Final chapter: "A Post-Modern Romance"
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nickngreg“A Post-Modern Romance”
Chapter Three
Rating: NC-17 (and there was great rejoicing)
Summary: Nick’s attempts at reassurance fall flat
Chapter Three
The sound of the key in the lock startled Nick out of is growing panic. He was here! Thank God!
“Hey, you’re home early.” Greg placed a plate of something on the table. “Dead at work today?” He headed into the room, still unaware of Nick’s collapsing panic.
“Finished our case, so Grissom said I could leave a little early.” He almost had his breathing under control. Keep it casual. “Where were you?” Breath.
“Feeding Mrs. Fiengold’s cat. Remember? She asked us to while she was in Florida. She left us macaroons as a thank you.” Greg was looking at him funny. “You okay? You look a little flushed.”
The cat. Oh. Nick vaguely remembered the nice old lady next door arranging that with Greg last week. She loved Greg. Nick secretly thought the old dear liked Greg entirely too much, but he kept that to himself. She did make great macaroons.
“I’m fine. Fine.” Nick decided he’d be much finer with at least a kiss. He reached for Greg, pulling him close. “Better now.” He started kissing Greg in earnest, working his way down the side of Greg’s jaw. He stopped to kiss the spot just under his ear.
“I love this. This right here.” Kissing, nuzzling that one soft spot. “I can feel your pulse when I kiss you here.” Kissing again. “I can feel it speed up.” More soft, soft kisses. “Just like that. Yeah. I love that.” Soft kisses grew into soft sucking. The pulse Nick loved to feel was certainly speeding up now.
“Uhm…I like that, too.” Greg’s face had an attractive flush, eyes wide and dark. “What else do you like?” Leave it to Greg to need conversation when Nick was trying to get him into bed.
“I love your smell.” Greg pulled back just enough to look Nick in the eyes. “I mean the way your skin smells. It smells clean, like lemons.” He trailed off with an embarrassed huff. “It just smells good, okay? It smells like home.” That was certainly sweet, and it made Greg smile.
“I like being home for you, too.” Still smiling, he asked “What else?”
Nick drew Greg flush up against his chest, bodies touching knee to shoulder, evidence of their mutual interest clear between them.
“That first time I saw you in the lab, your first day, I knew.” Greg was watching Nick’s mouth as he spoke, the tip of his tongue just showing between his lips. Nick found it distracting and unbelievably hot. “Right then at that moment, time stopped. Every thing that was, my whole life before, was over. It all started over, with you.” Greg’s eyes had moved up to look into Nick’s. “Just you, Greg. Always, forever. Just you.”
Greg was deeply moved. The past two days of awkwardness faded, leaving a tingling in his belly. He nuzzled into Nick’s neck, deciding to see if he could reciprocate. “Me, too. You were in the hall with Grissom. He was pointing at me and you were looking. I couldn’t help staring. I knew then you were the one.” He was almost embarrassed to admit that. Why should he be embarrassed to tell Nick he’d been interested all along? “It was only you after that look,” echoing Nick’s words. “Just you.” Greg was rewarded with the distinct rise in Nick’s pulse. “I love you.”
“You have great legs.” Shit! He actually said that again! “I do, I know I do.” Greg was laughing softly. “I have long, thin legs. Would you like to explore what I can do with these legs?” Oh, Nick wanted that very badly. He wasn’t able to formulate words over the powerful swell of lust, just nod mutely.
“Good.” Greg began backing Nick towards their bedroom. “That’s really good. I’d really like to show you.” Nick stopped walking so that Greg stepped right into him. Nick seized the opportunity to initiate another kiss. “Love you, love you, love you…” he couldn’t stop the litany, murmured between soft, sucking kisses. “So much.”
They managed to arrive at the bedside without permanent bodily injury. Nick was trying to work Greg’s tee shirt over his head without breaking off kissing him. He’d already raised two large purple bruises on Greg’s neck, and he knew before he was through with him there would be more. He simply couldn’t bring himself to care. Greg was so hot, so beautiful…he had to press his mouth against that throat again.
They landed on the bed in a tangle of limbs, still kissing. Greg hadn’t been this turned on since early on in their relationship. He tugged futilely at Nick’s jeans. “Too many clothes, Nick…off.”
Nick paused, bracing himself on his hands to look down into Greg’s eyes. “I love this, too. Love just knowing I’m going to be inside you…feeling how tight, yeah…I love this.” Greg’s eyes were enormous, filled with love and lust. “Want you, Nicky. Want you so bad.” He demonstrated how much by arching up against Nick. The pressure of hard cock to hard cock was almost enough to bring Greg over the edge. Almost.
Nick worked the buttons open on Greg’s jeans and drew them down with soft sweeps of his hands. With each gentle caress, Greg twitched and moaned. Reluctantly, Nick pulled himself away from Greg so he could remove the last of his own clothes. Finally naked, he stretched back out on top of Greg.
“So beautiful. So, so beautiful.” And he was. There was no other word to describe Greg for Nick. He was flushed red, legs spread, eager, wanton…indescribably beautiful. Nick reached between their bodies to stroke over Greg’s leaking erection, and was rewarded with incoherent groans and sighs. He loved it when Greg was completely ready for him. Ready to be fucked hard. So ready, he was reduced to these wonderful keening groans. Nick pressed down to kiss them from Greg’s lips. “Love you, babe. Let me. Now.” Maybe Nick was a little incoherent himself, but Greg understood. He arched up for one last bruising kiss before turning over onto his stomach.
