltering. “It was like everyone was happy for me but you.”

“I was happy for you!” Greg exclaimed, stung that Nick would think he didn’t care even though he didn’t know a lot about football. “I was so proud of you, to think,” he looked around and lowered his voice carefully, “My boyfriend was the hero of the game and Most Valuable Player.”

“So why didn’t you hang around?” Nick questioned him.

Greg looked down shyly, unwilling to meet his boyfriend’s eyes. “Because everyone was all over you. They were taking your picture with Warrick and Catherine and then Kristy came up–”

“You don’t think I like her, do you?” Nick asked sharply.

“Your life would be a lot easier if you did,” Greg said softly.

“I don’t want her, I want you,” Nick said, controlling his voice. It was so difficult to have this kind of conversation in the cafeteria but it had been bugging him. “I felt like it just didn’t mean that much to you. You just walked away and left me there alone. I know you’re not that into sports, but I’d hoped that you’d be happy that I did well in the game.”

Greg looked up, startled at the hurt in Nick’s voice. “I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I guess I just got caught up in feeling… left out.” He bit his lip. “I didn’t think about how you would take it because you’re like, the hero of the game and all cool and everyone in school likes you and everything.”

Nick smiled. “I’d never leave you out if it was up to me.” He sighed. “I guess maybe I’m being chicken about not being out.”

“No you’re not,” Greg protested loyally. “I don’t think I’m ready for that either.”

“Well, just remember that I want you around, okay? Even if we can’t hold hands. You would have been in the picture if I’d had my way,” Nick declared. “Even if we aren’t out, I still would have liked to walk home with you.”

“Isn’t it better talking over the game with Warrick? I really don’t know too much about football,” Greg said, feeling that he didn’t have much to offer by way of sports talk.

“You could learn,” Nick said hopefully.

“I’m trying, I looked up the positions on the internet,” Greg said. Their eyes met and they both laughed. “Not those positions,” Greg protested, giggling.

Nick leered at him. “I have to admit, those positions interest me more than football.”

“Asshole,” Greg said cheerfully, with a crooked grin at the double entendre.

“Cocksucker,” Nick responded amiably.

“Jock.”

“Geek.”

“Insanely handsome sex god,” Greg breathed quietly.

“Hot and smart, no wonder I like you,” Nick whispered.

Greg looked up, breathing hard through his parted lips. “Stop. Can’t do this at school.”

Nick nodded and they ate in silence for a few moments as they fought to control themselves.

“What’re you doing for Thanksgiving?”

“We’re going back to Texas,” Nick said sadly.

“Damn,” Greg sighed.

“Yeah, I know,” Nick groaned. “There’s really no reason for me to go, my mom just wants to check on my older brother and his wife. She’s pregnant. But they don’t want to leave me alone in a city where I don’t know anyone.”

“You know me!” Greg cried indignantly.

“In the best sense!” Nick wiggled his brows, leering at his boyfriend. “But I think they meant a responsible adult, not you.”

“Oh.” Greg considered for a moment. “You know Papa Olaf.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think he’d want me staying with him while they’re away. They’re gonna be gone for three nights.”

“I bet he would. And you don’t know until you ask,” Greg urged.

“And I don’t know if my mom would agree. I know, I won’t know till I ask.” Nick eyed Greg, who was looking pretty good to him. It had been over a week since they’d been able to be alone together for long enough to do anything.

“I’d really like to stay. Warrick invited me to his house to watch the football game after dinner,” Nick continued.

Greg’s face fell. “Is that the only reason you want to stay?”

“Of course not,” Nick said, knocking his knee against Greg’s under the cafeteria table. “You know why I want to stay. But I would like to go to Warrick’s and watch the game with him. I’d like to hear about his experiences playing college ball.”

Greg gave an exaggerated sigh. “I guess I can find something to do while you’re over there.”

“He invited you too,” Nick said.

“He did?”

The surprise in Greg’s voice was so absurd, Nick almost burst out laughing but he didn’t want to hurt Greg’s feelings so he hastily stuffed his sandwich in his mouth. When he could speak again, he said, “Yeah, he said I could bring either my boyfriend or you, whichever I preferred.”

“Huh?”

Nick marvelled; for such a bright guy, Greg was sure dense sometimes. “He knows. He’s cool with it. He likes you, he enjoys your company. Catherine will be there, so it’s like a double,” he ended cryptically.

“Okay, then, let’s talk to Papa Olaf,” Greg said in a stunned voice.

“And I’ll talk to my mom.”

~*~

It took some negotiation with both Papa Olaf and Jillian Stokes, but it was finally settled that she would allow Nick to stay at Papa Olaf’s home while she and her husband went back to Texas. They’d decided to shorten their stay, so Nick would only spend two nights with Papa Olaf but he and Greg were thrilled anyway.

Greg would not be permitted to stay there at the same time, because Wendy knew Papa Olaf wouldn’t push him to get his homework done by her deadline. In fact, she’d questioned why her father had agreed to have Nick stay, so Greg told her about Warrick’s football party and that his parents didn’t have room. Both boys were disappointed that their dream of spending an entire night together wouldn’t come true, but at least they could sneak off to Nick’s house during the day.

