The Devil's in the Post-It

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"Post-It Devilry" returns with a vengence. Enjoy! and the next part should be up later on today.

Title: The Post-It Playbook
Author: Quettaser
Rating: NC-17 (Smutty McSmut)
Summary: Greg gets Nick a book and makes it unique, the results of which are very...arousing...

I. An Idle Post-It is the Devil's Plaything

II. The Devil Gets Played

“Hey, Nick,” said Warrick, leaning into the layout room. Nick looked up from the pictures of tire treads he had spread out. “Sara says she saw something for you in the break room.”

            “She saw what?” asked Nick.

            “I don’t know, man. She wasn’t being very descriptive. Just something with your name on it.” Nick was curious, to say the least. It wasn’t like he was hard to find in the lab, he’d been there most of the night. Why leave something in the break room for him? Nick shrugged at Warrick and left with him to investigate the mysterious gift.

            Nick stood at the door to the break room in shock. There, on the table was a box wrapped in plain brown paper with a bright pink post-it note stuck on top. Oh, no. No, no, hell no. Nick didn’t even want to try and guess what was in that box. Knowing Greg, it was probably something he shouldn’t open in front of people he wanted to look straight in the eye again.

            “So, you going to open it?” asked Sara, a predatory look in her eye as she watched the box. Oh, god, there was no way Sara was going to leave until he opened it and then he was just going to have to die. Or maybe die a little later, after he had killed Greg. “Do you know who it’s from?” If the answer’s yes, they’ll want to know who; if the answer’s no, then it’ll never go away.

            “I, uhh, have an idea.” He picked up the box, hesitantly. The pink post-it glared up at him.

            To Nick

            That was all it said, but Nick knew the handwriting well enough, and he hoped that whatever was inside this box would allow him to keep at least some part of his dignity intact. He carefully ripped open the brown paper and opened the cardboard box, trying to hide whatever was inside from Sara and Warrick, who were watching intently. Nick peered inside and then quickly slammed the box shut.

            Jesus fuck! Jesus fucking monkeys with a side of shit.

            Greg could not, could not have gotten him this. There was no way he was going to get it past Sara and Warrick. Was there a way he could ingest it, or burn it, or otherwise destroy it before they saw? Luckily, Nick did not have to resort to destroying Greg’s present, because at that moment Grissom walked in and with merely an eyebrow shooed everyone out of the break room and back to work.

            Nick raced ahead of Sara and Warrick so he could hide the gift in his locker and then go crawl into a corner and try not to pass out. He’d never thought that he’d be embarrassed by a book. But then again, he never thought that Greg would give him The Kama Sutra in the middle of work in front of other people. Or that he’d gone through the trouble to annotate it. God, all those little pink edges, sticking out of the side of the book, Nick couldn’t get them out of his mind.

            If Sara or Warrick got a hold of that, no, if anyone in the lab got a hold of that book…is it possible to die of embarrassment? As long as he could make it through the rest of the shift, then he could forget this ever happened. By tomorrow something else will have distracted Sara and Warrick, so Nick took a deep breath and began thinking of evasive responses to the questions he knew he was going to get asked.

~~

            The parking lot had never looked so good. Nick had made it through the rest of the shift mostly avoiding Sara and Warrick. It was harder to avoid Warrick, but the case they were working had been quite active, so there wasn’t a lot of time to talk about strange things in boxes. And now that box was sitting there in the passenger seat as Nick drove home, and he could have sworn it was talking to him, taunting him, but then again, Nick was going a little crazy with the lack of sleep he had gotten yesterday.

            But then, Nick was home and he could really examine Greg’s gift and put this whole thing to rest, and maybe think of a proper revenge tactic. Nick took a seat on the couch, the post-it-ed book in hand. On the inside flap was, surprise, a post-it.

            Hello, Nick. I hope that you got this without causing too much of a commotion, or without you bursting a few blood vessels in embarrassment. Now, this isn’t a commentary on our sex life, because it’s very good, but I think that this would be good to have as a sort of reference guide. And I just put in a few of my comments on things I found…interesting. I’ll be home soon, so why don’t you pick something for us to try out? Love, Greg.

