Title: 3 Wishes
By: glo-starz
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC17
Summary: Greg decides to be Nick's genie. And Nick has to return the favour. Just what will they ask for for their 3 wishes?

Greg was gently nibbling Nick’s neck as he lay on top of him, trying desperately to control himself. This had not been the plan for the evening at all, but Greg would take this new plan over the old plan any day.

He had tried to give Nick a relaxing massage but, as usual, it had turned into sex. This time the kind that involved rubbing against each other in a frenzy until they came on each others stomachs. They were squirming together, their torsos slick with massage oil, thrusting madly, their hard cocks rubbing against each other. They were noisy, panting and moaning, the oil making them slick so there was no resistance only a slide that was burning them up from the inside.

“Christ Nicky . . . Yes.” Nick wasn’t talking but Greg, as usual, couldn’t keep his mouth closed. “Faster Nicky!” For a few seconds all that could be heard from Greg was breathy moans and Nick’s name, then: “Fuck!” Greg cried out as suddenly two of Nick’s slick fingers were inside him, brushing his prostate. That was too much for Greg, the new sensory spike pushed him screaming over the edge. Nick was so near but not there yet, so he thrust harder against him until his fingers were digging into Greg’s ass cheeks and he was covering his chest with sticky, white fluid.

“Way to welcome a man home Sunshine.” Nick kissed the top of Greg’s now dishevelled spikes. Greg giggled and rolled onto his side, allowing Nick to spoon him. “Think maybe we should clean up?” There was no answer. “Greg?” Nick giggled when he looked over at him. Greg was out like a light.

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Greg awoke two hours later with Nick curled around him. He was also, surprisingly, not sticky. He saw the old beach towel on the floor and realised that Nick had cleaned them up after he had fallen asleep. He smiled, a warm, fuzzy feeling spread through him. It started at his stomach and went to the tip of his ears and back down to his toes. Gently extricating himself from his lover’s embrace he leaned under the bed and pulled out a blue box. This had originally been the second part of the evening. He checked that he had everything he needed then put the box on the bed and wandered through to the kitchen.

He returned with two mugs of Blue Hawaiian and two plates of syrup covered pancakes.

“Wake up sleepy head.” Greg said, setting the tray down in between them. Nick stretched and smiled up at Greg.

“Hey.” He yawned lazily. “So, G, what’s all this in aid of?”

“Just bringing my man breakfast in bed.” But Greg had that look in his eyes. Not the ‘screw what you’re doing and screw me instead’ one, or the ‘I’ve had too much sugar and I’m feeling mischievous’ one or even the ‘I wanna snuggle all day ‘cos I love you so much’ one. This was the ‘I’ve woken up all bouncy and I have a great idea’ one. “Here, try the pancakes. I made them myself.” Greg thrust a mug and plate into Nick’s hands and began to make short work of his.

Once the impromptu breakfast in bed was over Greg stared at the blue box.

“Nicky?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you ever wish you could meet a genie?” Nick looked at Greg, slightly shocked and confused about where this was going.

“What do you mean, G?”

“Well,” Greg started, fiddling with the sheet. “Did you ever want things that you wished you could tell someone you wanted? And wished someone would tell them for you because you couldn’t do it yourself? Or you felt bad for imposing your wishes on them?”

“That’s a little confusing G, but yeah, I get what you mean. Like a genie in a lamp kinda thing. Someone to grant the wishes that you’re too afraid to ask for?”

“Exactly!” Greg looked relieved. Maybe this would be easier and more fun than he thought. “What if I said I would be your genie and grant you three wishes?”

“Anything?”

“Well, Nicky it has to be physically and emotionally possible. But within that, yes, anything.”

“I’d say that was a fantastic idea. Why? You wanna be my genie, G?”

“Yes!” Greg stated emphatically. Nick cocked his head to one side and raised an eyebrow.

“Really?”

“Yes, really.” Greg pulled the blue box towards him. “I’m going to grant you three wishes. And, hopefully you’re going to do the same for me.”

“Ok . . .” Nick was a little worried. He could only imagine, in a very scared way, exactly how far or where Greg would take this. “Of course I’ll give you your wishes G. You know you only have to ask.”

“Yeah, but I thought it would be more fun this way.” Greg opened the box and took out six sheets of very bright paper, six equally bright envelopes and a pack of magic markers. “Ok, this is how it works. You write a wish on a piece of paper then slide it into an envelope. You have to seal it. Then I give my envelopes to you, and you give your envelopes to me.” Greg put the pens and papers down then chose a blue sheet and a purple marker. He scribbled something on the paper, chose a green envelope, pushed it inside then sealed the envelope. “Just like that.”

“I can do that.” Nick said, and soon they each had three envelopes.

“Ok.” Greg was grinning like a five year old in a sweet shop. “Time to swap!” He handed his envelopes over straight away, but Nick only gave him two. “Hey! We’re supposed to swap!”

“I know,” Nick replied with a mischievous grin, knowing this would drive Greg wild. “But the envelope is part of the wish, and you can only have it as the wish happens.”

“But how am I supposed to know what the wish is if I can’t have your envelope?”

“Oh you will G. You will.” Nick looked at the three ridiculously bright envelops in his hand, turning them over slowly. “So, what happens now?”

“Easy, you choose an envelope and when you’re ready to grant a wish you open it and do whatever is inside.”

“Ok.” Nick now had a huge smile on his face. “I think I can manage that!” He thought about his third wish and smiled. That would be the best wish of all.

 On Thursday Greg got home from shift early. He walked through the door, toed off his Chuck Taylor’s and dropped off his bag in the bedroom. On his way back out he wandered into the bathroom and started a bath.

“Strawberry or coconut?” He picked up both bottles of bubble bath, turning them in his hands. “Mmmmm.” He opened them and sniffed, a huge grin spreading over his face. “Strawberry.” He decided, pouring a healthy amount into the running water, a mountain of bubbles spreading over the tub.

Once the bath was ready he walked back into the bedroom, dropping his clothes on the floor. He was about to walk back out when he spotted the envelopes on the bedside table. There were two and so far, despite his best efforts, he hadn’t been able to find the third. He picked them up, one in each hand.

“So. Do we find out what is behind the red door or the yellow door?” He weighed the two envelopes in his hands. “Red.” And he took it with him to the bathroom.

He checked the temperature and climbed into the bath, allowing the water to swirl around his aching joints and muscles. Eventually his curiosity got the better of him and he picked up the envelope that was propped on the edge of the bath. He ripped it open and let the pink piece of paper slip out. He read the words and sucked in a breath.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” He read the words again, a smutty smile gracing his lips. “Why Mr Stokes, you are full of surprises.” He read the words once more, feeling all the blood in his body pool at his groin. “My god. That is so hot.” He put the paper back in the envelope and let it drop to the ground.

His left hand slid over his chest, down his stomach and to his fully erect and throbbing cock. He wrapped his fingers around it, squeezed gently, a sense of urgency pulsed through him and he began to tug fast and hard. He didn’t want to string it out. He wanted to cum. Now. He was already near to orgasm, those dirty words of Nick’s and the images of what would happen when he granted Nick’s wish helped him along. Images of the things he could buy for it flicked through his head, each eliciting a moan from his lips or an extra thrust from his hips.

“Yes . . . Yes . . . YES!” And suddenly he was coming, streams of milky cum landing on the surface of the bathwater. He let out a slow, shuddering breath and grinned, his cheeks and ears tinged pink. These wishes really were a fantastic idea.

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The next morning Greg had the day off. He stayed in bed as Nick got dressed, watching the sexy Texan strutting around the room. Every now and again Nick would flick a pair of boxers or a random sock that had found its way to the floor at him and Greg would throw it back. It was a lazy, chilled morning. Greg was trying very hard not to bounce around on the bed, the excitement of his shopping trip in town tugging at him.

“Right Sunshine. Some of us have to work.” And Nick leaned in for a long, slow kiss and then left, slapping Greg on the ass as he did. Greg stayed in bed until he heard the truck pull away then bounded out, staying in the shower just long enough to wash his hair then tugged on any clothes he could and raced to his car. He was giggling as he cycled through all the different things he could buy, but he wasn’t sure exactly which was best. He would just have to decide when he got there.

He pulled up at the mall and locked the car. He didn’t head straight to his destination as there were things he wanted to buy for himself, but he soon gave up as the excitement of what he was about to do was too much. He headed for the third floor. And there it was in all it’s glory. Victoria’s Secret.

Greg almost ran into the store, he gazed in wonder at all the frilly, silky, lacy things in every direction as far as the eye could see. He pulled the envelope from his pocket and took out the piece of paper. It said, ‘I want to fuck you while you’re wearing women’s underwear.’

“So Nicky wants me in women’s underwear ‘eh?” He picked up a catalogue for later. “Now let me see . . .”

He began to walk down the aisles, occasionally lifting a hand to stroke an item of what could barely legally be called clothing. The minimum of fabric and the maximum of sexiness, Greg had to fight not to get hard as these items were making him so hot.

He soon figured out he didn’t like lace as it was too rough, but he did like silk. And silk was slippery, so that was always good. He didn’t really want a bra because, obviously, he didn’t have boobs. But one of those cami tops would feel really nice against his skin. And if he was having one of those then he needed the panties to match obviously. Now the colour. Red was too much, and black too boring. The blue was nice, but the pink too girlie. So that left . . . Ah. Purple! Perfect.

He walked around the shelves of purple silk until he saw a cami top with spaghetti straps that was split up the middle where it had a small silk tie. Now that was pretty. Below it were matching cami panties that tied at the sides with silk bows. Even better. He reached out and let his fingertips brush them. They felt cool and soft and he just knew they were the ones. He carefully rifled through the racks until he found his size and put them in his basket. He also put in another different pair of purple silk panties and took them to the register.

“Just these please.” He put the basket on the counter and the girl rang through his purchases.

“You have one lucky girlfriend. These are beautiful.” She said as she handed Greg the bag and his card. He leaned forward, the girl did the same without realising it.

“Oh, they’re for me. And it’s my boyfriend who’s lucky.” He whispered and winked as he walked away, leaving the poor check-out girl rather red and flustered.

When Nick arrived home Greg was curled up on the sofa reading a book.

“Hey G, had a good day?” Greg looked up at him and smiled.

“Not bad. Lots of relaxing. Went to the mall, got some CD’s and a new shirt. Watched a film. You?”

“Some mad man ran into a wall and killed himself. Did a bit of digging. Turned out to be suicide. Looked into his background, he wasn’t a nice guy.”

“So the world is short a nutter. Woohoo!” Nick laughed and sat down beside Greg who immediately curled into him.

“What are you reading?” Greg rested his head on Nick’s shoulder.

“This book by Susan Cooper, The Dark Is Rising. I got it when I was a kid, it’s still one of my favourites. They just made it into a film and the film sucks. The kid in the book isn’t American. They mixed it all . . .” Nick starts to drift off, his hand rubbing circles on the small of Greg’s back. Suddenly he quirked an eyebrow. Greg’s t-shirt was sliding really smoothly under his fingers. It didn’t normally do that because of his scars. He let his fingers dip to the waistband of Greg’s jeans and pushed the t-shirt up. His fingertips brushed what was underneath.

