Title: As Lovers Do
By: flipflopadd1ct
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Just because they have great sex doesn't mean they get along perfectly well.

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In Nick's mind, there was nothing better than waking up in a warm bed with a warm Greg pressed to his side.

The blackout curtains had fallen down somehow, letting "morning" sunlight - "morning" for the graveyard shift was the afternoon for the rest of the world - stream in through the windows. That's what had awoken Nick.

Looking at the bedside clock, Nick saw that he and Greg had a good two hours until they had to start even thinking about getting ready for work. And Nick knew a good way to make use of that the extra time. He carefully slipped out of bed to hang the curtains again, casting the room into total darkness.

Greg was snoring softly. He was lying on his stomach and wearing nothing but a pair of Nick's black boxer briefs that softly hugged the curves of his ass. Nick always loved seeing Greg in his own underwear - boxer briefs, especially, because they did great justice to Greg's package.

Nick slid an appreciate hand down to cup Greg's ass, squeezing one cheek lightly.

The unexpected touch woke Greg and he sighed happily, his eyes fluttering between open and closed.

"Up for a bit of morning sex?" Nick whispered, nibbling on Greg's neck.

"Mmm. When am I not up for sex?" Greg mumbled into the pillow.

"That's what I like to hear," Nick grinned.

Nick crawled on top of Greg, stretching out on his boyfriend's back. He used his lips and teeth on Greg's exposed skin while his thin boxers did nothing to prevent his hardening cock from sliding between the mounds of Greg's ass. Nick slowly thrust his hips forward and backwards, each smooth movement eliciting another moan from Greg.

"That feels so good," Greg groaned. He had to reach for his own cock, which was stuck uncomfortably between his stomach and the sheets, to relieve some of the building pressure.

"Gonna fuck you, Greg," Nick growled.

"God, please..."

Nick stripped off his boxers quickly, reached for Greg's, too. When Greg was naked as well Nick wrapped a hand around Greg's waist, hauling him onto all fours. Greg let Nick move him, let Nick position him anyway he wanted.

The condoms and lube were lying on the nightstand from where they had dropped them last night. Nick busied one hand by lightly stroking Greg's erection while he rolled a fresh condom onto his cock with the other.

Greg was growing impatient at Nick's leisurely pace. "Come on," he hissed.

"Shhh," Nick said in response. "Just enjoy it."

And Greg did, gasping out loud when he felt one lube-slick finger travel the length of his crack, the liquid cool at first but quickly warming. Nick's finger slide inside of him; Greg pushed back onto Nick's hand.

Nick added a second finger but Greg was still loose from the previous night.

"Don't need the fingers," Greg panted. "Just fuck me already."

Greg felt Nick's cock at his entrance as Nick slowly pushed forward. But once the head of his cock was entirely inside, Nick gripped Greg's hip hard enough to bruise and slammed the rest of the way in one thrust.

Greg yelped, the sensation alarming at first, but his original discomfort was quickly replaced by intense pleasure.

"Like that, Greggo?" Nick grunted.

"More, Nick..."

Nick's free hand held fast to Greg's hip as he pulled out and pushed forcefully back in. Greg, never one to be quiet during sex, was close to screaming, his praises pouring out in a fast stream of unintelligible ecstasy.

Nick, on the other hand, was mostly silent, not saying a word as he watched Greg writhe and buck in front of him. He loved to watch Greg's movements and responses during sex, because Greg used his whole body to show how good he felt. Nick could only pick out a few words of Greg's moans; he could hear Greg spit his name as if it were the most vile curse word on Earth.

Nick began to alter the intensity of his fucking, making sure he hit Greg's prostate every time. He could see the change in Greg - Greg had abandoned his own cock to splay both hand out on the sheets to hold himself up as Nick slammed into him repeatedly, thrust after thrust. Nick's free hand wrapped itself around Greg's leaking cock, sliding up and down the heated skin.

He felt Greg flex the muscles in his ass and clench down on his cock. Greg was doing that more frequently; he was desperate to make Nick come. And it was working: Nick wasn't sure how much more he could take.

"God! Nick!" Greg shouted. His left hand joined Nick's on his own cock, and he thrust into both fists each time Nick thrust into him.

"Want me to finish, Greg?" Nick asked. "Want me to come inside your ass?"

"Fuck...yes!"

As he gasped those words, Greg squeezed one final time and with one last bump of Greg's prostate, Nick finished. Greg came at the same time, sudden warmth running over Nick's fingers and dripping onto the sheets.

Nick pulled out, took the condom off, tied it and tossed it in the trash. Greg collapsed face-first onto the bed, uttering an exhausted "God!"

Nick crept onto the bed, lying next to Greg. They kissed.

"You know," Nick said against Greg's lips. "We need to change these sheets."

"Okay, but it's your turn to do the wash."

Nick paused, pulled back, confused. "What? No! I did it last week."

"I did!"

"Nope. I remember doing it. It was right after we tried out that edible lube you got me for Easter. It stained the sheets red, remember?"

"You're making that up," Greg said, rolling onto his back.

Nick stepped backwards off the bed, standing up on the floor. "You want to bet?"

"How are we going to bet on something like that?"

"We can't."

"Okay then."

"Instead, you could just get over it and do the fucking laundry."

"Woah, Nicky. Chill out." Greg held his hands out in front of him in an "I surrender" pose. "I'll do it, okay?"

"That's a good Greg." Nick smiled sweetly then disappeared into the bathroom.

"I'm hurt now!" Greg called from the other room.

"Don't be! I was kidding with the whole fake-anger thing," Nick replied.

"You were pretty convincing, you know." Greg was leaning against the door frame, arms crossed, one eyebrow arched.

"Can I make it up to you with a shower?"

"Make that a shower and a blowjob and you've got a deal."

Later that night, after Nick and Greg were lying spent in bed after another bout of steamy sex, Nick admitted playfully that he had lied; it should have been him changing the sheets, not Greg.

In response, Greg "playfully" pushed him onto the floor.

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