"Breakfast Anyone?" Part 2 of "Hungry?"
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nickngregTitle: "Breakfast Anyone"
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shacky20
Summary: What happens after the locker room scene in "Hungry", why a little breakfast at Nick's
A/N: Yeah, smut warning NC17 Special Thanks to everyone at the Nick/Greg Slash Thread at TalkCSI, I never would have attempted writing without you guys, thanks everyone there and Kristen999, I love you guys!
Part 1 can be read here!
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nickngreg, and csi_slash
It had to have been the longest drive of Greg Sanders life. He knew it really wasn’t that far from the Crime Lab to Nick Stokes’ house, but damn, it sure the hell felt like it. Especially when he could still feel the tingle where his lips had been burned by Nick‘s. And his ear still was warm where Nick whispered into it asking if Greg had been willing to share more than his lunch. Then Nick had made his point by stating that he didn’t like teases as he ground his hard cock into Greg’s and that was all he could take. That was the point of that whole display. Greg had wanted to share so much more with Nick ever since he first had laid eyes on the CSI. Three years, that’s how long he had waited for this morning. And it was a damn good thing he knew where Nick lived because he must have been more anxious than Greg had because Nick was so far ahead of Greg now he could no longer see Nick’s truck in front of him anymore on the road.
Nick had purposely lost Greg on the way home. He knew his way there, but Nick had his own idea’s. Greg was doing that on purpose. Probably thought he was being real cute doing those things with his tongue and those lips in the middle of the damn hallway at the Lab. Well, now that Nick knew that little show was for him, just for him, he had his own ideas. Greg didn’t know what teasing was yet. And Nick knew he already had what he needed at home so he didn’t need to make any stops. Oh Yeah, Greg was going to learn what it felt like to be teased. And he had just enough time to get there and start his plan before Greg got to his house.
When Greg pulled up in Nick driveway, of course his truck was already there. Greg walked quickly, imagining what was waiting for him behind that door. Nick, gorgeous perfect Nick. Nick that always smelled so damn good, and always leaned just a little too close for friends. Nick that looked at Greg sometimes like he was either a side attraction at a carnival or something to be devoured whole, but now Greg had his answer and he wasn’t waiting any longer. Either apparently was Nick or he wouldn’t have been in such a damn hurry. But as soon as he opened the door he knew why, and he wondered why the hell he didn’t drive faster to get here.
Greg opened the door and couldn’t help but stare at the object of his desire. He had thought about this man, this moment, but nothing compared to what was standing in front of him, and his fantasies would never be the same again. Nick stood there in his kitchen, leaning against the counter like he had been waiting there for hours for him. Greg started at the bottom, and stared at Nick’s bare feet, had he ever seen them before, and those toes were pretty damn fine. He worked his eyes up at the pair of jeans that Nick had been wearing at work, still tight as ever. But definitely a little tighter in the right places if the bulging erection begging to be let out gave any indication as to what was on Nick’s mind. His line of sight trailed upwards at the flat stomach, toned abs, and that perfect chest. God could a man look any more delectable. Then those arms, tanned and muscular, and Greg knew the strength of those arms as he remember the ease at which they spun Greg around and pinned him against the lockers. At his last stop of the once over, Greg knew why Nick was in such a hurry to get here, knew what Nick had meant by teasing. Knew that teasing and the show Nick was performing was just for him and God what did he do to deserve this sight before him. Because before him stood one Nick Stokes wearing nothing but a pair of jeans, enjoying his breakfast, a banana. “Hey G, hungry?” As he said that, he bent over the fruit and took a nice big bite, staring directly into Greg’s eyes as he bit down.
Greg walked over towards the counter where Nick stood, while shucking his jacket and shoes in the process.
“You know Nick, I offered to share, what about you, are you in a sharing mood?”
Nick looked at Greg, and took a look at the banana in his hand and peeled back another outer layer.
“Well that depends G, what are you offering? I’m real hungry here and have been waiting a long time to come home for breakfast.” And with that Nick took a another bite, making sure to chew real slow. He started making the same little mewing noises that Greg was doing just a couple of hours earlier to try to draw Nick’s attention, so Nick figured two can play at that game. After taking several seconds and making sure to put on a show, he swallowed his mouthful and looked at Greg, “but I may be in a sharing mood.”
Greg walked over to Nick slowly, stalking his prey, now minus his shoes and jacket. He grabbed Nick’s hand holding the sweet piece of fruit, and without saying a word, he took Nick’s hand and pulled it towards his mouth, but instead of taking a bite, he took the banana as far in his mouth as he could, and slowly slid Nick’s hand back down, holding Nick’s eye contact the whole way, making sure his tongue slid the whole way down the banana, to give Nick the whole effect. Then one more time he took it in his mouth, and curled his lips around it, and hallowed out his cheeks just as he did with his lunch, showing Nick what was in store.
“God Greg, do you know what you are doing to me”?
Greg took his hand and felt Nick’s hard cock through his jeans and said “Apparently what I had intended.”
With that Greg took a bite and handed Nick’s breakfast back to him, while he started licking Nick’s neck and all he could smell was bananas and Greg, and this was just what he was hoping for.
