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nickngregTitle: Kink
chapter: 8 of 15
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it_glitters and mangojunkie
Rating: NC-17
spoilers: none, since AU
warnings: sexual content
summary: Nick is alone at the mansion again and decides on exploring the house a little.
A/N: SURPRISE,beacuse you have all been so good =)You get another update between the usual ones =)
Ever since he had found that toy in Greg’s living room, Nick had been petrified to look in any closed area. But, as the week had progressed, Nick had become more and more curious about the possibilities.
Greg had to leave for the club and left him utterly alone – and he knew he would be alone for some time – it was a Friday night – the club would be busy. There was no way that Greg was only going to be able to be gone for a few hours. He had left at 5, after spending the whole day idling with Nick around the pool. Which had included a lot of inappropriate touching, but, to Nick’s dismay, had never lead to anything more.
After Greg had said his final goodbyes, Nick had waited a few hours before finally creeping towards Greg’s door – it was an almost forbidden room. Even though Greg had never specifically told him not to go in, Nick had always gotten a taboo feeling about it. He tentatively touched the doorknob, honestly expecting it to be locked, but it was not.
Nick stepped inside, and was amazed by the softness of everything. The oversized king bed with the cream colored down comforter, the extra plush carpeting, the overstuffed lounge chair, contrasted with the large furniture. Everything in the room seemed to be oversized, but nothing seemed overpowering.
Nick didn’t know what he was looking for, but he knew that he would know what it was the second he saw it. And he was drawn to it immediately… the chest at the end of Greg’s bed. The heavy oak chest that Nick knew held Greg’s secrets. The treasure box. The secret world of wonder that Greg had been hinting at all week. And even with that knowledge, Nick was simply unprepared for what he saw.
He carefully opened the box and was still absolutely shocked by the sheer number that he found. There were colors and shapes and cords and boxes and things that Nick just couldn’t identify. It was like it suddenly occurred to him how much he was missing out – not only from sex, but from Greg. Greg knew about all of these things – he was living a life that Nick had no clue about, and it scared him to be so uneducated about something. He always knew what was going on – it was why he was an accountant. Numbers were safe, rules were finite. And there was nothing finite about the world he had been thrust into.
He backed away from the chest slowly, unsure of how to handle the situation. He had nearly run on Monday, and he had only found a dildo and some condoms then. But, so much had happened since Monday, and Nick was intrigued by the possibilities that lay within the chest. It didn’t mean that he was entirely ready for it however.
He just continued stepping back until he finally hit an armoire, and shook a cabinet door open. He looked over and saw the shelves full of glossy magazines, colorful books, and unmarked DVD’s and videos. Nick had inadvertently found Greg’s porn stash.
He looked at the shelves, and he could still feel the fear in him telling him that it was time to leave. It was telling him to go home, to forget the whole thing and wait for Michael to come back. But, his hand was reaching for one of the books. He pushed his fear aside and settled down on the large chair to educate himself.
….
After four hours, he grew hungry. Ignoring the need in his pants for once, he went down to the kitchen to make a sandwich. He was no longer afraid of what might lie in any closed drawers or cabinets… he actually hoped that he would find something. He didn’t, but as he surveyed the kitchen, he contemplated what could be used and where. He was quickly becoming an expert. He ate his sandwich carefully and contemplated anything that would make his hard-on die down. Reciting tax law in his head seemed to work for the time being.
He went back to the room, determined to continue his endeavor and not give into his aching need. His dick was not going to run the show anymore. It was that body part that had allowed Greg to get so far into his head – once his dick had filled with blood, Greg could do anything to him. But, somehow, it was becoming more than a sex thing. Because there were times that it wasn’t about sex at all that he had found himself wanting to be near Greg.
He had brought back a glass of ice water and carefully placed it on his lap as he picked up a book on sexual positions for gay men. He read it cover to cover, until the water was warm, his mouth parched, and his dick was hard again.
He swallowed the water greedily and looked to the clock. It was two in the morning – which meant a very long shift for Greg. Nick began to worry – worry that there was someone at the club that had snaked Greg’s attention from him. A hint of the green-eyed monster. He hated the fact that there could be someone else – there was so frequently a someone else in his relationships… not that this thing could be called a relationship.
He sat down on Greg’s bed and began to finger the mattress, and wondered how the fabric felt when it was pressed up against Greg’s skin. And then he heard Greg… but not a Greg that would have just been coming home, but rather a Greg that was getting ready for something else.
