Title: Against The Wall
By: it-glitters
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: Beta'd by sanityunhinged
Summary: Two parts - random porn starting in an alley and then into the shower.

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Officer Adams wasn't exactly sure why he had been put on the specific beat that night - it was almost like punishment for something that he didn't even know he did. But, in the end, he was there and it was going to be an easy watch. He stepped off the street for a moment to have a smoke. The top brass didn't like it when their officers smoked on patrol, but it was just one of those boring nights when it wouldn't make a difference whether he stepped away for a minute or not.

Right after he lit his cigarette, that was when he saw them - the two men coming out of the back of the club. They looked vaguely familiar, though he didn't know from where. He knew that this particular club was known for being gay friendly, but he didn't expect what he saw next.

....

Nick pulled Greg straight from the club and out the back exit. It was supposed to be just a night out - something that they never did. Greg had been dying to go dancing for weeks, and each time Nick came up with some sort of excuse for why they shouldn't go. Greg sat around the house pouting for three days and withholding sex until Nick finally relented. Now, it was Nick pulling him into the alley behind the bar.

"It's a fucking alley, Nick." Greg was stating the obvious, but he was secretly excited that Nick could be about to do something out of the ordinary.

"I know," Nick said before launching an attack on Greg's neck.

"Yeah, and if we get caught?"

"We won't get caught - and it will only take a couple of minutes." Nick's hand dropped to Greg's crotch and he cupped it lightly.

"A couple of minutes to fuck Nick - come on, it'll take us a couple of minutes to get home - and then we can fuck all night."

"Now, I'm horny... right... now," Nick panted as he pushed Greg up against the wall.

"What will it look like if we get caught - we could get arrested - and then we loose our jobs - all for a quick fuck behind the bar."

"I don't care," Nick whispered as he continued to kiss Greg's neck. "Let everyone see, I just want you to fuck me. I watched you all night - dancing - and you were just so fucking hot."

Greg could feel the blush rising in his cheeks. "I was not."

"You were fucking gorgeous, no one could deny that." The hand that was once just cupping Greg's crotch was now rubbing with vigor. "The way you fucking moved out there..." Nick's fingers slipped to Greg's zipper and then he slipped a finger inside. His fingers instantly found their goal and began to tease Greg's erection. "Everyone was watching you - everyone was looking at you. Everyone wanted you - and you only want me. Tell me you only want me."

"Oh!" Greg's hips jerked forward. "I want you - I only want you."

"Admit it - you were being a cock tease out there - you wanted me to come out here and beg for you to fuck me. Admit it."

"Yeah." His hands reached for Nick's pants and agilely undid the zipper. In an instant, Nick's pants were being pushed to his knees. "I want to hear you - I want you to tell me how much you want my cock up your ass."

Nick stared directly at Greg's cock, which was peeking though the slit of his jeans. "I wanna be fucked," he whispered, still eyeing Greg's hard-on hungrily.

"Louder."

"I want you to fuck me. Right here - right now."

Greg grabbed him by the wrists and threw him against the wall. "Push your ass out - lemme see it."

Greg finished undoing his pants and fully releasing his cock as Nick was waiting for him - hand against the wall, ass pushed out - just for Greg. He took the individual sized lube packet from his pocket and then pushed his own pants down.

"Spread your ass for me," Greg growled as he poured the contents of the packet onto his cock. Nick grabbed and parted his butt cheeks and exposed his hole to Greg. Greg quickly lined himself up and pushed in.

"Oh, God... Greg! Fuck!" Nick pulled his hands from his ass and leaned one hand against the wall and then fisted his cock with the other. It was all so intense - being taken by the man he loved - out in public - anyone could see them.

"Quiet down!" Greg hissed as he leaned on Nick's back and kissed his neck. "Getting arrested is not something that makes me hard."

"I make you hard."

"Fuck yes, you do. You make me so hard." Greg pumped his hips, forcing his dick in and out of Nick. He loved the sound of the slapping of their bodies echoing down the abandoned alley. Greg snuck his hand onto Nick's stomach and then made his way under his shirts to his nipples. There was nothing more that Nick loved during sex then to have his nipples tweaked.

Greg twisted the sensitive nub as he bit down on Nick's neck. Nick closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as he continued to jerk himself off. Nick grunted as Greg switched the motion of his hips and started to pound into Nick's prostate.

Nick bit hard onto his tongue when he came, heeding Greg's warning about being too loud. Instead it was a pained and strangled cry as he pumped his cum onto the wall in front of him. It took Greg a moment more before he pumped his own load into Nick's tight channel.

