Title: Of Impediment and Consequence
By: Mickeylover303
Paring: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Words: 3773
Summary: Because therein lay the reason why Nick found himself temporarily relieved of coherent speech. And later on, why Greg found himself in such a precarious predicament.

***

Nick wasn't sure what he did or how it came to this, but he knew Greg was the one that started it. Although, he honestly did know what had prompted Greg to take such measures, he just wasn't willing to admit to it. And he wouldn't necessarily call it pride, but he did stick by his decision which landed him in this position, clad only in his underwear. Greg on his knees, hovering abovethrust him, unfairly clothed and not even touching him.

All because of that one nickname Greg sometimes liked and other times didn't like.

Nick still couldn't understand Greg's varying moods concerning the name and why he sometimes showed something almost similar to vehemence when Nick would use it. One time, he even threatened to refuse sex for an entire week, which actually did make some semblance of a point…until Nick had said it two days later and again, following the week without sex. Which brought them to today, or this morning rather, and more importantly, Nick's day off.

He woke up to Greg peering over him, lips above his cheek, ready to give Nick his first kiss of the day. But apparently he ruined that when Greg pulled away, face scrunched after hearing Nick greet him…nickname included.

It was a habit that Nick wasn't willing to drop.

But it still didn't explain how nonchalant Greg could be about the whole situation. Sure, he hadn't walked away, instead challenging Nick to just lie there and take it, let Greg tease him for once. Nick guessed he thought it was a sort of punishment, an analogy to calling Greg by the nickname.

"Since you just smile when I call you the corniest names in existence, I want you to know how I feel when I can't do anything. When someone's teasing you, mocking you and you can't do anything about it. For once, I don't want you to do anything until I'm done."

That's what Greg said ten minutes ago and of course, Nick agreed, even though he didn't really understand how something verbal and in no way sexual could end up…well, sexual. But knowing that it came from Greg, he didn't question it; especially not when Greg had that gleam in his eyes.

Nick lolled his head back onto the pillow, willing himself to remain motionless as Greg was still straddled over him, denim rubbing against his uncovered skin. His wrists held above his head, as Greg stared at him, eyes light with an impish kind of joy as he showed no sign of being even close to aroused.

Truthfully, he'd thought Greg would have given in about five minutes ago, but he seemed to be enjoying seeing him squirm more than Nick predicted. His eyes were closed, trying not to give in and prove Greg's point, fighting against the urge to flip Greg around, pin him to the bed, and show him exactly how much he appreciated the teasing.

But pride be damned because he could practically hear the smirk in Greg's voice.

"You still with me, Nicky?"

He fought against the tightness travelling from his stomach and into other regions, to some extent not believing Greg could be this calm when he was usually the one reduced to whimpers and, if he was lucky, monosyllabic words.

"Can you…can you just…?" And now Nick was the one reduced to the latter. He frowned at the thought, but didn't have much time to contemplate as he could feel the heat of Greg's body coming closer. Eyes still closed as Greg barely, just barely brushed against the tent in his underwear; and Nick barely, just barely won against the urge to arch into the near touch.

"There?"

"Oh…yeah." Nick pressed down against the bed, forcing his weight into the mattress so his body wouldn't act on its own accord. Yeah, he damned his pride, but he still wasn't going to let Greg get the best of him, prove a point that Nick didn't want proved because he refused to admit that Greg had one.

"Are you going to say it, again?"

"Oh, God yes." Because despite what happened, Nick was going to call Greg the name again…just because he wouldn't say it in his head, didn't mean he wouldn't say at all in the future. He just didn't want to say it aloud in hopes that Greg would lean further down. Nick opened his eyes to see Greg's neck stretched over his face, t-shirt falling over Nick's stomach. He gritted his teeth, restraining from moving his lips to Greg's neck…again, pride was at stake, here.

But Nick began to question the value of said pride when Greg took his neck out of reach, speaking in a voice that was clearly laced with regret.

"I don't think that's working for me."

"Oh…" Nick tried to form something that could be called intelligible as Greg removed his hands, letting go of Nick's arms, and resting them on the sheet of the bed instead of Nick's skin. But his face was moving closer. Closer and closer until he could feel Greg's breath on his lips…the same lips that were parted ever so slightly, arranged in a familiar pout. "Don't..."

"Yes…" Greg licked his teeth, thankfully legs still spread and framing the lower part of Nick's body, waiting for Nick to continue. "It's something you don't do."

