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nickngregTitle: Kink
chapter: 13 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: Greg hopes Nick is finally willing to give himself to Greg.
Nick woke up with his fingers intertwined with Greg’s. Nick looked at Greg’s peaceful, sleeping face and was comfortable in the thought that it was something that he could truly get used to. He could get used to the way Greg babbled, even in his sleep – some sort of nonsensical mix of muttering and lip smacking that Nick found simply adorable. Greg would probably be too embarrassed if Nick ever told him that he thought he was completely innocent looking when he slept – that Nick just wanted to cuddle him like a stuffed bear.
Nick ran his hand over Greg’s face, letting a finger trace its way from one mole to another – memorizing Greg’s face with his touch. Greg’s mouth pulled in one of Nick’s loose fingers and began sucking – Nick smiled to himself thinking about Greg’s oral fixation – another one of those adorable things that Greg would just die of when he realized that Nick noticed.
“Greggo, wake up…” Nick didn’t know where the nickname came from, but he liked it. Just like the way he liked that Greg had taken so easily to calling him Nicky.
“Mmmphfff.”
Nick had already learned that Greg wasn’t morning person, so he slipped away and went downstairs to start his activities that had become near routine for them. It was odd how that had happened, Greg’s promises to spoil him rotten only seemed to happen after coffee. They just had gotten so used to each other. Nick had thought he would feel resentment about being the one that took care of the morning chores, but he loved it. He loved being able to take care of Greg for once, and he loved that they both had developed roles in their relationship.
Nick knew by the time he climbed back up the stairs with the coffee that Greg would be wide-awake and waiting for him, so eager to hear about anything. Mostly, Greg seemed to love hearing about his dreams.
“Hey, cutie,” Nick called as he brought the tray back into the bedroom. He saw Greg blush and duck into a pillow. “What are you hiding from, Greggo?”
“You called me cute, like I’m ten,” Greg whined. Greg was even cute when he whined.
“You are cute,” Nick told him as he set down the tray.
“No, I’m handsome, I’m debonair, I’m dangerous,” Greg prodded, as if trying to convince Nick of something.
“No, you’re cute. You have cute moles and cute lips and you sleep cute and you like to suck on things in a sickeningly cute way.”
Greg’s face blanched with horror. “Take it back, take all those things back. I’m hardcore, you can’t… you can’t say that!”
“I’ll do as I please,” Nick said as he latched onto Greg’s earlobe. “You’re most cute in the morning when you babble and clutch your pillow. Or when you suck on my fingers…”
Greg moaned and leaned into Nick. “I’m supposed to be making you fall for me… You’re not supposed to see those things.”
“Maybe those are the things I want to see.”
Greg smiled, “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
…..
They hung around lazily until mid-afternoon, when they finally both decided it was time to get showered and dressed, because being naked together was going to lead to something… and Greg had too much planned from them to blow it too soon in the day.
Greg waited for Nick in the kitchen – so the heart of a home – the heart of his home that he had created with Nick. They had spent so much time in there – both sexually and platonically… well, perhaps nothing was actually ever platonic between them.
Greg began to prepare the food, and silently thanked his personal shopper for being so competent. Greg hated grocery shopping, and would have hated even more having to do it when he could have been spending time with Nick. But, Sasha was fantastic, and had picked out everything he need to make the fresh salad, grilled chicken and corn. He had originally wanted to make his favorite – lamb with garlic potatoes… but he didn’t want anything to heavy or garlic-y for their special night.
“Can I help, G?” Nick asked as he came in and stole a baby tomato.
“How about you stop eating the food that I’m preparing?”
“It’s just a tomato,” he said as he popped another into his mouth.
“Fine…” Greg said as he laughed at their domestic antics. “Do you want to set the table on the veranda for me? I’ll be out in just a second with the stuff for the grill.”
“The grill already on?”
“Yep, just waiting for the chicken I’ve had marinating. And then the corn.”
“Do you want me to take those out, too?”
“That would be fantastic.”
They managed to carry everything outside, and had a wonderful dinner in the setting sun.
….