“Last bite, open wide.” And the Tech did as told, and opened wide, making sure to capture Nick’s fingers in his mouth as well, and slowly let them fall from his mouth. While Greg was chewing on his last bite, Nick took the time to put his hands under Greg’s shirt and start lapping his tongue on his neck. Continuing up to suck on his ear, releasing long enough to pull Greg’s shirt over his head. As quickly as he let go, he latched back on to Greg’s neck. Getting closer towards his goal, leaning into Greg against the counter top, then picking up the slightly lighter man and setting him down so they so they were eye to eye. “Now I’m going to show you what teases get Greg.”
Lips fought for control, but after waiting so long for the touches and the kisses, control was not easy to come by. Arms became tangled around bodes. Lips fought with teeth and tongues to taste, to explore, to feel the other mouth. Both tasted like the banana they had just shared but also like their own unique essence. Nick never knew something could taste so damn good and sweet, he could feel the energy under his hands, Greg almost shaking with anticipation. He slid Greg off the counter back to leaning against the count, and then Ncik slowly slid to his knees. He worked at undoing Greg’s button, anticipating what Greg would taste like, what he would sound like as Nick sucked him. And he didn’t have to wait long as he released Greg’s throbbing erection from its confines. And God if he knew Greg tasted this good he would have done this years ago.
“Nick, oh God Nick, more, more, please take more. Fuck Nick, so good, so so good.”
And he did as asked, and took more of Greg into his mouth. Making sure to lick in the right places. Like right under the tip of his cockhead, just to hear that little noise that Greg made when Nick’s tongue tasted his dripping cock. He yanked harder at Greg pants and brought them down to his knees, he wanted more, to taste more, to feel more. He pushed Greg back harder against the counter to keep him from pushing further into his mouth. But he had to, Greg wanted to.
Nick slowly stood up with a teasing glint in his eyes, never diverting them from Greg‘s. “Do you want to fuck my mouth Greggo, huh, is that what you think you wanna do? Well bud, you are just gonna have to wait for that.” All Greg could do was look into those huge brown eyes and he looked like a pleading child begging for the new toy in the store.
“God please Nick, don’t stop now, you feel too good, need your mouth on me, please.”
“Remember what I told you happens to teases. “
“Remind me, please.”
“Oh don’t worry G, you’ll get what’s coming to you.”
With that Nick cradled Greg’s head in his hands and kissed him hard, but this one was different. This was more about passion, not just lust. He could find lust at any number of faceless men at any club, but these lips were familiar. He listened to these lips spout off wild theories about the Mountain Shadow Effect and drowning in the desert. About crazy games of naming chemical compounds to liquid dish soap and scuba divers and liquid latex, and biotoxins. He saw these lips lick ice cream off spoons and sing along to music he couldn’t understand. He also could watch Greg speak geek in ways he would never hope to understand. Yes he knew these lips, he has started at them, yearned for them, that soft place to be his, and now it was. He could feel Greg hardness pressing against his jeans, and then Greg started working the buttons and zipper of Nick’s jeans and he was once again wondering what the hell took since so long to get here.
The kisses got more urgent, and the skin on skin wasn’t enough. They both wanted more, and their desire was growing at a fevered pitch. But it wasn’t enough, Nick wanted it all.
“G, unless you want me to fuck you on top of my kitchen counter, I suggest we take this elsewhere.”
Greg was to speechless to move, he already missed Nick’s heated touch, wanted it back, craved it. And Nick wasn’t too sure that maybe Greg didn’t want to be fucked in his kitchen, but Greg latched on to Nick greedily.
“Lead the way cowboy.” And they fumbled and kissed and groped their way and finally, finally make their way to Nick’s bedroom.
“Do you know how long I have wanted you G, have dreamt of you right here, feeling your lips around my cock? Do you know how many times I laid here at jerked off screaming your name when I came.”
And for the second time in five minutes Greg was speechless. All he could do was manage to pull Nick down on top of him for another searing kiss.
Words where slowly coming back, but not in full thoughts. “Too many, off Nick, God please take them off, I want you on top of me naked. Do you know how many nights I fantasized about you,? I would look at the mouth of yours as you spoke to me, barely hearing the words, just looking at your lips. God, please tell me I won’t wake up, I’ve wanted this so long, too long, three years I’ve wanted you, longed for you.”
“Oh trust me, no dream babe, this is the real thing.” And with that Nick traveled back down Greg’s torso leaving hot wet kisses and tongue marks down his chest to his jeans opening. Greg took the hint and lifted his aching hips off the bed so Nick could slide his pants and boxers down in one quick stroke.
Nick threw the unwanted garments on the floor, kneeling around his prize, eyeing Greg in this state of arousal and knowing it was all for him was enough to make Nick come in his pants right then and there. He slowly started undoing his own jeans, speaking his thoughts to Greg as he did so.
“So long Greg, so long I’ve dreamt of you like this, spread out naked underneath me, panting, moaning my name, screaming, begging for me to fuck you.” Nick started taking his pants down while surveying the impatient man underneath him, because Greg was in no mood to wait. Nick couldn’t help the strangled groan he let out as he looked down he watch Gregs hand move down towards his achingly hard cock and start stroking himself, murmuring Nick’s name while he was touching himself.
Nick shed the rest of his clothes, but dared not touch, this was every fantasy he ever dared dreamed, playing out right under him, and he wanted to the whole show.
He watch Greg squirm and writhe as stroked himself slowly, and with intensity.