            Well, it wasn’t like Nick wasn’t curious, and now that he was in the comfort of his own home, there was no harm in perusing the book. And he did want to pick out something for Greg when he got home, because he was going to make sure to torture him. If Nick had to open this in front of his co-workers, then Greg was going to pay, of course, the torture would be pretty pleasurable no matter what.

So Nick found the first post-it note in the book and opened to the page. It was helpfully “illustrated” and Nick read the page the post-it was attached to and then the post-it itself.

Fellatio – While the Kama Sutra devotes far more attention to fellatio than to cunnilingus, its coverage of the former is nevertheless strange from a modern day point of view. Vatsyayana describes Auparishtaka, or “mouth congress,” as an activity predominately practiced by eunuchs on their masters. He tells how eunuchs “disguised as females” led the life of courtesans, whose duties included fellatio, while “eunuchs disguised as males keep their desires secret, and when they wish to do anything they lead the life of shampooers.” Vatsyayana goes on to explain how, under the pretense of shampooing (washing and massaging the body), the eunuch fondles and excites his master, eventually pleasuring him with eight kinds of fellatio, one after the other.

So Nick, did you know that the Kama Sutra, besides many very delicious sexual positions, also includes detailed instructions on kissing, foreplay and mmm, my favorite, fellatio? Of course, you already knew that was my favorite, but some of this stuff I didn’t even know had names. I suggest you read some…Not that I’m saying your head isn’t good, cause it’s pretty fucking amazing, but come on, won’t you suck my mango? Oh, and we should definitely do the congress of the crow more.

Nick wondered if it was possible to blush himself to death, but he also knew that this was only the beginning, and if he couldn’t make it past fellatio, then he was in a sorry state of affairs. So, Nick tried to turn off that shame part of his brain, to allow himself to think very dirty thoughts. He imagined that Greg was there with him, reading aloud both the text and the post-it notes, because when Greg was around it was always easier for Nick to submit to his impulses and just let himself feel.

Further perusal of the pages led Nick to discover that “sucking a mango” was a particular way of sucking a cock, one both he and Greg employed often, and that the Congress of a Crow was actually the Sixty-Nine position. Now Nick’s interest was peaked. He turned to the next post-it, embarrassment slowly giving way to arousal.

            The Suspended Congress – The man leans against a wall, the woman puts her arms around his neck, and he lifts her by holding her thighs or by locking his hands beneath her buttocks. This is a position that calls for a fair amount of strength in the man. If the woman is light, however, he may be able to support her with one arm around the waist, using the other hand to caress her.

            Well, I’m not a woman, and neither are you, but I don’t think that really matters. I think we actually tried this once in the shower. We were drunk and I was extra horny because you were wearing those jeans I love so much. It didn’t really work because I was being very…zealous and you could barely keep your feet or from sliding all over the place. Mmm, just remembering it is getting me quite hot, actually. All that steam and slick skin and frantic kisses…I think we ended up reversed with me against the wall and I cannot wait until I get off shift because, damn, I’m getting horny already and I’m not halfway don’t this book yet.

            Actually, Greg’s note had ended up taking up two and a half post-its, not that Nick minded. He was getting used to this side of Greg, the one that liked to leave teasing post-its and drive Nick crazy when he wasn’t there. He looked at the clock, only two more hours until Greg was due back. It was going to be a long two hours, but luckily, Nick had more reading to do.

            The Congress of a Cow - The powerful symbolism of mating animals can serve to heighten passion for many couples. In this challenging variation on the more common rear-entry postures in which the woman kneels, she supports herself on her hands and feet and her partner mounts her like a bull. It makes deep penetration possible and allows the man to control the depth and power of his thrusts.

            You know, after reading this, I know exactly what I want when I get home. I want you naked, behind the couch, bent over, so that the first thing I see when I walk in the door is that fine ass of yours. Because I want to take you like a cow...man...bull…thing, oh it doesn’t matter. Today, I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you hard and I want to hear you moan my name while I’m pounding away in your ass. That clear enough for you?