Nick would attend Thanksgiving dinner at Greg’s house with Papa Olaf and then the boys would go to Warrick’s for the game. Wendy did not permit televised sports in her home.

Nick had feared that the dinner might be awkward, but Papa Olaf and Greg cooked and served the dinner, their varied and combined senses of humour keeping the atmosphere light and fun. Greg got a chance to show off some of what he’d learned in home ec by making an assortment of desserts, while Papa Olaf concocted a spectacular dressing with chestnuts and smoked sausage for the turkey. Nick had contributed by making his mother’s special baked sweet potatoes with pineapple sauce, gaining the admiration of Papa Olaf and most amazingly, Wendy’s request for the recipe. Smiling politely while he grinned wickedly inside, Nick said he’d have to ask his mother first.

Greg, Nick and Papa Olaf cleaned up the kitchen, with lots of joking and laughing, while Wendy and Edward had coffee in the living room. Nick almost felt sorry for Papa Olaf as he and Greg bundled up for the cold walk to Warrick’s house. But Papa Olaf seemed content to visit with his daughter while waiting for them to return.

Greg bumped his shoulder into Nick’s as they walked. Nick giggled inwardly as he realised he found himself thinking, ‘they grow up so fast.’ When they’d first met Greg had been shorter than he, now they were almost the same height.

Greg asked, “Are you sure Warrick wanted me to come or did he say just bring any dork you find wandering the street?”

Nick rolled his eyes. “He likes you. He said to bring you.”

“He’s always polite to me but I thought he just was nice because he knew Cath spoke to me,” Greg confided. “It’s really hard to believe he likes me; he hardly knows me.”

“Well, go figure,” Nick teased. “No accounting for taste.”

“Jerk!”

“Asshole!”

Greg bumped his boyfriend hard but Nick just put his arm around the younger boy’s shoulder and kept him close. “I’m glad you’re coming.”

“Me too.”

Both boys were impressed with Warrick’s house and his parents. His father was black and his mother white, with red hair and piercing green eyes. They were both tall, slim and beautiful. They had a house full of guests and directed the boys to the basement, where they found Warrick had his own private retreat.

It was everything a bachelor pad for a really cool dude should be, dark, private and featuring a big screen TV. Catherine was already there and greeted them with the assurance of a hostess, offering sodas and snacks.

“Please, Catherine, I don’t think I’m ever going to need to eat again,” Greg said, “But I’ll take a soda.”

He followed her to the area containing a small refrigerator and microwave, feeling uncertain about exactly how to behave in front of his friends. It was one thing for them to know he was gay. It was something else entirely for them to see him and Nick touch; Greg was aware that while some people could accept homosexuality in the abstract, any overt sign of it: a kiss, a brush of the hand, would send them screaming into the night.

Also he and Nick had neglected to discuss what they were comfortable doing in front of Warrick and Catherine on the way over, so Greg tried to keep some distance between them. He accepted his soda and Nick’s from Catherine, handing it to his boyfriend from a safe distance. He sat down on the couch a good two feet from Nick, watching enviously as Catherine curled up against Warrick’s side and his arm went around her.

Without any real interest in football to occupy his mind, Greg brooded, flicking little glances over at Catherine nestled in the circle of Warrick’s arm, listening inattentively to Nick and Warrick’s comments on the game.

Therefore Greg was surprised enough to let out a little squeak when Nick casually draped his arm over his shoulder, pulling him closer. “Don’t be a stranger,” he whispered in Greg’s ear. Nick tried not to laugh at the shocked look on his boyfriend’s face as he pulled him closer.

Greg’s mind was in a spin, his body tense as he tried to hold himself away from Nick, but gradually he gave in and relaxed against his boyfriend. It felt so good to sit here with Nick’s arm around him in public. He snuck a glance over at Warrick and Catherine, but they appeared not to notice, or if they did, it certainly didn’t seem to upset them. He relaxed further, enjoying the warmth of the other boy and the hand casually stroking his arm. He paid absolutely no attention to the game, his entire focus was on Nick. He was glad that Warrick wasn’t going to quiz him after the game.

At halftime Warrick muted the TV and turned the lights on. Greg tried to pull away from Nick but the older boy just smiled at him and kept him right there. Greg experienced being publicly held by Nick in front of other people for the first time and he was in heaven.

He didn’t say much, he was too afraid of making a complete ass of himself, but this was definitely the high point of his entire life so far. Except for fucking. Making love, he immediately corrected himself. It was so far beyond mere fucking, he couldn’t fool himself any longer.

“So, Greg, I’m glad you decided to come,” Warrick remarked.

“Why?” was how Greg managed to embarrass himself; he’d been so deep in thought, none of the brakes were working.

Warrick laughed. “I didn’t get much of a chance to talk to you after Nick’s game. I kind of remember pounding on you a couple times when our man here was pulling off his MVP stunt.”

MVP? Greg’s brain was definitely not keeping up. Suddenly it clicked: most valuable player. He grinned. “Yeah, that was exciting.”

“So why’d you take off while that squirrelly reporter was taking pictures? It was only 15 minutes.”

