Fic: Prodigal

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Title: Prodigal
Author: just1tearforme
Rating: NC17
Summary: Written for oxoniensis's Porn battle. Prompt: regenerate.
A/N: I like to twofold meaning of my prompt. The first of which appears in the story, and the second meaning which is: returning as an author to write more in this fandom. By the way, you too can participate in the battle if you so desire - there could be a lot more Nick/Greg. :)

“I want you to fuck me.” Brown eyes bore deep into his. Hands roam everywhere tweaking nipples and slipping down to palm his cock through worn denims. “Please…” Chills run down his spine from his hot breath – lips so close to his ear. Teeth graze, nipping just above the hollow of his throat. Already straining the denim, his cock surges further. Eyes fall closed as that damn teasing hand squeezes lightly. Oh god, it began massaging, slipping fingers back brushing the area of his ass. He shifted his legs wider, groaning. Those long digits circled, heat burning through denim like it wasn’t there. That marginally smooth tip, he wanted, needed to press against and let it slither inside.

“Come on.” Heated humid breath ghosts over his ear again with little explosions of air as he lingers on the ‘come’. Just the slightest upward pressure; his eyes flew open. Wiggling, he pushed back feeling a little give. Delicately, hot, wet tongue traced the shell of his ear stopping low on the pulse point. Eager mouth replaced it sucking hard enough to make him shudder. Slowly rocking his hips, he wanted more. Grabbing tightly, he pulled the teasing digits away. A sigh escaped; fiery yet cool fingers brushed over his stomach and down beneath his waistband cupping his cock. Deft fingers wrapped around his length. Agonizingly slow they move over him. Ages seemed to pass as the thumb pad swirled and swiped through leaking pre-cum. It lingered, rubbing circles around the very tip coating it in fluid. “Fuck me now, Nick?”

Roughly he grabbed Greg, kissing violently all tongue and teeth. One of them moaned as his tongue forced its way in to the moist cavern.  Like coffee and spices Greg tasted, tongues slipping, sliding, fighting over each other. Greg wriggled as he caught his tongue and sucked, laving the underside with his own. Soft blonde hair tangled in his grip. “Yes,” he growled.

A knee unexpectedly pops as he drops to the floor, fingers desperately working Greg’s fly. Somehow the fabric doesn’t tear as he practically rips it open, but he’s far beyond caring. Biting his thigh, Greg moans loudly, which goes straight to his own neglected cock. Greg’s denims get chucked over his shoulder. Slowly, over every millimeter he drags his tongue across Greg’s straining cock and smirks at the broken sound tumbling from his lips. Nick rises to his feet, shoving him back against the wall, “Turn around.”

Fuck, he is beautiful all tan and gold, legs splayed and hands clutching vainly to the plaster. For a moment he settles his weight against that luscious body – so hot like they could just melt into each other’s skin. Sinfully smooth flesh glides beneath his palm over the curve of Greg’s ass. Slickness greets his finger tips and he chuckles low and throaty in his lover’s ear. Both moan as his cock slides against the rippled entrance. Just a bit of pressure and the muscle gives tightening heatedly around him. Hands grasping Greg’s hips, fingers alternately tightening and flexing, his dick glides in further. He always loved this part, watching himself be taken wholly into his lover inch by inch. Greg doesn’t allow him to pause, to feel that hot channel fully engulf him, and rocks his hips forward. Thrusting hard, Nick groans, pulling Greg back against him. The smack of skin to skin echoes, he thrusts harder pushing them closer and closer to the wall. Random sounds bubble from their mouths. He rests his weight more against that tanned and sweaty back, angling downward each slide in. Harder. Faster. Deeper.

Familiar tingles well up. They’re close, so close. He can feel it in his balls and the way Greg’s practically clenching his cock. But he still needs… A pierced cry crosses his lover’s lips as he pulls out, hands preventing Greg from following his withdrawal. Greg turns; snatching a kiss, Nick shoves him to the floor. Straddling his hips, Nick sinks down taking in his cock with a groan. Warm hands wrap around his waist as he rises almost letting Greg’s dick slide out completely before plunging back down.  Brown eyes stare at him as they move. Head back, mouth open, Greg comes. One quick thrust and he loses it too, cum spattering their bodies.

“We should have never stopped doing this,” Greg murmurs.

He looks at his now ex-ex-boyfriend and nods.

Comments

[shacky20.livejournal.com]

Damn, nothing beats hot repressed make up sex.... God I've missed reading way too much, I would beat you over the head for the other story still, and my missing it so damn much, but this was too hot for words, so I'll hold off for now..... Love it, missed it, and damn, I love my boys....