“Greg! Where did you go?” Nick called into the rapidly darkening garden. The sun was setting and he and Greg had just finished eating dinner on the veranda. Greg suggested they take a walk… and then he disappeared.
“I’m over here!” Greg’s called, finally breaking though the silence. Nick moved quickly toward it – somehow already missing Greg – and knowing that Greg had something in store for him.
When Nick finally reached Greg’s hiding spot, he was amazed at what he saw. Greg was leaning over, lighting the last candle of at least twenty, next to a lush blanket and pillow makeshift bed.
“Greg?” Nick asked, looking at Greg’s bulge and expecting some sort of toy to be lying around. “What have you got in store for me?”
“I want something… something I didn’t ask, because I was afraid that you’d say no. But, the way things have been has given me the courage to ask.”
“And what is it?” Nick asked, moving in closer to Greg, smelling his essence.
“Let me make love to you,” he whispered softly in Nick’s ear. “Let me show you how much I really love you. In ways that…” Greg paused, unable to let Michael’s name slip from his lips. “In ways that he can’t.”
Nick stilled for a moment, unsure of how to respond. His body was on fire – he wanted Greg – he desired Greg, more so than he ever had in his life.
“Please, Nicky,” Greg half cooed, half whined. “Let me,” he panted rubbing Nick through the now unzipped fly of Nick’s pants and kissing his neck gently. “Let me love you.”
Nick grabbed Greg’s hand to still it long enough to let him think. “Yes, make love to me.” Not fuck me, but make love. They were going to make love in the garden.
Greg slowly unbuttoned each button on Nick’s shirt, pushing it over his shoulders. Greg immediately began sucking on one of Nick’s already erect nipples, eliciting a moan from his captive lover. Reaching to Nick’s waist, he began to undo his fly. Nick aided him in his endeavor, and then lay down on the soft blanket and laid his head on the pillows. “Let me watch,” Nick moaned, as he toyed with his own nipples.
Greg stared down at Nick with lust filled eyes and began to remove his shirt, breaking eye contact for only long enough to pull the shirt over his head. He removed his pants seductively, moaning loudly when his dick was finally released from its prison. Nick motioned for him to lie down.
“Greg, I don’t know if… I… but I might….”
“Don’t speak anymore. Just show me how you feel, show me what you want.”
Nick lay back and let Greg take control of the situation – licking him, biting him, enjoying his body in ways no other lover ever had. By the time that Greg started towards his hole with a lube slick finger, Nick thought he was about to burst.
“Greg. Please, yes, take me. I want to be yours, just yours,” Nick panted out, completely lost in the moment – in the feel of Greg’s skin against his own, in the taste of Greg’s mouth as they kissed.
Greg added a second finger and scissored them within Nick’s tight channel as he used his free hand to fumble for the condom he had left nearby. Kissing Nick, he pulled his fingers out and rolled the condom onto his aching member. Without words and without breaking the kiss, he gently slid into Nick.
Nick moaned as he felt Greg’s heat entering his body. It wasn’t his first time, but somehow… it felt like it was. He clutched onto Greg’s back and pulled them so close that the only movement was the slow rocking of Greg’s hips as they made love.
The night was silent, save for their heavy breathing and the occasional soft slap of their skin meeting. It seemed to last an eternity as the sunset faded into night as they held each other tightly, as if saving off orgasming so that could stay locked within each other forever.
“Nicky,” Greg panted, finally breaking the silence that they had shared. “Are you close, baby?”
Nick lapped at the beads of sweat that were starting to trail down Greg’s neck. “I’m so close…” he moaned.
“Loosen your grip, baby,” Greg said through heavy breaths. Nick finally let loosened his grip enough for Greg to sneak a hand between them. Barely touching Nick’s manhood, Nick grunted through clenched teeth and came. Greg’s response to the clenching of Nick’s channel was nearly instant, as he moaned and shot into the condom.
Greg collapsed onto him, and Nick could feel the erratic beats of their hearts melding together. Their sweat, their bodies – finally together. Nick put his arms around Greg, not wanting to let go, not wanting Greg to ever pull out. His skin burned wherever Greg was touching him, and the rest of it felt almost… resentful. He wanted to be enveloped in Greg at that moment.
