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nickngregTitle: Kink
chapter: 7 of 15
authors:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
it_glitters and mangojunkie
Rating: NC-17
spoilers: none, since AU
warnings: sexual content
summary: Things are changing and Nick finds himself asking for something he never thought he would.
Everything had changed since he came to be with Greg, including his sleeping habits. Greg’s hours became Nick’s hours, and Nick had even become accustomed to waking up to find Greg doing something, anything. Greg was always idling in the hall or cooking something, but this day, Greg was, in fact, no where to be found. And Nick felt upset about it – he had found solace in having some sort of set pattern – and Greg not being there was a break in the pattern.
Nick wandered though the hallways and into the kitchen. Greg had left fresh fruit on the table that looked incredibly tempting. He plucked up a ripe strawberry, bit into it and looked out the window. That was when he saw the most erotic thing he could have ever imagined.
Greg was outside, shirtless; sweat gleaming off his firm chest as he trimmed on of the numerous bushes. Nick would have assumed that Greg would have hired someone to do it for him, but he hadn’t. Greg was pruning his own bushes, and Nick found it incredibly arousing.
Part of him wanted to go to the garden and lay down with Greg – to let Greg ravish him and posses him. But, there was still something that held him back – there was still a fear… and maybe something more – something that made him want to wait until it was right. It didn’t stop him from staring though
Finally, Nick tore himself from the window and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. He stepped outside into the warm evening and walked to Greg, trying to keep the image of Greg taking him on a bed of rose petals out of his head.
“Looks like hard work, Greg. Thought you might like a drink of water,” he said, handing Greg the bottle.
Greg held the bottle to his neck, and Nick watched as beads of sweat and condensation rolled from Greg’s neck, over his chest, and then down to his nipples. Nick forced himself to look at the ground. “So you do your own work out here?”
“Much as I can,” Greg said, as he unscrewed the cap and took a deep drink. “I have someone come in once a month and do what I can’t, but I like it out here.”
“Yeah.” Nick felt stupid letting that word slip from his mouth, but it was all his oversexed brain could come up with.
“So, I have to go to work for a bit tonight. I didn’t want to, but duty calls, you know?”
“I won’t leave.” Another thing Nick felt stupid for saying.
“I wasn’t really worried about that,” Greg said, wiping his brow. “I should take a shower.”
“Yeah.” Nick was practically drooling now. “You look hot… I mean… it’s hot out here.”
“I got you,” Greg said winking as he passed Nick too closely, allowing Nick to inhale the musty scent of flowers, dirt, sweat, and Greg.
…..
Nick sat like an excited schoolchild waiting for their first ever bus ride for Greg to get out of the shower. He was practically twitching with excesses energy – and he tried not to think about why, tried to push the image of Greg covered in sweat in the garden. He had given up on trying to act nonchalant about the whole situation. He was finally getting comfortable and used to having Greg around – and now Greg was leaving him; for the first time in 5 days, Nick was going to be alone. There would be no inappropriate petting, or sexual shows, no one to talk idly with about nothing. Just him, alone, in that big house.
And at the moment, all Nick wanted to do was tell Greg about the birds that he had seen in the backyard. That was the amazing thing about Greg’s indulgences – they never seemed like indulgences. At home, when Nick wanted to talk about birds, Michael would either tell him to go away, or he would sit there, sipping a glass of wine until the entire bottle was gone. Then he would make some comment that showed that he had not heard a single word that Nick had said.
But, Greg… Greg listened. He actively tried to be a part of the conversation – even conversations that would have bored the daylights out of anyone else. And Nick swore he even saw Greg surfing the Discovery Channel website’s section on native Nevada birds after he had mentioned that he liked to watch birds.
“Well, don’t you look excitable?” Greg said as he sauntered in, taking a place next to Nick on the couch. “So, what is it?”
Nick hesitated as he watched Greg stretch at the other end of the couch. “Well… I saw these birds…”
Several hours later Nick was still babbling on about one subject or another, but Greg was now lying in his arms. Nick didn’t particularly remember when Greg had made his way there, but he wasn’t bothered by it now. He also didn’t mind the way Greg was kissing the tips of his fingers.
“Shit, it’s nearly 10,” Nick said as he looked at the clock and remembered Greg saying something about having to leave.
“Huh?” Greg said, shooting up from his location in Nick’s embrace. “Fuck, I was supposed to be in an hour ago!”
“It’s so my fault,” Nick said, as sat up properly on the couch, watching Greg scramble for his things.
Greg came back to him and kissed him lightly. “Of course it’s your fault – you get talking and I can’t stop listening,” he said smiling as he kissed Nick once more, this time, Nick kissed back. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
….