Nick turned his head awkwardly to give Greg a sloppy kiss as Greg carefully pulled out. Nick slumped against the wall, not caring about how dirty it was. Greg searched in his pockets for anything to clean his dick off with. Coming up empty, he settled for carefully placing it back into his boxers and then fastening up his jeans. He realized that Nick was going to have a much harder time at cleaning up.

"I don't have anything to clean you up with, baby," Greg whispered to Nick as he took him into his arms.

"It's ok... we'll go home and shower... in just a minute."

"Wore you out, did I?"

"Maybe," Nick whispered with a slight smile.

"Let's get you home," Greg said as he did up Nick's pants. Nick had no choice but to wipe his hand on his jeans. Greg laughed, "I hope this doesn't become a crime scene."

"Now all I can think about is work, thanks."

"Sorry, baby."

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Officer Adams couldn't believe that they had just done that, when the Greg guy had been so nervous. His cigarette was long gone, and he couldn't pinpoint the exact moment that he had pulled out his cock, but there he was, behind a dumpster, spying on two guys fucking. His cum was on the wall.

He looked around and put himself back into his pants. He saw his chance to run when the two men were taking care of their own needs. He got back onto the street and lit another cigarette, not caring what anyone would say - he needed one.

"Hey, Adams!"

He knew the voice was coming from the alley, but he was scared to turn around... thinking that maybe someone knew what he was doing, knew what he had been watching. He turned around to look - and came face to face with the men from the alley.

"Hey - sorry, I don't remember your first name..." Adams gave him a strange look. "Nick Stokes," Nick said, pointed at himself. "This is Greg Sanders... we're CSIs."

That's where he knew them from. He worked with them. "Umm... yeah... right - Dan Adams... just running the beat, you know..." he said nervously, wanting to be away from them. Greg seemed just as nervous as Adams was.

"Well, we gotta run," Nick said casually, touching Greg's arm, motioning it was time to leave.

The last thing Adams heard was Greg saying, "You don't think he saw us, do you?"
 
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Greg finally managed to drag Nick home, away from the alley and away from the club. He finally managed to get them to a place that was theirs and theirs alone. A place where he could finally make love to his boyfriend the way he deserved to be loved.

"Nicky... Take a shower with me?" Greg asked as he placed his jacket on the bag of the couch along with Nick's.

"I'm thinking about going straight to bed and sleeping for the next 12 hours or so."

"No... You can't just do this to me - I'm awake now - pumped up on adrenaline and endorphins," he said as he reached out for Nick's chest. "Come on - just a quick shower?" he pleaded.

"Greg, it's been a long couple of days for us... can't we just crawl into bed and cuddle?"

"Cuddle?"

"Shut up - you know there are times that I just like to hold you."

"I don't know how to take that... First you tell me to shut up, and then you tell me that you love to hold me. What is a boy to do?" Greg pretended to pout and then turned his back to Nick.

"How about we take a quick shower and then we crawl into bed, all damp and satisfied, and you let me hold you while you fall asleep?" Nick asked as he stood behind Greg and circled his arms around Greg's waist.

"Okay," Greg muttered as he tilted his head back to let Nick kiss him softly.

Nick ran his hand at the base of Greg's shirt, tenderly caressing the tender skin that he felt there. He knew that it would make Greg shudder, deeply - straight down to his bones. He could feel the reaction immediately.

"You don't want to just sleep, do you Nicky?" Greg asked as he took Nick's hand and guided it to the waistband of his pants.

"Maybe..."

"Stop being such a fucking tease."

"I'm not..." Nick said as he slipped his fingers below the waistline and petted the coarse hair that he found there.

"Yes... you are," Greg said as he reacted by cupping Nick's bulge, causing Nick to jump back in surprise. Greg turned around and looked directly at him. "You've been like this all night - acting like we haven't had sex for weeks - begging me to do things to you, where you know we could be caught at any second. You make it rushed and fast, and then you bring me home and tell me you just want to cuddle?"

Nick took a step back from Greg's predatory gaze. "Maybe..."

"Stop dicking me around with your maybes, I can't take them anymore. I want you, right now - in the shower, wet and wanting me. Is this too much for me to ask?"

Nick felt his mouth grow dry. The look in Greg's eyes told him that he may not actually have a choice in the matter. "No... it's not?" he said hesitantly.

"So, it's not too much for me to ask that I be able to strip you naked, wet you down head to toe, and then fuck you raw?"

