Title: Denim
By: flipflopadd1ct
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Another extended PWP based on another one of my personal kinks. Nick, Greg, and destroyed jeans.

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Denim 1: Destroyed

"You're late, Greg," Nick smirked as Greg pulled the restaurant chair out and sat down.

"Sorry, sorry! There was traffic and then I had to run out and do some errands-"

Nick held a hand out to silence his boyfriend. "It's fine," he chuckled. Immediately, the waitress appeared, smiling at the two attractive men. Greg ordered a Coke (Nick already had a beer sitting in front of him, and he had ordered steaks for both earlier), and she left to retrieve Greg's drink.

"Did you do some shopping, Greg?" Nick asked, nodding towards Greg's jeans.

"What? Oh, yeah! I've been meaning to buy these for a while!" Greg stuck a leg out, showing off the tears and tatters and paint splatters that decorated his denim.

"They've got holes in them. What is this, the '80's?"

"Retro is in, Nick."

"Please tell me you didn't buy them that way..."

"That's kind of the point of destroyed jeans."

"Yeah? If I wanted holes in my jeans I'd rip 'em myself. How much were they?"

Greg blushed, looked down at the Coke that the waitress had just brought.

"Well?" Nick leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. He knew Greg couldn't control himself when he was shopping.

"Ninety..."

"Ninety?!"

"They were on sale!"

Nick almost spit out his beer. "You can't be serious!"

"Oh, come on, Nick! They were worth it!" Greg stood, lifting up his shirt so Nick could see the waistband. "They fit perfectly!" He turned around. "Check out my ass. It makes it look great." He turned back so he was facing Nick. "And look at what they do to my package!"

It was Nick's turn to flush scarlet. "Greg, people are staring." He dropped his voice. "But they are pretty damn hot on you."

"Told you."

Nick leaned across the table, beckoning Greg to come closer. When he spoke again, Nick spoke with a thicker accent, knowing that it could make Greg hard within seconds. "Once I get you home, we're gonna add some stains of our own, okay?"

Both heard a loud "Oh!" of surprise and turned to see the waitress with an embarrassed expression on her face, one of their steaks lying in a mess on the floor.

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Denim 2: Dirty

The waitress was blushing furiously as she started cleaning up the mess, muttering phrases like "I'm so sorry!" and "free meal." Nick jumped to her aid, always the gentleman, while Greg sat at the table and tried not to laugh.

They didn't have to wait long for another steak (which Nick took, letting Greg start on the one she didn't drop) and, when finished, they got ice cream cones from a little place called Nathan's.

"You gonna keep to your promise?" Greg asked hopefully when they arrived home, kicking off his flip flops.

"I don't remember making a promise. What promise?" Nick replied, his back turned.

"This one."

Nick turned around just in time to see Greg toss his shirt to the side and unzip his jeans a bit, just enough to show the waistband of his boxers. "Should I go farther?" he teased.

Nick licked his lips. His cock was hardening inside his own, intact jeans. "Leave 'em on," he said gruffly.

He advanced on Greg, pushing him against the doorway and bringing his body flush against Greg's. Nick kissed him hard on the lips then stripped off his own shirt. He began to slowly tongue his way down Greg's body, sucking along his jaw line and neck, lightly biting his nipples. He traced each muscle on Greg's stomach. The bulge in Greg's jeans was resting hot against Nick's chest.

On his knees, Nick looked up at Greg, who was standing with both hands splayed out on the door. He squeezed the ridge made by Greg's cock in the denim and Greg jumped. "Suck it, Nick," Greg groaned.

Nick wasn't ready to take it into his mouth yet. He admired the way Greg's cock was outlined, the way the head pushed at one of the holes in the pocket. Nick ran his fingers along Greg's cock once more, and he gasped in pleasure.

Nick reached inside Greg's jeans, the contact even hotter through the thin cotton. He pulled the waistband of the boxers down so Greg's cock could be freed.

The Texan bit his lip like he always did when he was turned on as he softly wrapped a fist around the base and slid up. Greg bucked his hips, urging his cock towards Nick's mouth. Nick surprised Greg by sucking him down to the base, the sudden change from cool air to wet heat making him shout.

"Nick," Greg started after a few seconds of silence broken only by the sounds of Nick enjoying Greg's cock.

"Yeah baby?"

"Jack off for me."