Greg was surprised when he got home only a few hours later. Nick had gone back to bed… but it didn’t seem that he was asleep – there was something else going on in Nick’s bedroom. And based on the moans emanating from it, it was something good.
Greg entered the room and saw Nick, covers thrown off, naked to the world and stroking himself. His eyes were closed and it was hard to tell if Nick was awake or not, but he was saying something that sounded a lot like ‘Suck me, Greg.’ Greg felt the need to comply with this request – he crawled up the bed and paused over Nick’s writhing body.
“I’m going to put my mouth on you now,” Greg whispered, settling himself between Nick’s splayed thighs. Nick responded by grabbing the back of Greg’s head and forcing him to his erect cock.
Greg paused and teased the tip with his lips, suckling gently on the precum that Nick had worked up in his dream state. He had waited so long to taste Nick and it was everything that he had hoped for. Pausing only for a moment more, he opened his mouth and took only the head inside. Nick thrust up, wanting more – anything – deeper in the throat – a hand – anything.
Greg wanted to wait – wanted to draw it out. He wanted to hear Nick beg for it. And Greg knew that Nick wasn’t beyond asking for it – he just needed some persuasion. If what Greg had heard when he had come in was any indication of what Nick was feeling, then Greg knew this was to be more that just a blowjob.
Greg stopped and grabbed the base of Nick’s cock. “What were you dreaming about?”
“Fuck… Why’d you stop?” Nick moaned as he leaned up against the pillows.
“I just wanted to know.”
Nick was panting from both the mental stimulation of dreaming and having just had Greg’s mouth on him. “Stick your finger in me.”
Greg was taken aback. “What?”
“Stick your fucking finger in my ass and I’ll tell you,” he groaned as he fell back against the pillows.
Greg sucked on his index finger and pressed it to Nick’s hole, which was already pulsating – either Nick had been fingering himself, or it was one amazing dream. Greg pushed his finger in. “Tell me about your dream.”
“Suck me… suck me good. Move you finger… I dreamed about you and your toys,” he panted out as Greg moved his mouth back onto Nick. Greg had never imagined that Nick would have been so vocal – but it must have had something to do with still be locked in the haze of a sex dream.
Greg opened his throat in response to Nick’s unrestrained thrusts. “I dreamt you had your toy – that one in here – under the bed. You left… with … and the video… with the men.”
Greg laid flat against the bed and thrust into the sheets – he knew what Nick was talking about, it was the double-headed dildo. Greg tried to smile around Nick’s cock – a finger in Nick’s ass, his palm flat against Nick’s balls and his mouth sucking hungrily. He was going to come from sucking Nick, and it didn’t matter that it was going to be all over the inside of an Armani suit.
“We were in the garden – and you were all sweaty and… you wanted me, and had laid everything out for us. Then you put it in you first – so… so slow. I opened you up, but you… you put it in.” Greg could tell it was getting harder and harder for Nick to force the words out. Greg could feel himself growing closer, even with only the sheets to satisfy his need. “And then I opened myself… and leaned in. Our asses slamming together as we fucked. We were so connected…” Nick grasped the back of Greg’s head. Greg felt Nick’s balls hitch up and he prepared himself for the onslaught of Nick’s seed.
“We came,” Nick panted, “at the same… TIME!” he screamed as he released into Greg’s waiting throat. Greg tasted the salty elixir and thrust once more against the sheets before grunting and coming.
Greg shuddered once more before pulling his finger out and leaning against Nick’s thigh. He felt Nick’s hand combing through his hair. “You okay, Greg?”
“Yeah,” he said, coughing a bit.
“I thought I choked you – I came and then you came, and I was still in your mouth. How did you not bite me?”
“Incredible self restraint.”
“Fuck.”
“So, you were dreaming about me then?”
“Yeah,” Nick said sheepishly, turning from Greg. His eyes caught the clock – it was only 2 in the morning. “You weren’t gone long?”
Greg threw his arm over Nick. “I missed you already. And I came in, and you were yelling something awful.”
“Fuck. I told you to put your finger in me, didn’t I?”
“Orgasm that good?” Greg asked as he yawned – his had been that good.
“Greg, I don’t know what’s happening here, but you can’t sleep here tonight,” he said as he pushed Greg away. He knew if Greg stayed in his bed it would only lead to something more. Greg kissed him on the neck once more and left.
Nick watched Greg leave, and then lay awake, staring at the ceiling, not sure of what to think. Everything that had happened before could have been under questionable circumstances, but this time – he had wanted it, asked for it, begged for it. He went into the bathroom to take a quick shower – there was no way that he could think about what he really wanted if he could still feel Greg’s mouth on his dick.