“God Nicky, you make me so hard, so fucking hard.” Greg eyes fluttered open to stare at a naked Nick Stokes kneeling above him watching him with such intensity it was overwhelming. Greg reached down with his other hand down and started stroking his balls. “Do you want to know what you do to me Nicky, this. Every night when I would leave work, and go home. I would stretch out on my bed, naked like this, and touch myself, fuck myself, thinking only of you, thinking of your cock inside me, how good it would feel, how , Oh GOD” Greg was getting himself too close to coming but the words kept spilling and the thought of fucking himself off for Nick, only for Nick’s pleasure was so tempting. He stopped for a minute to try to compose himself, grabbed the sheets tightly and arched into the air above him, while Nick leaned down and swirled his tongue around Greg’s dripping cock.
“Jesus Greg, do you know how fucking hot you are, watching you jerk yourself off for me, only for me, what else do you do for me Greg, when you are all alone, in that bed of yours tell me what you do only for me G, please, I need to know.”
“Do you want to know Nicky, do you? Do you want to know what I look like coming, screaming your name?” With that Greg got on his knees as well, reached up behind Nick’s neck and they shared a fervent kiss, once again all about need and hunger. Greg started sliding his aching cock against Nick’s and Nick ground back with equal fervor. God if he didn’t stop this soon it would be over way too fast for him, and he wanted to fuck Greg Sanders with everything he had, wanted to make every single one of Greg’s fantasies a reality.
With that Greg turned his lover around and threw him against his the bed and straddled his hips, basically giving each other the view the other just had.
“Here is what I do Nicky, I start by running my hand down my aching dick because after being around you all night I have to have a release when I get home, I ache for it.” And with that, Greg once again ran his hand down to his shaft after spitting into and starting thrusting into his own grip.
Nick lay there in awe. His own cock ached for released. He tried to get some friction against Greg somehow, but he wouldn’t miss this show for everything. And maybe this is what attracted him to Greg, his free spirit, to share anything with anyone, but he wasn’t just anyone. Maybe is was just him, only for him Greg had been waiting for, God knows Nick had been waiting only for Greg for three years, except that one stupid night with some prostitute, is he only knew then.
Greg then starting sucking two of his own fingers, giving Nick Stokes the show of a lifetime. Greg straddled above him, showing him what it was like to look into Greg’s most private sexual thoughts of him, God for him, and Nick was gripping the sheets tighter and tighter trying to keep himself from touching, He wanted to touch Greg so bad, but he wanted to, needed to see Greg do this to himself, he imagined for so long what would Greg look him doing himself, and he wouldn’t miss this.
As the stroking got more and more erratic, Greg took his two fingers in his mouth the roughly pushed them into is tight ass and he let out a cry, or a moan, Nick couldn’t tell, but whatever it was it was setting him on fire. Greg was on top of him fucking himself, rocking between his tight first and his own fingers in his ass, and God he was so fucking beautiful. Nick could see glimpses of the gorgeous cockhead peeking through his fist dripping wet, and Nick wanted to taste, to lick. But there was no way he was going to disrupt Greg’s pleasure, Nick knew he would get his turn soon enough, and then Greg would know what it was truly liked to be fucked.
Nick knew that Greg was getting close by the flush of his face the words he was babbling but Nick could still make them out, “God Nicky, you fuck me so good, yeah right there, wanted you so long, needed you so much, never been this good Nick, god make me come for you Nicky, only for you, I want to squirt my cum all over you Nick, God Yes, you make it perfect Nick, only for you. Waited only for you.”
With those words Nick couldn’t help it, he touched Greg’s chest, and started pumping his hips against Greg, not feeling much but God the grind was a release in of itself.
“Yes Greg, only for you, wanted you only for myself. Do you know how incredibly hot it is to watch you fuck yourself for me? Do you know what I am going to do to you, that hot little asshole of yours is mine, and I’m gonna pump my cock into you over and over and then make you beg for more. I want to feel you Greg, feel your cum, feel your hot slick cum on me. Come for me Greg, I want to feel your hot cum on my aching cock. Do it Greg, I need to you cum for me, God please.”
“God yes Nicky“, Greg opened his eyes to stare into the depths of Nick’s and he would have thought that the actions for what he was doing would hit him and make him self conscious, but at he sheer longing and love in Nick’s eyes, Greg looked down, and grasped his cock tighter, pumping faster, repeating his mantra of before “Only for you Nick, only for you.”
Nick stared down at Greg’s quickly moving hand and stared at his dripping cock, which was lined up with his, and Nick couldn’t wait for the feeling, knew it was coming, but it was taking an eternity, and with that Greg threw his head back.
“Yes Nick, Fuck me harder, yes please, I want to, need to, let me cum please?”
“God yes Greg, cum for me, cum on my aching cock, I want to feel for hot cum on me cock, please.” And with that Nick felt the first warm spurts of Greg’s love hit his throbbing cock and them some.
“OH GOD, please Nick, Fuck so good, so good, never better. You feel so perfect Nick.”
With a spent Greg laying on top on him Nick took his opportunity. He quickly got on top of Greg and reversed where they just were.
“Greg, you don’t know what’s it’s like to be fucked yet.” And with that, Nick reached down and started stroking his own cock, using Greg’s warm cum us lube, and nothing has ever felt better, more sensual in his life. With that though, he took one cum soaked finger into his mouth so because he just had to taste.