"I said…" Nick clenched his fists, arms still resting above his head. He didn't know how much longer he could last. He wanted Greg to do something. Anything. His resolve began to wilt as he started to lift his arm off the bed, only to find Greg pushing it back down.

The simple contact enough to calm him for the time being.

He shut his eyes when Greg lifted himself, again. Face still above Nick's as he was back on his hands and knees, hair dangling over his eyes. Damp and darkened because Greg had just gotten out of the shower before he came to attempt to kiss Nick good-bye.

Nick had to suppress a moan as Greg slowly lowered his body. Chest poised above Nick's and nipples nearly touching…if only Greg's shirt wasn't in the way.

Nick growled through his teeth, opening his eyes to see Greg's face had gone nowhere, if possible, moving even closer until strands of hair brushed against Nick's cheek. Close enough that he could feel the heat from Greg's flushed face.

The flush didn't reach Greg's ears, yet, but if Nick could just hold out a little bit longer, then Greg would-

Apparently jump off the bed, and consequently off Nick, at the sound of the alarm going off.

Eight-thirty, the red digital numbers read…eight-thirty in the morning.

When Greg was supposed to be leaving for work.

"Oh look, there's the alarm," Greg said needlessly, trying to act like he was surprised as he reached to turn it off, his body language in no way hinting that he'd been nearly on top of Nick only a few seconds ago.

Nick knew he set the whole thing up.

And he probably did because one: Greg was already dressed; two: his bag was already packed; and three: Greg had somehow managed to glide over to the door of their bedroom. Putting his keys in his pockets as Nick was taken out of his musings by the clinking noise…though, he still tried to delay Greg before he had a chance to leave.

"You're not going to wear those, are you?" he asked, now noticing Greg's sagging pants, showing off his boxers. Nick had tried and failed to get Greg to wear a belt, but the other man had assured him he had no use for it, his shirt doing the necessary covering.

Greg had his hand on the doorframe, head peaking in and body hidden. "They're yours," he said with the most sinister, cheeky grin before leaving, almost running through the hallway and down the stairs.

Nick groaned in aggravation, dropping his head against the pillow. The sound of the front door opening and closing and Greg's departure echoing into the room as his hand travelled down his body. Finding himself painfully erect…beyond the point of having a normal morning arousal.

Greg could run, now, but he had to come back eventually.

**

Greg sighed as he opened the front door, keys jangling as they turned. Walking inside, he threw his bag casually on the floor, making a promise to himself to pick it up later as he closed and locked the door behind him. He didn't question the lack of lighting in the house, covering his mouth as a yawn escaped him, tears gathering at the corner of his eyes.

Nick was probably asleep.

He walked through the living room, somewhat disappointed as he half-expected Nick to wait for him…partly because it was Nick's day off, but mostly because he didn't think Nick would let him get away with what he pulled this morning…but still, he was tired of telling Nick that he didn't like being called Peanut.

Covering another yawn, he manoeuvred his way through the dark, bypassing the coffee table and barely missing the couch, almost tripping over it, but holding himself by grabbing the right armrest. He cursed silently, hoping the near altercation didn't wake Nick. He knew he could have turned on the light but if Nick was already asleep, he didn't want to wake him. He was nearly to the stairs, anyway.

He could at least navigate from there.

But as Greg reached for the railing, he never made it to the stairs as he was grabbed by his hair, a hand covering his head as he was pushed to living room wall, no time to hold his hands to protect himself from the impact of being forced against it. His heart beating rapidly, trying to escape from his chest as the breath was knocked out of him.

It felt as if the side of his face was nearly breaking against the wall as he bit the inside of his cheek, warm air ghosting over his ear, someone's breath washing over him, trapping him and holding him captive. A body pushed against him, someone raising Greg's arms above his head, wrists caught in a tight hold that would be sure to leave a mark as sheer weight made no room for Greg to move.

And for a moment he was scared, truly afraid of being attacked in his own home. An experience that wasn't that far off in his memory, his contained efforts doing little as he was held down. But the ring digging into his wrists, the ring making an imprint he knew well, bruising his skin, reassured him, calmed him and turned his struggles into a relieved sigh that was shortly lived.

He knew it was Nick, the now familiar hands were still grasping Greg's wrists, moving them around his neck, to which Greg complied without question, looping his arms and draping them around Nick's neck, a recognisable burning in his stomach as the blood rushed from head. Leaning back and engaging Nick in a kiss, mouth immediately parting as Nick's tongue plunged inside, caressing his teeth, moving to lick the roof of his mouth, fervently with no intention of ceasing.