Getting out of the shower, he thought about changing the sheets. But, he didn’t want to – he wanted something that Greg had touched. And this time, he wasn’t afraid of that. He was beginning to see what Greg had been saying all along – about Michael, about love, about life.
chapter: 7 of 15
authors:
it_glitters and mangojunkieRating: NC-17
spoilers: none, since AU
warnings: sexual content
summary: Things are changing and Nick finds himself asking for something he never thought he would.
Everything had changed since he came to be with Greg, including his sleeping habits. Greg’s hours became Nick’s hours, and Nick had even become accustomed to waking up to find Greg doing something, anything. Greg was always idling in the hall or cooking something, but this day, Greg was, in fact, no where to be found. And Nick felt upset about it – he had found solace in having some sort of set pattern – and Greg not being there was a break in the pattern.
Nick wandered though the hallways and into the kitchen. Greg had left fresh fruit on the table that looked incredibly tempting. He plucked up a ripe strawberry, bit into it and looked out the window. That was when he saw the most erotic thing he could have ever imagined.
Greg was outside, shirtless; sweat gleaming off his firm chest as he trimmed on of the numerous bushes. Nick would have assumed that Greg would have hired someone to do it for him, but he hadn’t. Greg was pruning his own bushes, and Nick found it incredibly arousing.
Part of him wanted to go to the garden and lay down with Greg – to let Greg ravish him and posses him. But, there was still something that held him back – there was still a fear… and maybe something more – something that made him want to wait until it was right. It didn’t stop him from staring though
Finally, Nick tore himself from the window and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. He stepped outside into the warm evening and walked to Greg, trying to keep the image of Greg taking him on a bed of rose petals out of his head.
“Looks like hard work, Greg. Thought you might like a drink of water,” he said, handing Greg the bottle.
Greg held the bottle to his neck, and Nick watched as beads of sweat and condensation rolled from Greg’s neck, over his chest, and then down to his nipples. Nick forced himself to look at the ground. “So you do your own work out here?”
“Much as I can,” Greg said, as he unscrewed the cap and took a deep drink. “I have someone come in once a month and do what I can’t, but I like it out here.”
“Yeah.” Nick felt stupid letting that word slip from his mouth, but it was all his oversexed brain could come up with.
“So, I have to go to work for a bit tonight. I didn’t want to, but duty calls, you know?”
“I won’t leave.” Another thing Nick felt stupid for saying.
“I wasn’t really worried about that,” Greg said, wiping his brow. “I should take a shower.”
“Yeah.” Nick was practically drooling now. “You look hot… I mean… it’s hot out here.”
“I got you,” Greg said winking as he passed Nick too closely, allowing Nick to inhale the musty scent of flowers, dirt, sweat, and Greg.
…..
Nick sat like an excited schoolchild waiting for their first ever bus ride for Greg to get out of the shower. He was practically twitching with excesses energy – and he tried not to think about why, tried to push the image of Greg covered in sweat in the garden. He had given up on trying to act nonchalant about the whole situation. He was finally getting comfortable and used to having Greg around – and now Greg was leaving him; for the first time in 5 days, Nick was going to be alone. There would be no inappropriate petting, or sexual shows, no one to talk idly with about nothing. Just him, alone, in that big house.
And at the moment, all Nick wanted to do was tell Greg about the birds that he had seen in the backyard. That was the amazing thing about Greg’s indulgences – they never seemed like indulgences. At home, when Nick wanted to talk about birds, Michael would either tell him to go away, or he would sit there, sipping a glass of wine until the entire bottle was gone. Then he would make some comment that showed that he had not heard a single word that Nick had said.
But, Greg… Greg listened. He actively tried to be a part of the conversation – even conversations that would have bored the daylights out of anyone else. And Nick swore he even saw Greg surfing the Discovery Channel website’s section on native Nevada birds after he had mentioned that he liked to watch birds.
“Well, don’t you look excitable?” Greg said as he sauntered in, taking a place next to Nick on the couch. “So, what is it?”
Nick hesitated as he watched Greg stretch at the other end of the couch. “Well… I saw these birds…”
Several hours later Nick was still babbling on about one subject or another, but Greg was now lying in his arms. Nick didn’t particularly remember when Greg had made his way there, but he wasn’t bothered by it now. He also didn’t mind the way Greg was kissing the tips of his fingers.
“Shit, it’s nearly 10,” Nick said as he looked at the clock and remembered Greg saying something about having to leave.
“Huh?” Greg said, shooting up from his location in Nick’s embrace. “Fuck, I was supposed to be in an hour ago!”
“It’s so my fault,” Nick said, as sat up properly on the couch, watching Greg scramble for his things.
Greg came back to him and kissed him lightly. “Of course it’s your fault – you get talking and I can’t stop listening,” he said smiling as he kissed Nick once more, this time, Nick kissed back. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
….
Greg was surprised when he got home only a few hours later. Nick had gone back to bed… but it didn’t seem that he was asleep – there was something else going on in Nick’s bedroom. And based on the moans emanating from it, it was something good.