“Oh my God.” Greg stopped ranting and grinned at Nick. “Wha . . . What . . . Are you . . .” Nick pushed Greg’s t-shirt up higher, moaning as he noticed what he was wearing underneath. “That’s . . .”

“Your first wish.” Greg wiggled his eyebrows, stood up and dragged Nick to the bedroom.

Nick shoved Greg roughly on to the bed and climbed on top of him. He pushed their mouths together, nudging Greg’s open and thrusting his tongue inside. Their tongues massaged each other, twirled around inside dark, moist caverns as they were sucked and nibbled. The kiss was hard, demanding, messy, full of promises. Nick broke the kiss and Greg lay there panting.

“More.” Greg moaned. Nick pushed Greg’s t-shirt up around his neck and placed the palm of his hand at the bottom of the cami top. He stroked slowly from the bottom to the top, Greg arched into his touch, shuddering at the feel of the silk against his skin. Nick felt his face flush with need and looked down at Greg to see his was already glowing, his eyes glittered with mischief and desire. When he reached the top he traced the line of the flimsy silk garment as it made a ‘v’ near Greg’s neck.

“This is beautiful.” He rubbed Greg’s nipples through the cool fabric, feeling them harden into nubs beneath him. Nick grabbed the bottom of Greg’s t-shirt and dragged it roughly over his head, throwing it away, not caring where it landed. He wrapped his arms around Greg, stroking every inch of skin, wrapped in silk or not, and plastering kisses around his neck and over his face. His fingers stroked whirls and patterns onto the fabric that covered his scarred back. The feel of the silk against his scars was like electricity, creating a direct line to his dick and Greg thrust up into Nick involuntarily. He felt the silk panties beginning to stick to him as his cock began to leak.

Nick took pity on him, feeling from the thrust how hard Greg was and knowing how tight his jeans had to be. He tugged the buttons open and yanked them off his silky, smooth legs.

“You got a wax?” Greg nodded as he tried to pull Nick back on top of him. “My God, G . . .” He took a few steadying breaths, feeling like he might explode if he went any further right now. Once he had calmed he dropped to his knees between Greg’s legs and trailed his fingers from Greg’s toes to his thighs and stopped at the seam of the panties. “Oh Jesus . . .” He let one hand slide over the panties, pressing down just slightly too softly on Greg’s cock. Greg rolled his hips to get some friction. Nick punished him by removing his hand.

Greg whimpered and Nick stood up, stripping off all his clothes and then diving back onto the bed. He pulled Greg up so his head was on the pillows and then laid back on top of him. He claimed Greg’s mouth in another kiss, hot, wet and sloppy. As they kissed he began to thrust against Greg, the movement feeling dizzyingly erotic over the silk. He let his hands wander, stroking the silk, squeezing Greg’s erect nipples through it, gripping Greg’s hips and sliding his fingers just under the waistband of the panties.

Below him all Greg could do was moan and pant, allow himself to be kissed. He was so hard, aching, throbbing. The silk felt incredible against his heated skin and Nick . . . Nick was dry humping him almost like it was their first time ‘playing’ fully clothed on the sofa all over again. Not that it was particularly dry for either of them, if he though about it. But Greg was long beyond coherent thought. The only things going through his head at that moment were pleasure and the growing need to cum.

Nick stopped just as Greg was getting too near. Greg looked up, unable to move, too turned on to think clearly.

“Why . . .” Nick placed a finger over his lips.

“I wanna look at you for a second.” Nick’s eyes travelled all over Greg’s body. His flushed face, the sheen of sweat, his mouth slightly open, his chest heaved as he struggled to control his breathing. He was shaking slightly from his high level of arousal and his cock was hard, the tip poked through the top of the panties, which had ridden down as they had ground against each other. He was looking up at Nick through his lashes, begging for more.

“You look so damn hot in those.” His fingertips slowly trailed all over Greg’s trembling body making him exhale through his teeth. “Just perfect. That hot little ass in those panties.” Nick straddled Greg’s knees and leaned down, wrapping a hand around the thick cock that was outlined in the panties. He began to jerk Greg off while he was still wearing them. Greg writhed under his touch, thrusting up to meet Nick’s talented hand. Until Nick put his head over Greg’s crotch and began to lick and suck through the material.

“Holy fuck!” Greg screamed, bucking up into Nick’s mouth. He was gasping for air, trying his best not to cum, but he needed to more and more as Nick continued his sweet torture, the coolness of the silk and the warmth and wetness of Nick’s mouth frying his brain. “Need to . . .” And Nick stopped and looked directly into Greg’s eyes.

“On your stomach.”

He willingly flipped himself over, pulling a pillow under his hips as he did. Nick dived to the bedside table and pulled out some lube. As he got settled back between Greg’s legs Greg ground down into the mattress, making small mewling noises.

“No.” Greg stopped and looked at Nick, he pouted. “Don’t worry Sunshine. I’m about to fuck you senseless.”

Nick lubed up a finger and pulled the panties to one side. He circled Greg’s hole with his finger then slowly eased inside. Greg thrust back onto it, letting out a strangled “Yes.” as the finger began to move. When the finger was moving easily Nick removed it and returned with a second. He twisted the fingers until he knew he had hit Greg’s pleasure centre.

“Fuck Nicky! Yes! More!” Nick added a third finger and began to thrust frantically in and out of Greg’s tight ass. “Now Nicky. Please! Fuck me now!

Nick grabbed Greg’s hips, forcing him up on to his knees. He poured lube over his own throbbing cock and gave himself a few strokes. He let out a low moan as he gently tugged himself, looking at Greg in those hot panties and beautiful cami. It was no good, he had to stop and be inside Greg. Right now. He carefully positioned the head of his cock at Greg’s eager entrance and pushed inside.

Greg thrust back onto Nick’s cock, wanting him buried as deep inside his as possible. When Nick began to withdraw until just the tip was in and then plunge back until he was buried to the hilt Greg began to scream.

“So good . . . Faster . . . Harder.” Nick let his hands slide down Greg’s body to play with his nipples, rubbing the silk over them, feeling his shudders as the waves of pleasure travelled through him. Nick was pounding into Greg with everything he had, watching his hips move clothed in the delicious silk. He had never seen anything so sexy, so arousing. Jesus, Greg was perfect. His right hand strayed lower, palming Greg’s cock through the material, which had a growing damp patch at the tip.

As Nick thrust he rubbed Greg’s cock, the silk making his hand glide and their bodies flow against each other. The panties brushed Nick’s cock with every thrust, and he couldn’t believe how sexy Greg looked in them. This was the perfect wish. This beautiful image was welded into his brain. Nick nibbled on Greg’s neck, licking and sucking as one hand rubbed Greg’s nipples, the other his cock and his own throbbing dick was pounding in and out of Greg’s tight ass.

“Fuck G . . . So close . . .Cum for me . . . Please baby.” Nick angled his thrusts slightly deeper, making sure to stroke Greg’s bundle of nerves with each in-stroke. Greg was panting, moaning, screaming Nick’s name. Everything about him was drawn tight. His muscles were tense, his balls drawn up, his legs trembled. One more thrust against his prostate and Greg was lost. He had thrown his head back and came, the silk turning darker in colour as it caught his load.

“Nick . . . Oh yes. . . Oh Nick . . . Yes!” Greg’s head dropped to the mattress with exhaustion, Nick continued to thrust into his ass. He could feel the spasms of his orgasm as he gripped Nick tightly. To help Nick along Greg began to squeeze his muscles around him and popped two of Nick’s fingers into his mouth where he sucked the remains of himself from them.

“Fuck G . . . Oh . . . Yes!” And Nick joined him, exquisite pleasure travelled through his body in waves, his cum filling his lover with warmth.

Nick collapsed on top of Greg, pulling him close and stroking the silky garments he wore. Holding him tight as they both rode out the aftershocks of such intense pleasure.

“Jesus G. . . You . . . That . . .It was incredible.”

“Well, your wish is my command Nicky.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Greg left before Nick next morning but Nick had woken happy. He had had terrific sex, amazing, even slightly kinky sex, last night. This wish thing was a really good idea. He would never admit it but he loved it when Greg did crazy things like this. It was just another thing that made him so special. That and he looked so fucking hot in that underwear.

“I may have to visit Victoria’s Secret myself. Or maybe the website.” He said to himself.

He sung all the way to work, the traffic jam not bothering him, or the fact that he was working on the weekend. He knew Greg would be there before him, waiting, happy just to see him. He parked his truck and raced into the building, stopping to throw his bag into his locker and grab his vest. Greg was in DNA tonight. Maybe he could sneak in a kiss before start of shift?

He walked into the lab to see Greg bent over a microscope. He wasn’t wearing his lab coat today. And his t-shirt had ridden up a little at the back. Yum, he was wearing those low-rise jeans. Mmmmmm. And . . . Oh my God.

Greg was wearing another pair of purple panties.

Oh yes, thought Nick, this really is a fantastic wish.

Two weeks ago Greg had granted Nick his first wish. And what an amazing two weeks it had been. The purple panties had made more appearances as had the cami top. And even a leather mini skirt that Greg had worn in a music video. Nick hadn’t been sure about it until he’d seen Greg in it then he had been very sure it was a good thing. Greg had been back to Victoria’s Secret and was now on first name terms with the cashier he had embarrassed so badly the first time. Nick was very pleased with the things she had helped Greg pick out. He had ordered a catalogue online and was planning a little surprise for Greg’s birthday as he seemed to be loving the women’s underwear as much as him. Especially the silk items. So with Greg making his wish such a success he wanted to reciprocate.

In front of him on his office table were the three envelopes. A pink one that Greg had drawn hearts on, a green one he had drawn trees on and a blue one with waves on it. He smiled at Greg’s messy scrawl and little illustrations. He turned all three over in his hands and decided on the pink one as he was in a romantic mood.

Once he opened it he realised that romance was the last thing on Greg’s mind when he had written it.

At first he wanted to tell Greg to forget the whole wish thing. He couldn’t do it. No way could he do what Greg had wished for. But when he thought about it, the wish actually had a lot of scope to it and it should be do-able without being as embarrassing as he had first thought. Ideas began flying around his head. Now he just had to pick one that was enough for Greg’s exhibitionism and for his privacy. He smiled as he settled on an idea.

He went to his trunk of camping stuff that lived in their garage and unlocked it. When he looked inside he knew it had been Greg that had put everything away the last time they had been camping. The trunk was a mess. He began to rummage around. He knew what he needed was in there. Somewhere. Once he’d found everything he set them where he needed them and waited for it to get dark.

At ten o’clock Nick was sitting on the sofa with Greg curled up around him. He smiled, letting a hand stroke the envelope in his pocket.

“Hey, Sunshine.”

“Mmmmmm?” Greg smiled up at Nick sleepily.

“Want to go stargazing?”

Greg grinned, his energy suddenly returning.

“Yeah!”

He bounced off the sofa and ran to the telescope. Since the first time he had shown it to Nick they had made a habit of going stargazing out in the desert. The night always ended up with them wrapped in a blanket in the back of Nick’s flatbed having a slow and gentle make out session. Which led to hard and fast sex when they got home.

“Come on slowcoach!”

And he ran out of the door carrying the telescope. He slid it into the flatbed and climbed into the front. Nick followed behind laughing and shaking his head.