Greg forgot there was such a thing as breathing, Nick still rummaging through his mouth, hands still gripping his wrists as he felt Nick began to move against him. His chest pressed heavily against the wall as Nick began to thrust into him. The thick material of their pants creating a frustrating friction as Greg began thrusting back, moving awkwardly then developing a complementing rhythm when Nick finally let up for air.

But he didn't slow down as he slid his hands down Greg's wrists, taking a hold of his forearms as he took Greg's bottom lip in his mouth, gnawing and nibbling it, like he never wanted to let it go, letting it slide in between his own lips until he trailed down, tracing along Greg's chin and eventually making it to his neck.

Greg arched his neck as Nick attacked it, his sucking motions in sync with Greg's hitching of breath, his chest inflating and deflating rapidly as he mindlessly rubbed himself against the wall, a seeping wetness in the front of his jeans as he felt Nick's bulge growing harder behind him, painfully moving up and down his backside, in between the back pockets of his jeans.

Fingers like sharp points, making his skin prickle, the temperature in the room dropping as Nick's hands went down his arms, the hair on Greg's skin standing in their wake, following in the direction of Nick's movement. His tongue still on Greg's neck as his hands reached Greg's shoulders, clutching them and moving down Greg's torso, quickly moving underneath Greg's shirt, tracing his sides and moving back up to rest on his chest.

Greg stilled, almost going frantic as Nick gave one hard thrust against him, his hands painfully squeezing Greg's hardened nipples as the rest of his body was flattened against the wall. Only able to move his arms when Nick nudged his head, mouth moving from Greg's neck and back to his lips, capturing them in another kiss, moving too fast for Greg comprehend the action as he nearly removed the moisture from Greg's mouth, almost leaving it dry.

He bucked once more, Nick giving him room as his arms moved to encircle Greg's waist, tugging on his jeans, loose and baggy, supported by no belt, something that irked Nick as he pulled at his jeans, again. Grabbing two of his belt loops, jerking Greg toward him, thumb and forefinger unsnapping the button positioned on the front his jeans, other hand fingering the waistband of Greg's boxers, slipping inside and resting on Greg's pelvis, playing with the curling hair trailing down it. Making Greg quiver at the deft touch, Nick's fingers moving skilfully, lingering just above his member until they were pulled out of Greg's boxers, thumb again wrapped around a belt loop.

Greg couldn't stop the shudder that escaped him when Nick ripped the zipper of his jeans apart, the move unexpected as felt himself almost completely exposed, bare skin touching the wall. One of Nick's hands taking hold of both his boxers and jeans in a firm grip, tearing them down, letting them fall to Greg's ankles as the other hand lifted Greg's shirt to his chest, pressing Greg further into the wall to keep the shirt from falling back down.

He didn't have time to think about the cool surface making contact with his skin, too preoccupied with hearing Nick fumble with his own jeans, hearing them pile to the floor, the clank of the buckle of Nick's belt accompanying the rustling sound, mixed in with his own quick breaths, knowing what the older man had in mind.

But it wasn't long until he was distracted again, brought back to present with the sudden intrusion of a cool substance, Nick's finger jolting inside him, digging inside him as if he was looking for something. Greg resisted the urge to move his hands, using his arms to pull Nick closer to him, a needy cry escaping him as he felt Nick insert another finger, the ripping of paper heard and acknowledged somewhere in the back of his mind as he rode Nick's fingers. Another one somehow fitting inside him as he gave into to a familiar sensation, lifting himself up and quickly pressing himself down, using Nick as an anchor as he felt the material of a condom, the only barrier from Nick's skin, slithering against his skin and diverting Greg as Nick removed all three fingers.

Greg was almost forced to stand on the tips of his shoes when Nick moved in with one quick thrust, his vision reduced to the back of his eyelids, not mindful of the sting due to the abruptness of the penetration, waiting for Nick to move as he stood idle. He clenched his muscles in anticipation, his eagerness increased as he felt Nick's callus hand grip his member. He wanted Nick to move, pound into him and fuel the burning inside him.

But Nick didn't move from behind him, instead taking his wrists in one hand, directing Greg's hands to the wall, Nick's other hand slowly moving up Greg's pulsating member.

Greg thought he heard a whinge; a weak and pitiful kind of moan that he knew was his own, finally feeling Nick beginning to pull out, gradually and seemingly with no haste. But he could tell Nick's control was slipping as he pushed against Nick, feeling the snag of his breath against his neck. Nick trying to control himself; face nuzzling into Greg's hair, making no progress as Greg's movement was countering his own.

