Title: Assume the Position
Author: RealmofRed
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Cleaning out the closet has never been this much fun...

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"Last box Nick", Greg said as he pulled down a non-descript cardboard box from the top of the closet. Nick and Greg were cleaning out the closet in the guest bedroom. Most of the stuff was Greg's; he was a packrat and rarely threw stuff away. Nick tended to hang on to stuff, but only if it meant something to him.

Nick stared at the box, his name written on the side. "Hmmm, I wonder what's in this one."

Greg smirked. "Another woobie?"

Nick playfully cuffed Greg's head. "Hey, I loved that blanket when I was a kid----and I'll bet you had something that you dragged around too. We just haven't found it yet in all this mess."

"Well," Greg answered, "you won't find it here—it's at my mom's house, so there."

"What was it----a widdle biddy bear?" Nick laughed.

Now it was Greg's turn to swat at Nick. "No, it wasn't." He looked sheepishly at Nick. "It was a pig."

"Ah ha!" Nick exclaimed. "I knew it! That's so cute Greggo!"

"Yeah, well, whatever. You gonna open that box or not?" Greg was being nosy, peering over Nick's shoulder as he cut the packing tape and pulled the lid off.

Nick smiled. "Oh wow, its my old police uniform from Dallas. Damn, I forgot I even had this."

Greg peered into the box and squealed. "Oooh, Nicky, look----handcuffs!" Greg held them above his head and did a happy dance around the room.

Nick made a half-hearted attempt to grab the cuffs from Greg. "Hey, leggo my cuffs, Greggo----I need to make sure I have the keys before you go messing around with them." Nick pulled his uniform out of the box. Underneath was his holster, two sets of handcuff keys, and a nightstick. He picked up a set of the keys and tossed them at Greg. "Here, knock yourself out."

Greg caught the keys. "Oooh, baby, I have the keys now. You better watch out, Nicky—I'll have you cuffed to the bed and screaming my name in no time."

Nick put his hands on his hips and turned toward Greg. "Promises, promises....."

Greg interrupted. "Hey, what's this?" He held up Nick's nightstick. "Oooh, Nick, what a big nightstick you have.....". Greg licked his lips suggestively as he raised his eyebrows at Nick.

"All the better to violate me with, I suppose", Nick deadpanned, a grin threatening to burst out at the corners of his mouth.

Greg moved behind Nick, wrapping his arms around his waist. "Now that you mention it...." In a move that surprised Nick, Greg pulled his arms behind him and slapped the handcuffs on his wrists.

"Whoa, Greg, what the fuck----?"

Greg put a finger to his lips. "Shhh, don't worry your pretty head over it. Lay down on the bed."
Nick looked at Greg. "What in the hell are you planning to do?"

Greg sighed. "Humor me, okay? I wanna have some fun." He prodded Nick in the direction of the bed. Nick sat down and Greg climbed on top of him and straddled his lap. He leaned in and kissed Nick, running his fingers along the side of his jaw.

"Mmmf, no fair, I can't touch", Nick said in between kisses.

Greg pulled back and smiled. "That's the whole point." Greg got up from the bed, moved back a few feet and stood facing Nick. With a seductive smile, he slowly pulled his short over his head and tossed it aside. He stared at Nick as his fingers brushed over his nipple, eyes closing at the sensation. He then grabbed the nightstick at the end of the bed and ran his hand up and down the hard surface. Nick's face was flushed and his pupils were dilated. His eyes never leaving Nick's, Greg shucked off his jeans and boxers. He ran the tip of the nightstick over his torso, teasing a nipple, then he ran it up the length of his cock. He groaned as a shudder moved through his body. Nick was looking decidedly uncomfortable in his sitting position, so Greg walked over and gently pushed him back on the bed. He pulled Nick's jeans and briefs off, unbuttoned his shirt, and poked at his erection with the nightstick. Nick groaned and thrust his hips upward. Greg leaned over and licked a drop of pre-come from the head of Nick's cock.

"Oh jesus, Greg, baby, suck me, please...." Nick breathed.
Greg took a long slow lick up Nick's shaft, making his cock twitch. "I've got other plans for you." He pulled Nick to his feet. "Assume the position."

Nick hesitated. "W-w-what?"

Greg bent him face down over the side of the bed, still handcuffed. He put a pillow under Nick's stomach to make him more comfortable. He grabbed a bottle of lube from the bedside table and squeezed some into his hand. He slid a finger down Nick's cleft, drawing a moan from his lover's throat. He slipped a finger into Nick, feeling the tight heat. He slipped another finger inside and moved them around. Nick tried to move, but the handcuffs and his position on the bed made it difficult. All he could do was lay there and submit himself to Greg's fingers. He managed to buck his hips into the bed in time with Greg's movement, breathing heavily, his cock rock-hard. Suddenly Greg pulled his fingers out, leaving Nick empty. He turned his head to see Greg grab his nightstick and slick some lube over the surface. Nick's eyes widened. "Are you doing what I think you're doing?"

Greg smiled. "Oh yes."

Nick held his breath as Greg teased the opening of his ass with the nightstick. Slowly he breached Nick, moving gently inside.

"Oh my god, Greg, ummmm, that feels so good, yeah......" Nick moaned.

Greg pushed the nightstick in a little further. "I'll bet you never thought of this the whole time you were carrying this around, did you? Oh god, Nicky, if you could see what I see....." Greg breathed as he stroked his cock. "It gets me so hard when I can fuck you like this, bent over, handcuffed, and I know your cock is as fucking hard as mine, isn't it?"

Nick's breath hitched. "Uhhnn, yes, oh my god, Greg, so fucking hard, this feels so good, ahhh...." Greg fucked Nick a little faster, giving him more length with the nightstick than he was used to. Nick's eyes were squeezed shut and his breathing was ragged, his groans interspersed with a litany of sounds and hotly dirty words. Greg reached down and wrapped his hand around Nick's cock, stroking in time with the thrusting in his ass.

"Ohh jesus, yes baby, fuck me, stroke me, make me come Greg, keep fucking me, make it burn, oh yeah, squeeze it harder, oh yeah, yeah, AHHHHH!........" Nick's body jerked and he came hard, Greg still holding his cock and fucking his ass. As Nick's spasms subsided, Greg grabbed his own cock again, his hand sticky with Nick's come. He was so close.

" God, Nicky, oh yes, I'm gonna come all over your ass, right now, all over you and all over this nightstick that I just fucked you with, oh yeah, baby, here it comes......" With one last stroke Greg came. Nick could feel the warm stickiness spread over his ass, and he moaned again. "God, Greg, whoa, that was incredible."

Greg took a deep breath and pulled the nightstick out of Nick's ass. "Glad you liked it. I certainly had fun." He grinned wickedly as he uncuffed Nick. Nick rolled over and rubbed his wrists as he glanced at the boxes all over the floor. He turned to look at Greg.

"You know, I think I may have my cowboy hat in here somewhere."

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