They drove to their usual stargazing spot and tonight they were one of four couples parked there. Nick jumped out of the cab before running around to Greg’s side to open his door. Greg let himself be helped out of the truck then giggled as Nick wrapped an arm around his waist and guided him to the back. Nick lowered the tailgate and climbed in before helping Greg in after him.

“Why’s the floor springy?” Nick pointed a torch towards the floor. “Inflatable mattress! Wicked!”

Greg let himself fall backwards on to it. He giggled as Nick was bounced off his feet and landed beside him.

Nick shuffled closer to Greg and pulled him into a cuddle. He stroked Greg’s chest and nuzzled his neck, peppering a few small kisses under his chin. Greg let out a sigh and tilted his head further back allowing Nick more room. Nick followed the line of Greg’s jaw with butterfly kisses, letting his fingers trail under the clothes that covered his chest. His fingers traced swirls all over Greg’s stomach and he arched up into Nick’s touch.

Nick propped himself up on an elbow and continued to tease Greg’s stomach whilst diving in to claim his mouth in a fierce kiss, tongues teasing, tasting, exploring and massaging. They kissed languidly, Nick’s hands running all over Greg’s chest and stomach and Greg let his hands rest on Nick’s shoulders. After a few seconds more Nick moved on top of Greg, who immediately gasped as he felt Nick’s hard cock lying over his crotch. Nick rested his forehead on Greg’s, looked into his eyes and gently thrust into him.

Greg thrust back into Nick, his cock stiffening under the pressure of Nick on top of him and what that usually meant. He began to grind his erection into Nick. Greg’s hands slipped down and grabbed Nick’s ass, pulling him tight into him so their hips were moulded together. Their lips met again in a passionate round of kisses.

“Nicky.” Greg panted out between kisses. “Nicky . . . we need to stop . . . now . . . it’s too good . . . oh Nicky . . . so hard . . . please . . . have to stop.”

Greg was grinding into Nick with ever increasing speed and Nick was grinding back into Greg. “Nicky . . . please . . . oh god.”

Nick’s hand slipped in between himself and Greg. He expertly undid Greg’s belt and pants one handed then slipped his hand in over the boxers, palming Greg’s straining cock.

“Nick . . . don’t tease . . . home . . . need to cum . . . can’t do this . . . here.”

Nick removed his hand from Greg’s pants, reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope. He recognised it immediately. Nick pulled out a blue sheet of paper.

“I want you to fuck me in public.”

“Shit Nicky, yes!”

Nick slipped his hand back into Greg’s pants and this time inside his boxers, stroking his impressively hard length. Greg moaned and wriggled his hips, guiding Nick’s skilful hand exactly where he wanted it. Nick wrapped his hand around it and began to pump him, slowly at first then increasing in speed. Greg was panting, whispering filthy things in Norwegian and English.

“Oh Nicky . . . grip my cock . . . really tight . . . rub your . . . thumb . . . around the . . . tip . . . stick your . . . fingers . . . in my ass.”

Nick grinned and reached for a sachet of lube in his back pocket.

“Tell me how much you want it, Sunshine. What do you want me to do?”

Nick increased the speed he was jerking Greg with, watched him writhe in pleasure.

“Oh Christ . . . Nicky . . . need it . . . you . . . so bad . . . I want you . . . oh God . . . fingers . . . in my ass . . . please Nicky . . . I need . . . your fingers . . . in me . . . stretch me so . . . I can fit . . . your massive cock . . . in my tight . . . asshole.”

Nick had been embarrassed when anyone had talked dirty to him before and sometimes he still was, but Greg’s filthy words and dirty mouth really drove him wild. And Greg loved it when Nick did it back. He didn’t do it often, again, he found it embarrassing, but tonight was about giving Greg something special.

“Is this what you want?”

Nick laid his hand over Greg’s mouth and Greg greedily sucked in his index finger. He slowly pushed it in and out of Greg’s mouth, adding an occasional twist.

“This finger, sliding into your tight little hole? Rubbing your prostate in delicious little circles?” Greg whimpered in pleasure and thrust harder into Nick’s hand. “Then do you want me to add another?” He slipped his middle finger into Greg’s mouth, twisting and scissoring. “Then add a third until your hole is stretched just enough to take my throbbing, hard cock?” Nick slipped a third finger in and Greg groaned. He let his fingers drop from Greg’s mouth.

“Please, Nicky . . . yes . . . now . . . need your fingers . . . in me . . . now . . . finger fuck . . . my ass.” The words came out as a harsh whisper.

Nick pulled Greg’s boxers and pants down to his knees.

“Oh Greg, your hole is just so beautiful.”

Greg lifted his hips off the mattress, so desperate for Nick he had lost all control of himself. Nick tore open the lube sachet, pouring some onto his fingers and letting a little dribble onto Greg’s tight hole. He rubbed his index finger around Greg’s rosy pucker.

“Shit.! Greg cried out, forcing his ass towards Nick. “Too good . . . Nicky . . . please . . . put your finger . . . in.”

Nick slowly pressed his index finger inside Greg, a few millimetres at a time. Greg panted and thrashed his head from side to side.

“More . . . please . . . need more.”

Nick slowly put in another finger, scissoring gently and searching for Greg’s prostate. Greg arched off the mattress hissing and almost sobbing. Nick rubbed again where his finger had just been and got the same reaction. He had found Greg’s prostate. Nick pushed in a third and final finger and pumped them in and out of Greg’s ass in time with the jerking of his cock.

Nick was finding it hard to control himself. Greg was writhing on his fingers in ecstasy and Nick was hard and a damp patch was rapidly growing in his boxers. Keeping his fingers deep inside Greg working his prostate, Nick removed the hand from Greg’s cock and unbuckled and unzipped his own jeans. Once he had freed his hard cock he knelt between Greg’s legs and gently removed his fingers. He nudged Greg’s opening with the tip of his cock.

“Yes . . . now . . . fuck me!” Nick pushed his cock into Greg’s hole, hissing through gritted teeth.

”Christ, Greg. So tight. So warm.” Nick began to thrust slowly, pulling out and then sliding in again. Greg grabbed his ass, trying to speed him up. Nick slowed down even more and changed the angle of his thrusts, rubbing the tip of his cock against Greg’s prostate. Greg couldn’t even make sounds anymore. All he could do was take hitching, wet breaths and moan. His back was arched and his hands were grabbing at any inch of Nick, trying to pull him closer and faster.

Nick knew he would not take long. He had been hard for a long time and had been watching Greg get off by what he had been doing to him. And now he was buried in the warmth of Greg, his favourite place to be. He leaned down so his head was nestled in the crook of Greg’s neck and continued to thrust, speeding up as his climax neared.

Nick could feel Greg tightening up. His muscles were taut and he was trembling. His breathing was harsher and his eyes were almost white, they had rolled so far back in his head. He could see Greg’s mouth moving, saying things, probably filthy, but no sound other than moans were making their way out. He knew Greg is close.

“Don’t . . . hold back . . . cum for me, Sunshine.”

Nick thrusted faster, his fingers travelling to Greg’s nipples, pinching gently. He felt Greg’s whole body push up into him and then a warm, wet patch on his stomach. He felt Greg’s cock spasm and the walls of his ass clamping down on his cock. Greg bit into his neck and Nick bit him back to prevent him screaming as his orgasm slammed into his body.

Nick pulled Greg into his arms, they laid there holding each other tight, breathing rapidly, chests rising and falling with the effort of returning to normal. Nick had no idea if he and Greg had managed to stay quiet until he heard voices coming their way.

“Hello? We heard screaming? Is everything ok?”

Nick looked around frantically. He threw the blanket over Greg, who had already fallen asleep, and yanked his pants up. A couple in matching woolly hats appeared at the foot of the flatbed. From where they were standing they would either not see Greg at all or just see someone asleep under a blanket.

“Hi. Yes, sorry.” He picked up the thermos of Blue Hawaiian he had prepared for Greg for after. “I spilt the coffee on myself. I didn’t realise how hot it was.”

“Oh, ok. Well, as long as everything is alright.” And the couple walked off again.

Nick looked over at Greg, fast asleep on the mattress with a blanket thrown over him haphazardly. He leaned down and kissed him gently on the forehead, brushing his hair from his eyes. Then he gently got a few tissues and cleaned Greg up.

“Don’t know about the stars, but I could watch you all night, Sunshine.”

Greg was bored. Very, very bored. He had cleaned the house from top to bottom, put all his CDs and DVDs away, cleaned up the Xbox 360, changed the sheets in their room and the spare room, done a load of washing and decided what they were having for dinner tonight. He’d had enough of the music channels, had nothing new to watch, read or listen to and had even re-watched all his Marilyn Manson documentaries. A string had broken on his guitar and despite a trip to the store he hadn’t been able to replace it. He had even jerked off three times and was thinking of going for a fourth, but he couldn’t even be bothered to do that.

He was currently laid on their bed, naked, absentmindedly stroking his thigh.

“When did days off become such a chore?” he asked himself. He thought about that for a while to give himself something to do. “Ah.” He grinned. “That would be it.”

Days off weren’t a chore when a certain pair of muscled arms, a chiselled torso and a gorgeous mouth were there to keep him occupied. He let his mind wander to Nick.

“Maybe a fourth is a good idea...” he giggled, then his face fell again.

Greg sighed and glanced around the bedroom, desperate for something to occupy his hands and mind. His eyes were drawn to his bedside drawer. He remembered the envelope nestled safely inside.

It had been a while since either of them had granted a wish. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to, it was just that time and energy were in short supply for the last few months because of a sudden spike in murder rates. When time and energy had been available, it had been put to other uses. Cooking, cleaning, eating, cuddling and the occasional session of hot, sweaty sex. Greg thought back to the latest bout of steaminess. It had been a slow, gentle affair, just him, Nick and a bottle of lube.

Four was becoming more and more of a good idea.

But he knew that Nick would be home late tonight and that as they had the night and tomorrow off they would indulge in that much missed pastime. So, although his cock was beginning to wake up from all the pleasant memories, he knew he wanted to save himself for Nick. And the anticipation was always part of the fun.

He stumbled out of bed and pulled on his favourite tartan pyjama pants, opened the drawer and took out the envelope. He walked into the front room and laid it on the coffee table.

“Hot chocolate,” he muttered, walking to the kitchen.

Winter was approaching and hot chocolate was Greg’s comfort drink of choice. He took out a saucepan and poured in a mug of milk, stirring it until it bubbled. Then he shook in three teaspoons of chocolate and a spoon of sugar. He still made his hot chocolate the way Papa Olaf taught him to when he was thirteen. He poured the steaming liquid into a mug, dropped two marshmallows on the top and then added a good squirt of cream. Then he crumbled a flake over the top of the overflowing mug just for good measure.

“Voila!” he announced with a flourish. He sniffed the contents as he carried the mug through to the lounge, placing it gently on a coaster on the table.

“Coasters,” he chuckled. “Me with coasters. Nicky has a lot to answer for.”

He stroked the small piece of glass lovingly. It was wonderful how much Nick cared about all his possessions, buying the coasters only partly because he was a neat freak and partly to protect the table that Papa Olaf had made from an old sledge.

Greg padded back to the bedroom and pulled Nick’s A&M sweater from a pile of half worn clothes Nick’s side of the bed. He slipped it on, inhaling the familiar scent of Nick as he did so and then toed on his slippers before walking back to the front room, stretching like a cat as he did.