Greg struggled, stuck for an answer. In front of this supremely confident man, how could he say because I’m a skinny gay twink and I was jealous that my boyfriend was standing around with everyone but me? His mouth hung open for a minute. Warrick’s eyes looked kind but puzzled. Greg just shook his head.

Warrick laughed. “Man, I never thought you’d be stuck for words. Spit it out.”

Slowly, Greg managed to articulate his feelings. “Because everyone respects you and Nick and Catherine. People just look at you and respect you. People look at me and laugh.”

Warrick nodded. “Yeah, see your problem. You’re not out, probably a good idea, considering. And in high school no one has a lot of respect for brains. Wait’ll you hit college, it’s a whole different world. You’ll probably be the cool kid everyone wants to hang with.”

“Yeah, right,” Greg scoffed.

“No, I get you, man. Check it out.” Warrick stood and brought Greg a picture of a dorky guy who looked a lot like Urkel. “That’s me, junior high.”

Greg laughed. He couldn’t believe it; an afro-wearing, skinny guy with big geek glasses, wearing a Members Only jacket.

Warrick laughed with him. “It’s hard to get respect when you’re different. Elementary school, I was the only black dude. Better in junior high but then I wasn’t black enough for the brothers. Wasn’t till I started to fill out some and a coach put me on the field with a ball that I won some respect. Hang in there.”

“Thanks,” Greg said gratefully, feeling awkward to be doubly exposed.

“If it’s any comfort, I respect you,” Warrick said off handedly as he sat beside Catherine again.

“Really?” Greg’s voice cracked and he felt as dorky as he did at thirteen. Which was saying something as he was having a total dork moment right now.

“You’ve got brains, you’ve got courage,” Warrick said. “You have the balls to dress how you want. You don’t need a buff body to be brave. And Catherine likes you, that’s a big recommendation to me.”

Catherine smiled at Greg. “Don’t let it go to your head, kid.”

Nick cuddled Greg who was suddenly grateful he was on the far side from the other two, as he was hoping they hadn’t seen that. “Don’t worry, he won’t.”

Walking back home later in the frosty air, Nick said, “Stop here for a minute and look at the moon.” He pointed at the stars and the silver orb that hung low in the sky. The mist made it look like it was glowing.

Greg shivered and Nick moved behind him, folding his arms around him, rubbing his cheek against Greg’s. “Think we can sneak away from your parents tomorrow?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I’ve got the key to my house. No one will be there.”

Greg felt his cock stir. He couldn’t wait till tomorrow.

~*~

Papa Olaf smiled at Nick as he hung up the phone.

“Um, I’m going out for a little while,” Nick said, striving for casual.

“Very well, have a good time. Will you return for supper?”

“Can I call you on that?” Nick asked.

“Certainly,” Papa Olaf said. He waited till Nick was halfway out the door before he called after him, “My love to Greg when you see him.” He laughed at Nick’s shocked expression. Old and crafty won over young and energetic every time.

Nick jogged to his own house. He’d taken up the habit of jogging everywhere now that he didn’t have his car. He was going to be in great shape at this rate; the hills in San Francisco killed him at first but now he was used to them.

He saw Greg walking in front of him and quieted his steps, running up behind him and catching him around the waist.

Greg squealed as Nick swung him around. “Don’t you ever do that again! I almost nailed you, I thought you were Conrad or Lloyd!”

“Oh shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t think of that,” Nick apologized. “I was just so happy to see you.”

Greg’s face was all lit up too and he said, “I guess so, when you attack me right on the street.”

“Yeah, I guess it was a bad idea all around,” Nick said in a crestfallen tone.

“Not all around,” Greg consoled him, his hands twitching. “Fuck, I wish we could hold hands.”

“Let’s run. We’ll get there quicker and have more time,” Nick suggested. “Oh, Papa Olaf sent his love.”

“You told him?” Greg gasped as he swung into a jog next to his boyfriend.

“Didn’t have to, I guess you’re right and he sees all and knows all,” Nick said.

“What time do you have to be back?”

“He just said to call,” Nick answered as he let them into his house. It felt silent and empty, just a little eerie to him. Usually just knowing his mother would be home soon made this rented house feel like home to him, but it was different with her away in Texas. He spun in the entry, pushing Greg against the door as he closed it behind them, kissing him before he’d even locked the door.

“Where do you want to do it? Kitchen? Living room?”

“How about your room?” Greg gasped out. “We haven’t done it there all that often.”

“We could take a shower together after,” Nick agreed and pulled Greg up the stairs two at a time.

“Want to be daring and leave the door open?” Greg asked.

“If that’s your idea of daring, sure.” Nick smiled and pulled his sweater over his head. His need to touch Greg’s skin was so urgent he couldn’t take the time to undress his boyfriend slowly like he wanted to. Maybe later.

“Oh don’t taunt me,” Greg warned. “I don’t think you’d like some of my more daring ideas.” He struggled with a knotted shoelace.

“We’ll see.” Nick was already naked and he bounced over the mattress to Greg’s side of the bed. He picked up Greg’s foot, feeling his boyfriend’s frantic grab for balance as he yanked the shoe off without bothering to untie it.