Nick licked his lips and continued to back away from Greg until his back hit the wall. "No," he said weakly.

Greg pounced on him, immediately taken hold of Nick's hips and latching on to his neck with enough force to leave a mark. He did it simply because he knew how much Nick hated it when he did. It was different this time, however; instead of trying to push Greg's lips away, he cradled Greg's head in his arms while he sucked the mark.

Nick wanted to be the one dragging Greg into the shower, but that would have ruined the game that Greg was playing at, so Nick simply waited for Greg to start making all the moves. Tonight would be Greg's show, and Nick was fine with that. He spent so much time being the "˜dominant' one in the relationship that it was nice to finally be on the receiving end - especially since it was so hard for him to ask for it, like he had at the club.

Greg licked a few more times at the mark that he had left on Nick's neck before pulling Nick by the arm into their bathroom. He pushed Nick against the wall and turned on the spray for the shower. Moving slowly, Greg began to lift up his shirt, brushing his nipples as he did so. Nick grabbed at his dick as Greg threw the shirt into the corner and began to undo his fly, ever so slowly, carefully pushing his pants and boxers down to his ankles before kicking them to the side.

And Nick loved to look; loved to see the crystals left by the dried semen of their previous encounter, loved to watch Greg bend over to test the temperature of the water, showing off the firm globes of his ass. He loved everything about Greg being naked.

"Are you just going to stand there and watch, or are you gonna take your clothes off and get fucked?" Greg asked, hands on his hips, cock beginning to lengthen.

Nick quickly stood straight from his leaning position and ripped off his shirt and flung it off. His pants came off even quicker, but he came to a momentary panic when they got stuck on his foot. When he nearly fell over, Greg laughed at him.

"Calm down, it's not like I've got anywhere to be," Greg said as he squatted down to help untangle Nick. As he got up, he kissed Nick's thigh, sending quivers through Nick's body. He moved his mouth up, taking Nick's left ball into his mouth and sucking lightly. Nick moaned and placed one hand on the towel rack and the other gently on Greg's head as Greg moved over to the right ball and administered the same treatment to it.

The steam from the shower was beginning to fill the room. Nick helped Greg up - he wanted a blowjob, but he also didn't want Greg to have to deal with the remnants of their previous encounter when he sucked.

Kissing Greg gently, Nick started to make his way into the shower. He knew that Greg was watching him as he let the water cascade gently down his body. Greg was leaning against the sink, admiring the view of his lover, not caring about the water that was getting on the floor because the curtain was open.

Nick looked at him through half closed eyes, shielding themselves from the onslaught of water from above as he began to stoke his cock. He twisted at the head twice and saw that Greg was doing the same. Nick had to stop - he knew that if he and Greg both started masturbating that it would be too much. Instead, he reached into the shower caddy and pulled out their water proof lube. He knew he was still stretched from their recent encounter in the alley, but he always loved it when Greg just seemed to glide in and out of him without hesitation.

Once Nick had finished stretching himself and washed his hands under the warm water, Greg finally joined him. Nick bent over, expecting Greg to take him from behind, but instead, Greg turned him around and lifted a leg up before thrusting in.

Nick wrapped his arms around Greg and lifted his leg as high as it would go around his lover's waist as Greg moved slowly in and out of him. His cock was trapped between their stomachs, the water giving it just the right amount of friction to be nearly unbearable.

Nick yelped as Greg bit on his shoulder and thrust up - deep and hard, pressuring his prostate just enough that Nick couldn't help but cum. He shuddered and fell into Greg's arms, only bothering to wonder in the back of his mind if Greg could hold the weight or not.

Greg loved it when Nick came first, calling out, becoming putty in his arms. It gave him a sense of accomplishment and love - making Nick feel that way. He held Nick securely as he moved his hips up once more before feeling the heat shoot through him and then straight into Nick.

They collapsed into the tub, letting the warm water rinse everything away. Greg took the soap and carefully rubbed it over Nick, before cleaning himself and turning off the tap. Normally, Greg would have insisted that it was Nick who would be taking care of all of these things, but tonight, Greg was enjoying being the caregiver. He took the towel off the rack and slung it around his hips before pulling Nick up from the tub and drying him carefully with the second towel. It was clear already that Nick would be feeling the after effects of their escapades for at least a day.

Gingerly, Greg brought Nick into their bedroom and removed both of their towels - exchanging them for soft sheets and pillows in the comfort of their bed. Greg curled up in Nick's arms and threw a leg over his hip, pulling them in close. Their faces were close enough to share each others breaths. And that was how they fell asleep.

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