Before he went to collapse on the coach he slipped ‘Gone In Sixty Seconds’ into the DVD player then curled up with his feet tucked under him and the blue blanket Nick had got him last Christmas snuggled around him. He picked up the hot chocolate and slowly began to devour it, a small amount of cream ending up on his nose and making him go cross eyed as he tried to remove it.

With the hot chocolate finished and the film still playing, he reached over and picked up the envelope. He carefully twirled it in his fingers, a smile slowly creeping across his face. This was the last wish that he had been given, number three still being kept safely away from him. So this one had better be good. He slowly slipped his finger under the seal and pulled the envelope open. He slipped the piece of paper out and carefully opened it.

He read the words and nearly cried.

“Oh, Nicky. That is so sweet.”

Although the wish was just one sentence, he knew the meaning behind what he had been asked to do. And he was overjoyed that Nick would ask him to do something so important. Greg reached behind him and picked up the phone. He punched in a series of numbers then put the phone to his ear, wiping away a tear that had tumbled down his cheek as he did.

“Hello? Mrs Stokes? I have a favour to ask you...”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Nick arrived home to a familiar smell wafting through the house. The lights were dimmed and a bottle of red wine was perched on the table and two glasses were laid out beside it. Zero 7 was drifting from the stereo, making the house feel calm and cosy. Greg was in the kitchen, cooking. Or at least, he appeared to be.

Greg didn’t cook often, so Nick was a little surprised. He was also a little annoyed as he just couldn’t place the familiar smell drifting through the air.

“Uh, I cheated with the main course.” Greg blushed, waving a Chinese take out bag in front of Nick. “But I did make the dessert myself.”

“Oh, really?” Nick walked up behind Greg and wrapped his arms around him, placing small kisses on his neck. “And what might this dessert be?”

“Never you mind.” Greg snatched a piece of paper from the counter and folded it into his pocket. He opened a drawer beside the sink and handed Nick a corkscrew. “Now go open that wine.”

Nick settled at the table, opening the wine for Greg and poured two large glasses. Greg brought the take out bag and soon they were munching spring rolls and chicken chow mein in contented silence. Occasionally Greg would look up and smile at Nick and Nick would smile back.

Nick wasn’t ready to let Greg know yet, but he had come home from work distinctly horny. Sex had been in short supply the last few months and now all his thoughts were concerned with burying his cock in Greg. Hard and fast, that’s how he wanted it. And when he looked in Greg’s eyes and saw them dilate with desire, he knew what Greg wanted too.

They finished the Chinese and before Greg could leave the table to put the plates in the dishwasher, Nick had him by the waist and was wrapping Greg’s legs around him. Mouths met in a clash of tongues and teeth and before Greg knew where he was he was straddling Nick’s crotch on the sofa, his mouth moulded to Nick’s.

“Christ, Nicky,” Greg moaned as Nick teasingly dipped his fingers below Greg’s waistband, brushing the head of his suddenly hard and throbbing cock. “Missed the sex much?”

“No Greg, I’ve missed making love to my boyfriend.”

Greg’s mouth opened, stunned and then he lunged back on to Nick, laying himself down so their torsos were touching and he could grind their crotches together.

“Oh, Nicky,” Greg moaned as Nick’s whole hand wrapped around his cock and squeezed gently. “I really want that. I...shit...want you to make love to me so bad.” He stopped to moan into Nick’s neck. “But...oh yeah, right there...but there’s something...” And they were interrupted by the ding of the over timer.

“Greg, don’t, please, I’m so hard for you!”

Greg reluctantly pulled himself off Nick and rearranged himself in his trousers so they at least felt more bearable.

“I have to, Nicky. Trust me.” He went to the kitchen, put on some oven gloves and opened the oven. Again Nick was assaulted by the smell that he couldn’t quite place. So familiar, yet somehow not in the right place. It reminded him of somewhere.

“You see,” Greg pulled a tray from the oven and placed it on a mat to cool. “I spoke to your mom today.” He took a knife from the drawer and slowly began to slice whatever was in the tray. “And I asked her to teach me something.”

Nick’s mind began to work furiously. His mom? Teaching Greg? Greg cooking? That smell? Had he...

“And here’s what she taught me.” Greg flounced back into the sitting room placing a plate of hot flapjacks on the table. Nick looked at him, stunned and grinning then saw the envelope on the table beside a mug from earlier. He leant down to pick it up.

“Hot chocolate?” he asked, seeing flecks of flake scattered on it. Greg giggled and nodded.

“You said that when you were a kid, and even when you worked for the Texas PD, anytime you were feeling bad or anything went wrong your mom made you her flapjacks and it made everything all better.”

Nick picked up a flapjack and began to eat as Greg sat back down and pulled Nick into his arms.

“And I remember you saying once or twice that you wished you had some of your mom’s flapjacks to get you through some of the things that have happened in Vegas.” He laced the fingers of his free hand with Nick’s. “And I also remember you saying that no one could ever make flapjacks like your mom.”

Greg leant in and kissed Nick’s forehead as he continued to eat the flapjacks, a huge smile on his face.

“So I couldn’t believe it when I opened your wish. You wanted me to learn to make the special flapjacks for you.” Greg smiled down at Nick. “When I phoned your mom she got all excited.”

“Why?”

“Well...she said you’d never asked anyone but her to make them for you before. So she knew we were serious.” Greg wrapped his legs around Nick, snuggling into his neck once again.

“Hell, Greg, I don’t think I could get more serious about you if I tried.” Nick’s stomach went into butterflies as he once again thought of his third wish. “And these are so good. Mom taught you well.”

”To be honest, they were my third attempt.” Greg snickered. “But the fact that you asked at all, trusted me with something this important...” he felt himself want to burst with pride. “It means the world to me, babe.”

“Well...” Nick purred. “Seeing as how my first attempt to get you into bed was so rudely interrupted...” He turned around in Greg’s arms and snaked his hands back into Greg’s boxers. He began to slowly stroke Greg’s cock.

“How about we try again?”

“Ah! There it is!” Greg said from under his desk in the lab, where he was currently on his hands and knees searching for the pen he had just dropped.

Catherine, hearing a voice she shouldn’t have heard as she walked past the DNA lab stopped to talk to its owner.

“Greg?” All she heard was a muffled ‘ouch’ before Greg’s head appeared over the counter. “Er, Greg, it’s only December first. Why are you wearing a Santa hat? And why were you under the desk? And, come to think of it, why are you in the lab?”

Greg scowled at Catherine and waved a pen at her, a red pen with a fluffy snowball on top, then folded his arms across his chest.

“Well . . .” Catherine settled against the door and waited. She knew it would be a long story from the dramatic opener, not that Greg couldn’t be a bit over dramatic at times. Well, most of the time. But still . . . “You see . . . today is the first of December, so Christmas is nearly here. I shouldn’t have been working today. Griss gave me and Nicky the day off and we were gonna decorate the house; get that horrible plastic tree up, the usual. But. Just as we were . . . um . . . having . . . um . . . breakfast . . .” Catherine sniggered as Greg blushed. “The phone rang. Griss said that Mia was sick so I had to come in. Into the lab, not the field, I might add. And I was already wearing the Santa hat, so I thought I would try and bring a bit of Christmas cheer to you bah humbugs. It’s nearly Christmas, God damn it! Why is everyone so miserable?”

Catherine laughed and walked up to Greg, giving him a small hug and a peck on the cheek.

“Oh honey, it’s not that we’re miserable. It’s just that you’re mad.” And she laughed as she ran out the door.

Greg rolled his eyes, walked over to his stereo and put on a Christmas CD before sitting back in his swirling chair and getting on with his work.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Meanwhile across town . . .

“I thought Greg was supposed to be with you today?”

“He was Lexy, he was. But I had a word with Grissom and he called him in. Which means Mia owes me one as she’s got an extra day off.” Nick grinned.

Lexy looked confused. “I don’t get it. Why’d you make him go to work when you were given a day off together? Wouldn’t you rather be shagging?”

Nick smiled. “Well, we’ll be doing that later. But right now I have a mission. We’re doing this wishes thing . . .”

“Wishes thing?”

“Yeah, wishes thing. Greg wanted to be my genie on the condition that I was his. He wants to grant me three wishes.”

“Aww, that’s so cute!” Lexy giggled. “So what wishes did Greg make?”

“He wanted . . .” Lexy grinned again as Nick blushed. “He . . . err . . . well, he wanted public sex.”

“Nicky!” She was open mouthed. “I never knew you had it in you!”

“I didn’t, but he did, I can tell you.” Lexy swatted Nick on the shoulder, pointed at a tree and moved off again when he shook his head. “And this, the tree thing. But I don’t have a clue what the third is as I haven’t opened it yet.”

“And what did you wish for, then?” Lexy asked.

“Well, my first wish is private, so I’m sure you can guess, and my second wish was for him to learn to cook those flapjacks.”

“The ones your mom makes?”

“Yeah, those. And he did a damn good job considering he can’t cook. Anyway, my third wish is classified. I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you. And I live in the middle of a desert and I own a shovel . . .”

Lexy and Nick laughed as they moved through the rows of trees. They stopped every now and again to look at a particular tree, stroking the needles and looking at the price.

“Was there any particular kind of tree you were after? Or are you just hoping to stumble across the right one?”

“God Lexy, I have no idea. All the wish said was ‘I wish we could have a real tree this Christmas’. I just want a nice one that won’t drop its needles too soon and isn’t too big or heavy to get into the house.” Nick ran his hand through his hair. “And I don’t do trees, so I’m way out of my depth here.” Nick stopped to look around at the hundreds of trees on display and then saw a sign that said ‘Norway Spruce’. “Look!” He pointed excitedly in the direction of a small, fenced off part of the lot. “That’s got to be it!”

Nick and Lexy ran off into the small grove of spruce trees to choose the perfect one.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

At the house . . .

Half an hour later, Nick and Lexy were struggling to get a six foot Norway Spruce into the front room of the house.

“I think we chose one that was too big,” Lexy giggled as they tried to fit it through the door.

Nick looked at Lexy at the foot of the tree, struggling to keep it up. They tried lots of different angles but they still couldn’t fit it through. After the eighth attempt, they were both rolling around on the floor in fits of giggles.

“It . . . it’s . . . no good . . . Lexy,” Nick choked out, tears of laughter rolling down his cheeks. “Have to . . . go in and open the window.” He stood up, took a deep breath and wiped his eyes.

Once he was fully composed, he walked over to the large front room window and opened it outwards, then went outside and helped Lexy poke the tree through. It landed with a thump on the other side which once again reduced Nick and Lexy to fits of giggles. They struggled inside and collapsed on the mat looking at the tree. Lexy smiled at him, wrapped an arm around his shoulder and sighed.

“I’ve never seen you like this before, Nicky.”

“Like what?” he asked.

“You’re just . . . you’re completely in love, aren’t you?” Lexy looked around at Nick who had a massive smile on his face. “I mean, look at you. You’ve moved in together, you’ve met his parents, you came out to your parents and now this.”

“What do you mean, this?”

“In all the years I’ve known you, Nicky, you’ve never had a real Christmas tree. You hate the way they prickle, the way they drop their needles, you even complain about the piney smell. So Greg must be someone really special if you’re happy to do this for him.”

