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nickngregTitle: Wolverine Blues Chapter 17
Author: Viva Nova
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Nick and Greg
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Rar.
Summary: AU - Crossover with X-Men
A/N:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
neviditelny was kind enough to point out to me that Karma is a pre-exisisting X-Men character... Mine's an OC. This chapter was co-written with _slytherin_girl
The Story So Far...
(Chapter Seventeen - Greg's Wall)
Greg had barely gotten the door shut before Nick had him pinned up against the wall, pulled his coat open and pressed his mouth furiously against the younger man's. As he pulled away, Nick bit Greg's lower lip with an almost predatory growl.
"I don't want to wait," he purred. "I want you right here."
Greg easily moved with Nick as he's pressed against the wall. He ran his hands up Nick's back and pulled him closer.
"Then take me, right here." Greg looked directly into Nick's eyes as he spoke.
Nick's eyelids were heavy and he met Greg's eyes with a look that smoldered. His hands found their way under Greg's shirt and yanked it up over his head. Nick's head dipped down and his teeth find Greg's collarbone as his fingers dig into Greg's hips.
"Oh god," Greg moaned and he gripped Nick's shoulders to prevent himself from sliding down the wall as he feels his knees started to give.
He managed to get himself under enough control to slide his hands down Nick's arms and loop them around his waist. With a quick jerk, he pulled Nick up against him and lightly bit at his neck.
One of Nick's hands left Greg's hips and slid down the front of Greg's pants, rubbing the thick heat behind the zipper. Pop, zip and Greg's fly was wide open. Nick's hand stroked the top of Greg's erection and he groaned low in his throat. A slow smile spread on his face.
"You go commando in jeans? You are either very brave or very dumb." He laughed throatily and hooked his thumbs in Greg's belt loops. In one smooth motion, Greg's jeans were around his ankles.
Greg shrugged and waggled his eyebrows suggestively, "What can I say? I like to live dangerously." He was breathless and he could barely open his eyes as he spoke, but the typical Greg humour was obvious.
His breath caught in his throat as he felt his jeans hit his ankles. Almost frantically, he slipped off his shoes and socks before stepping out of his jeans and undoing Nick's pants.
"God, there are just too many clothes on you right now."
Nick's mouth curved into a smile.
"Gonna remedy that?" Nick kicked his pants and shorts off, then took one of Greg's hands in his own. He looked Greg dead in the eyes and licked the younger man's palm from the base to the tip of his middle finger, sucking on it briefly. He wrapped it around his cock and used his own hand as a guide, moving Greg's hand up and down.
"Uhhhhn..." His other hand ran up and down Greg's bare hip as he watched Greg's face, almost dreamy.
Greg was unable to take his eyes off of both their hands on Nick's cock, his jaw hanging open slightly.
"Well I'll be goddamned if that's not the hottest thing I've ever seen," Greg said softly before looking back up at Nick and kissing him again hungrily.
Nick moaned against Greg's mouth and jerked his hips into Greg's fist. He pulled away, breathing heavily.
"Just... just a second." He let go of Greg's hand and dropped to his knees to search for what Greg always kept in one of his pockets. While he was down there, he licked a hot, wet stripe up Greg's cock, from base to head. His hands searched blindly as Nick pumped up and down on Greg. He pulled back and smirks up at him.
"I'm gonna make you crazy."
When Greg felt Nick's mouth on him he threw his head back against the wall and involuntarily thrust into Nick's mouth.
"Oh Jesus fucking Christ," Greg says while exhaling. He wound his hands through Nick's hair, willing him to not stop. "Goddamn, that feels good."
Nick hummed around Greg's cock. He loved the sound of Greg's voice and listening to him talk excited him even more. Nick swirled his tongue around Greg and score! he found what he's looking for, jammed in one of Greg's back pockets.
With the condom in one hand, he pushed Greg's hips flush against the wall and alternated quick bobbing and lots of tongue with slow, long sucking. He wanted to hear Greg beg for him.
Greg was nearly crawling out of his skin with arousal. He realized dimly that he was babbling: "Oh Jesus, oh GOD Nicky. I can't take much more. I want you in me, please." Greg sounded absolutely desperate.
He used his grasp on Nick's hair to pull him back up to a standing position and kissed him deeply, tasting his own precome on Nick's tongue. He pulled back slightly. "Fuck me right now, up against the wall." he panted, voice low and raspy with arousal.
Nick pressed the condom into Greg's hand.
"I want you to put it on me," he breathed. He tore the sachet of lube open with his teeth and spit the bit of plastic onto the floor. Poured a bit onto his fingers and reached between Greg's legs. Nick pressed up and into Greg with a finger, a slow, almost predatory smile growing on his face.
