Title: Beyond the Cameras
By: flipflopadd1ct
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Gay porn's two hottest stars have a relationship that extends far beyond the cameras. AU.

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"Greg!" Nick moaned as Greg pushed further inside him.

"That's my name, baby," Greg panted. "Don't wear it out."

"Greg!"

Greg began stroking Nick's cock with a firmer grip as his hips moved faster, thrusting into Nick.

"On second thought, do," he gasped.

"Cut!"

The director, a short, fat, and balding man, rose from his chair and stalked towards the locker room set as Greg sighed and pulled out of Nick, sitting down on the bench. The director angrily slapped the script of Jock Lust 2.

"Stick to the damn script! This is what? The third time you've used real names during this scene? God dammit, you two make it sound like you're in a fucking relationship or something!" He turned to the rest of the crew. "Shoot's over for the day; I want you all back here at 9 A.M. sharp! And you two better use the right fuckin' names this time!"

An attendant tossed two white towels to Nick and Greg, and they stood and wrapped the cotton around themselves.

"Wanna come by my dressing room?" Greg asked. "We can go over some, uh, scenes."

Nick grinned and clapped Greg on the back. "Sure, G. I'll be there soon."

The two men shared a knowing wink as they set off in opposite directions.

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Greg Sanders, known around the porn circuit as "Gigantic G" for his impressive cock size, paced around his dressing room in a silk robe and navy boxer briefs. He was waiting for Nick to arrive. Nick Stokes, who sometimes used the pseudonym "Nine-Inch Nick," was much more than the man Greg fucked on screen - their relationship extended far beyond the lights and camera.

After the huge success of their first movie together (Slutty Surf Studs 7), viewer demand for the couple grew so much that Nick and Greg were sure to star in more films. Naturally, the two only became closer.

There was a familiar knock at the door. "Took you long enough!" Greg teased as he pulled the door open.

Nick, who had changed into a comfortable t-shirt and basketball shorts, just smirked and shrugged. He kissed Greg on the lips and stepped inside.

They didn't waste any time. As soon as the door was shut, Nick had pulled off his white tee and tossed it aside. Greg pressed him against the door, making out with him furiously. Wandering hands rubbed the growing bulges at their groins as their tongues battled for supremacy. Greg clawed at Nick's black shorts, pushing them down, and when both were down to boxer-briefs they stumbled onto Greg's leather arm chair.

Nick straddled Greg's hips and once more claimed Greg's mouth with his. He rhythmically thrust his hips in time with his stroking of Greg's erection through the blue fabric. Greg gave into the sensations caused by Nick's tongue and fingers. Nick's oral assault left wet trails down Greg's neck and across the planes of his chest and down to his abs. As Nick came closer to where Greg needed him most, Greg whined in the back of his throat, begging for release. He pushed his hips up, forcing his cock closer to Nick's mouth.

Warm air suddenly rushed over Greg's exposed cock. He didn't even realize that Nick had pulled his boxers down but together they pulled them off. The leather of the chair was cool against his bare ass but that sensation was replaced by Nick's warm mouth taking Greg down his throat. Nick's tongue was velvet on Greg's cock, smooth and refreshing and everything Greg could ever want in a blowjob.

Nick used every trick he had ever learned in the porno business to pleasure Greg. His swollen lips traveled down the length of Greg's cock, mapping out every familiar inch, every familiar vein. He even had each of Greg's sounds memorized, like the low, distinct groan Greg would make when Nick traced the contours of Greg's head with his tongue. He did just that and Greg shivered, gasping "Fuck, Nick," the first words since they had started. Nick smiled around Greg's cock and did it again. Greg was torn between coming right then and holding it back, but then Nick started humming and Greg couldn't hold back anymore and he came, spilling the salty-sweet liquid down Nick's throat that Nick had grown to love.

Nick took his time in cleaning Greg up, licking all over Greg's cock until Greg started to get hard again. Nick pulled Greg to his feet and kissed him, a slow, deep kiss.