“Yeah, he is.” Nick stood up and offered Lexy his hand. “Come on. I wanna show you something,” he said, taking her to the back of the house.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Back in the lab . . .

Ok, so being in the lab sucked, but it hadn’t actually been too bad. Yes, he’d rather have been in the field if he had to be in at all, but at least it was warmer here. He’d been busy, but not too busy. Just enough to keep his attention and still allow him time to have a coffee break or six. There’d been no complicated samples to process and he’d got through the backlog from days quickly, too. And, to be honest, he could use the overtime if he was going to buy Nick that new flat screen he’d been fawning over for months.

But he really wanted to be with Nick right now. It was supposed to be their day off, and it wasn’t like he didn’t have plans. He’d planned on keeping Nick in bed all morning then decorating the house with him that afternoon. He knew that Nick would be getting the boxes down ready for when he got home. So now, he was watching the clock until it was time to make his escape.

The hands on his watch seemed to move so slowly. As always, the last ten minutes were the worst. It seemed like time was dragging on in slow motion. He had his bag all ready and he was hovering by the stereo, just waiting for the big hand to reach the twelve. Once that happened, the music would be off and he’d be out of the door faster than a bullet from a gun. Which, considering they’d had two shootings tonight, probably wasn’t an entirely appropriate thought. He looked at his watch again.

“Dammit, three whole minutes.”

Grissom looked into the fishbowl that was the DNA lab to see Greg with his eyes fixed to his watch, his bag on his shoulder and his Santa hat balanced jauntily on his head.

“Come on, come on, come on!” he said, waving his hands about.

“Greg,” Grissom called, poking his head around the door. Greg didn’t answer, instead he started bouncing on the balls of his feet and sighing. “Greg.” Still no answer. “Greg!”

Greg’s head whipped around, his eyes wide and his mouth an ‘o’ of surprise.

“Jesus, man! Don’t sneak up on a dude like that!” Greg was drawing in slow panicked breaths and giggling.

“Greg, go home,” Grissom said, shaking his head.

“Will do, boss.” Greg shut off the CD player, saluted and ran out of the door to the parking lot.

Grissom walked back to his office, file under his arm, smiling to himself.

“Ah, young love,” he mumbled, as he closed the office door behind him.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

And now, back to the house . . .

Nick was pacing, just waiting for the sound of Greg’s keys in the lock. He had opened a bottle of wine, poured two glasses and lit the log fire in the newly cleaned fire place in the living room. The tree was in the corner where the plastic one normally lived and the boxes of decorations stood on the floor in front of it. Nick smiled as he took in the sight of a small, green envelope nestled in the branches.

“Oh, Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree, how lovely are your branches. Oh, Christmas tree . . .”

Nick ran to the door as he heard Greg’s voice. He opened the door before Greg even had his key in the lock.

“Hey, baby.”

“Hey, Nicky.” Greg looked carefully at Nick. He had a huge smile on his face and he was practically buzzing with excitement. “Ok, what’ve you done?”

“Nothing,” Nick said, smiling and running back into the room only to reappear with two glasses of wine. He handed a glass to Greg who smiled.

“Thanks, baby.” He took a sip. “So, what’s the wine in aid of?”

“Can’t I do something nice for my boyfriend?” Nick asked, leaning in to give Greg a slow and gentle kiss.

Lips met softly, brushing against each other, then Nick let his tongue sneak out and lick Greg’s lower lip. Greg parted his mouth and Nick’s tongue sneaked in, teasing Greg’s tongue into action. They stood there in the doorway for a few minutes just enjoying the kiss. Greg eventually broke away as his bag slipped from his shoulder, nearly knocking his glass from his hand. He leant into Nick’s arm and was slowly guided into the front room.

Suddenly he stopped.

“Nicky?” He stared from the tree to Nick. “A tree? A real tree?”

Nick’s face lit up and he took the glass of wine from Greg’s hand and placed it on the table. He slid the bag down Greg’s shoulder and onto the floor and took him by the hand. He pulled Greg over to the tree and used his hand to guide Greg’s to the needles of the tree.

“It’s your wish, Greg. A real tree. And I chose a Norway Spruce.”

Greg threw his arms around Nick and covered him in kisses.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” he said, each thank you bringing a new kiss. He looked closely at the tree. “How the hell did you get it through the door? It’s huge!”

“Lexy gave me a little help with that.”

“Ah. Lexy . . . should’ve known. Must phone her later and say thanks.”

Greg knelt down, picked up a box labelled ‘Tinsel’ and passed it to Nick.

“Well, let’s get the tree decorated now!” Greg said, “And you can decorate me later.” He whispered the last part into Nick’s ear before wrapping a piece of tinsel around his neck and pulling him towards him. “And if you’re really good, we can even use the tinsel.”

Nick roared with laughter, opened a box and threw a bauble at Greg.

“Come on, Sunshine. Let’s get this done.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

After the event . . .

Two hours later, the tree was decorated and a sated Nick was in his boxers. A naked but for a string of tinsel and a pair of baubles Greg lying beside him. The lube bottle had rolled under the tree, but neither cared right now. Nick leant down to sniff Greg’s hair.

“You smell of tree,” he said, ruffling the dishevelled spikes. Greg laughed and nuzzled Nick’s chest, smiling. “Why was the tree so important?”

Greg didn’t look up but began to talk.

“Papa Olaf had a real tree every year. It was a tradition that it was always me and him who went to choose it. Didn’t matter what type of tree it was, as long as it was a real Christmas tree. He’d also buy me one bauble every year to put on it. Which is where all the odd ones came from.” Greg pointed at a bauble. “See the glass one with the silver stars on it?” Nick nodded. “That one was from my first year at Stanford. And see the wooden one with the painted ice skaters on it?” Nick nodded again. “That’s from the year I was born. And see the metal star near the top?” Nick nodded once more. “We made that one together when I started junior high.”

Nick felt his chest beginning to get damp and he realised that Greg was crying silently.

“The year he died, we didn’t have a real tree, and I haven’t had one since. It just hurt too much. But . . .”

Greg stopped.

“What Greg? What’s the matter?”

He sighed. “I feel safe with you, Nicky. I feel like I can do it again. I’ve missed it these last few years, but I wasn’t ready. And now I have a family of my own . . .” Greg looked up with watery eyes to see Nick’s confused look. “You’re my family now, Nicky. And now I have a family of my own, I feel . . . good about starting the tradition again. Only now, it’s you I have to go out and choose baubles for.”

Nick pulled Greg tighter into his arms, using his thumb to wipe away the tears.

“Well, how about we have a toast to Papa Olaf with what’s left of the bottle, then we go out tomorrow and buy a bauble for him to put on the tree?”

“Thanks, Nicky. I’d love that.”

Greg smiled and snuggled up as close to Nick as he could get, putting his leg between Nick’s thighs and pulling the throw from the couch over them. Nick snaked an arm around Greg’s shoulder, but by the time he muttered ‘Goodnight, Sunshine’, Greg was fast asleep.

Nick couldn’t help but chuckle as Greg dragged him along the boardwalk to the beach, gripping his hand tightly, their fingers laced together. They both felt so comfortable walking the streets of San Francisco hand in hand which was something they rarely did at home. It made him so happy they had relaxed into the - for Greg at least - unexpected holiday so quickly.

They were here because of Greg’s final wish, which was teaching Nick to surf. Nick had guessed what Greg’s third wish was from the front of the envelope, but was still a little worried about it. Ok, so he loved swimming, but he’d only tried surfing once before and it was a disaster – he’d barely made it past the shoreline before running like a baby back to the safe, solid sand. And he couldn’t seem to steer his head away from all the things that could go wrong.

Weren’t the waves dangerous? And what if he, as Greg called it, ‘wiped out’? Greg said it wasn’t as bad as it sounded, it was just falling off the board, but really...he couldn’t help being scared. I mean, what might be there to fall into? And when he watched Greg soar through the sea, cutting through the waves, wet, happy and smiling, he always felt a strange mixture of aroused and slightly pathetic.

They had arrived in California in the early hours of yesterday morning and then had to get two buses to reach Greg’s place. His mom had known they were coming and had been overjoyed to see them. They didn’t get many holidays and Nick had only met her twice, so this was something special for him and for her. Even so, his Texas charm quickly had her eating out of the palm of his hand. Once they had dumped their bags in the bedroom they had eaten some sandwiches and crashed, awakening halfway through the night for a slow and gentle love making session before going back to sleep and waking up again this morning raring to go. In more ways than one. As a result, they had left the house two hours later than intended and blushing. Greg was always highly vocal during sex and from the way his mom had grinned when they finally made it to breakfast, well. . . Nick didn’t want to think about it too much.

“Come on, Nicky, stop daydreaming.”

Greg was bouncing as they walked, acting like a small child again. He had on a pair of knee length, red O’Neil board shorts and an over sized blue t-shirt that actually belonged to Nick. He was carrying a large backpack and his new surfboard that he was taking to the waves for only the second time. Nick had organised his first ever trip to California a year ago when they moved in together, after Greg’s old board was broken by the removal men. Today Greg’s smile was as wide as the legs of his shorts.

“Sorry Greg, it’s just . . .”

“I know you’re scared, Nicky.” Greg stopped and turned to face him, the small tent Nick was carrying briefly slamming into his leg with the suddenness of the stop. “But I promise,” he placed a small kiss on Nick’s nose. “I’ll look after you.”

Nick reached out an arm and placed his hand on Greg’s hip before laying a gentle kiss on his lips. Greg beamed and began to move again, tugging Nick behind him.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Greg steered Nick to a spot near the cove where he always pitched his tent when he came surfing. Tonight, they were sleeping under the stars, or at least under canvas. Together they erected the tent and stored their belongings inside. As soon as this was done, Greg stared out at the sea, bouncing on the balls of his feet, watching the breakers on the shore and the guys already out on their boards. Nick saw him looking and smiled.

“Go,” he said. “I’ll watch you.” He leant in and whispered into Greg’s ear. “Watching you on your board always makes me horny.”

Greg giggled and blushed before turning and staring into Nick’s eyes.

“You sure, Nicky?”

Nick nodded at Greg, who then pulled him into his arms and pushed their lips together. Nick tilted his head and let his hands twine into Greg’s hair, manoeuvring his mouth into a better kissing position. Greg moaned into Nick’s mouth, opening his wide and letting his tongue out to play. The kiss deepened and Greg pushed his body into Nick’s, grinding their hips together. Soon after that, the kiss broke, the need for air finally pulling them apart.

“Nicky . . .” Greg panted, “I can’t surf with a hard-on.”

Greg readjusted his shorts and took some deep breaths, a faint blush on his cheeks. Nick slapped him playfully on the shoulder and gave him a shove.

“Go,” he said, “Before I drag you back into that tent and rip your clothes off.”

Greg tore his t-shirt over his head, placed a small kiss on Nick’s lips and then picked his board up. He ran to the water’s edge, stopping only to attach the ankle strap before bundling into the water and lying on his board, paddling out to sea.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Nick was completely in awe of Greg, watching him smiling as he threw his board around. His body was slick with seawater, his shorts sticking to him in all the right places. He cut through the waves, turning left and right, his arms out to the sides in a carefree but balanced position, his poise perfect, his goofy stance unusual compared to all the other surfers around him.