Greg looked up in awe and desire and was watching Nicky stroke himself with Greg’s cum and it made his spent cock already stir again.
“Now turn over and I’m gonna show you what’s it’s like to be fucked.” And with that, Nick moved out from underneath Greg, and reached for a pillow to put underneath Greg’s hips since he was already laying on his stomach. The younger man did as commanded and lifted his hips, while Nick got behind him. And he knew this would be over way to quick but he didn’t even care. There would be another time, he already knew that. He just saw Greg Sanders fuck himself off laying on top of him, he would never need another fantasy again, and he had to feel that hot ass now. Without even asking if Greg was ready, he pulled an arm under his hips to bring his ass a little higher in the air, and grabbed his cock again making sure it was still lubed up with Greg’s cum. And knowing that Greg was already prepared, he wasted no time in shoving his cock inside Greg’s tight warm ass, and God, had anything ever felt so good. They both let out a strangled cry of relief and finally joining and pure ecstasy at the sensation. And although Greg had just come, Nick could feel his half hark cock bouncing again already, and that thought that he could do that to Greg gave Nick more incentive.
Ramming into Greg, Nick loved the grunts that Greg was emitting each time Nick slammed into him.
“This is what it is liked to be fucked Greg, taken. This is what I have though about each time you bent over one of your damn microscopes, and leaned in so close smelling so damn good. This is what I thought about every time how spouted off your theories and all I could think about was those lips wrapping around my cock.”
Greg really wasn’t speaking, more like complying. “Harder Nicky, more please, never go good, only you Nicky, never wanted anyone like you.” He almost let those fearful words “I love you so much Nicky” slip out but those would be saved for another day. Not yet.
Nick grabbed Greg harder and pulled him up so they were both on their knees, Nick couldn’t stop pounding into Greg, never wanted to come, too good too right. Too damn long, he never wanted to be without this feeling again.
He knew is was getting close, so he reached around to grab Greg already stiff cock again, trying to coax Greg to come with him this time. “Come again for me Greg, I want to feel you come with me, feel so good, so warm, please I need to come in you.”
“Yes please come in me Nick, I want to feel you pulse around me, please, Oh God Nicky can’t hold out much longer, too good.” So Nick twisted his cock little harder on his next upstroke and sped up his thrusting until he was no longing thinking, only thinking about where they were connected and rammed as hard as he and Greg could take it. Greg let out a strangled cry as wetness fell upon Nick’s hands, “Oh Fuck Yeah Nick, AUGH GOD! Nick, yes, More” Nick he could feel Greg’s ass squeeze his cock as Greg spasmed and Nick held onto Greg’s hips as tight as he could as he shot into Greg.
“AUGH FUCK YES, God Greg, fuck so good, Augh, so tight, so good Greg.” Nick knew he was screaming, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He was coming inside Greg and nothing he had ever experienced had ever felt better. No nameless faceless sex in a club, or one night stand because this was Greg, who he longed for, whom is heart longed for. And by the sound of things Greg didn’t care either because Nick never imagined Greg being the quiet type and he wasn’t disappointed, in fact he thought it was the most beautiful sound he ever heard.
They both were panting hard, trying to catch their breath as they fell back onto the bed. As their breathing returned to a somewhat normal pace, Greg rolled over to Nick to face him. He kissed Nick with all the energy and love, although he dare not say that, he had left in him.
“Damn Stokes, if I knew you could fuck that well, I would have eaten noodles in front of you years ago.”
Nick turned to the man beside him and looked him in the eyes so Greg knew what he was about to say was true.
“I didn’t fuck you Greg, I made love to you, like I’ve dreamt about for years. There’s a difference in my book, and don’t forget that.” He grabbed Greg and held him close, and could almost swear he could feel wetness on his shoulder but he wouldn’t dare ask Greg that, or look, he just held tight to him. He felt another warm wet drop, but then a strong voice behind that.
“Oh I will definitely remember that Stokes. But can I say, you are a very talented man.” He kissed Nick gently on the lips one more time and lay next to him for another minute.
“You’re not so bad yourself G. You feel like staying here for the day, I’m sure I could find something for you to wear to work later.” Greg pretended to ponder that invitation for a minute before answering, but with a smirk on his face which already gave Nick his answer.
“Well, how could I pass up an offer like that, but I usually play harder to get.”
“Oh you definitely played hard to get Greg, trust me, I wasn’t walking around half hard at work for all that time over the evidence, do you have any idea the effect you have on me G?”
“Not yet, but it should be fun learning, and I’d love to stay, and I’m beat so how about a little rest?”
“I think that sounds like the perfect idea, I just hope you aren’t a cover hog.”
“Oh don’t worry, I’ll keep you warm.”
They lay there in the warm covers nestled in each other and just about as he was to drift off to sleep, one last thought entered Greg’s mind.
“Nick?”
“Hum?”
“What do you keep around here for dinner?”
Nick smacked Greg over his head with the pillow and said “We’ll see what we find when we wake up, promise Greg, you won’t go hungry.”
And as that thought floated through Greg’s head, he drifted off to a peaceful sleep.
Author:
shacky20Summary: What happens after the locker room scene in "Hungry", why a little breakfast at Nick's
A/N: Yeah, smut warning NC17 Special Thanks to everyone at the Nick/Greg Slash Thread at TalkCSI, I never would have attempted writing without you guys, thanks everyone there and Kristen999, I love you guys!