Greg started to squirm and move. He had to pull out. Nick loosened his grip and Greg leaned up, looking directly into his eyes. Nick felt Greg’s hand near his opening, securing the condom to his softening penis as he pulled out. The second the condom was disposed of, Nick pulled Greg back to him.
“You hold me as you were going to lose me,” Greg said softly into Nick’s neck.
“I am going to.”
“Why?”
“We can’t be like this forever. Lost in this dream. We have people and places – the real world that we have avoided for these past days.”
“So don’t think about it. We still have time.”
“And at the end?”
“That’s your choice. I love you, and I want to be with you.”
Nick bit his lip. He couldn’t say it. He wasn’t ready… but he loved Greg in a way that he had never loved another person. He never loved Michael like that – for all that he thought he had. He had never felt the spark like that with Michael. The world stopped with Greg – it was magic, the way that Greg had moved in and out of him… with him… inside him… in his head, not just his body. They hadn’t just fucked, they hadn’t just made love, they had melded. Greg was him and he was Greg. And he was petrified of it, but he couldn’t let go.
“Nicky?”
“Yes, baby.”
“I’m glad that you’ve been my first in so long.”
“Me too.”
“Someday… maybe… you’ll return this?”
Nick said nothing again. He knew he couldn’t make love to Greg – it would be the end of them both. Once he got inside Greg, he would never be able to leave again… nothing would ever be as good as being inside Greg. Nothing would be okay with the world unless he could have Greg forever. And he would be leaving Greg soon – he had too, it was the right thing to do.
But, at that moment, right and wrong were entirely irrelevant.
chapter: 13 of 15
authors:
it_glitters and mangojunkieRating: NC-17
spoilers: none, since AU
warnings: sexual content
summary: Greg hopes Nick is finally willing to give himself to Greg.
Nick woke up with his fingers intertwined with Greg’s. Nick looked at Greg’s peaceful, sleeping face and was comfortable in the thought that it was something that he could truly get used to. He could get used to the way Greg babbled, even in his sleep – some sort of nonsensical mix of muttering and lip smacking that Nick found simply adorable. Greg would probably be too embarrassed if Nick ever told him that he thought he was completely innocent looking when he slept – that Nick just wanted to cuddle him like a stuffed bear.
Nick ran his hand over Greg’s face, letting a finger trace its way from one mole to another – memorizing Greg’s face with his touch. Greg’s mouth pulled in one of Nick’s loose fingers and began sucking – Nick smiled to himself thinking about Greg’s oral fixation – another one of those adorable things that Greg would just die of when he realized that Nick noticed.
“Greggo, wake up…” Nick didn’t know where the nickname came from, but he liked it. Just like the way he liked that Greg had taken so easily to calling him Nicky.
“Mmmphfff.”
Nick had already learned that Greg wasn’t morning person, so he slipped away and went downstairs to start his activities that had become near routine for them. It was odd how that had happened, Greg’s promises to spoil him rotten only seemed to happen after coffee. They just had gotten so used to each other. Nick had thought he would feel resentment about being the one that took care of the morning chores, but he loved it. He loved being able to take care of Greg for once, and he loved that they both had developed roles in their relationship.
Nick knew by the time he climbed back up the stairs with the coffee that Greg would be wide-awake and waiting for him, so eager to hear about anything. Mostly, Greg seemed to love hearing about his dreams.
“Hey, cutie,” Nick called as he brought the tray back into the bedroom. He saw Greg blush and duck into a pillow. “What are you hiding from, Greggo?”
“You called me cute, like I’m ten,” Greg whined. Greg was even cute when he whined.
“You are cute,” Nick told him as he set down the tray.
“No, I’m handsome, I’m debonair, I’m dangerous,” Greg prodded, as if trying to convince Nick of something.
“No, you’re cute. You have cute moles and cute lips and you sleep cute and you like to suck on things in a sickeningly cute way.”
Greg’s face blanched with horror. “Take it back, take all those things back. I’m hardcore, you can’t… you can’t say that!”