            Damn, how could simple words on a post-it note get Nick so hard? But that was a foolish question, because it was Greg, and Nick was pretty sure that part of Greg would always be a mystery. But that was just fine because he wouldn’t want Greg any other way. Especially if he kept springing these little surprises on Nick. As much as some of this made Nick uncomfortable, he also loved it, and the idea of Greg ordering him around on a post-it and commanding him to prepare himself to be fucked, sent a pleasant shiver down Nick’s spine. So maybe he wasn’t going to get to tease Greg the way he wanted to today, but he had a good idea as to how to pay him back. He continued on to the next post-it.

            The Lotus Position – In this most straightforward of sitting positions, which Kalyana Malla describes as a favorite, the man sits cross-legged and the woman sits on his lap, facing him, and lowers herself onto his penis. The Ananga Ranga suggests that the man place his hands on his partner’s shoulders, but he can just as comfortably, and perhaps more affectionately, put his arms around her body or neck.

            Now, as much as I am looking forward to fucking you when I get home, I would like to try this position at one point. It looks like we could have a nice, fun time with it too, test our stamina, maybe? Hey, you ever think about trying tantric sex? Now, I know you don’t think that I can stay still for more than a minute, but I think we could pull it off. What do you think? Imagine, just hours of slow, steamy sex, so close to orgasm, but never quite getting there until you just can’t stand it anymore and you tumble over the edge and you nearly pass out with ecstasy and exhaustion…I’m thinking two weeks from now when we both have the night off…

            Tantric sex? Nick wasn’t really into all of that stuff, regular sex was good enough for him, although, could he really describe what he did with Greg as “regular sex”? It didn’t matter, but maybe Nick could try it, because he didn’t think that Greg would be able to last more than an hour before he got too restless. It could be fun to prove Greg wrong, and well, a day without work and in bed with Greg, he wasn’t about to turn that down.

            There were more post-its, more positions that peaked Greg’s interests and Nick actually wanted to read this entire book, cover to cover, but the sound of Greg’s car pulling into the driveway stopped him from doing anything. Had it really been two hours? Well, he might as well give Greg what he wanted, he had some other ideas for payback. Ones that would let Greg know how it felt to get an erotic gift in front of co-workers.

Nick placed the book down on the table and took off his shirt. As he heard Greg fumbling with the keys at the door, Nick removed his pants and his boxers and positioned himself behind the couch, just as it was detailed in the post-it. He heard the door open behind him.

            “Hello. I see you got my present and read my notes,” said Greg. Nick heard him put his bag down and drop his keys. He heard Greg come closer and then he felt Greg’s hand on his ass. “You know, I really didn’t expect you to do this. It’s not really something your into.” Nick just smiled and turned his head as Greg leaned forward to give him a long slow kiss, Greg’s hand lightly massaging Nick’s bare ass.

            “What, taking orders from a post-it or getting fucked?” asked Nick as they broke apart.

            “Either or.” Greg left Nick’s side, walking towards the bedroom, losing clothing as he went.

            “Where are you going?” Nick called after him.

            “Just getting supplies,” said Greg from inside the bedroom. “You just stay right there, my little Texas Longhorn.” Greg emerged a moment later a bottle of lube and condom in hand.

            “So, I’m cattle now?”

            “Well, this is as close as we’ll get to the Congress of a Cow, and besides, do you know what J. Frank Dobie said about Longhorns?” Nick just raised an eyebrow at him. “ ‘The Texas Longhorn was bred not by man, but shaped by nature and man benefited.’ And this man is definitely benefiting from your…shape.” Greg leaned in for another kiss, placing the lube and condom on the back of the couch.

            “Don’t quote people about cattle when you’re about to fuck me.” Greg just smiled and kissed Nick again, letting one hand caress Nick’s jaw, and the other trail down to play with Nick’s cock. Nick groaned into the kiss, relishing the feeling of finally having Greg touch him.