Finally he had Greg naked and in his bed. With a great sigh of relief, Nick rubbed himself against Greg’s smooth body. He couldn’t get enough of Greg; his scent, his taste, the feel of him. Just stroking his skin was almost enough. Almost.

They lay on their sides facing each other, legs threaded together, hands on each other’s bums as they kissed. “God I missed this,” Nick moaned.

“It’s only been less than a week.”

“And you didn’t miss me?” Nick demanded, rolling Greg on his back and pinning his wrists on either side of his head.

Greg’s brown eyes were shining up at him. “Of course I did.”

“You’d better,” Nick growled. “God, I get around you and I want to do everything to you, but there’s never enough time.” For a moment he looked so sad that Greg groped for a way to comfort him.

“We’ll have time,” was all he could come up with. He didn’t have the confidence to say, ‘We’ll always be together.’ He still couldn’t quite believe this was happening to him but he felt so very lucky.

Nick bent to kiss him and instantly they were writhing and struggling against each other, in an effort to feel more, to feel closer. They rolled together, legs tangled, arms clutching, thrusting against each other.

Greg gasped as he felt Nick’s arms crush him close; it felt so good that the idea of spending a whole night together flashed through his mind again. And then he stopped thinking altogether as he explored the other boy’s body.

He pushed Nick flat and bent to lick at his nipples. “Do you like this?”

“Yeah, not as much as you, but it looks so hot to watch you do it,” Nick answered, staring at Greg’s mouth.

“I was reading how you can learn erogenous zones, so maybe you’ll get more sensitive,” Greg said hopefully.

“Why, you really like doing that?”

Greg nodded, rolling Nick’s still wet nipples gently between his fingers. “You have excellent nips.”

Nick chuckled. “Then I will endeavor to train them as an erogenous zone. Carry on.”

Greg bent and took one in his mouth again, circling the darker skin of the aureole and nipping gently at the peaked flesh. He felt Nick’s cock jump and start to bob, hitting him on the ass and was suddenly overcome with the need to feel him inside again.

Torn between his desire to give Nick pleasure and to start to prepare himself, he jumped as he felt cool, slick fingers slide in his cleft. “Mmmph,” he said, his mouth full.

Nick stroked the delicate flesh gently, brushing over the opening. Greg was so sensitive there, it sent thrills to his cock just to watch his reactions.

Greg sat up. “I want to be on top this time.”

“Whatever you want, babe. Want me to… to…”

“Prepare me is the correct term.” Greg grinned. He leaned forward, raising his ass to give Nick room to manoeuvre. “So you like when I kiss you here?” He leaned forward and sucked experimentally at Nick’s neck.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Nick grasped.

“And here?” Greg nibbled at Nick’s collarbone.

“Mmm,” Nick moaned.

Greg started to suck hard enough to leave a mark and Nick was thrilled. He’d always thought of himself as the one to stake a claim, but there was something so hot about Greg marking him. He didn’t have gym again for week and who cared anyway; nothing about a hickey revealed the gender of the giver.

Greg sat up, viewing his work with pride. The red mark would turn into a bruise by tomorrow and whenever Nick looked at it, hopefully he would remember how he got it.

Then it was his turn to gasp as he felt a slippery finger penetrate him. He froze. The first moment was painful for him and he struggled to adjust to it.

Nick recognized the pained look and stopped moving, holding Greg with his other hand to steady him. “Okay?” he asked when Greg’s brows relaxed and he opened his eyes.

“Yeah, just go a little slow,” Greg whispered.

“Is it always gonna hurt like that?” Nick really hated that part but he was also honoured that Greg thought he was worth undergoing the discomfort.

“It says some people learn to relax and some always feel a bit of discomfort. Don’t worry about it, it’s not that bad,” Greg said reassuringly. He leaned in for a kiss and the finger slid further inside him. His hips jerked slightly and he added, “I’d still do it if it hurt twice as bad. It feels fucking fantastic when you’re fucking me. And the feeling that you’re inside my body…” He shook his head, an expression of awe on his face. “It’s amazing.”

“I’m not fucking you,” Nick said. He saw the confused look and hastened to explain. “I’m making love to you. It’s always love with us.”

Greg beamed at him and rocked back, impaling himself fully on Nick’s finger. Nick twisted his finger, searching for the magic spot and was rewarded by a buck and a moan.

“Oh, God,” Greg breathed, arching his back to allow Nick more room. Eagerly he pushed back, accepting the second finger inside. “It says to scissor them apart to stretch me,” he gasped, feeling the burn. That part wasn’t so comfortable for him, but he wasn’t complaining.

“You’ve been doing your homework,” Nick teased, almost beside himself with desire to enter Greg but not willing to before he indicated his readiness.

“Be prepared,” Greg said laughing, the boy scout creed was taking on a whole new meaning for him.

“A new badge,” Nick agreed, his eyes crinkling with laughter. “How soon do I earn mine for good preparation?”

“Right now.” Greg reached behind him and stroked Nick’s cock, which was now standing up hard and dripping.

Nick withdrew his fingers gently and reached for a condom. When he was ready, Greg reached behind him again, lining up the rigid shaft with his entrance. Gingerly, he lowered himself onto it. At least this time he knew what to expect. He relaxed his muscles as much as he could, but it still sent a throb of pain through him.