“I’ll do as I please,” Nick said as he latched onto Greg’s earlobe. “You’re most cute in the morning when you babble and clutch your pillow. Or when you suck on my fingers…”
Greg moaned and leaned into Nick. “I’m supposed to be making you fall for me… You’re not supposed to see those things.”
“Maybe those are the things I want to see.”
Greg smiled, “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
…..
They hung around lazily until mid-afternoon, when they finally both decided it was time to get showered and dressed, because being naked together was going to lead to something… and Greg had too much planned from them to blow it too soon in the day.
Greg waited for Nick in the kitchen – so the heart of a home – the heart of his home that he had created with Nick. They had spent so much time in there – both sexually and platonically… well, perhaps nothing was actually ever platonic between them.
Greg began to prepare the food, and silently thanked his personal shopper for being so competent. Greg hated grocery shopping, and would have hated even more having to do it when he could have been spending time with Nick. But, Sasha was fantastic, and had picked out everything he need to make the fresh salad, grilled chicken and corn. He had originally wanted to make his favorite – lamb with garlic potatoes… but he didn’t want anything to heavy or garlic-y for their special night.
“Can I help, G?” Nick asked as he came in and stole a baby tomato.
“How about you stop eating the food that I’m preparing?”
“It’s just a tomato,” he said as he popped another into his mouth.
“Fine…” Greg said as he laughed at their domestic antics. “Do you want to set the table on the veranda for me? I’ll be out in just a second with the stuff for the grill.”
“The grill already on?”
“Yep, just waiting for the chicken I’ve had marinating. And then the corn.”
“Do you want me to take those out, too?”
“That would be fantastic.”
They managed to carry everything outside, and had a wonderful dinner in the setting sun.
….
“Greg! Where did you go?” Nick called into the rapidly darkening garden. The sun was setting and he and Greg had just finished eating dinner on the veranda. Greg suggested they take a walk… and then he disappeared.
“I’m over here!” Greg’s called, finally breaking though the silence. Nick moved quickly toward it – somehow already missing Greg – and knowing that Greg had something in store for him.
When Nick finally reached Greg’s hiding spot, he was amazed at what he saw. Greg was leaning over, lighting the last candle of at least twenty, next to a lush blanket and pillow makeshift bed.
“Greg?” Nick asked, looking at Greg’s bulge and expecting some sort of toy to be lying around. “What have you got in store for me?”
“I want something… something I didn’t ask, because I was afraid that you’d say no. But, the way things have been has given me the courage to ask.”
“And what is it?” Nick asked, moving in closer to Greg, smelling his essence.
“Let me make love to you,” he whispered softly in Nick’s ear. “Let me show you how much I really love you. In ways that…” Greg paused, unable to let Michael’s name slip from his lips. “In ways that he can’t.”
Nick stilled for a moment, unsure of how to respond. His body was on fire – he wanted Greg – he desired Greg, more so than he ever had in his life.
“Please, Nicky,” Greg half cooed, half whined. “Let me,” he panted rubbing Nick through the now unzipped fly of Nick’s pants and kissing his neck gently. “Let me love you.”
Nick grabbed Greg’s hand to still it long enough to let him think. “Yes, make love to me.” Not fuck me, but make love. They were going to make love in the garden.
Greg slowly unbuttoned each button on Nick’s shirt, pushing it over his shoulders. Greg immediately began sucking on one of Nick’s already erect nipples, eliciting a moan from his captive lover. Reaching to Nick’s waist, he began to undo his fly. Nick aided him in his endeavor, and then lay down on the soft blanket and laid his head on the pillows. “Let me watch,” Nick moaned, as he toyed with his own nipples.
Greg stared down at Nick with lust filled eyes and began to remove his shirt, breaking eye contact for only long enough to pull the shirt over his head. He removed his pants seductively, moaning loudly when his dick was finally released from its prison. Nick motioned for him to lie down.
“Greg, I don’t know if… I… but I might….”
“Don’t speak anymore. Just show me how you feel, show me what you want.”