Greg entered the room and saw Nick, covers thrown off, naked to the world and stroking himself. His eyes were closed and it was hard to tell if Nick was awake or not, but he was saying something that sounded a lot like ‘Suck me, Greg.’ Greg felt the need to comply with this request – he crawled up the bed and paused over Nick’s writhing body.
“I’m going to put my mouth on you now,” Greg whispered, settling himself between Nick’s splayed thighs. Nick responded by grabbing the back of Greg’s head and forcing him to his erect cock.
Greg paused and teased the tip with his lips, suckling gently on the precum that Nick had worked up in his dream state. He had waited so long to taste Nick and it was everything that he had hoped for. Pausing only for a moment more, he opened his mouth and took only the head inside. Nick thrust up, wanting more – anything – deeper in the throat – a hand – anything.
Greg wanted to wait – wanted to draw it out. He wanted to hear Nick beg for it. And Greg knew that Nick wasn’t beyond asking for it – he just needed some persuasion. If what Greg had heard when he had come in was any indication of what Nick was feeling, then Greg knew this was to be more that just a blowjob.
Greg stopped and grabbed the base of Nick’s cock. “What were you dreaming about?”
“Fuck… Why’d you stop?” Nick moaned as he leaned up against the pillows.
“I just wanted to know.”
Nick was panting from both the mental stimulation of dreaming and having just had Greg’s mouth on him. “Stick your finger in me.”
Greg was taken aback. “What?”
“Stick your fucking finger in my ass and I’ll tell you,” he groaned as he fell back against the pillows.
Greg sucked on his index finger and pressed it to Nick’s hole, which was already pulsating – either Nick had been fingering himself, or it was one amazing dream. Greg pushed his finger in. “Tell me about your dream.”
“Suck me… suck me good. Move you finger… I dreamed about you and your toys,” he panted out as Greg moved his mouth back onto Nick. Greg had never imagined that Nick would have been so vocal – but it must have had something to do with still be locked in the haze of a sex dream.
Greg opened his throat in response to Nick’s unrestrained thrusts. “I dreamt you had your toy – that one in here – under the bed. You left… with … and the video… with the men.”
Greg laid flat against the bed and thrust into the sheets – he knew what Nick was talking about, it was the double-headed dildo. Greg tried to smile around Nick’s cock – a finger in Nick’s ass, his palm flat against Nick’s balls and his mouth sucking hungrily. He was going to come from sucking Nick, and it didn’t matter that it was going to be all over the inside of an Armani suit.
“We were in the garden – and you were all sweaty and… you wanted me, and had laid everything out for us. Then you put it in you first – so… so slow. I opened you up, but you… you put it in.” Greg could tell it was getting harder and harder for Nick to force the words out. Greg could feel himself growing closer, even with only the sheets to satisfy his need. “And then I opened myself… and leaned in. Our asses slamming together as we fucked. We were so connected…” Nick grasped the back of Greg’s head. Greg felt Nick’s balls hitch up and he prepared himself for the onslaught of Nick’s seed.
“We came,” Nick panted, “at the same… TIME!” he screamed as he released into Greg’s waiting throat. Greg tasted the salty elixir and thrust once more against the sheets before grunting and coming.
Greg shuddered once more before pulling his finger out and leaning against Nick’s thigh. He felt Nick’s hand combing through his hair. “You okay, Greg?”
“Yeah,” he said, coughing a bit.
“I thought I choked you – I came and then you came, and I was still in your mouth. How did you not bite me?”
“Incredible self restraint.”
“Fuck.”
“So, you were dreaming about me then?”
“Yeah,” Nick said sheepishly, turning from Greg. His eyes caught the clock – it was only 2 in the morning. “You weren’t gone long?”
Greg threw his arm over Nick. “I missed you already. And I came in, and you were yelling something awful.”
“Fuck. I told you to put your finger in me, didn’t I?”
“Orgasm that good?” Greg asked as he yawned – his had been that good.
“Greg, I don’t know what’s happening here, but you can’t sleep here tonight,” he said as he pushed Greg away. He knew if Greg stayed in his bed it would only lead to something more. Greg kissed him on the neck once more and left.
Nick watched Greg leave, and then lay awake, staring at the ceiling, not sure of what to think. Everything that had happened before could have been under questionable circumstances, but this time – he had wanted it, asked for it, begged for it. He went into the bathroom to take a quick shower – there was no way that he could think about what he really wanted if he could still feel Greg’s mouth on his dick.
Getting out of the shower, he thought about changing the sheets. But, he didn’t want to – he wanted something that Greg had touched. And this time, he wasn’t afraid of that. He was beginning to see what Greg had been saying all along – about Michael, about love, about life.
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