Some small part of Nick’s mind still couldn’t believe that Greg had told the truth about his surfing. For some reason, the whole gang had thought he was just talking himself up, but he really was good. He looked overjoyed as he brought the board into shore, hopping off before the water became too shallow, picking up the board and jogging up the beach back towards their tent. Greg shook his head, his hair flying out in all directions as drops of water flew to the ground.

“Hey, Nicky!” He grinned, jamming the board into the sand beside the tent.

“Hey, beautiful.”

Greg flashed Nick the smile that was reserved just for him, undid the ankle strap and plonked himself down beside his lover.

“You looked so hot out there.” Nick’s hand landed on Greg’s thigh. “Cutting up the waves . . .” Nick’s hand began to creep upwards, “A look of pure ecstasy on your face.” Nick’s hand came to a stop on Greg’s crotch.

“Oh, Nicky . . .”

The hand on his crotch began to rub his cock, the pressure increasing as the organ hardened under Nick’s talented touch. Greg laid back and Nick leaned down with him, his mouth reaching Greg’s throat where he placed tiny kisses, his hand still stroking Greg’s now very hard cock. He lifted his mouth from Greg’s neck to the dip in his collar bone, licking the accumulated seawater away then lifting his head back to Greg’s mouth to kiss him.

Their lips met, Greg shivering at the touch and Nick’s hand beginning to move faster, his palm moving up and down the delicious cock that gave him so much pleasure. He knew Greg was enjoying his attentions as his face and chest were beginning to flush and his breathing was becoming shallower. Greg’s mouth opened and Nick’s tongue slipped inside, exploring his mouth and stroking his tongue. Greg began to roll his hips gently, pushing his crotch up into Nick.

“Please, Nicky . . . tent.”

Nick sat up and crawled into the tent, Greg following close behind him. As soon as they were through the door Greg had it zipped up and was on top of Nick.

“Easy! You’re all wet.”

Greg giggled and rocked his hips against Nick’s crotch.

“The surfing’s not the only reason I’m wet.”

Nick raised an eyebrow and rolled over once more so he was on top of Greg.

“Lay back,” he said, leaning down to once again let his tongue slip into Greg’s mouth. Greg whimpered and thrust his hips up. Nick broke the kiss, resting their foreheads together. “Let me . . . pleasure you.”

Nick slid down Greg’s legs, pulling the board shorts down as he went. He wrapped his hand around the hard cock this move revealed, a glistening drop of precum shining on the tip. Nick leant down and licked it off, relishing the hiss Greg made. He began to move his hand up and down, slowly to start with, but increasing the speed of his movements. Greg moaned and pushed up into Nick’s hand, one hand moving to his head and grasping his hair, the other gripping the floor of the tent beside him. Nick began to pump as fast as he could, letting his hand twist as he reached the tip. Greg was panting beneath him, his hips moving, the knuckles on either hand white. He let out a long, low moan.

“God, Nicky . . . you give the . . . best . . . hand jobs.”

Greg let the tent floor go and placed his hand in his mouth, gently biting the soft flesh to prevent himself from screaming out as the pleasure built inside him. He could feel his body drawing tight, his balls drawing up.

“Nicky, I wanna . . . cum.”

Nick smiled and used his other hand to slip down and massage Greg’s balls. Greg returned his hand to his mouth, biting down with increasing pressure. His breath was hitching in his chest and he was rocking his hips at an ever increasing pace. Nick felt Greg’s back rise up, felt his cock go impossibly stiffer, precum leaking from him rapidly, and knew the end was near. He took his hand from Greg’s balls and added it to his cock, both hands twisting and pumping at the same time. Greg suddenly thrust up, his back leaving the floor and ribbons of warm cum spurting over his chest. Once the strong contractions had finished Greg lay on his back, chest heaving; his face and neck flushed bright red. Nick leaned down and licked the sticky, warm cum from Greg’s chest before leaning in and letting Greg’s tongue into his mouth so Greg could taste himself.

“Shit, Nicky. I wasn’t expecting that.”

Nick lay down and pulled Greg onto him, smiling as a small yawn made Greg’s features wrinkle.

“Seeing you ride and then all wet, well, it’s always had that effect on me.”

“I’ll have to surf more often if this is what happens.”

Greg’s hand started to make small, swirling patterns on Nick’s chest before trailing down to his stomach. Nick grabbed the hand, threading their fingers together.

“Later,” he said. “I want to hold you as you sleep.”

Greg smiled up at Nick and nuzzled into him, throwing a leg over both of Nick’s and closing his eyes. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep.

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When Greg woke up, Nick was no longer in the tent with him. He sat up, giggled as he realised he needed to pull his shorts up and remembered why he was in the tent in the first place. He unzipped the tent door. It was slightly cooler out, but the sun was still high in the sky and there were still plenty of waves to catch. Nick was sitting about four feet in front of the tent with a mug of coffee, another mug by his side. He was watching the boarders Greg knew out in the surf, making it look so easy. Dax, the only of Greg’s high school friends still in the area, was doing a handstand on his board, showing off to some girls on the pier. Nick knew he was a competition level surfer, but that still didn’t make him feel any better about his own lack of prowess.

“Hey,” Greg said, sitting down beside Nick and folding his arms over his knees.

“Hey, Sunshine.”

Nick picked up the spare mug and handed it to Greg, who rested his head on Nick’s shoulder.

“It’s still really nice out here and there are still some waves. Want to go and catch a few?”

Greg immediately felt Nick’s body tense as he tried to take a sip of his coffee.

“I . . . I . . . Well . . .”

Greg put his mug down and took Nick’s left hand, holding it tightly within his own.

“We don’t have to stay out long. We only have to go out once. If you don’t like it, you can come back in and that will be it. Dax lent me a surfboard for you. It’s a good one, ready waxed and everything. He’s still out, he’ll stay out there until we come in so if anything goes wrong we have support.”

Nick looked at Greg, his brown eyes were wide and full of hope; he really wanted this. Nick bit his lip and put his mug down before standing up. He reached down and pulled Greg to his feet, wrapping his arms around his waist when they were standing face to face.

“I’d do anything for you, Sunshine, you know that.” He kissed Greg’s nose. “Now, how’s about we make your last wish come true?”

They walked to the boards which were standing up in the sand beside the tent and stopped to do up the ankle straps. Greg was grinning insanely, smiling at Nick like his face was about to break in half. He began to walk to the sea, pulling Nick behind him. As they walked Greg asked him questions.

“Ok, so you remember how to paddle on the board?” Nick nodded. “And you remember how to pull yourself up?” Nick nodded once more. “What we’re gonna do is paddle out then come back in on a wave. But I want you just to kneel up and hold the edges of your board this time, not try to stand. That make sense?” Nick nodded, feeling vaguely terrified. “When we get out there, Dax will join us. Ok?” Once more, all Nick could do was nod.

Greg began to walk out into the water, so proud and happy. Nick knew Greg could never do this in Vegas, and not just because there was nowhere they could do it. He was still so embarrassed by the melted and torn skin on his back that would always be like that. It had healed now as much as it ever would. He always had an urge to reach out and stroke those scars whenever he saw them. He’d come so close to losing Greg and . . . well, now wasn’t the time to think about that. If Greg could bare his greatest secret to the world, hell, there was nothing stopping Nick from getting on that surfboard.

He walked into the spray, following Greg slowly until the water was deep enough to paddle. He lay on the board, one arm over each side, pulling himself along. This bit was easy. It was what came next that frightened him. They went out what seemed like a huge distance from the shoreline before Greg spoke.

“Ok, this will do. Pull yourself around and straddle the board. Let the waves go under you a couple of times. Get used to the feeling of the waves under the board.”

Greg seemed to be straddling his board in seconds, letting his fingers trail in the water. He watched Nick carefully as he pulled himself into the required position.

“Well done, Nicky. I’m so proud of you.”

Greg beamed at him and Nick couldn’t help but smile back. Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.

Dax paddled over to them, winking at a surfer girl to his left.

“Mmmm. That’s one hotty,” he said, still watching her. Greg high-fived him when he paddled alongside them. “So lovers, how we doin’?”

Nick blushed and gave Dax a shaky thumbs-up before sitting on the board with his head cocked as they spoke surfer language at each other. Nick didn’t understand a word of it.

“Ok, so you want me to go on point or . . .”

“Actually Dax, could you take the rear?”

“Funny, I thought that was what Tex over there did to you when . . .”

But before he could finish the sentence Greg had tipped the board over, depositing Dax in the water. Dax shook his head and laughed as he pulled himself back on the board and paddled to a spot behind them.

“Ok Nicky, when I say go, pull yourself onto your knees.”

Nick heard Dax muttering something about him having done that before and saw Greg hastily flip him the finger. Dax roared with laughter and Nick shook his head, the easy going banter beginning to relax him.

“Ok Nicky, ready?” Greg had spotted the perfect wave. “Ready . . .” Nick and Greg braced their hands on the sides of the board. “Steady . . .” Greg pulled his feet onto the board and Nick swung his legs back over so he was laying and facing forward. “Go!”

Greg was up instantly, his left foot forward, riding the wave. Nick managed to kneel up but that was as far as he got. His heart rate shot up and the noise of the waves was deafening. He could hear his breathing ringing in his ears and he knew his knuckles were white as he hung on for dear life. Dax and Greg were both shouting encouragement at him, but he couldn’t hear a thing.

A few seconds later, he was shocked when his board hit sand and he fell off. He was lying in two inches of water at the shoreline.

“I did it,” Nick whispered to himself, looking up to see a grinning Greg right in front of him. “I did it!” he shouted, pulling himself to his feet and throwing himself at his gorgeous boyfriend. “I did it, Greg, I did it!”

“Yeah, you did.” Greg had the biggest smile he had ever seen on his face.

They wrapped themselves around each other, their wet bodies sliding together. Greg tilted his head and closed his eyes, slowly edging closer to Nick. Nick copied Greg’s actions without realising it and soon their lips met. The kiss started out slow, mouths rubbing against each other, tongues licking lips and then mouths being opened and tongues diving inside. Their tongues massaged each other, playing together, and every now and again teeth would nip lips or tongues and a small squeak would follow.

“Well, I’m guessing my work for the day is done,” Dax said, walking up to the kissing couple and slapping Greg on the ass. The shock forced them apart. Greg turned round to face Dax, a pretend scowl on his face. “Keep hold of the board until you go home. You got my number, you wanna surf again, call my cell, ok?”

Greg pulled Nick tighter and nodded, resting his head below Nick’s chest and breathing deeply.

“You did so well, Nicky. I can’t believe how well you did.”

Nick pulled Greg tighter, the ankle strap starting to annoy him now they were no longer in the sea.

“I’m glad I made you happy. But . . . can I take the board off now, please?”

“You don’t want to go out again?”

“Not today, Sunshine. Tomorrow, though, I think I’d quite like to.”

Greg looked at Nick, staring straight into his eyes and smiling lasciviously.

“Ok, well hows about you take me back to the tent and you show me how to get into that kneeling stance you did . . .” Nick grabbed Greg’s ass and pulled him tighter, a growl issuing from his throat. “And tomorrow, we’ll see what we can do . . .” He leant in and whispered into Nick’s ear. “Standing up.”