Greg pushed himself against Nick's body, feeling Nick's erection straining in his boxer-briefs. "Where do you want me?" he whispered.

Nick scanned the room. His eyes landed on Greg's dresser; he saw their erotic reflection in the mirror. He grinned.

"I wanna fuck you while you brace yourself against the dresser."

"God, Nick, no wonder you're a porn star," Greg grinned. He helped Nick remove his gray boxer-briefs so that his cock, which had been aching to be loved, was now finally free. Greg wrapped a fist around the base of Nick's cock and pulled him over in front of the mirror.

"Let's call this practice," he smirked as he pulled a condom and lube out of the drawer. Then he knocked the clutter off the desk and waited. Nick kissed the back of Greg's neck and shoulders as he rolled the condom on. Greg moaned at the first press of Nick's finger at his entrance. The slick digit entered him easily. "More," Greg said, and Nick was quick to comply with a second. He started moving his fingers in and out and scissoring them to prepare Greg for his cock. Meanwhile, Greg's cock had grown fully hard again. Nick grinned, seeing this in the mirror, and slipped a third inside.

"Fuck me now!" Greg screamed.

"Patience, Greg," Nick whispered softly into Greg's ear. He bit the earlobe lightly.

Greg grunted in protest when Nick removed his fingers, fruitlessly thrusting his hips to try and find some kind of relief, but then he saw Nick position himself in the mirror.

"Come on, Nick. I wanna feel all of you inside me." Greg was in no mood to wait.

Nick wrapped an arm around Greg's chest to hold him still as he angled his hips and started pushing inside. Greg shouted in pleasure; he'd been waiting for this all day. Nick slid in with ease like he fucking belonged there. They had done this so many times before, on camera and off, but each fuck felt as good as the first.

Nick struck Greg's prostrate and they both knew he was fully inside. "Want me to move, baby?" Nick spoke.

"God, yes...fuck me like it's one of our movies," Greg gasped. Nick nodded and slowly pulled out, until just the head of his cock was inside, then slammed his hips forward. Greg lurched against the desk and shouted. "Harder, Nick!"

"Whatever you want, G." Nick began to piston in and out. They rocked together, Greg stroking his cock in time with Nick's thrusts and the dresser thumping against the wall. Greg moaned like he had been taught for his movies. He acted as if there was a camera in front of them, instead of the mirror, catching their erotic act for anyone to see. Nick moved his arms from Greg's chest to hold onto his hips as he pumped faster. Soon Nick's lube-slick hand joined Greg's as he worked his cock. Greg made those breathy gasps that meant he was close to coming, his head, eyes closed, thrown back against Nick's shoulder.

"Open your eyes, Greg," Nick panted.

Greg looked into Nick's eyes reflected in the mirror. It was an unbelievably erotic sight. Greg could see every flex and movement of their muscles, every bounce of his cock, every drop of sweat on Nick's brow.

"So fucking good," Greg moaned. "So fucking hot."

"I know, baby. I know," Nick answered as he pulled out and slammed inside once more. Greg yelled Nick's name as he came for the second time that night, shooting into their hands and onto the dresser and mirror. Nick shouted "Greg!" to the ceiling as Greg's body responded to his climax, forcing Nick's own orgasm out of him.

"Fuck..." Greg whispered as he felt Nick fill the condom. He slumped forward, breathing heavily, his head on his arms. Even as Nick's erection waned, having Nick inside of him felt too good so Greg protested when Nick slid out, tied off the condom, and tossed it in the wastebasket. Nick leaned forward and embraced Greg from behind, dropping kisses on his back.

"Mmm," Greg smiled. "I think I love you."

Nick chuckled. "How many times have I heard that?"

"One more won't hurt." Greg turned around and slid his arms around Nick's waist, groping his ass. "When do I get to have my fun, huh?"

"Later, baby. What do you say to a shower and dinner?"

"I'm game."

Nick pulled Greg in for another kiss and ran his hands through Greg's dirty blonde hair. "Dessert'll be on me," he winked.

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