He resisted the temptation to tighten up and to his relief the pain passed off quicker than it had the first time.

Nick watched Greg’s face as he concentrated, his breath coming in heavy gasps as he slowly took him inside. Nick barely managed to force himself to remain motionless as his cock was enveloped in the tight passage.

Both boys uttered a groan when Greg was fully impaled. He sat still for a moment, adjusting the hard masculine sensation of Nick filling him.

He leaned forward to kiss Nick again, bracing his hands on either side of the other boy’s head. “I did it,” he whispered triumphantly.

“Yeah, you did, babe,” Nick said, tenderly proud of Greg.

Greg started to move, slowly at first, gasping as he felt the friction within his narrow channel. He moaned audibly as he felt Nick’s hand, slick with lube on his cock. He rocked between the hand and the cock. He’d never felt anything like that before and feeling Nick’s other hand on his ass, stroking him gently just added to the whole experience.

Nick’s cock slid by that spot deep inside with every stroke, causing a wall of flame to pass over Greg, pleasure from all the sensations fused and melted together, warming him from the inside.

“Oh, God, yes!” Greg cried out as he felt the pressure build in his groin. Then he was rocking hard and fast, his cock standing straight up, shooting his cum like a fountain to splatter on Nick’s tight abs. His orgasm was so powerful he was dizzy with it, floating in space like a shooting star.

Through partially closed eyes, he watched as Nick watched him. Nick looked awed and hot and totally turned on and into it. His hand kept moving until Greg pushed it away.

He collapsed forward onto Nick’s chest. “Oh my God…”

“Good?” Nick sounded thrilled.

“Oh yeah,” Greg said faintly. “That was fucking fantastic. You deserve a badge for that.”

Nick laughed. “I don’t need a badge, I’ve got you.”

Greg lifted his head and opened his eyes. “You want to roll?”

“Think I can stay inside while we do it?”

“Sure,” Greg said. “Just hang on and I’ll wrap my legs around you.”

Cautiously both boys managed it, Nick smiling with triumph when he was on top. “Ready?”

“Oh yeah,” Greg urged him.

Nick rolled his hips, starting to move in a slow gentle rhythm. Greg arched up under him, whimpering as his cock grew hard again.

“God, I didn’t think I could ever get it up again.”

“Did I do that?” Nick was thrilled and delighted with the younger boy’s response and proud of his own prowess.

“Oh yeah. At least you helped.” Greg wrapped his legs around Nick’s waist and ran his hands over Nick’s arms. They were so hard and muscular. It seemed like everything about Nick just turned him on.

Nick’s hips were moving faster. Soon he was thrusting in wild abandon, his hips meeting Greg’s bottom as he buried himself deeply with every stroke. Their mouths were locked together, kissing urgently as they thrust in time, bodies slick and shiny with sweat while Greg clutched at his shoulders.

His arms were braced to hold up his weight and Nick couldn’t figure out how to get a hand on Greg’s cock, but he relaxed when he realised that Greg was stroking himself. His thrusts got shorter and more abrupt as he got closer but he tried to hold on, waiting for Greg.

Greg tore his mouth away, crying out as his second orgasm hit him, his hand a blur. Nick gasped and cried out in turn as he felt all the inner muscles ripple around him, pulling his cock deeper. The increased tightness sent him over the edge; one moment he was teetering on the brink, the next he was cumming, driving hard inside Greg with the urge to plant his seed deep. The waves of pleasure pulsed through him in gradually diminishing surges.

Finally he came to rest, leaning his head on Greg’s chest, listening to the beat of his heart, feeling hands stroking his back.

Presently he looked up to see Greg smile. It was such a beautiful smile and there were no barriers in his eyes. It was as if Nick was looking into his very soul. It was a moment too precious for words.

Nick moaned as he felt himself go limp and he grabbed the condom, pulling out gingerly and it was Greg’s turn to moan when he felt the emptiness. Nick took care of the condom and grabbed for the tissues, wiping their stomachs clean.

“Shower or nap?”

“Nap first, then shower,” Greg answered and yawned.

Nick set the alarm and sank down next to Greg, gathering him in his arms, sighing with happiness as he felt his boyfriend’s arms go around him.

Snuggling was the second best thing, right after sex, was his last conscious thought.

~*~

Slowly Nick woke up, long before the alarm went off. He was curled protectively around Greg’s body as they lay on their sides, spooning. He propped his cheek on one hand, running the other lightly over Greg’s slim arm.

Greg asleep was so different from Greg awake. Awake, his eyes commanded all of Nick’s attention. Large and dark, framed with lush lashes, they were expressive and full of intelligence and humour. Nick loved looking into them and watching the play of expression over his face.

Asleep Greg looked younger, innocent, and too young to be having sex with anyone and Nick had a moment of guilt, wondering if Greg was certain about what they were doing. Then he remembered the younger boy’s enthusiasm and eagerness and let go of it.

Sleep softened the angles of his body as he lay relaxed to the point of seeming boneless in Nick’s arms. Nick trailed his fingers gently over the curves and hollows, dips and flat planes that made up the perfect masculine beauty of the body that he desired more than he could ever have imagined.