Nick grinned as he watched Greg dancing in the rain. He was wearing nothing but his red board shorts and a black Marilyn Manson t-shirt, both of which were plastered to his gorgeous body by the moisture falling from the sky. His surf board was propped against the wall of the garage as he had only gotten back from the sea ten minutes ago. Nick knew that Greg would smell salty and he would have a smile on his face, the one that said the world was perfect, that he was happy, that they were all that mattered in the world.

Greg was always so happy, so carefree every time they came back to California. At this moment, watching Greg, nothing that had happened in the last few years mattered. The beating, the explosion, the stalker, the kidnapping, being buried alive. None of it was important any more. Being with each other had got them through all those tough times and he wanted . . . no, needed, to show Greg just how important he was, just how much Nick loved him. That Greg meant the world to him.

This was only the third time he had been to California with Greg, and this time was the most important. He had made his decision.

He was amazed that Grissom had given them both the week off in the middle of the summer, and even more amazed that he had given him last Wednesday afternoon off too. He had wanted to run some errands - or at least that was the story he had told Grissom. Greg had thought he was at a homicide with Catherine, but really he’d been shopping at a tiny jeweller’s just a little way off the strip. Hidden in his suitcase was a small, black box, and this morning, before Greg had even got up, Nick had walked into town to find a florist and a shop that sold candles.

He still couldn’t really believe that he was going to do this. But he wanted it. And now was the right time.

He stood by the large window in the middle of Greg’s childhood room, planning exactly how he was going to do it. He smiled as he looked at the bed, the perfect plan forming in his mind. Originally, he had planned a grand gesture, a dinner or a moonlight picnic. But now was the moment, they didn’t need anything else, that was just for show.

But first he had to make sure Greg was ready, relaxed, settled. He knew when Greg came in he would be cold, so he went to the en-suite and ran a bath. He poured in some of the lavender bubble bath Greg had used religiously after Nick’s run in with the fire ants as it soothed both Nick’s body and Greg’s mind. And right now he wanted both him and Greg to be calm and relaxed. And hopefully afterwards, incredibly happy. He put Greg’s tartan pyjama pants and the A&M t-shirt of his that Greg loved to wear on the shelf near the tub and dug out a huge, fluffy, chocolate coloured towel. When the bath was ready he went downstairs, smiling at Greg’s mom, and waited for Greg to come in.

“You look happy, Nick.”

Greg’s mom was making some hot chocolate, knowing from years of experience that that was the first thing Greg would want when he came through the door.

“I am, Mrs S. I don’t think I could be happier. Not for the next half an hour anyway.”

She looked sideways at Nick; the usually still Texan was wriggling in his chair, seeming almost impatient but for the huge smile on his face. He was opening and closing a small, black box he had taken from his pocket and kept gazing at the single red rose he had brought back this morning that was now hidden in a vase behind the kitchen door with the bag of candles beside it.

“Then why do you look so nervous?”

“Um...” He looked down at the box and went bright red.

Greg’s mom looked at him, at the blushing Texan sitting at the other side of the breakfast counter. A slow smile broke out on her face and her eyes welled up with tears. She walked up to Nick and pulled him into a bear hug. She’d known from the minute Greg had first talked about ‘the kiss’ that he was the one.

“I knew there was a special reason you brought him here this week,” she said, hugging him tighter. “Does he have any idea?” Nick shook his head. “I’ll put some champagne in the fridge, shall I?”

Nick smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

“I’m hoping we’re going to need it.”

“Oh believe me, you will,” she said, patting Nick on the back reassuringly.

Nick beamed at her and the back door slammed, a singing Greg strolling through the kitchen, dripping all the way. Nick quickly put the black box back in his pocket and Greg’s mother turned around so Greg wouldn’t see that she had nearly been crying.

“Hello, my sexy cowboy.” He walked up behind Nick and snuggled into his back, burying his head in Nick’s neck.

“Ew, you’re all wet!” Nick laughed, shrugging his shoulders to shake Greg off. Greg giggled and danced over to his mom.

“Mommy,” he said, in a whiny kid voice. “Please can I have some hot chocolate?”

He stood in front of her, eyes to the floor, hands behind his back, twisting the toe of his sneaker into the ground. His mom laughed and Nick swallowed hard. Greg had another pose, very similar to that, that only he ever got to see. She turned around with two large pale blue mugs in her hands, both steaming.

“You’re the greatest!” Greg leant in and placed a kiss on her cheek. “Thanks, mom.”

Greg took a mug and warmed his hands on it, inhaling the delicious scent. He looked up and smiled at Nick, and Nick felt his heart melt. He returned the smile, his body now tingling with excitement. How had he managed to wait this long? Greg’s mom put Nick’s mug down in front of him and smiled, watery eyed, at the man who was about to make Greg the happiest person on Earth.

“Hey, Sunshine.” Greg looked up from his mug and smiled at Nick again. “I’ve run you a bath. Let’s get you out of those wet clothes.”

Greg wriggled his eyebrows.

“Gregory Hojem Sanders! I can’t believe you just did that!”

“Oh, I can Mrs S. I can.”

“Well, I suggest he gets upstairs before my hand makes contact with his rear end,” she said rolling her sleeves up.

Greg giggled and ran from the room like a four year old. Greg’s mom shook her head then looked at Nick, standing there, smiling as his boyfriend ran up the stairs laughing manically.

“Good luck,” she whispered.

Nick walked over to her and placed a delicate kiss on her right cheek.

“Thanks...mom.” She smiled as he followed Greg up the stairs.

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Greg ran through the doorway, put his mug down on the dresser and threw off his clothes in record time. By the time Nick made it to Greg’s bedroom, there was a trail of wet clothes starting from the door and leading into the bathroom. Living with Greg had always been like this. Exhilarating, messy and slightly deranged. Ok, so he spent half his life clearing up Greg’s messes or mopping up after his accidents, but he wouldn’t change it for the world. He smiled as he picked up each wet item and placed it in the washing basket.

“Nicky!” Greg yelled from the bathroom. “Come wash my back!”

Nick chuckled at his boyfriend’s demand and wandered slowly through to the bathroom, each step making his heart beat a little faster. Greg was sprawled out in the huge tub wearing bubble spikes and a bubble beard. As Nick approached the bath he made bubble breasts.

“What do you think I’d look like with boobs?”

“A girl.”

“Jackass,” Greg muttered then threw a handful of bubbles at Nick before sticking his tongue out.

Nick knelt down beside the tub, picking up the soft, blue sponge that they never travelled without. Greg sat up and leant forward, sighing contentedly at the first touch of the warm, wet sponge on his back. As the water warmed his skin, the scent of lavender relaxed him. Greg’s scars were still incredibly sensitive and he didn’t like to wash them himself. Only partly because it still pulled when he put his arm in certain positions and twisted his neck a certain way. Nick had the perfect touch that could make him shiver, could relax him despite what he was doing.

Nick moved the sponge in slow circles, squeezing out sheets of water as he did. Greg was moaning softly, the sensations making him feel warm and fuzzy around the edges. When his back was thoroughly warmed and clean Nick leant him back against the end of the bath and washed his chest in the same way and then asked Greg if he could wash his hair. Greg nodded gently and Nick picked up his new strawberry shampoo and squeezed just enough into his hand before massaging it into Greg’s scalp. By now Greg was drowsy and had a goofy smile plastered on his face. Nick began to speak again as he carefully rinsed the shampoo off.

“You stay here and have a soak, G. I’m going to make sure that you have some warm pyjamas waiting for you.”

He knew Greg would be too relaxed to look around and spot the ones that were already waiting for him on the shelf above the bath. He crept out of the room, wanting Greg to remain as relaxed and happy as possible. He then made a dash for downstairs, only staying in the kitchen long enough to pick up the rose and candles before running back upstairs again. Once he was back in Greg’s room he closed the curtains and placed candles all around, lighting them as he went. Next he laid the single red rose on the pillow and next to that a purple envelope. The final touch was the small, black box that he hadn’t been able to put down since he had bought it.

With the room ready he returned to the bathroom to prepare his boyfriend.

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“Come on, Sunshine. Time to get out of the tub.”

Nick walked back into the bathroom, speaking as quietly as possible. Greg turned to him with sleepy eyes, still smiling like he’d just won the jackpot at the Rampart. Greg stretched and then held his arms out to Nick, who came and helped him from the bath. Once free of the water Nick wrapped him in the fluffy towel and began to slowly dry him. Greg basked in the feeling of being fussed over by Nick, the hands on his body, the warmth radiating from him. Nick was nervous and excited, adrenalin pumping around his veins and his heart beating faster than he thought was possible. His mouth was dry, his hands shaking slightly but Greg was too wrapped up in the pleasure to notice. How was it possible to love one person so damn much that this moment meant the Earth to him? That he felt like his whole life depended on the answer to his question?

“What did I do to deserve this, Nicky?” Greg’s words woke him from his trance.

“You were just you. I was watching you play in the rain. It made me happy.”

“Oh, Nicky. That’s so cute!”

Nick laughed and finished his task before taking the pyjamas he had warmed down from the shelf. He carefully helped Greg into the pants before standing up and helping him slide the red A&M t-shirt over his head. Once it was on he wrapped his arms around Greg’s waist and pulled him close, letting their lips meet in a long slow kiss.

It started out slow and gentle, lips moving softly against each other. Then Nick nudged Greg’s mouth open and let his tongue slide in, rubbing over Greg’s and twining around it. One hand had strayed to Greg’s hair and the other travelled down to cup his right ass cheek. Greg’s arms reached up and looped around Nick’s neck and he leant against Nick, his body pressing against him from chest to knee. When they broke for air, faces flushed and panting, noses and foreheads touching, Nick smiled. He was buzzing with excitement, desperate to just shove Greg into the bedroom and wait for him to find what was waiting for him on his pillow.

“I love you, Sunshine.”

“I love you too, Nicky.”

“Now,” he said, punctuating the sentence with occasional small kisses to Greg’s lips. “It’s time you went and got some socks on before your feet freeze. I’ll tidy the bathroom.”

Greg nodded and slowly padded out of the bathroom, only noticing once he was fully in the bedroom that the curtains were drawn and there were candles everywhere. He looked around, slightly puzzled, and then saw something on his pillow. A red rose. He grinned and ran over to the bed, leaning down to pick it up. He sniffed it gently and let his fingers stroke its velvety petals. He was about to put it back on the bed and run to Nick to thank him when he spotted the envelope and the box.

He breathing suddenly stopped, his mind went into freefall. His heart rate shot through the roof, he could hear his blood rushing past his ears. When he began breathing again, he felt it quicken as adrenalin was pumped around his body.

Oh. My. God. He thought. This is it.

“N...N...Nicky?”

Nick poked his head around the bathroom door and saw Greg, standing by the bed, holding the rose and looking at the pillow. His hands were trembling slightly and his eyes were wide and shiny.

“Yes, Sunshine?”

“Wh...Wh...What...?” Greg gulped, but he knew, he knew what Nick’s third wish was, what was in the box, and he wanted to shout his answer right away. But Nick was going to ask, and he wanted Nick to ask.

“My third wish.”

Nick walked from the bathroom and over to where Greg was standing, the rose still gripped tightly in his hand. He picked up the purple envelope and handed it to Greg.