Greg shuddered at the feel of Nick's finger in him, stopping all motion for a moment to get used to the feeling of the pleasant intrusion.
After a few deep breaths, he managed to open his eyes and with shaking hands he tore into the condom package and pulls it out. He took another breath and slowly rolled the condom down Nick's hard cock.
Nick hummed tunelessly, his lips pressed tightly together, and whoa, speaking of pressing, he pushed a second finger into Greg. Nick loved Greg's long hands, and loved them even more as he watched him puts the condom onto Nick's throbbing cock.
"Ready for it?" Nick asked, low and silky. "I'm gonna give it to you."
Greg groaned throatily and arched against Nick's invading fingers. He was having problems concentrating on anything other than Nick's fingers and his voice.
"Oh God yes, just do it Nick, please," he said and spread his legs a little wider and tried to hook one foot around the back of one of Nick's legs, waiting for Nick to lift him into position and just fuck already. He felt like he'd cry if he didn't soon and he let out a small whimper.
Nick grabbed Greg's leg and hoist him up as he angled himself between Greg's narrow hips. Fingers out and he pushed into Greg, slow, smooth. He kissed that long throat again, running his tongue out to get the taste of Greg's sweat. Greg was tight and hot and Nick moaned against his throat.
"I still can't believe this, mmm..." And he was in all the way, hard as steel and fighting the urge to just fuck Greg silly up against the wall. He grasped Greg's hips and thrusts, slowly at first, to tease. Who? Himself? Greg?
Greg took in a deep hissing breath through clenched teeth as Nick entered him. A litany of nonsensical words including fuck, good and love fell from Greg's mouth.
After a moment, Nick started to move and Greg was lost in the sensation, but Nick was moving too goddamned slow. Greg looked straight into Nick's eyes, completely serious, "Don't fuck around Nick." His voice was deep and raspy and his eyes were black with lust; there's no mistaking what he wants. "Fuck me as hard as you can and for the love of God, don't hold back." As if to punctuate his words, he grabbed Nick's shoulders for leverage and rocked himself as hard as he could down onto Nick's hard cock.
Nick had always known that Greg loves the sound of his own voice, and he intended to make Greg use it. Nick grunted when Greg came down on his cock and he pulled him away from the wall.
"Couch," he growled. They barely made it the 10 feet from the wall to the sofa and with Greg on his back, Nick gave him what he wanted. He leaned down and kissed Greg roughly and his hips picked up the pace. So hot, so fucking hot.
Greg wrapped his arms around Nick's neck as he was pulled from the wall and carried to the couch, biting and sucking at his neck the whole way.
He groaned loudly when Nick picked up the pace and thrust back with everything he had. "Holy fuck Nick, God, don't stop. So fucking good, fuck, Jesus, harder." The words fell from his mouth like praise and he arched into every thrust. He scratched his nails down Nick's back and idly thought that he'd never had it so good.
Nick bent his back when Greg scratched him. It was so fucking erotic and animal and he plunged into Greg roughly. He could feel the arches of his feet tingling, the small of his back; he had to hold back just long enough.
Remembering something from earlier, Nick put one of his own hands behind Greg's back, but took his other hand, met Greg's eye, licked the palm again, and took hold of the younger man's cock. He stroked up and down firmly if not a bit jerkily. He was really having difficult keeping control. It was the look on Greg's face, the sound of his voice, the writhing, hot body under him. Jesus. His hips bucked, keeping their own rhythm.
"Oh Jesus, yes, just like that, right fucking there." Greg was panting and his vision started to grey as Nick's cock brushed his prostate with every thrust.
Greg's words slowly and smoothly changed to one long growl as his eyes flutter shut. He threw his head back and his body tensed. He came hard, aware only of Nick and the sensations he was causing.
Greg's voice sent Nick into orbit, the slick feel of Greg's come in his fist, the feel of Greg contracting around him. Both of his hands were on Greg's chest then, holding him down, his body working independently of his mind.
"Gun's goin' off," he whispered brokenly, and shot over the edge. His orgasm was so intense, so intense, that he thought for a moment that he was dying. "Fuck, Greg... fuckkkk..." He slurred, his head resting against Greg's collarbone. He withdrew slowly, slowly, and pulled the condom off, tied it. His breathing was still ragged, but he managed to get to his feet.
"You stay right there," he said fuzzily. "I'm going to throw this out and get you something to clean up with." There was a messy whitish handprint near Greg's left shoulder.
If he had had the energy, he would have laughed at Nick's command to stay where he was because he didn't have the energy to move, let alone get up.
Instead he just lay there, bleary-eyed and sated, waiting for Nick to return.