Nick looked around the room and saw that he was sitting on the remote. The television was on and there it was – a porno video that Greg had made… of himself. Nick turned it off immediately and stared into the blankness of the walls.
He had meant to leave Greg’s room after he had found it. He had every intention of leaving Greg’s room after he had shut off the tape. But he couldn’t. It was no more than 15 seconds – but it was 15 seconds of Greg, naked, with a dildo in him… and it was on film.
Nick didn’t know how long he had been there when Greg finally came quietly in the room. It could have been minutes; it could have been hours. He was still holding the remote in one hand and covering his erection with the other.
“Nicky,” Greg started as he sat down on the edge of the bed and took the remote. “Did you watch?”
“I turned it on, then off.”
“It was for you,” Greg said, moving Nick’s hand away from his crotch. “And I see you liked it,” Greg said as he looked around the now messy room. “I see you liked a lot about my room.”
“I turned it off, you said ‘Rick’ and I turned it off,” Nick said, still dazed about the whole situation.
“I said ‘Nick’. Trust me, I know,” he said as he clicked the tape back on. It was at the beginning now – Greg naked and suctioning the toy to a chair. Greg muted the tape and slide in close to Nick. “I prepped myself off camera so I could… slide in,” he said as he slid his hand down Nick’s thigh. The Greg in the tape straddled the chair and sat down slowly onto the toy – face screwed in silent concentration at the moment of penetration. The toy was on the front of the chair, so Greg had his legs open and leaned against the chair back, using it for leverage as he rose up again from the toy.
“Do you like my tape, Nicky? I went to your office to sign papers,” he whispered as he tongued Nick’s nipple through his shirt. “And I came home and made this.”
Nick watched as the Greg before him dropped to his knees and started to rub him through his jeans. Nick sat back on his hands and watched as the on screen Greg gripped the back of the chair and rode the toy harder.
“I imagined you were fucking me,” Greg said softly, as he continued to fondle Nick through his pants. “I was riding you,” he said as he brought his lips to the wet patch that was starting to form on Nick’s pants. “You would have your knees up and fucked me so hard that I would have to brace myself on the headboard.”
Nick watched as the Greg on screen continued to ride the toy and fist his cock. He grabbed the remote and turned it off mute – he needed to hear Greg’s panting. He could hear the moans of ‘Nick’ coming off Greg’s lips. The Greg on screen was flushed and sweating and Nick could tell it would happen soon. He leaned back on his hands and looked down briefly as Greg had started to suck him through the fabric while rubbing between his legs. Greg replaced his mouth with a hand.
Nick grabbed Greg’s hand and held it steady as he began to thrust as he watched the onscreen Greg scream out his name and come. Greg’s hips trembled in aftershocks and Nick could tell that the dildo still buried within him was continually stimulating him.
“Nick, do you…”
“FUCK… FUCK!” Nick screamed as he pushed Greg’s and his hands into his crotch one more before coming only moments after the video. Nick fell back and the only sounds in the room were from him and the Greg on the video.
Greg stood up from the floor and turned off the television. He lay down beside Nick and stroked the other man’s hair. “You like?”
Nick swallowed and nodded. He hadn’t come in his pants since high school.
“Nick?”
“Yeah?” Nick panted out, still unable to move.
“I want to wash you.”
“What?”
“I just… my fantasy. It was more than sex. I always thought that we would have this amazing sex and then wash each other and then cuddle. And I know that you don’t feel the same way for me as I do, but I was hoping that maybe, maybe you could just play pretend for a little while?”
Nick finally looked over at the man who was petting him so gently. Nick was unsure, but he knew that saying ‘no’ would absolutely crush Greg. “OK. I mean, I’m kinda messy anyway.”
Greg smiled – that smile that Nick knew would be the death of him. Greg stood up and that’s when Nick noticed the erection that was tenting Greg’s pants.
“You’re…” he trailed off, pointing to Greg’s crotch.
“Ignore it,” Greg said as he offered Nick a hand off the bed. He led Nick into his bathroom – the shower had more than enough room for two. Greg turned on the water and began to strip; Nick did the same – only more carefully when he tried to pull off his cum stained boxers.
Greg stepped into the inviting water and motioned for Nick to join him. Nick stepped in close, careful not to touch Greg’s penis. Greg took a washcloth and some soap – vanilla, Nick thought, smiling – and rubbed it into the cloth. He lovingly caressed Nick’s shoulders with it.
“So, you’ve known about me for so long, Greg. Am I everything you imagined?”
“And then some,” he whispered as he continued to wash Nick’s body with gentle strokes.