He touched Greg’s cock gently. Limp it was soft as a rose petal, so different from when it stood hard and proudly erect. Nick had never actually taken the time to look at it when it was soft before; usually they were both hard before they even got their shoes off.

He wanted to wake Greg and stroke him, watch as the alchemy of desire transformed the small vulnerable penis in his hand into an erect powerful cock. He wanted to suck it.

He looked up to find that Greg’s eyes were open and he was smiling as he watched Nick’s exploration.

“Sit up,” Nick urged, pulling Greg up.

Greg yawned and stretched, every muscle standing out under his pale skin for a moment, then crossed his legs and sat facing Nick.

Nick crossed his legs, sitting close enough so their knees touched. He slid his hands up and down Greg’s arms. “”You’re beautiful.”

His words were so sincere, it didn’t occur to Greg to dispute them. He felt beautiful when Nick looked at him that way, with more than mere desire in his eyes.

“You are too.”

Nick allowed a hand drift down over Greg’s chest, lower over his stomach, finally coming to rest on his soft cock, feeling the first stirring of response. He leaned forward to kiss Greg’s lips, softly and lushly.

He felt Greg’s hands stroke his thighs and their knees touch as they leaned toward each other. The kiss was soft and Greg’s mouth was warm and sweet but it set Nick on fire.

He felt a throb in Greg’s cock as he closed his fingers around it. He broke the kiss to stare as Greg’s cock hardened and lengthened in his hand. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen and he watched, mesmerized as he stroked it gently. It sent a thrill through him to know that he wielded the power to arouse Greg with a touch and a kiss.

Their eyes met and all the barriers were down. Greg asked a question wordlessly and Nick nodded quickly. Nick realised he was as hard as Greg and he hadn’t yet been touched. Their lips came together in a hungry passionate kiss.

Nick pulled Greg up from the bed and led the way into the bathroom.

“Are you sure?” Greg asked, his voice quivering with excitement or fear.

“Oh yeah,” was all Nick said but his smile was warm and sure. “I want you to fuck me now.”

He turned on the shower, testing the water. Greg ran for the bedroom.

“What’s up?”

“Lube. Probably need a lot because it isn’t waterproof.”

Nick chuckled. “Been doing your homework again, huh?”

“Be prepared.” The grin Greg threw at Nick could have lit up a stadium at night, Nick decided. He knew that this was the right thing to do and it was such a good feeling to be sure.

Greg put the bottle of lube on the edge of the bathtub along with a couple of condoms. Nick pulled him inside the tub and held him where the water ran over both their bodies, leaving shiny trails on both golden skin and pale.

Greg slid himself sideways over Nick’s chest, causing the other boy to gasp with the sheer unfamiliar sensuousness of wet skin gliding against wet skin. Greg pulled away and lathered his chest and stomach, pulling Nick closer. The slickness of the soap made them much more slippery and their cocks slid luxuriously against each other, trapped between their bodies. The warmth of the water gave the moment a timeless quality, as if they need do nothing more than stay there touching each other for the rest of their lives.

Greg felt Nick’s tongue flick into his mouth and he sucked on it, wanting to prolong the kiss. Now that the moment had come for him to take Nick, he was breathless, scared to death and yet he felt he owned the earth and sky. And soon he would own Nick. That the older boy would allow him to do this, no, wanted him to do this made it all the more momentous.

Greg soaped his hands and let them trail down Nick’s back to the swell of his ass, cupping the perfect round globes in his palms. He let his fingers glide in the cleft between Nick’s buttocks, feeling hips thrust against his and the huff of hot air on his cheek as Nick let out a startled gasp.

“Okay?”

“Very okay,” Nick said quietly, shaken with the tingle that shot through his body at the gentle touch. “I had no idea…”

Greg smiled, feeling more confident. He stroked the cleft surely, allowing his fingers to linger on the small depression, relishing the breath hitching in Nick’s chest as he submerged himself in the sensation.

With his other hand, he stroked Nick’s rampant cock, wanting to make him tremble and groan with pleasure. So far, he gave himself high marks for his first time making love. Nick’s eyes were half closed and glazed with passion, his mouth was open, fingers biting into Greg’s buttocks, straining to hold him close.

Greg bent his head and bit gently at one of Nick’s nipples, thrilled with the older boy’s reaction. Nick arched and groaned as the enjoyable sensations washed over him like a tidal wave, flooding him with pleasure.

Greg reached for the lube, using it to slick up the crease. He loosened Nick’s grip and turned the other boy, suddenly compliant with need, to face the wall, lifting his hands to the tile. He twined his fingers with Nick’s, holding the other boy’s hands on either side of his head while sliding his erection between Nick’s cheeks.

Nick groaned with ecstasy and he pushed his ass back against Greg. He could feel the hot hard dick sliding in his crack and he moaned, almost sobbing with the glorious thrill of the moment. He’d always seen himself in the role of aggressor, the taker and now he was completely open, giving himself over to Greg. He had never thought he could manage the whole-hearted generosity of the younger boy, but he wanted to give Greg the gift of himself, all of him, something he’d never given anyone else. And of all wonders, it was a gift that Greg seemed to want.