“Open it.”

Greg took the envelope with a shaking hand and slowly slid his finger between the two layers of paper before gently pulling it from one side to the other, tearing it open. Inside was a folded sheet of yellow. He let the paper fall into his other hand and as he did he saw Nick drop to one knee. He felt tears well up in his eyes as Nick picked up the box and slowly opened it.

“Read it.”

He unfolded the paper and held it in front of him, a few silent tears spilling over and cascading down his cheeks.

“I want you to marry me,” he read aloud.

Nick turned the box round to face Greg. Inside was a thin silver band, plain but for a tiny diamond on the inside where it would sit against Greg’s finger. Nick was looking up at Greg, scared and exhilarated and desperate for an answer.

Greg dropped to his knees and put his hands on either side of the one of Nick’s that was cradling the box.

“Yes,” he whispered. “Yes.” Then he threw his arms around Nick and cried into his neck. “God yes, Nicky. Of course I’ll marry you.”

Nick carefully prised Greg’s arms from around his neck and held his left hand, straightening his ring finger. He took the delicate ring from the box and, after a complicated docking procedure as both of their hands were shaking, he managed to slip the ring on Greg. Greg just stared at their entwined hands, his now bearing an engagement ring, a symbol of how much Nick loved him.

“Nicky, it’s beautiful.” Greg said, admiring the perfect ring that now took pride of place on his ring finger, waiting for another thin band to join it.

Nick stood up, carefully helping Greg to his feet and then stared into his eyes, both of them with tears shining on their faces. Nick pulled Greg towards the door then began to walk them down the stairs.

“Mom?” Nick called as he walked into the kitchen.

She turned around slowly, relishing the way that Nick now called her mom. She looked at her two sons, one biological and one in-law, smiling at her. Nick held Greg’s hand up for her to see, showing off the delicate ring he had spent an hour and a half picking out.

“Oh, Greg! Nick!” she sobbed, running forward and pulling them both into a massive hug. “My boys. I am so proud of you both.”

Nick blushed and squeezed Greg’s hand, then his mother took it in hers, carefully stroking her thumb over the silver band.

“Papa Olaf would have been over the moon,” she said, stroking Greg’s face. Greg smiled at her, knowing that he would.

Greg’s mom let Greg’s hand go and walked to the fridge. She opened the door and pulled out a bottle of champagne before opening the cupboard and getting down three mugs.

“No flutes, sorry,” she giggled.

Nick took the bottle from her and popped the cork before pouring three generous mugs of the fizzy wine, one for each of them. Greg kept hugging Nick and placing small kisses on his cheeks, all in between staring at the new ring glinting in the sunlight that now replaced the rain. As they drank, Greg became more and more giggly and Nick began thinking about taking him upstairs, wanting so desperately to feel his lips on him, to make love to this crazy, beautiful creature who had captured his heart and soul.

“A toast.” Greg’s mom raised her mug. “To my two sons.” A small tear rolled down her cheek and she wiped it away with the back of her hand. “And all the good things that follow.”

Nick and Greg raised their mugs and sipped their drinks, staring at each other.

“Bedroom?” Greg whispered into Nick’s ear.

“Thought you’d never ask,” Nick whispered back.

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Greg lay on his back with Nick on top of him, both fully clothed. Their hands were stroking each others bodies, sliding under clothes. Nick slowly pushed Greg’s t-shirt up, kissing up his chest as each new patch of tanned skin was revealed. When his pink nipples were uncovered Nick sucked each one into his mouth, letting his tongue swirl around it and gently biting down on the engorged nub. Greg arched into Nick, his fingers digging into Nick’s back and his crotch pushing up into Nick’s hard-on.

Nick pushed Greg’s t-shirt off completely and reached down, sliding his pyjama pants off his hips before sliding down his body, kissing a line from his navel as the pants were removed the rest of the way. He kissed all the way down to Greg’s feet via his right leg before working up his left leg back to his navel. He carried on up Greg’s body, once again torturing his nipples before returning to claim Greg’s mouth in a searing kiss.

Nick broke away completely and removed his own t-shirt as Greg leant forward and undid his belt. Greg’s nimble fingers made short work of Nick’s button fly and pushed the offending pants roughly off his hips. Nick climbed off the bed and pushed his pants off and then picked up the red rose that Greg had earlier clung to for dear life.

Starting at Greg’s neck he ran the flower slowly all over his body, letting the velvety petals trace circles on his torso, his thighs, his legs. Greg was gasping under him, deep moans escaping from him whenever Nick hit a particularly sensitive spot. He took a single petal from the rose and straddled Greg’s knees. Then he brought the petal to Greg’s cock and began to trail it up, around the tip and back down. Greg was thrusting up, the delicate touch driving him insane with lust.

“Please....please, Nicky...more.”

Nick placed the petal beside them and leant over Greg’s cock. He let his tongue snake from between his lips and lapped at Greg’s slit. He savoured the taste of his fiancés juices, taking all that was there before plunging his mouth over the throbbing erection below him. He swallowed Greg as deep as he could and began to move his head up and down. He tongue played around the head, licking the underside and flicking over the tip. Greg was thrusting into his mouth and muttering in Norwegian. Nick had been with him long enough now to know that if Greg’s mother heard the words he was using she would probably die of a heart attack. Mind you, if she heard the words that would mean she was in the room, and Nick really didn’t want to think of that right now. Not when he was about to make love to his fiancé for the first time.

Nick added his hands to his mouth’s aid, using his elbows to balance himself. One hand wrapped itself around the base of his cock, tugging in rhythm with Nick’s sucking, and the other went to Greg’s balls. To begin with, he stroked them; just let his fingers play over them. Then he slowly took them into his palm and began to roll them around. One of Greg’s hands reached down and wrapped itself in Nick’s hair, tugging so hard it almost hurt, and the other was gripping the sheets, his knuckles white.

“God, Nicky ...yes...so good...so close.”

Nick let his hand leave Greg’s balls and reached into the pocket of his pants for his lube. He uncapped the bottle and squeezed a little onto his index finger before placing it at Greg’s hole. Greg immediately tensed up and Nick could feel his draw in a sharp breath and hold it.

“Yes...yes...yes...yes,” he moaned out, the breath released as he screamed the words.

Nick let his finger breach Greg’s hole, pushing in softly. He felt Greg clamping against him, his thighs trembling.

”Oh shit...oh...oh Nicky...close.”

Nick curled his finger and stroked Greg’s prostate. Suddenly Greg’s whole body went into spasm. The muscles in his ass gripped Nick’s finger, inadvertently pushing it against his prostate so with each spasm it was stroked once more. His cock pulsed in Nick’s mouth, filling him with Greg’s juices which he swallowed down greedily and then continued to milk him until he was completely spent.

Greg lay on his back gasping for breath. His body had turned to jello. His limbs felt heavy and light as a feather at the same time, delicious warmth had spread throughout his whole body from his belly and his head was a mess of static and stars. He could feel Nick’s finger still within him and Nick’s lips on his hip as he slowly kissed him down from his high.

“Christ, Sunshine. You’re more difficult to stay on than any bull when you have an orgasm,” he laughed.

Greg blushed and squirmed on Nick’s digit. Despite the fact that he had cum so recently the intrusion felt exquisite and he could feel his body heat rising once again.

“Make love to me, Nicky. Please.”

Nick took his finger from Greg’s ass and gently parted his legs. He knelt between them, lube in hand, and smiled. First he squeezed a tiny amount of the cool gel directly onto Greg’s hole, revelling in the tiny gasp and shudder it elicited. Then he re-coated his index finger and once again pushed it into Greg’s ass. He began to thrust it slowly in and out, Greg pushing himself down onto the intruding digit with each thrust.

“More, Nicky...please.”

Nick took his finger out once more and slicked up a second digit before pushing them both back in. This time as well as thrusting in and out of the hot, tight cavern he began to softly scissor, stretching Greg to prepare him for his cock. He wanted to give Greg as much pleasure as possible tonight, so he curled the fingers, once again brushing Greg’s prostate. Greg howled and arched up, the fingers circling and creating delicious electricity that was threatening to make him cum again with no extra stimulation.

“Please...one more...now.”

Nick took the fingers out, leaving Greg to moan at the empty feeling it left him with, before returning with three. He repeated his actions, watching Greg writhe in ecstasy below him.

“Now...I’m ready...now.”

Nick took his fingers out of Greg for the last time and retrieved the lube, coating himself liberally. He placed the head of his cock at Greg’s tight hole. Greg felt the blunt head positioned there, ready to penetrate him, and he pushed downwards, desperate for Nick to continue. Nick slowly pushed forward, his cock edging into Greg. Once he was all the way in he stopped to let Greg wrap his legs around him and he took Greg’s left hand, entwining their fingers and laying it on the pillow beside them.

He began to thrust into Greg, his forehead coming to rest on Greg’s as they made love staring into each others eyes. All that could be heard was occasional moans and gasps, the occasional wet pop as they dived in to trade sloppy kisses. The love making was intense, passionate slow. Each stroke raking over Greg’s prostate, the tightening of the muscles each time causing Nick’s breath to hitch and his balls to pull up just a little tighter. His strokes were still slow, languid, the pleasure slowly building for both of them.

“N...N...Nicky...please...faster ... need to...have to cum.”

Nick could feel his own need building, his body tingling and each nerve ending snapping with pleasure. Each time he thrust in, the head of his cock felt like it was on fire, like it wouldn’t last another thrust. He began to speed up, desperate to give Greg what he wanted, desperate for the same to happen to him.

“Yes...yes ... close...so close.”

Greg was tensing up beneath Nick, his rigid cock pushing up into Nick’s rippling stomach muscles. Nick could feel the head of Greg’s cock, wet and slippery, rubbing against him.

“Fuck...gonna...gonna...Nicky!”

Greg’s face went red and his back left the bed, impaling himself on Nick as deep as he could. As Nick watched, his forehead still on Greg’s his eyes rolled back in his head and his eyelids flickered. The grip on his hand tightened and Greg squeezed him, his hand and his cock, with every pulse of his dick. Nick could feel a warm, wet puddle growing between them.

The spasms of Greg’s tight channel on his cock and the look of sheer love and ecstasy on Greg’s face was enough for Nick, and in two more thrusts he came into Greg.

“Yes...oh, Greg...yes!”

Each pulse of his release brought one more tiny thrust and soon Nick was panting, lying on top of his fiancé, a huge smile on his face.

“Christ, Greg. I love you so much,” he said as his breathing began to return to normal.

“Love you too,” Greg replied, eyes already heavy with sleep.

Nick reached down and picked up his A&M shirt, wiping them both clean before pulling Greg into the spooning position for a cuddle.

“So...are we gonna become Stokes or Stokes-Sanders?” Nick asked, peppering Greg’s neck with small kisses. “Greg?” he whispered when he received no reply.

Nick carefully propped himself up on his elbow and gazed down at Greg. His soft, blond tipped hair was ruffled and lay curly around his neck, every muscle in his body was relaxed. He was smiling, breathing softly and the new silver band was glinting in the candle light.

“Never mind, Sunshine. We’ve got the rest of our lives to decide that,” said a blissfully happy Nick Stokes as he followed Greg into a deep sleep.

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