“I found things,” Nick said timidly.
“I would think you did, given the state of my bedroom,” he said playfully as he began to wash Nick’s genitals with a firm hand. Nick couldn’t stop staring at Greg’s erection.
“I read your books,” he said, eyes still locked.
“That’s good.”
“I had… questions.”
“Tomorrow, baby,” Greg cooed as he washed Nick’s calves. “Tomorrow we talk about whatever you want. Tonight, I get to wash you.”
Nick waited until Greg was done tenderly caring for every inch of his skin before offering to return the favor. He knew he shouldn’t have offered – but he wanted to see Greg’s smile. And he was rewarded with such as Greg handed him the cloth and soap.
“Really?” Greg asked, hopefully.
“I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t mean it,” Nick said, rubbing more soap onto the washcloth. Greg closed his eyes and savored Nick’s touch.
After he had gotten to every inch of Greg’s skin – with the exception of one – Nick stopped. He was torn, but he said what was in his heart – what was his truth. He just wasn’t ready and he told Greg as much.
“I can’t touch you… there… not yet.”
“It’s okay, Nicky. Go ahead and get out, I’ll finish here and meet you in my room.”
Nick nodded clearly thinking that Greg was going to jerk off the second Nick left. Nick hadn’t gotten to through the bathroom door when he heard Greg’s sharp intake of breath – but it wasn’t a good one. Nick ran back into the bathroom and found that Greg had turned the water on himself so cold that his teeth were already chattering.
“Jesus, Greg!” Nick yelled as he ran into the shower stall and yanked Greg out. He threw a warm towel around him and turned off the faucet – a quick mist told him the water was unbearable cold. “What did you do that for?”
“Quicker than jerking off,” Greg said, trying not to let his teeth clack together too much.
“Stupid is what that was,” Nick told him as he rubbed the towel against Greg for warmth. “Fuck it,” he spat and pushed his naked body against Greg. “Body heat.” He held Greg there for a moment before pulling him up and ushering him to the bed.
Nick placed Greg into the bed and crawled in next to him, pulling their bodies in close. Greg had finally stopped shivering so badly. Nick held Greg until he fell asleep and then he quietly got out of Greg’s bed and crept into his own bed. He would talk to Greg in the morning.
chapter: 8 of 15
authors:
it_glitters and mangojunkieRating: NC-17
spoilers: none, since AU
warnings: sexual content
summary: Nick is alone at the mansion again and decides on exploring the house a little.
A/N: SURPRISE,beacuse you have all been so good =)You get another update between the usual ones =)
Ever since he had found that toy in Greg’s living room, Nick had been petrified to look in any closed area. But, as the week had progressed, Nick had become more and more curious about the possibilities.
Greg had to leave for the club and left him utterly alone – and he knew he would be alone for some time – it was a Friday night – the club would be busy. There was no way that Greg was only going to be able to be gone for a few hours. He had left at 5, after spending the whole day idling with Nick around the pool. Which had included a lot of inappropriate touching, but, to Nick’s dismay, had never lead to anything more.
After Greg had said his final goodbyes, Nick had waited a few hours before finally creeping towards Greg’s door – it was an almost forbidden room. Even though Greg had never specifically told him not to go in, Nick had always gotten a taboo feeling about it. He tentatively touched the doorknob, honestly expecting it to be locked, but it was not.
Nick stepped inside, and was amazed by the softness of everything. The oversized king bed with the cream colored down comforter, the extra plush carpeting, the overstuffed lounge chair, contrasted with the large furniture. Everything in the room seemed to be oversized, but nothing seemed overpowering.
Nick didn’t know what he was looking for, but he knew that he would know what it was the second he saw it. And he was drawn to it immediately… the chest at the end of Greg’s bed. The heavy oak chest that Nick knew held Greg’s secrets. The treasure box. The secret world of wonder that Greg had been hinting at all week. And even with that knowledge, Nick was simply unprepared for what he saw.
He carefully opened the box and was still absolutely shocked by the sheer number that he found. There were colors and shapes and cords and boxes and things that Nick just couldn’t identify. It was like it suddenly occurred to him how much he was missing out – not only from sex, but from Greg. Greg knew about all of these things – he was living a life that Nick had no clue about, and it scared him to be so uneducated about something. He always knew what was going on – it was why he was an accountant. Numbers were safe, rules were finite. And there was nothing finite about the world he had been thrust into.