Part 1 can be read here!
X-posted to
shacky20, nickngreg, and csi_slashIt had to have been the longest drive of Greg Sanders life. He knew it really wasn’t that far from the Crime Lab to Nick Stokes’ house, but damn, it sure the hell felt like it. Especially when he could still feel the tingle where his lips had been burned by Nick‘s. And his ear still was warm where Nick whispered into it asking if Greg had been willing to share more than his lunch. Then Nick had made his point by stating that he didn’t like teases as he ground his hard cock into Greg’s and that was all he could take. That was the point of that whole display. Greg had wanted to share so much more with Nick ever since he first had laid eyes on the CSI. Three years, that’s how long he had waited for this morning. And it was a damn good thing he knew where Nick lived because he must have been more anxious than Greg had because Nick was so far ahead of Greg now he could no longer see Nick’s truck in front of him anymore on the road.
Nick had purposely lost Greg on the way home. He knew his way there, but Nick had his own idea’s. Greg was doing that on purpose. Probably thought he was being real cute doing those things with his tongue and those lips in the middle of the damn hallway at the Lab. Well, now that Nick knew that little show was for him, just for him, he had his own ideas. Greg didn’t know what teasing was yet. And Nick knew he already had what he needed at home so he didn’t need to make any stops. Oh Yeah, Greg was going to learn what it felt like to be teased. And he had just enough time to get there and start his plan before Greg got to his house.
When Greg pulled up in Nick driveway, of course his truck was already there. Greg walked quickly, imagining what was waiting for him behind that door. Nick, gorgeous perfect Nick. Nick that always smelled so damn good, and always leaned just a little too close for friends. Nick that looked at Greg sometimes like he was either a side attraction at a carnival or something to be devoured whole, but now Greg had his answer and he wasn’t waiting any longer. Either apparently was Nick or he wouldn’t have been in such a damn hurry. But as soon as he opened the door he knew why, and he wondered why the hell he didn’t drive faster to get here.
Greg opened the door and couldn’t help but stare at the object of his desire. He had thought about this man, this moment, but nothing compared to what was standing in front of him, and his fantasies would never be the same again. Nick stood there in his kitchen, leaning against the counter like he had been waiting there for hours for him. Greg started at the bottom, and stared at Nick’s bare feet, had he ever seen them before, and those toes were pretty damn fine. He worked his eyes up at the pair of jeans that Nick had been wearing at work, still tight as ever. But definitely a little tighter in the right places if the bulging erection begging to be let out gave any indication as to what was on Nick’s mind. His line of sight trailed upwards at the flat stomach, toned abs, and that perfect chest. God could a man look any more delectable. Then those arms, tanned and muscular, and Greg knew the strength of those arms as he remember the ease at which they spun Greg around and pinned him against the lockers. At his last stop of the once over, Greg knew why Nick was in such a hurry to get here, knew what Nick had meant by teasing. Knew that teasing and the show Nick was performing was just for him and God what did he do to deserve this sight before him. Because before him stood one Nick Stokes wearing nothing but a pair of jeans, enjoying his breakfast, a banana. “Hey G, hungry?” As he said that, he bent over the fruit and took a nice big bite, staring directly into Greg’s eyes as he bit down.
Greg walked over towards the counter where Nick stood, while shucking his jacket and shoes in the process.
“You know Nick, I offered to share, what about you, are you in a sharing mood?”
Nick looked at Greg, and took a look at the banana in his hand and peeled back another outer layer.
“Well that depends G, what are you offering? I’m real hungry here and have been waiting a long time to come home for breakfast.” And with that Nick took a another bite, making sure to chew real slow. He started making the same little mewing noises that Greg was doing just a couple of hours earlier to try to draw Nick’s attention, so Nick figured two can play at that game. After taking several seconds and making sure to put on a show, he swallowed his mouthful and looked at Greg, “but I may be in a sharing mood.”
Greg walked over to Nick slowly, stalking his prey, now minus his shoes and jacket. He grabbed Nick’s hand holding the sweet piece of fruit, and without saying a word, he took Nick’s hand and pulled it towards his mouth, but instead of taking a bite, he took the banana as far in his mouth as he could, and slowly slid Nick’s hand back down, holding Nick’s eye contact the whole way, making sure his tongue slid the whole way down the banana, to give Nick the whole effect. Then one more time he took it in his mouth, and curled his lips around it, and hallowed out his cheeks just as he did with his lunch, showing Nick what was in store.
“God Greg, do you know what you are doing to me”?
Greg took his hand and felt Nick’s hard cock through his jeans and said “Apparently what I had intended.”
With that Greg took a bite and handed Nick’s breakfast back to him, while he started licking Nick’s neck and all he could smell was bananas and Greg, and this was just what he was hoping for.
“Last bite, open wide.” And the Tech did as told, and opened wide, making sure to capture Nick’s fingers in his mouth as well, and slowly let them fall from his mouth. While Greg was chewing on his last bite, Nick took the time to put his hands under Greg’s shirt and start lapping his tongue on his neck. Continuing up to suck on his ear, releasing long enough to pull Greg’s shirt over his head. As quickly as he let go, he latched back on to Greg’s neck. Getting closer towards his goal, leaning into Greg against the counter top, then picking up the slightly lighter man and setting him down so they so they were eye to eye. “Now I’m going to show you what teases get Greg.”
