Title: Distraction
By: glo-starz
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC17
Summary: Why does Greg always say the most stupid things when he is drunk? And why, oh why, is Nicky holding him to it? Pure filth.

Greg sat on the sofa, arms folded over his chest, legs crossed underneath him, a scowl gracing his face. He was wearing his tartan pyjama pants and nothing else, his hair was dishevelled and he was frustrated and angry.

“God damn it Nicky! It’s been a week! This is so not funny anymore, not that it was in the first place! Please Nicky, I’ll beg, I’ll do the house work for the rest of the month, I’ll let you drive for the rest of the year. Just . . . Just . . . Please can we have sex?” Nick tried not to grin at the state Greg was in, not that he was feeling a whole lot better himself if he was honest.

“No. This was your idea Greg.”

“I know, but I was drunk! Really drunk. And I cannot be held responsible for anything I say when I’m drunk.”

“Well, Greggo, you were the one who said you could go without sex for a fortnight. I said you couldn’t but you were determined to prove me wrong.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t know how far you were going to take it. I didn’t mean sex to include jacking off. Or blow jobs. What about the blow jobs? There were supposed to be blow jobs.” Nick snickered to himself. He knew he had the self control, after all he had shared a tent on camping trips all the way though his adolescence. And any teenage boy camping by a lake where girls swam in bikinis and still managing to avoid jacking off knew he had the self control. Greg on the other hand? This was the longest he had gone since he was thirteen without an orgasm. He howled in frustration and stormed off to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

“Greg?” Nick followed him, he didn’t like to see Greg suffer, but he was determined to prove a point. Greg could not last more than a week without sex. There was light spilling under the bedroom door and manic laughter seeping though the wood. “Uh, Greg?” He said again. All he heard was stifled laughter and rustling, then the sound of a lid being put back on a plastic box. Next thing he knew the door was thrown open and Greg barrelled past him back to the front room and threw himself on to the sofa, hiding something behind his back. “What have you got there Greg?”

“Nothing.” He says, his eyes twinkling and starting to giggle, making sure whatever it was is safely hidden. “It’s nothing, go back to what you’re doing.” Nick looks at him carefully, examining his face, cocking his head to one side.

“Okay, but I know you’re up to something.” Again, Greg just giggles and flicks Kerrang on, bobbing his head to the music as Nick goes back to the paperwork he is now struggling to pay attention to.

Suddenly a flying pair of tartan pyjama pants lands on his head. He carefully peels the offending object away and turns to look at Greg, who is now walking towards him to get to the fridge, giggling like a madman.

“Uh, Greg, why are you naked?”

“I was too hot Nicky.” And he sways past him, smiling innocently. He gets to the fridge, bends over and pulls out a bottle of water and a jar of runny honey. All Nick can do is swallow hard as he feels himself start to become aroused and look confused as he watches Greg strut back to the sofa and lay down, his head and the far end and his feet at the end nearest to Nick. Greg opens the honey and tilts the jar from side to side, watching the contents, then without a word he slowly begins to pour some onto his chest, sucking in a breath as the cold honey reaches his nipples and navel, making them peak. All Nick can do is stare and lick his lips.

“No way Greg. No. I’m not playing.”

“I never said you had to Nicky.” Greg replies, trailing his index finger through the honey, then popping it into his mouth, sucking noisily and moaning in satisfaction. “I love honey Nicky. It’s so sweet, and it always tastes better when it’s been warmed up a bit.” He starts to trail his fingers through the honey again, arching slightly into his touch, his breathing becoming heavier, his eyelids fluttering. “Want a taste Nicky?” He says, holding out his fingers.

“I’m busy G.” Nick tries to look away, but Greg is naked and covered in honey. And he’s hard. Damn it. He shouldn’t be this irresistible.

Next Greg puts his hand behind his back and pulls out the object he had hidden earlier. Actually, it turns out to be two objects. His favourite blue dildo and some lube. Nick sees what he has in his hands and moans quietly; hoping Greg didn’t hear him, because if he did he would know he is winning. Greg begins to trail the dildo through the honey on his chest, then pops it into his mouth, making all the noises Nick loves to hear when Greg is sucking his cock.

“You know what Nicky? This would be so much better if it was your dick.” And Nick knows what’s coming next. Greg has a way with words, and he knows he is about to hear a few choice ones. “Imagine your hot, hard cock, just there, right in front of my mouth. Do you know what I’d do?” And Nick knows, oh god, does he know. But he knows Greg is about to tell him anyway. “I’d start by wrapping my hand around it, letting my palm slowly stroke up and down, my fingers trailing the underside.” As he talks Greg performs the actions on the dildo. All Nick can do is watch, wishing he wasn’t so determined to stick to his guns. “Then as I’m stroking I’d push my tongue out and lick ever so slowly up your length. Next I would swirl all around the tip, making sure I tongue your slit, because I love the way you taste.” Nick has given up on the paperwork, and is transfixed by the sight of Greg, listening to him say filthy, dirty things through those gorgeous lips. “Then I would take just the tip in my mouth, sucking gently and tonguing the ridge underneath.” As he does this to the dildo he moans, enjoying himself as he knows he is getting to Nick.