He backed away from the chest slowly, unsure of how to handle the situation. He had nearly run on Monday, and he had only found a dildo and some condoms then. But, so much had happened since Monday, and Nick was intrigued by the possibilities that lay within the chest. It didn’t mean that he was entirely ready for it however.
He just continued stepping back until he finally hit an armoire, and shook a cabinet door open. He looked over and saw the shelves full of glossy magazines, colorful books, and unmarked DVD’s and videos. Nick had inadvertently found Greg’s porn stash.
He looked at the shelves, and he could still feel the fear in him telling him that it was time to leave. It was telling him to go home, to forget the whole thing and wait for Michael to come back. But, his hand was reaching for one of the books. He pushed his fear aside and settled down on the large chair to educate himself.
….
After four hours, he grew hungry. Ignoring the need in his pants for once, he went down to the kitchen to make a sandwich. He was no longer afraid of what might lie in any closed drawers or cabinets… he actually hoped that he would find something. He didn’t, but as he surveyed the kitchen, he contemplated what could be used and where. He was quickly becoming an expert. He ate his sandwich carefully and contemplated anything that would make his hard-on die down. Reciting tax law in his head seemed to work for the time being.
He went back to the room, determined to continue his endeavor and not give into his aching need. His dick was not going to run the show anymore. It was that body part that had allowed Greg to get so far into his head – once his dick had filled with blood, Greg could do anything to him. But, somehow, it was becoming more than a sex thing. Because there were times that it wasn’t about sex at all that he had found himself wanting to be near Greg.
He had brought back a glass of ice water and carefully placed it on his lap as he picked up a book on sexual positions for gay men. He read it cover to cover, until the water was warm, his mouth parched, and his dick was hard again.
He swallowed the water greedily and looked to the clock. It was two in the morning – which meant a very long shift for Greg. Nick began to worry – worry that there was someone at the club that had snaked Greg’s attention from him. A hint of the green-eyed monster. He hated the fact that there could be someone else – there was so frequently a someone else in his relationships… not that this thing could be called a relationship.
He sat down on Greg’s bed and began to finger the mattress, and wondered how the fabric felt when it was pressed up against Greg’s skin. And then he heard Greg… but not a Greg that would have just been coming home, but rather a Greg that was getting ready for something else.
Nick looked around the room and saw that he was sitting on the remote. The television was on and there it was – a porno video that Greg had made… of himself. Nick turned it off immediately and stared into the blankness of the walls.
He had meant to leave Greg’s room after he had found it. He had every intention of leaving Greg’s room after he had shut off the tape. But he couldn’t. It was no more than 15 seconds – but it was 15 seconds of Greg, naked, with a dildo in him… and it was on film.
Nick didn’t know how long he had been there when Greg finally came quietly in the room. It could have been minutes; it could have been hours. He was still holding the remote in one hand and covering his erection with the other.
“Nicky,” Greg started as he sat down on the edge of the bed and took the remote. “Did you watch?”
“I turned it on, then off.”
“It was for you,” Greg said, moving Nick’s hand away from his crotch. “And I see you liked it,” Greg said as he looked around the now messy room. “I see you liked a lot about my room.”
“I turned it off, you said ‘Rick’ and I turned it off,” Nick said, still dazed about the whole situation.
“I said ‘Nick’. Trust me, I know,” he said as he clicked the tape back on. It was at the beginning now – Greg naked and suctioning the toy to a chair. Greg muted the tape and slide in close to Nick. “I prepped myself off camera so I could… slide in,” he said as he slid his hand down Nick’s thigh. The Greg in the tape straddled the chair and sat down slowly onto the toy – face screwed in silent concentration at the moment of penetration. The toy was on the front of the chair, so Greg had his legs open and leaned against the chair back, using it for leverage as he rose up again from the toy.
“Do you like my tape, Nicky? I went to your office to sign papers,” he whispered as he tongued Nick’s nipple through his shirt. “And I came home and made this.”
Nick watched as the Greg before him dropped to his knees and started to rub him through his jeans. Nick sat back on his hands and watched as the on screen Greg gripped the back of the chair and rode the toy harder.
“I imagined you were fucking me,” Greg said softly, as he continued to fondle Nick through his pants. “I was riding you,” he said as he brought his lips to the wet patch that was starting to form on Nick’s pants. “You would have your knees up and fucked me so hard that I would have to brace myself on the headboard.”