Author: Viva Nova
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Nick and Greg
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Rar.
Summary: AU - Crossover with X-Men
A/N:
neviditelny was kind enough to point out to me that Karma is a pre-exisisting X-Men character... Mine's an OC. This chapter was co-written with _slytherin_girlThe Story So Far...
(Chapter Seventeen - Greg's Wall)
Greg had barely gotten the door shut before Nick had him pinned up against the wall, pulled his coat open and pressed his mouth furiously against the younger man's. As he pulled away, Nick bit Greg's lower lip with an almost predatory growl.
"I don't want to wait," he purred. "I want you right here."
Greg easily moved with Nick as he's pressed against the wall. He ran his hands up Nick's back and pulled him closer.
"Then take me, right here." Greg looked directly into Nick's eyes as he spoke.
Nick's eyelids were heavy and he met Greg's eyes with a look that smoldered. His hands found their way under Greg's shirt and yanked it up over his head. Nick's head dipped down and his teeth find Greg's collarbone as his fingers dig into Greg's hips.
"Oh god," Greg moaned and he gripped Nick's shoulders to prevent himself from sliding down the wall as he feels his knees started to give.
He managed to get himself under enough control to slide his hands down Nick's arms and loop them around his waist. With a quick jerk, he pulled Nick up against him and lightly bit at his neck.
One of Nick's hands left Greg's hips and slid down the front of Greg's pants, rubbing the thick heat behind the zipper. Pop, zip and Greg's fly was wide open. Nick's hand stroked the top of Greg's erection and he groaned low in his throat. A slow smile spread on his face.
"You go commando in jeans? You are either very brave or very dumb." He laughed throatily and hooked his thumbs in Greg's belt loops. In one smooth motion, Greg's jeans were around his ankles.
Greg shrugged and waggled his eyebrows suggestively, "What can I say? I like to live dangerously." He was breathless and he could barely open his eyes as he spoke, but the typical Greg humour was obvious.
His breath caught in his throat as he felt his jeans hit his ankles. Almost frantically, he slipped off his shoes and socks before stepping out of his jeans and undoing Nick's pants.
"God, there are just too many clothes on you right now."
Nick's mouth curved into a smile.
"Gonna remedy that?" Nick kicked his pants and shorts off, then took one of Greg's hands in his own. He looked Greg dead in the eyes and licked the younger man's palm from the base to the tip of his middle finger, sucking on it briefly. He wrapped it around his cock and used his own hand as a guide, moving Greg's hand up and down.
"Uhhhhn..." His other hand ran up and down Greg's bare hip as he watched Greg's face, almost dreamy.
Greg was unable to take his eyes off of both their hands on Nick's cock, his jaw hanging open slightly.
"Well I'll be goddamned if that's not the hottest thing I've ever seen," Greg said softly before looking back up at Nick and kissing him again hungrily.
Nick moaned against Greg's mouth and jerked his hips into Greg's fist. He pulled away, breathing heavily.
"Just... just a second." He let go of Greg's hand and dropped to his knees to search for what Greg always kept in one of his pockets. While he was down there, he licked a hot, wet stripe up Greg's cock, from base to head. His hands searched blindly as Nick pumped up and down on Greg. He pulled back and smirks up at him.
"I'm gonna make you crazy."
When Greg felt Nick's mouth on him he threw his head back against the wall and involuntarily thrust into Nick's mouth.
"Oh Jesus fucking Christ," Greg says while exhaling. He wound his hands through Nick's hair, willing him to not stop. "Goddamn, that feels good."
Nick hummed around Greg's cock. He loved the sound of Greg's voice and listening to him talk excited him even more. Nick swirled his tongue around Greg and score! he found what he's looking for, jammed in one of Greg's back pockets.
With the condom in one hand, he pushed Greg's hips flush against the wall and alternated quick bobbing and lots of tongue with slow, long sucking. He wanted to hear Greg beg for him.
Greg was nearly crawling out of his skin with arousal. He realized dimly that he was babbling: "Oh Jesus, oh GOD Nicky. I can't take much more. I want you in me, please." Greg sounded absolutely desperate.
He used his grasp on Nick's hair to pull him back up to a standing position and kissed him deeply, tasting his own precome on Nick's tongue. He pulled back slightly. "Fuck me right now, up against the wall." he panted, voice low and raspy with arousal.
Nick pressed the condom into Greg's hand.
"I want you to put it on me," he breathed. He tore the sachet of lube open with his teeth and spit the bit of plastic onto the floor. Poured a bit onto his fingers and reached between Greg's legs. Nick pressed up and into Greg with a finger, a slow, almost predatory smile growing on his face.