            “Can I quote cattle about people?” Nick would have had something to say in return but Greg was gripping him tighter and Nick lost the ability to form sentences as it all came out as one long moan. “I’ll take that as a ‘later.’” Greg smiled and began kissing his way down Nick’s back, taking his time, sucking on Nick’s skin, delighting in his moans.

            Greg kneeled down behind Nick, taking his cock in his mouth. Nick arched his back, sighing wordlessly. Greg worked his mouth slowly, actively aware of the techniques he was using; the butterfly flick, the nominal congress, swallowing up, sucking a mango fruit. At the same time, he was playing with Nick’s hole, teasing him with a finger or two, working him open.

            If Nick could think coherent thoughts, he might be thinking that embarrassment isn’t really such a bad thing. Greg’s incessant teasing and games were not what Nick was used to in a relationship, but he never really found himself minding, just surprised. But, Nick really wasn’t thinking because Greg was grabbing the condom and the lube and the feel of Greg’s cock against his ass filled Nick with more desire than can ever remember feeling.

            Greg pressed into him slowly at first, relished the way Nick opened for him, amazed that Nick would even allow them to have sex in the living room. “I always knew there was a little bit of freak inside of you,” panted Greg, once he was all the way inside. Nick pressed back against him, rolling his hips and gasping out a laugh.

            “I think that’s just you, Greg,” said Nick, reaching and arm back to cup Greg’s ass and pull him tighter. Greg groaned, unconsciously beginning to thrust inside Nick. He leaned down over Nick’s back, loving the feeling of all of the muscle flexing and moving beneath him.

            “I don’t know, letting me fuck you,” said Greg, lightly smacking Nick’s ass, adoring the way he moaned a little louder and pushed back a little harder, “in the middle of the living room? Obeying my post-its? That’s freaky, hon.” Nick pulled Greg down for a sloppy, sideways kiss.

            “Shut up and fuck me.” Greg complied, sucking on the back of Nick’s neck and bringing his hands up to intertwine with Nick’s as they gripped the back of the couch. He pushed faster and harder, sweat slicking their bodies. Nick pushed back just as hard, wanting Greg as deep as he could get. He wanted Greg everywhere, wanted to be enveloped, devoured. Before Greg, Nick really wasn’t much of a bottom, but with him, it just felt right.

And then Greg was right there, hitting the spot inside Nick that pushed him over the edge, made him cry out and flex tight around Greg. And it was over too soon for Nick, he had wanted this to last longer, to memorize the feeling of Greg’s chest hard on his back, the way Greg’s thighs slap against his, the way Greg’s breath feels hot against his skin. But Greg had worked him up too much, and he just let go. He cried out Greg’s name as he came, relished Greg’s reaction. “Fuck,” sighed Greg, clutching Nick’s hands tighter, fighting the urge to slam Nick into the couch.

It only took a few more thrusts before Greg felt himself tense and he lost control, letting himself come. As his body stopped the last of its shudders, Greg laid his cheek on Nick’s back, releasing his clasp on his hands, and letting his heartbeat return to normal. He groaned as he pulled out of Nick and went to throw out the condom. Nick had turned himself around, leaning against the back of the couch. He pulled Greg back to him, cupping his face and giving him a deep kiss.

            “I like this new freaky Nicky,” Greg said, his lips still close to Nick’s. “Can he come out and play more often?” Nick smiled, giving Greg another quick kiss, letting his arms circle Greg’s waist.

            “That depends, you going to keep giving me sex books at work?”

            “Maybe, if it means I get to come home to you naked, ready and waiting.”

            “I never needed a book for that. Come on, let’s go shower. Maybe I’ll give you a broken cloud,” said Nick, pushing Greg in front of him towards the bathroom.

            “Really? I was looking at the Coral and the Jewel, but whatever you would like to do to me is just fine.” Nick just smiled, squeezing Greg’s hip.

            “So, Greg, tantric sex?”

Fin! Next Installment - Playthings of the Devil

A/N- I used Anne Hooper's Kama Sutra as my basis for the book in the story. There are acutally lots of versions and translations and I even found a Gay Men's Kama Sutra, but I couldn't get a hold of it to use in the story (and I would have very little use for it).