Nick watched as the Greg on screen continued to ride the toy and fist his cock. He grabbed the remote and turned it off mute – he needed to hear Greg’s panting. He could hear the moans of ‘Nick’ coming off Greg’s lips. The Greg on screen was flushed and sweating and Nick could tell it would happen soon. He leaned back on his hands and looked down briefly as Greg had started to suck him through the fabric while rubbing between his legs. Greg replaced his mouth with a hand.
Nick grabbed Greg’s hand and held it steady as he began to thrust as he watched the onscreen Greg scream out his name and come. Greg’s hips trembled in aftershocks and Nick could tell that the dildo still buried within him was continually stimulating him.
“Nick, do you…”
“FUCK… FUCK!” Nick screamed as he pushed Greg’s and his hands into his crotch one more before coming only moments after the video. Nick fell back and the only sounds in the room were from him and the Greg on the video.
Greg stood up from the floor and turned off the television. He lay down beside Nick and stroked the other man’s hair. “You like?”
Nick swallowed and nodded. He hadn’t come in his pants since high school.
“Nick?”
“Yeah?” Nick panted out, still unable to move.
“I want to wash you.”
“What?”
“I just… my fantasy. It was more than sex. I always thought that we would have this amazing sex and then wash each other and then cuddle. And I know that you don’t feel the same way for me as I do, but I was hoping that maybe, maybe you could just play pretend for a little while?”
Nick finally looked over at the man who was petting him so gently. Nick was unsure, but he knew that saying ‘no’ would absolutely crush Greg. “OK. I mean, I’m kinda messy anyway.”
Greg smiled – that smile that Nick knew would be the death of him. Greg stood up and that’s when Nick noticed the erection that was tenting Greg’s pants.
“You’re…” he trailed off, pointing to Greg’s crotch.
“Ignore it,” Greg said as he offered Nick a hand off the bed. He led Nick into his bathroom – the shower had more than enough room for two. Greg turned on the water and began to strip; Nick did the same – only more carefully when he tried to pull off his cum stained boxers.
Greg stepped into the inviting water and motioned for Nick to join him. Nick stepped in close, careful not to touch Greg’s penis. Greg took a washcloth and some soap – vanilla, Nick thought, smiling – and rubbed it into the cloth. He lovingly caressed Nick’s shoulders with it.
“So, you’ve known about me for so long, Greg. Am I everything you imagined?”
“And then some,” he whispered as he continued to wash Nick’s body with gentle strokes.
“I found things,” Nick said timidly.
“I would think you did, given the state of my bedroom,” he said playfully as he began to wash Nick’s genitals with a firm hand. Nick couldn’t stop staring at Greg’s erection.
“I read your books,” he said, eyes still locked.
“That’s good.”
“I had… questions.”
“Tomorrow, baby,” Greg cooed as he washed Nick’s calves. “Tomorrow we talk about whatever you want. Tonight, I get to wash you.”
Nick waited until Greg was done tenderly caring for every inch of his skin before offering to return the favor. He knew he shouldn’t have offered – but he wanted to see Greg’s smile. And he was rewarded with such as Greg handed him the cloth and soap.
“Really?” Greg asked, hopefully.
“I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t mean it,” Nick said, rubbing more soap onto the washcloth. Greg closed his eyes and savored Nick’s touch.
After he had gotten to every inch of Greg’s skin – with the exception of one – Nick stopped. He was torn, but he said what was in his heart – what was his truth. He just wasn’t ready and he told Greg as much.
“I can’t touch you… there… not yet.”
“It’s okay, Nicky. Go ahead and get out, I’ll finish here and meet you in my room.”
Nick nodded clearly thinking that Greg was going to jerk off the second Nick left. Nick hadn’t gotten to through the bathroom door when he heard Greg’s sharp intake of breath – but it wasn’t a good one. Nick ran back into the bathroom and found that Greg had turned the water on himself so cold that his teeth were already chattering.
“Jesus, Greg!” Nick yelled as he ran into the shower stall and yanked Greg out. He threw a warm towel around him and turned off the faucet – a quick mist told him the water was unbearable cold. “What did you do that for?”
“Quicker than jerking off,” Greg said, trying not to let his teeth clack together too much.
“Stupid is what that was,” Nick told him as he rubbed the towel against Greg for warmth. “Fuck it,” he spat and pushed his naked body against Greg. “Body heat.” He held Greg there for a moment before pulling him up and ushering him to the bed.
Nick placed Greg into the bed and crawled in next to him, pulling their bodies in close. Greg had finally stopped shivering so badly. Nick held Greg until he fell asleep and then he quietly got out of Greg’s bed and crept into his own bed. He would talk to Greg in the morning.
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