Lips fought for control, but after waiting so long for the touches and the kisses, control was not easy to come by. Arms became tangled around bodes. Lips fought with teeth and tongues to taste, to explore, to feel the other mouth. Both tasted like the banana they had just shared but also like their own unique essence. Nick never knew something could taste so damn good and sweet, he could feel the energy under his hands, Greg almost shaking with anticipation. He slid Greg off the counter back to leaning against the count, and then Ncik slowly slid to his knees. He worked at undoing Greg’s button, anticipating what Greg would taste like, what he would sound like as Nick sucked him. And he didn’t have to wait long as he released Greg’s throbbing erection from its confines. And God if he knew Greg tasted this good he would have done this years ago.
“Nick, oh God Nick, more, more, please take more. Fuck Nick, so good, so so good.”
And he did as asked, and took more of Greg into his mouth. Making sure to lick in the right places. Like right under the tip of his cockhead, just to hear that little noise that Greg made when Nick’s tongue tasted his dripping cock. He yanked harder at Greg pants and brought them down to his knees, he wanted more, to taste more, to feel more. He pushed Greg back harder against the counter to keep him from pushing further into his mouth. But he had to, Greg wanted to.
Nick slowly stood up with a teasing glint in his eyes, never diverting them from Greg‘s. “Do you want to fuck my mouth Greggo, huh, is that what you think you wanna do? Well bud, you are just gonna have to wait for that.” All Greg could do was look into those huge brown eyes and he looked like a pleading child begging for the new toy in the store.
“God please Nick, don’t stop now, you feel too good, need your mouth on me, please.”
“Remember what I told you happens to teases. “
“Remind me, please.”
“Oh don’t worry G, you’ll get what’s coming to you.”
With that Nick cradled Greg’s head in his hands and kissed him hard, but this one was different. This was more about passion, not just lust. He could find lust at any number of faceless men at any club, but these lips were familiar. He listened to these lips spout off wild theories about the Mountain Shadow Effect and drowning in the desert. About crazy games of naming chemical compounds to liquid dish soap and scuba divers and liquid latex, and biotoxins. He saw these lips lick ice cream off spoons and sing along to music he couldn’t understand. He also could watch Greg speak geek in ways he would never hope to understand. Yes he knew these lips, he has started at them, yearned for them, that soft place to be his, and now it was. He could feel Greg hardness pressing against his jeans, and then Greg started working the buttons and zipper of Nick’s jeans and he was once again wondering what the hell took since so long to get here.
The kisses got more urgent, and the skin on skin wasn’t enough. They both wanted more, and their desire was growing at a fevered pitch. But it wasn’t enough, Nick wanted it all.
“G, unless you want me to fuck you on top of my kitchen counter, I suggest we take this elsewhere.”
Greg was to speechless to move, he already missed Nick’s heated touch, wanted it back, craved it. And Nick wasn’t too sure that maybe Greg didn’t want to be fucked in his kitchen, but Greg latched on to Nick greedily.
“Lead the way cowboy.” And they fumbled and kissed and groped their way and finally, finally make their way to Nick’s bedroom.
“Do you know how long I have wanted you G, have dreamt of you right here, feeling your lips around my cock? Do you know how many times I laid here at jerked off screaming your name when I came.”
And for the second time in five minutes Greg was speechless. All he could do was manage to pull Nick down on top of him for another searing kiss.
Words where slowly coming back, but not in full thoughts. “Too many, off Nick, God please take them off, I want you on top of me naked. Do you know how many nights I fantasized about you,? I would look at the mouth of yours as you spoke to me, barely hearing the words, just looking at your lips. God, please tell me I won’t wake up, I’ve wanted this so long, too long, three years I’ve wanted you, longed for you.”
“Oh trust me, no dream babe, this is the real thing.” And with that Nick traveled back down Greg’s torso leaving hot wet kisses and tongue marks down his chest to his jeans opening. Greg took the hint and lifted his aching hips off the bed so Nick could slide his pants and boxers down in one quick stroke.
Nick threw the unwanted garments on the floor, kneeling around his prize, eyeing Greg in this state of arousal and knowing it was all for him was enough to make Nick come in his pants right then and there. He slowly started undoing his own jeans, speaking his thoughts to Greg as he did so.
“So long Greg, so long I’ve dreamt of you like this, spread out naked underneath me, panting, moaning my name, screaming, begging for me to fuck you.” Nick started taking his pants down while surveying the impatient man underneath him, because Greg was in no mood to wait. Nick couldn’t help the strangled groan he let out as he looked down he watch Gregs hand move down towards his achingly hard cock and start stroking himself, murmuring Nick’s name while he was touching himself.
Nick shed the rest of his clothes, but dared not touch, this was every fantasy he ever dared dreamed, playing out right under him, and he wanted to the whole show.
He watch Greg squirm and writhe as stroked himself slowly, and with intensity.
“God Nicky, you make me so hard, so fucking hard.” Greg eyes fluttered open to stare at a naked Nick Stokes kneeling above him watching him with such intensity it was overwhelming. Greg reached down with his other hand down and started stroking his balls. “Do you want to know what you do to me Nicky, this. Every night when I would leave work, and go home. I would stretch out on my bed, naked like this, and touch myself, fuck myself, thinking only of you, thinking of your cock inside me, how good it would feel, how , Oh GOD” Greg was getting himself too close to coming but the words kept spilling and the thought of fucking himself off for Nick, only for Nick’s pleasure was so tempting. He stopped for a minute to try to compose himself, grabbed the sheets tightly and arched into the air above him, while Nick leaned down and swirled his tongue around Greg’s dripping cock.
