The "Massage" Saga Concludes
May. 3rd, 2005 12:40 pmTitle: The Back Massage
Author: Quettaser
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: No Spoilers
Summary: A patented back massage leads Nick to say what's really on his mind
Part: 3/3
“Just fuck me like a man.”
Nick knew it would take something like that to finally snap Greg out of his reverie and get him to really fuck him. Greg’s always loved it when Nick’s talked during sex, but Nick doesn’t do it that often. He doesn’t think it’s necessary or even that sensible, sex should be about enjoying what’s in between the words, although if Nick thinks about it, he shouldn’t be thinking anything about sensibility during sex, but this whole thinking thing has lost it’s appeal, because Greg was moving inside of him and Nick’s never felt so good.
Had he really waited this long to see what this felt like? To be so completely full, stretched beyond imagination, and unabashedly open? God, he was on fire, no, they were on fire, and Nick didn’t care if they burned to nothing but ashes because the blaze of Greg’s cock, Greg’s thighs, Greg’s hands felt so good and nothing was going to make Nick stop this.
Greg had set a steady pace, which was too slow for Nick, but that was okay for now because every few thrusts, Greg’s abdomen would brush against Nick’s cock, and Nick was almost positive he was doing it on purpose.
“Do you like it when I fuck you?” breathed Greg, the words tumbling out in a single exhale of pleasure. Jesus, had Greg been talking the whole time? Nick couldn’t remember, he’d been too focused on the feeling of Greg’s cock pushing in and out of him, deepening every thrust, the way Greg’s hands grasped his hips so tightly, so desperately, and the sounds of their sweaty flesh slapping together.
“Yes,” moaned Nick. Greg still wasn’t moving fast enough, at least, not for Nick, not when he’d been waiting on the edge of an orgasm for far too long. He wanted to be taken, to be fucked so hard that he’d wake up sore and unable to walk, he wanted this feeling burned inside of him because this was something he never wanted to forget. Nick realized he definitely liked a little pain with his pleasure, a thought he filed away for later, because it was taking all the strength Nick had not to pass out.
“I love fucking you,” said Greg, bringing his mouth down to Nick’s neck, sucking away at the sensitive spots he knew so well. “You feel so good, so hot. I never want to stop.” That rasping voice, so close to his ear, the rhythm of Greg’s cock, still too slow, the heat of Greg’s body on top of his, and Nick knew it wouldn’t last long at all.
“Dominate me, Greg,” whispered Nick. And Nick had definitely lost control of his mouth, words spilled out and he couldn’t stop them, he didn’t want to, which seemed to be the effect Greg had on him today. “Fuck me into the bed, make me yours.” Nick felt the shudder move through Greg’s body, felt him moan against his neck, but then Nick couldn’t feel anything but Greg’s cock because Greg had hitched up Nick’s knees and was fucking him the way he needed to be fucked.
The room was filled with the deep moans, the pleasure driven words, the sweat and the smells of sex. It was driving Nick insane, he’d never been this turned on, this filled with pleasure, this alive. Every nerve in his body was tingling in anticipation and by the look on Greg’s face, Nick knew that they were headed into the final stretch in their race to orgasm. “You were always mine,” panted Greg, reaching between their heaving bodies to wrap his hand around the head of Nick’s cock.
“Fuck me hard, Greg. Fuck me till you come in my ass.” No, Nick definitely didn’t say things like that, not normally, but a man can’t be held responsible for the things he says when his lover has a fist around his cock and is fucking him in just the right way so that with each thrust the head of his cock brushes against his prostate. At least, that’s what Nick told himself. But words were getting hard again, because Greg was moving faster, both in his ass and on his cock, and Nick wasn’t holding back anything anymore.
“Come for me, Nick,” Greg moaned, and that’s more than enough for Nick to surrender. He came, harder, and longer than he can remember, his body tensed with the exquisite release, and he definitely felt his ass tighten around Greg’s cock, and judging by the way Greg’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, Greg wasn’t far behind.
It was only a few more quick thrusts before Greg finally came, and although Nick was already drained from their activities, he couldn’t deny the pleasure he felt in feeling Greg come inside of him, the feeling of the full condom inside his now tender ass. He also couldn’t deny the emptiness he felt when Greg pulled out, throwing the condom away. Nick smiled at Greg when he collapsed beside him on the bed, sweaty, exhausted and beautiful.
Greg smiled back, leaning in for a slow, deep kiss. He nestled his head into the crook of Nick’s neck, which already showed the some of the marks of their escapades. “That was amazing,” Greg murmured against his neck. Nick could only sigh contentedly in return, wrapping his arm around Greg, bringing their bodies close again. “We should shower. We’re going to wake up all gross.”
“Mmm, too tired,” replied Nick, who was slowly drifting off into sleep.
“I need to give you back massages more often,” whispered Greg, placing light kisses along Nick’s jaw line. Nick smiled, Greg always did that in bed, he could never be truly still until he was asleep, and even then he was still pretty active. The soft brush of Greg’s lips, combined with exhaustion let Nick gently drift off into sleep and complete relaxation, last words slipping out of his mouth.
“Maybe next time, I’ll let you tie me up.”
Fin. (for reals this time)
A/N: I had a really fun time writing this. Maybe I'll continue this general storyline, because I have a feeling you'll want to see what happens next, maybe I'll make a bunch sub-Nick fics in a little series. We'll see. And thanks for all the lovely feedback.
Part One
Part Two
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Date: 2005-05-03 10:17 pm (UTC)Woah... Is it just me or has it gotten really hot all of a sudden... ?
Wooonderful fic, girl... Dang... I hope we'll read more of you :)
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Date: 2005-05-04 04:47 am (UTC)I realize that's a little forward considering that I don't even know you, but I love you nonetheless.
I love reading about Greg being in control, since in most fics it's Nick who's always in charge and while that's nice, I really do think Greg would totally get into the psychology of topping and being dominant.
Also, I totally have a thing for Nick talking dirty.
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Date: 2005-05-04 05:09 am (UTC)Anyways...
Greg should definitely top more, and I just got tired of reading the phrase "boy-slim hips." I needed some raunch with my salad today.
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Date: 2005-05-05 06:22 pm (UTC)I hereby request that you write the one in which Nick gets tied up. Because I know I like a little pain with my pleasure and I like it when the boys get a little pain with theirs too. And so few do dominant Greg but he'd be good at it. He needs to play more, that's all.
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Date: 2005-05-06 07:48 am (UTC)The "Nick gets tied up" story is probably the next one I'll do, after I'm done finals (In about a week). Though I'll probably be writing something in between then and now.
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Date: 2005-05-06 07:38 pm (UTC)*waits impatiently*
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Date: 2006-04-04 05:45 am (UTC)Oh good lordy ... the evil thoughts going through my little mind.