Nick lay back and let Greg take control of the situation – licking him, biting him, enjoying his body in ways no other lover ever had. By the time that Greg started towards his hole with a lube slick finger, Nick thought he was about to burst.
“Greg. Please, yes, take me. I want to be yours, just yours,” Nick panted out, completely lost in the moment – in the feel of Greg’s skin against his own, in the taste of Greg’s mouth as they kissed.
Greg added a second finger and scissored them within Nick’s tight channel as he used his free hand to fumble for the condom he had left nearby. Kissing Nick, he pulled his fingers out and rolled the condom onto his aching member. Without words and without breaking the kiss, he gently slid into Nick.
Nick moaned as he felt Greg’s heat entering his body. It wasn’t his first time, but somehow… it felt like it was. He clutched onto Greg’s back and pulled them so close that the only movement was the slow rocking of Greg’s hips as they made love.
The night was silent, save for their heavy breathing and the occasional soft slap of their skin meeting. It seemed to last an eternity as the sunset faded into night as they held each other tightly, as if saving off orgasming so that could stay locked within each other forever.
“Nicky,” Greg panted, finally breaking the silence that they had shared. “Are you close, baby?”
Nick lapped at the beads of sweat that were starting to trail down Greg’s neck. “I’m so close…” he moaned.
“Loosen your grip, baby,” Greg said through heavy breaths. Nick finally let loosened his grip enough for Greg to sneak a hand between them. Barely touching Nick’s manhood, Nick grunted through clenched teeth and came. Greg’s response to the clenching of Nick’s channel was nearly instant, as he moaned and shot into the condom.
Greg collapsed onto him, and Nick could feel the erratic beats of their hearts melding together. Their sweat, their bodies – finally together. Nick put his arms around Greg, not wanting to let go, not wanting Greg to ever pull out. His skin burned wherever Greg was touching him, and the rest of it felt almost… resentful. He wanted to be enveloped in Greg at that moment.
Greg started to squirm and move. He had to pull out. Nick loosened his grip and Greg leaned up, looking directly into his eyes. Nick felt Greg’s hand near his opening, securing the condom to his softening penis as he pulled out. The second the condom was disposed of, Nick pulled Greg back to him.
“You hold me as you were going to lose me,” Greg said softly into Nick’s neck.
“I am going to.”
“Why?”
“We can’t be like this forever. Lost in this dream. We have people and places – the real world that we have avoided for these past days.”
“So don’t think about it. We still have time.”
“And at the end?”
“That’s your choice. I love you, and I want to be with you.”
Nick bit his lip. He couldn’t say it. He wasn’t ready… but he loved Greg in a way that he had never loved another person. He never loved Michael like that – for all that he thought he had. He had never felt the spark like that with Michael. The world stopped with Greg – it was magic, the way that Greg had moved in and out of him… with him… inside him… in his head, not just his body. They hadn’t just fucked, they hadn’t just made love, they had melded. Greg was him and he was Greg. And he was petrified of it, but he couldn’t let go.
“Nicky?”
“Yes, baby.”
“I’m glad that you’ve been my first in so long.”
“Me too.”
“Someday… maybe… you’ll return this?”
Nick said nothing again. He knew he couldn’t make love to Greg – it would be the end of them both. Once he got inside Greg, he would never be able to leave again… nothing would ever be as good as being inside Greg. Nothing would be okay with the world unless he could have Greg forever. And he would be leaving Greg soon – he had too, it was the right thing to do.
But, at that moment, right and wrong were entirely irrelevant.
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Date: 2006-10-08 10:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-06 07:43 pm (UTC)But, at that moment, right and wrong were entirely irrelevant.
Gah, that kills me, and damnit, you can't kill me! You're not allowed *stomps foot petulantly*. By which I mean: this was gorgeous and I'm so terrified that it will end badly. Le sigh.
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Date: 2006-10-08 10:50 pm (UTC)Haa, I love the fact that I somehow managed to convince people that maybe not every story I write is set with a happy ending. And that Nicole co-wrote this should worry people about happy endings as well. We won't tell and can't. Won't spoil your excitement. But you hav etwo more chapters to get through. So in a week you know if or if not =)