He felt the grip around his member suddenly tighten, making two fists against the wall as Nick's strokes became more and more vigorous, a wetness trickling down Nick's fingers and onto his skin, acting like a lubrication, heightening the sensation as he thrust into Nick's grasp, his breathing now turning into erratic pants as Nick suddenly pulled out and pushed back into him.

Out and in. Out and in, Greg could no longer keep track of the motions, eyes rolling to the back of his head as Nick began to move faster. His rounded nails digging into his palms, not breaking the skin, but he knew it was hard enough that he'd find it red tomorrow.

He choked out a sob, forcing his eyes closed as Nick continued to hammer into him, a sticky wetness building inside him, beginning to trail down him as Nick slid in and out, moving even faster, hot air prickling against Greg's neck as the force of the movement compelled Greg upward.

He faintly heard Nick call his name, jumbled somewhere amid the smacking of Nick's balls against his cheeks, Nick's member moving in but not fully out, Greg's garbled sounds, increasing in pitch with each separate thrust. Each separate breath tickling his skin. Each separate time Nick stroked his member.

The onslaught producing a small keen from his throat as he felt as though he was moving in two different directions, even though each thrust inside him and each stroke was simultaneous, Nick's hand moving up as he pushed forward. Nick's hand moving down as he pulled away. The front of Nick's thighs sticking to the back of his own, almost glued to them, fastened to them as Greg found his body was being banged into the wall.

It went though him, deeper than simply inside him, influencing his breathing, controlling the excruciating heat within him, throbbing with Nick's sporadic motions. His head moving closer to the wall, voice muffled into it, gradually getting louder. Nick's softer pants faintly in the background as Greg leaned back, pushing against the firm surface of the wall, overwhelmed by his inability to even process what was going on, shaking his head from side to side as another sound began to grow inside throat.

A hand covered his mouth, somehow anticipating Greg's wail, as if the sound would penetrate through the walls and travel to their neighbours. And even though Greg doubted it, if Nick thought it was necessary, he wasn't in the position, or the right state of mind to argue. He could barely even think as he curled his toes, scrapping them against the inside of his shoes as a warm fluid was released within him, causing his body to jolt. Nick giving his member a final squeeze as the world around Greg turned white, temporarily blinding him as his head fell, forehead resting against the wall. Feeling Nick's fingers in his mouth, no longer covering it as Greg began to tremble; his entire body shivering in small bursts as his knuckles pressed into wall, almost afraid he dented it.

He felt his heart pound, blood pumping through his body as he continued to shudder, riding out the remnants of his orgasm, gyrating against Nick. The slick sound of Nick's member moving in and out the only noise in the room. The other man seemed to already have steadied his breathing and Greg could only concentrate on trying to keep the fading sensation.

He thought he heard Nick say something, but he couldn't be too sure as he felt himself going limp, nearly collapsing, Nick's arms his only form of support as he felt his shirt falling back down, covering and sticking to his torso. He was still reeling, trying to collect himself and barely able to manage, trying to wrap his mind around Nick's actions, his teasing of Nick this morning…

"Greg…"

He heard the concern in Nick's voice and he knew his inability to speak was probably worrying the other man. He felt Nick's eyes gazing at him, but Greg wasn't sure what he was supposed to say. Still, it didn't really matter since he didn't think he could get much out, anyway. He didn't even mind the nickname Nick wasn't supposed to use that he was sure he heard. As far as he was concerned, Nick could call him whatever he wanted…anytime he wanted.

Cool air brushed against his skin as he felt the semen on the inside of his thighs, dripping between his legs, down the back of his calves and not yet to the floor. Nick's flaccid member, miraculously still in him, circling within him as Nick continued to move, making gentle vibrations, small thrusts nudging Greg, still sustained by Nick's arms.

Greg moaned in disappointment when Nick began to pull out. He wished he could vocally protest but he had yet to get anything coherent to come out of his mouth, still dazed and even somewhat confused after the assault.

"Did I...?" he heard Nick began to ask, not really concerned about the implication in the question, figuring he'd assure the other man, later. Greg was trying to concentrate on hands that were once forcing his zipper apart, now gently wrapped around him. His own member had gone limp and he hoped Nick wasn't expecting more because he didn't have it in him. And as much as he wanted to lie in their bed, he wanted more to lie in Nick's arms. He tried to control his breathing, lessen his panting, maybe then he could answer Nick, or at least feign some kind of coherence. But as he felt the cooling, sticky substance dripping down the front of his legs, still pressed against the wall, he could only bring one thought to light.

"Good thing the walls are easy to clean."