Greg shuddered at the feel of Nick's finger in him, stopping all motion for a moment to get used to the feeling of the pleasant intrusion.
After a few deep breaths, he managed to open his eyes and with shaking hands he tore into the condom package and pulls it out. He took another breath and slowly rolled the condom down Nick's hard cock.
Nick hummed tunelessly, his lips pressed tightly together, and whoa, speaking of pressing, he pushed a second finger into Greg. Nick loved Greg's long hands, and loved them even more as he watched him puts the condom onto Nick's throbbing cock.
"Ready for it?" Nick asked, low and silky. "I'm gonna give it to you."
Greg groaned throatily and arched against Nick's invading fingers. He was having problems concentrating on anything other than Nick's fingers and his voice.
"Oh God yes, just do it Nick, please," he said and spread his legs a little wider and tried to hook one foot around the back of one of Nick's legs, waiting for Nick to lift him into position and just fuck already. He felt like he'd cry if he didn't soon and he let out a small whimper.
Nick grabbed Greg's leg and hoist him up as he angled himself between Greg's narrow hips. Fingers out and he pushed into Greg, slow, smooth. He kissed that long throat again, running his tongue out to get the taste of Greg's sweat. Greg was tight and hot and Nick moaned against his throat.
"I still can't believe this, mmm..." And he was in all the way, hard as steel and fighting the urge to just fuck Greg silly up against the wall. He grasped Greg's hips and thrusts, slowly at first, to tease. Who? Himself? Greg?
Greg took in a deep hissing breath through clenched teeth as Nick entered him. A litany of nonsensical words including fuck, good and love fell from Greg's mouth.
After a moment, Nick started to move and Greg was lost in the sensation, but Nick was moving too goddamned slow. Greg looked straight into Nick's eyes, completely serious, "Don't fuck around Nick." His voice was deep and raspy and his eyes were black with lust; there's no mistaking what he wants. "Fuck me as hard as you can and for the love of God, don't hold back." As if to punctuate his words, he grabbed Nick's shoulders for leverage and rocked himself as hard as he could down onto Nick's hard cock.
Nick had always known that Greg loves the sound of his own voice, and he intended to make Greg use it. Nick grunted when Greg came down on his cock and he pulled him away from the wall.
"Couch," he growled. They barely made it the 10 feet from the wall to the sofa and with Greg on his back, Nick gave him what he wanted. He leaned down and kissed Greg roughly and his hips picked up the pace. So hot, so fucking hot.
Greg wrapped his arms around Nick's neck as he was pulled from the wall and carried to the couch, biting and sucking at his neck the whole way.
He groaned loudly when Nick picked up the pace and thrust back with everything he had. "Holy fuck Nick, God, don't stop. So fucking good, fuck, Jesus, harder." The words fell from his mouth like praise and he arched into every thrust. He scratched his nails down Nick's back and idly thought that he'd never had it so good.
Nick bent his back when Greg scratched him. It was so fucking erotic and animal and he plunged into Greg roughly. He could feel the arches of his feet tingling, the small of his back; he had to hold back just long enough.
Remembering something from earlier, Nick put one of his own hands behind Greg's back, but took his other hand, met Greg's eye, licked the palm again, and took hold of the younger man's cock. He stroked up and down firmly if not a bit jerkily. He was really having difficult keeping control. It was the look on Greg's face, the sound of his voice, the writhing, hot body under him. Jesus. His hips bucked, keeping their own rhythm.
"Oh Jesus, yes, just like that, right fucking there." Greg was panting and his vision started to grey as Nick's cock brushed his prostate with every thrust.
Greg's words slowly and smoothly changed to one long growl as his eyes flutter shut. He threw his head back and his body tensed. He came hard, aware only of Nick and the sensations he was causing.
Greg's voice sent Nick into orbit, the slick feel of Greg's come in his fist, the feel of Greg contracting around him. Both of his hands were on Greg's chest then, holding him down, his body working independently of his mind.
"Gun's goin' off," he whispered brokenly, and shot over the edge. His orgasm was so intense, so intense, that he thought for a moment that he was dying. "Fuck, Greg... fuckkkk..." He slurred, his head resting against Greg's collarbone. He withdrew slowly, slowly, and pulled the condom off, tied it. His breathing was still ragged, but he managed to get to his feet.
"You stay right there," he said fuzzily. "I'm going to throw this out and get you something to clean up with." There was a messy whitish handprint near Greg's left shoulder.
If he had had the energy, he would have laughed at Nick's command to stay where he was because he didn't have the energy to move, let alone get up.
Instead he just lay there, bleary-eyed and sated, waiting for Nick to return.
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