“Jesus Greg, do you know how fucking hot you are, watching you jerk yourself off for me, only for me, what else do you do for me Greg, when you are all alone, in that bed of yours tell me what you do only for me G, please, I need to know.”
“Do you want to know Nicky, do you? Do you want to know what I look like coming, screaming your name?” With that Greg got on his knees as well, reached up behind Nick’s neck and they shared a fervent kiss, once again all about need and hunger. Greg started sliding his aching cock against Nick’s and Nick ground back with equal fervor. God if he didn’t stop this soon it would be over way too fast for him, and he wanted to fuck Greg Sanders with everything he had, wanted to make every single one of Greg’s fantasies a reality.
With that Greg turned his lover around and threw him against his the bed and straddled his hips, basically giving each other the view the other just had.
“Here is what I do Nicky, I start by running my hand down my aching dick because after being around you all night I have to have a release when I get home, I ache for it.” And with that, Greg once again ran his hand down to his shaft after spitting into and starting thrusting into his own grip.
Nick lay there in awe. His own cock ached for released. He tried to get some friction against Greg somehow, but he wouldn’t miss this show for everything. And maybe this is what attracted him to Greg, his free spirit, to share anything with anyone, but he wasn’t just anyone. Maybe is was just him, only for him Greg had been waiting for, God knows Nick had been waiting only for Greg for three years, except that one stupid night with some prostitute, is he only knew then.
Greg then starting sucking two of his own fingers, giving Nick Stokes the show of a lifetime. Greg straddled above him, showing him what it was like to look into Greg’s most private sexual thoughts of him, God for him, and Nick was gripping the sheets tighter and tighter trying to keep himself from touching, He wanted to touch Greg so bad, but he wanted to, needed to see Greg do this to himself, he imagined for so long what would Greg look him doing himself, and he wouldn’t miss this.
As the stroking got more and more erratic, Greg took his two fingers in his mouth the roughly pushed them into is tight ass and he let out a cry, or a moan, Nick couldn’t tell, but whatever it was it was setting him on fire. Greg was on top of him fucking himself, rocking between his tight first and his own fingers in his ass, and God he was so fucking beautiful. Nick could see glimpses of the gorgeous cockhead peeking through his fist dripping wet, and Nick wanted to taste, to lick. But there was no way he was going to disrupt Greg’s pleasure, Nick knew he would get his turn soon enough, and then Greg would know what it was truly liked to be fucked.
Nick knew that Greg was getting close by the flush of his face the words he was babbling but Nick could still make them out, “God Nicky, you fuck me so good, yeah right there, wanted you so long, needed you so much, never been this good Nick, god make me come for you Nicky, only for you, I want to squirt my cum all over you Nick, God Yes, you make it perfect Nick, only for you. Waited only for you.”
With those words Nick couldn’t help it, he touched Greg’s chest, and started pumping his hips against Greg, not feeling much but God the grind was a release in of itself.
“Yes Greg, only for you, wanted you only for myself. Do you know how incredibly hot it is to watch you fuck yourself for me? Do you know what I am going to do to you, that hot little asshole of yours is mine, and I’m gonna pump my cock into you over and over and then make you beg for more. I want to feel you Greg, feel your cum, feel your hot slick cum on me. Come for me Greg, I want to feel your hot cum on my aching cock. Do it Greg, I need to you cum for me, God please.”
“God yes Nicky“, Greg opened his eyes to stare into the depths of Nick’s and he would have thought that the actions for what he was doing would hit him and make him self conscious, but at he sheer longing and love in Nick’s eyes, Greg looked down, and grasped his cock tighter, pumping faster, repeating his mantra of before “Only for you Nick, only for you.”
Nick stared down at Greg’s quickly moving hand and stared at his dripping cock, which was lined up with his, and Nick couldn’t wait for the feeling, knew it was coming, but it was taking an eternity, and with that Greg threw his head back.
“Yes Nick, Fuck me harder, yes please, I want to, need to, let me cum please?”
“God yes Greg, cum for me, cum on my aching cock, I want to feel for hot cum on me cock, please.” And with that Nick felt the first warm spurts of Greg’s love hit his throbbing cock and them some.
“OH GOD, please Nick, Fuck so good, so good, never better. You feel so perfect Nick.”
With a spent Greg laying on top on him Nick took his opportunity. He quickly got on top of Greg and reversed where they just were.
“Greg, you don’t know what’s it’s like to be fucked yet.” And with that, Nick reached down and started stroking his own cock, using Greg’s warm cum us lube, and nothing has ever felt better, more sensual in his life. With that though, he took one cum soaked finger into his mouth so because he just had to taste.
Greg looked up in awe and desire and was watching Nicky stroke himself with Greg’s cum and it made his spent cock already stir again.