A slippery finger paused at Nick’s entrance and he bent at the waist, pushing back to hasten the invasion. Greg stopped him, gripping his hip with surprising strength.

“Don’t rush. Enjoy it. Be in the moment.”

Nick nodded and relaxed, resting his cheek against the tile wall, feeling the coolness in sharp contrast to the heat raging through his entire body.

Greg pushed inside, pausing for Nick to come to grips with the new sensation. Nick trembled, wanting more, craving to experience what it felt like from the other side. Greg pressed more firmly and his finger slid inside. Nick’s hips started to flex and his cock stood up against his stomach. He couldn’t speak.

Greg moved his finger, searching for the magic spot. He knew he’d found it when Nick gave a long soft moan and closed his eyes.

“Like that?” he asked in delight, thrilled to be sharing this pleasure with Nick. Wordlessly Nick nodded, waiting for more.

Greg moved his finger slowly in and out, feeling Nick’s muscles relax and pulled out to insert two fingers. Nick took them in silently; he felt the stretch and the burn that Greg had mentioned. He froze but he didn’t want Greg to stop. With exquisite empathy, Greg allowed Nick time to acclimate again, recognizing the slight movement of his hips that signaled that Nick was ready for more.

With every brush of the spot deep inside, Nick pushed back, hungry with the need to be filled. “Oh please, oh please, oh please,” he begged.

He felt empty when the fingers were gone, empty and waiting. He kept his eyes closed, listening for clues as to what Greg was doing.

Greg turned and put on the condom, hastily applying more lube before he turned back to Nick, holding the other boy by the hip with one hand as he lined himself up. Nick could feel the blunt tip of Greg’s organ at his entrance and shivered with excitement.

His arousal was heightened by the passive role he was playing; he waited for Greg to initiate every move. His cock bounced as he felt the first tentative push, then a harder one and Greg was inside him. He froze as the pain bit into his flesh, turning to a sting which melted into warmth and a feeling of completeness.

Greg trembled with the need to hold still; Nick’s muscles gripped his cock, surrounding him in a velvet grip, hot and firm and unlike anything he’d ever felt. The thrill of possessing Nick swept through him and like a wolf claiming his own, he bit down on Nick’s shoulder, holding him still. One arm was clamped around Nick’s waist, with the other hand he groped for Nick’s erection, stroking it to ease the pain of being penetrated.

Greg pulled out slowly and just as slowly pushed back inside and Nick found his voice, crying out with the ecstasy of the other boy’s hard cock touching secret places inside him. Greg raised a hand, turning Nick’s face and kissed him. “I love you, Nick,” he cried as he started to thrust, short careful thrusts, taking care not to hurt his boyfriend.

Nick was lost, dizzy with the sensation of the strong arm holding him close, the gentle hand stroking his cock and the thrill of being fucked for the first time, of Greg’s dick in his ass. His cock was close to exploding and he looked down to watch the slender fingers moving up and down caressing it. As he watched, his orgasm spurted over Greg’s hand, bright fireworks blinded him and he let out a wild cry, calling Greg’s name.

Greg stopped moving, his hand gentling Nick through the last of his orgasm, holding him as he sagged against the wall. “Are you okay?” he whispered.

“Yeah,” Nick whispered, smiling sweetly. “How about you?”

“I’ll pull out and finish myself off,” Greg offered. His cock throbbed inside Nick’s passage and he wanted to continue fucking, but he didn’t want to hurt Nick.

“No.” Nick reached back with one hand and held Greg’s bum to keep him from moving away. “Come inside me. Please.”

Greg growled and started moving, thrusting hard into Nick. Each drive pushed him closer and he looked down to see himself disappearing inside Nick’s body and then he was straining with the intensity of his orgasm, hanging on for dear life. Nothing had ever been so hot or tight around his cock. He sagged against Nick in his turn, feeling the other boy’s arms tremble with the burden of both their weight.

He moaned as he felt his limp cock slip from Nick’s body. Nick turned and they were in each other’s arms, kissing.

“Was it okay?” Greg asked.

“It was unbelievable,” Nick said. “Let’s get out before we turn into prunes.”

Greg laughed weakly. “I think it’s too late.” He held up his hand and Nick grabbed it, kissing each wrinkled fingertip one at a time.

~*~

Greg woke up, jerking slightly as he recognized that he was in Nick’s room. The golden light slanting in through the window told him it was getting late and soon they would have to leave. He found himself cuddled against Nick under the blankets, his hair only slightly damp. They’d toweled off, staggered into the bedroom and fallen straight into bed, too tired to do more than share one kiss before they fell asleep. Apparently Nick had pulled the blankets up over them.

Nick looked so young to him when he was asleep. His mouth was open, his face relaxed and his usually knowing eyes closed. The light gleamed on his burnished skin, gilding him to a polished glow. His muscles were hard and lean, but perfectly proportioned. For a moment, Greg wanted to sneak away, sure that he would wake up to find he’d dreamt all of it. He pinched himself and Nick laughed.

“Afraid you’re dreaming?”

Greg looked up warily, hoping Nick wasn’t making fun of him, but the other boy was looking sympathetic.

“I know how you feel,” Nick continued. “I can’t believe we got to make love twice, sleep together and take a shower. It’s like a dream come true.”