Nick is giving in fast. His cock is rigid, pushing against the zip of his jeans, he is rocking his hips just a little, he needs contact, he feels a delicious friction on the tip that makes him shudder. In his mind he can clearly feel the things Greg is doing to the dildo, and he knows it won’t be long before he gives in completely.

“Then, Nicky, I’d suck you in as far as I can, letting my tongue play and bobbing my head, one hand working your cock, the other working your balls, until you are moaning my name and begging me to let you cum.” Nick watches him again, his mouth pleasuring the dildo the way Nick himself wants to be pleasured. But as suddenly as the spectacle started it stops. At first Nick thinks Greg has given in, but no such luck. He sees the lube in Greg’s right hand, and now he knows what Greg’s plan is. Greg coats his fingers and reaches between his legs. Nick knows he needs to look away now, but he can’t. He loves to watch Greg fuck himself, and he doesn’t know how much longer he will last, he needs to jack off so badly.

Greg slowly pushes one finger into his hole, bending at a precarious angle to find his sweet spot, Nick watches transfixed as Greg lets out a loud moan and shudders.
 
“Oh Christ Nick, this feels so good.” Greg works his finger in and out, slowly at first, then speeding up, massaging his prostate and making noises that go straight to Nicks groin. His face is flushed and his breathing laboured, and god if Nick doesn’t adore him when he looks like that. Nick knows Greg is well past the point of self control, and he knows he is too. He slowly unzips his jeans and wrestles his cock from his boxers.
“Tell me what you’re doing G, what am I doing to you right now.” He begins to stroke himself furiously, listening to the smutty words dripping from Greg’s mouth like the honey dripping from his chest.

“You’re pushing a second finger into me.” He stops to moan and arch his back, the pleasure clearly getting to him. “Then you . . . Scissor them . . .Softly.” He is finding it difficult to form sentences, his fingers up his ass feels so damn good. “Then . . . Oh god . . . You put a third in.” As he says this he slides a third finger into himself and begins to fuck himself slowly.

“Put your dildo in G.” Nick says, watching as Greg removes his fingers, pours lube onto the dildo and places it against his hole.

Greg lets out a hiss through clenched teeth as he pushes the dildo inside himself. He begins to move it, slowly at first, but as he hears Nick moaning and the slap of skin on skin as he jerks off he begins to speed up.

“Yesssss.” Greg sighs, the dildo massaging his prostate with each thrust in. All Nick can do is watch and moan. Greg is completely lost in the moment, unable to speak, only able to moan, gasp, pant and shudder. Nick moans along with him, knowing he is close but knowing Greg is definitely closer. Greg needs to cum, as soon as possible. It has been far too long. The pressure in his balls is unbearable and his back is arched off the sofa so he can get the dildo as far in as possible. “Oh . . . Fuck . . . . Yes.” He lets his free hand move to his cock, he’s so hard he feels like he is about to explode. He wraps his talented fingers around himself and starts to stoke in time with his thrusts. He can feel his orgasm building, sparks flying behind his eyelids, his balls drawing up. “Fuck . . . Nicky . . . Need to . . .Gonna . . . Fuck!” And he cums hard, screaming Nicks name. He collapses back on the sofa, hot, sweaty and now also sticky. He sighs then giggles before looking up at Nick.

Nick’s face is contorted with pleasure. Watching Greg fuck himself and the feel of his fist around his cock is almost too much for him, but he sees Greg smile his smutty smile and crawl towards him, bottle of ice cold water in his hand.

“Oh god . . .” Nick knows Greg has something in mind, so is surprised when he stops, keeling in front of him and takes a sip of water. But what he hadn’t expected was for Greg to then push his hand away and plunge his mouth over his cock with the water still there. The sensation of ice cold water on his throbbing dick is too much for Nick and he cries out, emptying himself into Greg’s mouth, who swallows Nick and the water down greedily then sits there staring up at Nick, pure love in his eyes. Nick stays still for a while, letting his breathing return to normal then smiles at Greg, “See. Told you you couldn’t last a fortnight!” And he pulls Greg up and drags him to the shower, both in need of a thorough clean up, and Nick thinking of imaginative ways to pay Greg back for breaking his resolve.