"Anything," Nick grinned, and as he took Greg's cock into his mouth, he used one hand to get his jeans open and to pull his straining dick out. He started stroking in time with the blowjob he was giving. Greg lightly pulled on Nick's hair, trying to resist the urge to face-fuck his boyfriend. Nick groaned around the cock in his mouth as he sped up his strokes and Greg's breathing became more erratic. Greg came first, emptying himself into Nick's hot mouth. Nick's orgasm hit right after, his cum landing on the leg of Greg's jeans.

Greg pulled Nick to his feet and kissed him, licking the rest of himself out of Nick's mouth. He looked down at the new spots on his jeans and smiled.

"I hope they don't come out," he said as he pulled Nick to the bedroom.

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Denim 3: Stained

He'd been planning this for a while. Not long after he had first seen Greg in those ripped, torn jeans, the gears in Nick's head started turning, working on a surprise for Greg.

Greg won't be home for another four hours, Nick kept telling himself as he rummaged through the closet, looking for a certain pair of jeans. He found them hiding behind a navy button-down. Nick took the denim off the hanger and laid them out on the bed, examining them. It was one of Greg's favorite pairs – Nick knew that whenever he wore them, Greg usually didn't last long before pulling Nick down onto the nearest flat surface and ripping them off.

They were old, a little faded and there was already a hole forming on the knee. The jeans fit Nick perfectly – Greg always said it made his cock even more obvious than usual.

Grabbing a pocket knife and a cheap Wal-Mart razor, Nick set to work...

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Greg was tired. Downright exhausted as he collapsed on the couch, his eyes closed. He could hear Nick cooking dinner (or what they considered dinner) in the kitchen, but didn't feel like getting up to see what he was preparing.

"If you're gonna crash on the couch, don't you want some company?"

Greg opened his eyes and lifted himself up. He didn't believe what he was seeing.

Nick was leaning against the door frame, a smile playing across his face. "Cat got your tongue?" he laughed.

"Where'd you...where'd you get those?" Greg found it suddenly hard to form words.

"I made them." Nick moved so he was standing in front of his boyfriend. "You like?"

Greg swallowed, reaching up to stroke one of the threadbare patches situated on Nick's left pocket. "You...made them?"

"All you need is a pocket knife, a razor, maybe a paintbrush and some paint." Nick leaned in close so he was less than an inch from Greg. "No need to blow a paycheck."

He stepped back and turned around slowly so Greg could see the new-but-old jeans in their entirety. Nick had used the razor to shred patches in random places on the denim, and Greg could now see Nick's skin through the hole on the left knee. Nick splattered drops of white paint along the sides and used the razor to fray the edges of the legs and back pockets. It was better-looking than any of the destroyed jeans Greg had seen in the stores.

"You're right, Greg, these do make my cock look good." Grinning, he leaned down and grabbed Greg's hand, running it across his bulge. Greg groaned and ran his free hand across his own crotch.

"By the way," Nick continued, "I'm not wearing anything underneath."

"Ho...ly...shit..." Greg moaned.

He jumped up and tried to pull Nick in for a kiss but Nick playfully pushed him away. "Not yet." When Greg whimpered, Nick smiled, stepped away, and slowly started rubbing himself through his jeans. "Go put yours on and we'll have some fun while the steaks cook."

Greg ran to the bedroom and quickly shucked his pants and boxers and rummaged in the closet for his own destroyed jeans (laughing to himself, Greg noticed they still had cum-stains on the leg from last time). He pulled the snug denim up – too snug for his now-fully-hard cock – and hurried back to the living room where Nick was waiting on the couch.

Nick had lost his shirt when Greg got there. He climbed on top of Nick, straddling his hips. Nick was already hard too; Greg could see the outline of his boner against his leg. They kissed on the lips, tongues battling, hands sliding across muscles, denim-covered erections grinding. Greg hadn't bothered to zip up his jeans so he ripped them open and started stroking his cock. Nick wrapped a hand around Greg's cock and worked to get his own out.

Greg bucked his hips so his cock slid against Nick's, electric friction making both men moan. Their frantic urge to get off was making the room hot. Sweat rolled down their backs and disappeared into their jeans; their hands were slippery as they stroked smooth, hard flesh.

Nick was moaning, whispering into Greg's ear. "I love you baby, let's never stop, I love feeling your cock on mine." Greg groaned as he heard these words and thrust faster as their erections collided and moved together. Each had a hand around the other's cock, stroking, bucking in unison until they came powerfully, streaking their stomachs in cum.

Greg stood up, taking his jeans off and wiping up the mess, and then he helped Nick take his off too. Naked, they settled in each other's arms and fell into a deep sleep.

Dinner ended up being a disaster, but they didn't mind.

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