A big grin spread over Greg’s face. “From no sex life to this is pretty amazing.”

“I’m glad you thought of asking Papa Olaf to let me stay,” Nick said. His face fell as he added, “No way are they going to let me stay here for Christmas though.”

“Yeah,” Greg agreed sadly. “I’m sure you’ll be glad to see your brother and sisters though.”

“I’d love it, but only if they let you come too.” Nick checked his watch and yawned. “I’m hungry. I guess we better get up, there’s nothing to eat here.”

“Yeah, I have to go home to eat,” Greg said, tracing a finger over Nick’s jaw and down his throat.

“How do you feel when I fuck you?” Nick asked.

“Promise you won’t laugh?”

“I won’t laugh,” Nick said seriously, his heart exposed in his eyes.

“I feel like we’re as close as two people can get when you’re inside me. I can feel you fill me, not just physically, but like I’m whole. It feels so good, it’s like I can’t breathe and I can’t think, all I can do is feel you. I feel like you know me.” Greg paused, struggling to articulate these new feelings. “Like we’re complete when we’re together.” His voice changed and he continued, “Of course seeing your hands on me, feeling you kiss me and when you’re fucking me hard, it’s hotter than I ever could have imagined. I’ve never been hornier in my life and I get around you and it’s like I’m a walking erection.”

Nick laughed and then said seriously, “Me too. I’ve never met anyone like you. I’ve never wanted to be this open with anyone, but I feel safe with you.”

They linked hands, smiling at each other, unable to find the words perfect enough to express how they were feeling. After all they were guys, they weren’t supposed to say goopy love stuff; they’d already said I love you more often than either of them had expected to.

The light grew dimmer in the room and reluctantly they pulled themselves out of bed and dressed. Nick made the bed and took a last look around the room. He went into the bathroom, coming back with an empty condom packet in his hand. He wrapped it in tissue and threw it in the trash.

“Can’t leave too many clues, or they’ll never leave me alone here again,” Nick grinned.

“Yeah,” Greg said. “And we probably shouldn’t touch each other too much either.”

“Gimme a kiss,” Nick demanded and they pressed together, kissing as the light continued to fade. A lamp clicked on and they jumped apart, breathing heavily, then Nick laughed. “Timer. My mom always puts the lights on timers when they go away.”

“We’d better get going.”

“Yeah,” Nick agreed. “Papa Olaf wanted to know if I’d be back for supper.”

“You’re coming over for leftover turkey,” Greg said with a grin. “Wendy told me.”

“He was yanking my chain,” Nick said, a little indignant that he was the only one who hadn’t known he’d be seeing Greg that evening.

“Remember, no touching, just be cool.”

Nick nodded and locked the front door behind them. They set off for Greg’s house, unaware that their happy faces and glowing eyes told the story to any observer who cared enough to see but no one was watching.

~*~

Papa Olaf watched Greg and Nick that evening, aware that his daughter, for all her experience and degree in psychology, had not yet noticed the intimacy growing between the two boys.

For some reason, the casual touches were missing tonight. Perhaps that’s what attracted his attention. Usually Nick would touch Greg in some way, an arm over his shoulder, a hand on his chest, looking at him with that devilish grin and handsome face. Greg was less likely to return the touch, but he would every now and then.

Tonight, however, the two boys kept a careful distance between them. They were both in good spirits, laughing and joking under the unseeing eyes of Greg’s parents, but they stayed on opposite sides of the room.

Papa Olaf looked up at the right moment to intercept a searing look from Nick, like a flame it was and the same glow was reflected in Greg’s eyes. The look was a caress, it was so intimate. Just that one look told Papa Olaf the whole story. He’d suspected but now he knew for sure how things stood; the two of them were in love.

He watched Greg’s eyes, so unguarded and open for the first time in a long while and Papa Olaf trembled for him. His Greg was tough, yes, but he was a tender soul and Papa Olaf dreaded whenever he came to see him hurt.

He turned to look at Nick, but the same whole-hearted absorption was obvious in his eyes. So now, Papa Olaf didn’t know what to think. He would watch over them both and pray to God for them.

~*~

Nick was relieved to be back with his parents. On their last day, Papa Olaf had been seized with a sudden desire to haul out all his photographs and tell the story behind each one. He’d kept Greg and Nick enthralled, amused and horrified with his stories of his life in Europe and during the war. He was entertaining and charmed them into forgetting the passing hours with the result that Nick’s parents came by to pick him up without the two boys having had time for more than a stolen kiss while Papa Olaf was out of the room.

Greg was intuitive enough to realise the Papa Olaf was watching him, but glad that his grandfather didn’t seem to want to talk about whatever was on his mind.

“Greg, now, an hour ago you were laughing and smiling. What then is wrong?”

Greg sighed. Somehow everything seemed so flat now that Nick had gone back home. “It was great having Nick here.”

“You will see him in less than twelve hours when you go to school,” Papa Olaf pointed out.

“I know but it’s not the same.” Greg sighed and then smiled up at his grandfather. “Tell that story again where your father set fire to the Christmas tree.”

Papa Olaf launched into the story with great vigour, wondering if honour demanded that he give Jillian a hint.

~*~

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