“Fuck me. Oh god, Nick, just fuck me!” He pushed his ass up towards Nick, as if by invitation. He bit down on his lip when lube-slicked fingers finally, finally breached him. He didn’t want to wait to be stretched. Wanted Nick to just fuck him hard, wanted to feel it for days. “Now, now, now.” Greg mewled and growled with frustration. “I’m ready, so ready. Now, please. Now.” He pushed back against Nick’s fingers, forcing them deeper into him, feeling the stretch and reveling in it.
“Don’t want to hurt you.” Nick’s accent was as thick as honey when he was turned on. It was one of the things that Greg loved. Maybe he’d give Nick a list of those things the next time they fucked.
“You won’t. Promise. Just. Fuck. Me.” He felt Nick gently pull his fingers out. It seemed an eternity while Nick rolled on a condom and lubed himself. Greg almost laughed with relief when he finally felt the slick hardness begin pressing into him.
“Unn, oh god. Yeah. Oh, Nick.” Maybe he wasn’t quite as ready as he’d thought. “Love you.” Nick pressed deeply into Greg’s willing body, rested for a heartbeat then slowly pulled back. Almost all the way out, then a slow, sensuous slide back in. With each stroke, Nick altered positions just a little, searching for the right spot.
“Oh. Oh, there! Just…just. Ah.” Yeah, Nick had found the spot he’d been searching for. Now he could speed the pace of his thrusts, each one rubbing over Greg’s prostate. He reached around Greg’s slender hip to stroke his cock in time to each thrust. He knew it wouldn’t be long. Greg had been on edge all night. He wouldn’t last. Just a few more hard thrusts. Nick grunted with each forceful press into Greg. Almost, almost.
“Gonna, oh, gonna…Nick, Nick, Nick…” Greg whole body went rigid, his internal muscles clamping down with astonishing strength around Nick. Hot cum coated Nick’s hand as he gently goaded Greg through the last of his orgasm. Finally the hard clench of Greg’s muscles relaxed enough for Nick to move again. Greg collapsed down onto his stomach, still trying to get his breathing under control. He was startled when Nick withdrew before coming himself.
“Nick?” Greg rolled back over to see what was wrong. “What is it?” Had he done something wrong?
“I want to see your face, Greg. Let me see you.” Nick ran his hand down Greg’s chest and stomach, making his flesh goose-bump. Nick’s hands slid under Greg’s hips, raising them, giving him access to what was his and his alone. Pressing back inside was like coming home. His. Always just his, as he was always just Greg’s. Perfect.
“Love, love…” he wasn’t able to formulate words anymore. Nick’s thrusts came faster and faster, almost brutal in intensity, yet Greg rose to meet each one. “Come on, baby. Cum for me. Come on. Harder.” Greg wrapped those phenomenal legs around Nick’s waist, urging him with his heels to thrust harder, harder…deeper than he’d ever been.
Nick could feel the heat coiling in the base of his spine, knew he was close. He surged forward to claim Greg’s mouth again. “Mine. Understand? Just mine.” Close, so close.
One more wild thrust and Nick’s vision went white. He pressed as deeply into the lithe body beneath him as he could. He bit down on Greg’s throat one last time and came hard. Exhausted, Nick collapsed down on top of Greg, pinning him to the mattress. Nick struggled up onto his elbows.
“You okay?” Nick knew he’d been too rough. He’d known and been unable to stop. “I’m great! Fantastic! If I wasn’t so sleepy I’d want to do that again!” Nick smiled down at him. “I’m too old to do that again any time soon.” Greg moaned as Nick gently pulled out. He tossed the condom in the direction of the trashcan, not really caring where it landed.
Greg curled against Nick, his head on Nick’s shoulder. “Love you,” he mumbled sleepily. “Love you.” Nick pressed a kiss into Greg’s sweat-soaked hair. They should shower. They were going to be sticky and gross in the morning. Nick yawned. The hell with a shower. Greg’s breathing was deep and even, proof that he’d already fallen asleep.
“I love this most of all,” Nick whispered to the sleeping man. “That you’re here, in my arms all night. Love that more than anything.” His eyes were growing heavy. With a satisfied sigh, Nick settled closer to Greg. It had been a rough couple of days, and they both needed sleep. Just a few hours, then maybe, just maybe…yeah.
Theirs wasn’t a traditional romance, and they still tended to butt heads and misunderstand each other. But no one doubted the love they had for each other, certainly not Nick. He hadn’t exaggerated. Greg was the one for him, and he took pleasure in knowing he was the one for Greg. A post-modern romance is what they had, and it suited Nick just fine.
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Date: 2007-03-23 01:03 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading, and I'm glad you liked it.
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Date: 2007-03-23 03:09 pm (UTC)Well done. Now I have to read it agian!!
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Date: 2007-03-23 07:35 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading.
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Date: 2007-03-24 12:45 am (UTC)Thanks for reading and taking the time to comment.
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Date: 2007-03-24 01:06 am (UTC)Excellent job, I loved it!
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Date: 2007-03-24 01:13 am (UTC)But, sometimes I write stuff and absolutely love it, and nobody else does! So, who knows.
Thanks for being one of my "faithful few"!!
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Date: 2007-03-24 02:10 am (UTC)Excuse me I have to go to the uh....bathroom.
*smirks*
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Date: 2007-03-24 01:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-25 08:05 pm (UTC)1. Yeah and congrats to succeeding in writing smut. I love it. =)
2. I love this fic, although... the beginning is like you expcet Greg to rip Nick a new one and then it all ends in something less aggressive. I love that.
3. I love sweet and pouty Greg
and 4. I love Nick in this one. *sigh*
DOn't ask me why I write my review in that way. No idea. LOve this fic.
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Date: 2007-03-25 11:47 pm (UTC)1. For reading all the way thru
2. For commenting, 'cause that always makes me happy
3. For being such a funny person, I love that you make me smile
and 4. For writing your reviews in a way that is fun to copy...you rock!