Title: Bringing Sexy
By: it-glitters
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: Semi-songfic with Justin Timberlake's "SexyBack"
Summary: A fight, a strip tease, handcuffs, couch/floor sex.

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"Nicky?" Greg called into the hallway of the house that he and Nick shared together. "Come out, baby... I'm sorry I had to work late. I know it's your birthday. How could you think that I forgot that? I left you a card in your locker!" He still had no idea where Nick was.

"I don't care. I don't want to talk about it!" Nick's voice sprang into the house. He was obviously in the guestroom.

"Come out, baby! I have something for you."

"I don't want it!"

"You don't? I'm hurt - you don't even know what it is!"

"I'm not in a celebratory mood."

"Fine! Be a asshole!" Greg yelled. He was pissed. He had everything planned out for this. The living room was set - the kitchen chair, the handcuffs, the hot new music. He sat on the couch and pouted.

It took Nick five minutes to finally come out of the locked guestroom. "Greg?"

"No, Greg's not here. I'm just his look-alike. Greg's feelings got hurt and he had to leave."

"Baby, I'm sorry," Nick said as he sat down on the couch next to Greg.

"Don't care," Greg continued to pout as he turned away.

"Come on, it's my birthday."

"No."

"Please," he said as he licked Greg's earlobe. "You did something special and I was an ass. Please?"

"Will you sit in the chair?" Greg asked, finally turning to him.

"Anything," he said as he sat down on the chair.

"Hand's behind you back."

"What?" Nick asked as he raised an eyebrow.

"You said you wanted your surprise - this is part of it."

"Fine, anything you want," he said, resignedly.

"OK," Greg started joyfully as he bounced over to the stereo. "This is something a little different, but here it goes," he smirked as he pressed play and let the dance music fill the air.

"Justin Timberlake?"

Greg laughed. "I'm surprised an old man such as yourself would know the new Justin Timberlake song."

"And I'm surprised a hardcore metal lover like yourself would know," Nick grinned back from his chained position.

"I like to sample and enjoy a bit of everything," he said as he walked over to Nick and licked his neck. He started to sway his hips back and forth as the music picked up. "Can I whip you if you misbehave?" Greg asked as he started to unbutton his fly.

"You can do whatever you want, as long as you keep doing what you're doing," Nick panted as he licked his lips.

Greg abandoned his pants and grabbed the hem of his shirt as he continued to gyrate his hips. He gave Nick one last look before pulling the shirt over his head and throwing it across the room. He turned and gave Nick a view of his ass as he continued to move it in time with the music. He twisted his hips as he turned back and thumbed the top of his pants, pushing them down slowly. It was clear that he wasn't wearing anything under his pants.

Nick began to bob his head to the music as Greg inched closer and continued to inch his pants downward. He couldn't hold it in. "Faster!"

A smirk passed Greg's lips. "Baby, you're in shackles and you're the slave. You get it when I want you to," he teased as he gave Nick a gentle slap across the face. Nick managed to lick Greg's fingers as they made the journey.

Greg finally threw his pants off and straddled Nick's lap, giving his lover a lap dance that he could do nothing about - Nick was forced to sit and watch, hoping that there would be more than teasing.

Greg's erection was ghosting over his own denim encased one. Greg placed his hands on Nick's shoulders and lifted up a little, grinding his hips against Nick's and throwing his head back; mimicking the same thrusting actions that he used during sex.

"Dammit," Nick growled as he struggled against the cuffs, trying to touch Greg. Greg laughed and continued to thrust into Nick's lap. The music stopped and Greg looked down at Nick - knowing instantly that it would be rough and it would be quick.

"Lemme out," Nick growled, nipping at Greg's skin.

"That's not the plan," Greg whined.

"Fuck the plan! It's my birthday and I want to fuck you!"

Greg pulled Nick into a sensuous kiss; blinding him for a moment in order to unlock the quick release on the cuffs. His plans didn't work, however, and Nick had him thrown onto the couch in under two seconds.

"Nick!" Greg yelled as Nick threw his legs into the air and exposed his asshole.

Grabbing the lube from the hidden drawer in the coffee table, Nick quickly rubbed down Greg's hole and then coated his own cock. Greg closed his eyes and felt the familiar burn of Nick taking him.

Greg grabbed onto Nick's shoulders and wrapped his legs around his lovers' back, pulling them both to the floor. Greg positioned himself on top. "This is still my show, cowboy. And I'm going to ride," he panted as he lifted up and started to grind on top of Nick in earnest.

Nick gritted his teeth and grabbed Greg's hips. He settled for enjoying the view of Greg riding him - the way his hips moved, the way his dick bounced - as if he had never stopped dancing - as if the music had never stopped.

Nick thrust up, moving with Greg's hips. He was close, and he knew he was. He freed one hand from Greg's hip and moved it to the hot flesh of Greg's leaking penis, gripping it almost savagely. Greg moaned and fell forward, placing a hand on either side of Nick's head. Nick pulled twice more before Greg screamed his name.

Nick grunted his release and took Greg's quivering form into his arms. "That was one hell of a birthday present, G," he whispered into his lover's ear.

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