Title: Drops of White
By: flipflopadd1ct
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Nick and Greg do some, uh, painting.

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What used to be the living room was now an empty shell. Great sheets of plastic lay crumpled on the floor, and a lone ladder stood in the far corner. Nick stood in the center of the room and stared up at the freshly primed walls, drops of white dotted across his clothes and skin.

Greg, having just returned from doing a week's worth of shopping, dropped bags of groceries on the kitchen table. He quietly, carefully picked his way around the pile of furniture that had been expelled from the living room. He crept up behind Nick, put his hands on Nick's hips and kissed him lightly.

"Lookin' good," Greg said softly, dragging his gaze along the length of Nick's grubby jeans and faded A&M tee.

"Me or the walls?" Nick smiled.

"What walls?"

Nick laughed and pulled away. "You don't want to get too close to me, or you'll ruin your shirt, G."

"I couldn't help it. You know I love seeing you covered in, ah, white stuff." Greg leaned closer to the walls, inspecting the paint job. "Hey, you missed a spot."

"Are you sure? Where?"

He pointed to a discolored splotch about waist-high. "Right there." And then, casually, "I could jack off on the spot and no one would know the difference."

Nick looked horrified.

Greg grinned and started rubbing himself through his jeans. "I've done that before, you know. Just not on purpose."

Nick arched an eyebrow, decided to play along. "You can jack off all right, just not on my masterpiece."

"Nick, priming the walls hardly constitutes a 'masterpiece.' But I think a little jerk off sounds good to me." Greg continued to wander around the room, one hand beginning to creep inside the waistband of his shorts.

"You know what? I could use a break." Nick disappeared into the hallway, stripping off his paint-covered shirt as he went. Greg scrambled after him.

By the time Greg made it to the bedroom, Nick had already stripped off the rest of his clothes, and Greg fully appreciated what the paint had done to Nick. His hair was flecked with white, along with his arms and face. Nick's cock was growing half-hard against his leg as he lightly stroked it with his left hand, the other hand tucked comfortably behind his head.

Greg stood staring at the foot of the bed.

"You gonna join me or do I get to do it all by myself?" Nick's cock was fully erect by now and he was starting to pump it faster. "Because I can handle that."

"Not a chance."

Greg threw his shirt to the side and crawled on to the bed, straddling Nick's legs. He leaned close enough to lick the head of Nick's cock, but instead he moved up to kiss him on the lips. Nick's lips parted as the kiss grew hotter. Greg ran his tongue along the roof of Nick's mouth, exploring the territory he knew so well.

They broke apart and Greg rose up on his knees. Nick reached for Greg's shorts, wanting to yank them down, but Greg swatted his hand away. Greg undid his belt and tossed it over his shoulder, then pulled the zipper down just enough so he could reach inside and take his cock out through his boxers. Nick tried to stroke it but once again, Greg hit his hand away. Greg grinned and simultaneously wrapped his left hand around his own cock and started stroking Nick with his right.

Nick moaned loudly. Watching Greg masturbate had always been one of his personal kinks, but even though he would never admit that out loud, Greg knew it got him off anyway. Greg looked so debauched above him, his zipper down and exposing his hard cock, as he rocked back and forth into his fist and kept the same rhythm on Nick's shaft. Nick allowed himself to lie there, let Greg take control, could feel himself getting closer to the edge.

Greg made an exaggerated gasping noise as he opened his eyes and smiled down at Nick. He took his hand off Nick's cock and quickly sucked three fingers into his mouth, wetting them before returning them to Nick's erection. Nick couldn't help but arch his hips. Greg grunted as he worked to bring Nick off faster, breathy gasps intermixed with short, broken words. He was getting more vocal as he always did when he was close to orgasm.

Sweat shone on Nick's shirtless torso; he was holding on to the bars at the head of the bed with both hands. "Fuck, yes! Greg, make me come!" Nick panted.

"I know you like seeing me like this," Greg managed to say. His wet grip became more erratic, tracing the thick vein on the side of Nick's cock, running against the cut head. "Come for me..."

Greg pulled his hand away as Nick came hard. His orgasm splattered across both of their abs. Nick reached up and encircled Greg's pumping fist in his own; Greg went over the edge and shot onto Nick's stomach, mixing with Nick's seed and creating a scene not unlike the freshly painted walls of the living room.

Greg supported himself with one arm, breathing heavily. He was still kneeling over Nick. With a dirty grin, Greg ran a finger through the drops of white coating Nick's stomach. He swirled and moved his finger until he had drawn a white "G" across Nick's abs. Then he sucked the used finger into his mouth, licked it clean.

"I wanted to do some painting of my own."

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