“Now turn over and I’m gonna show you what’s it’s like to be fucked.” And with that, Nick moved out from underneath Greg, and reached for a pillow to put underneath Greg’s hips since he was already laying on his stomach. The younger man did as commanded and lifted his hips, while Nick got behind him. And he knew this would be over way to quick but he didn’t even care. There would be another time, he already knew that. He just saw Greg Sanders fuck himself off laying on top of him, he would never need another fantasy again, and he had to feel that hot ass now. Without even asking if Greg was ready, he pulled an arm under his hips to bring his ass a little higher in the air, and grabbed his cock again making sure it was still lubed up with Greg’s cum. And knowing that Greg was already prepared, he wasted no time in shoving his cock inside Greg’s tight warm ass, and God, had anything ever felt so good. They both let out a strangled cry of relief and finally joining and pure ecstasy at the sensation. And although Greg had just come, Nick could feel his half hark cock bouncing again already, and that thought that he could do that to Greg gave Nick more incentive.
Ramming into Greg, Nick loved the grunts that Greg was emitting each time Nick slammed into him.
“This is what it is liked to be fucked Greg, taken. This is what I have though about each time you bent over one of your damn microscopes, and leaned in so close smelling so damn good. This is what I thought about every time how spouted off your theories and all I could think about was those lips wrapping around my cock.”
Greg really wasn’t speaking, more like complying. “Harder Nicky, more please, never go good, only you Nicky, never wanted anyone like you.” He almost let those fearful words “I love you so much Nicky” slip out but those would be saved for another day. Not yet.
Nick grabbed Greg harder and pulled him up so they were both on their knees, Nick couldn’t stop pounding into Greg, never wanted to come, too good too right. Too damn long, he never wanted to be without this feeling again.
He knew is was getting close, so he reached around to grab Greg already stiff cock again, trying to coax Greg to come with him this time. “Come again for me Greg, I want to feel you come with me, feel so good, so warm, please I need to come in you.”
“Yes please come in me Nick, I want to feel you pulse around me, please, Oh God Nicky can’t hold out much longer, too good.” So Nick twisted his cock little harder on his next upstroke and sped up his thrusting until he was no longing thinking, only thinking about where they were connected and rammed as hard as he and Greg could take it. Greg let out a strangled cry as wetness fell upon Nick’s hands, “Oh Fuck Yeah Nick, AUGH GOD! Nick, yes, More” Nick he could feel Greg’s ass squeeze his cock as Greg spasmed and Nick held onto Greg’s hips as tight as he could as he shot into Greg.
“AUGH FUCK YES, God Greg, fuck so good, Augh, so tight, so good Greg.” Nick knew he was screaming, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He was coming inside Greg and nothing he had ever experienced had ever felt better. No nameless faceless sex in a club, or one night stand because this was Greg, who he longed for, whom is heart longed for. And by the sound of things Greg didn’t care either because Nick never imagined Greg being the quiet type and he wasn’t disappointed, in fact he thought it was the most beautiful sound he ever heard.
They both were panting hard, trying to catch their breath as they fell back onto the bed. As their breathing returned to a somewhat normal pace, Greg rolled over to Nick to face him. He kissed Nick with all the energy and love, although he dare not say that, he had left in him.
“Damn Stokes, if I knew you could fuck that well, I would have eaten noodles in front of you years ago.”
Nick turned to the man beside him and looked him in the eyes so Greg knew what he was about to say was true.
“I didn’t fuck you Greg, I made love to you, like I’ve dreamt about for years. There’s a difference in my book, and don’t forget that.” He grabbed Greg and held him close, and could almost swear he could feel wetness on his shoulder but he wouldn’t dare ask Greg that, or look, he just held tight to him. He felt another warm wet drop, but then a strong voice behind that.
“Oh I will definitely remember that Stokes. But can I say, you are a very talented man.” He kissed Nick gently on the lips one more time and lay next to him for another minute.
“You’re not so bad yourself G. You feel like staying here for the day, I’m sure I could find something for you to wear to work later.” Greg pretended to ponder that invitation for a minute before answering, but with a smirk on his face which already gave Nick his answer.
“Well, how could I pass up an offer like that, but I usually play harder to get.”
“Oh you definitely played hard to get Greg, trust me, I wasn’t walking around half hard at work for all that time over the evidence, do you have any idea the effect you have on me G?”
“Not yet, but it should be fun learning, and I’d love to stay, and I’m beat so how about a little rest?”
“I think that sounds like the perfect idea, I just hope you aren’t a cover hog.”
“Oh don’t worry, I’ll keep you warm.”
They lay there in the warm covers nestled in each other and just about as he was to drift off to sleep, one last thought entered Greg’s mind.
“Nick?”
“Hum?”
“What do you keep around here for dinner?”
Nick smacked Greg over his head with the pillow and said “We’ll see what we find when we wake up, promise Greg, you won’t go hungry.”
And as that thought floated through Greg’s head, he drifted off to a peaceful sleep.
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Date: 2005-05-11 01:12 am (UTC)Bananas are now on my list of things I cannot look at without thinking very naughty thoughts. That list has gotten quite long of late.
Verrry hottt, very good.
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Date: 2005-05-11 02:17 am (UTC)*melts into a puddle of goo*
I'm okay, just send someone by in a couple of hours to scrap me up once I've cooled down.
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Date: 2005-05-11 12:12 pm (UTC)Love the cuddly banter at the end, a sweet touch to end all that hotness.
Go Kelly! You're on a roll now, aren't you?
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Date: 2005-05-11 09:01 pm (UTC)so hot!!!!!
Zo'e
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Date: 2005-05-13 02:15 pm (UTC)yep yep