Title: Good For My Elf
By: glo-starz
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC17
Summary: Nick loved Wednesday nights after shift. That's when he got to spend his alone time with Greg. And one day, maybe, he'd be able to tell him the truth . . . And thanks to Legolas that day has finally come.

As usual, Wednesday night after shift saw Greg and Nick at Nick’s house in front of his huge plasma screen TV. It was Greg’s turn to choose a DVD and Nick’s turn to provide the food and, although Nick loved having Greg over, he dreaded what Greg was going to pick out for them to watch this time. He had a habit of choosing things that were once cartoons or had heavy fantasy or sci-fi content and Nick was more of an action movie fan. On his way home, Nick picked up a load of beer and when he got through the door two pizzas were ordered.

They arrived five minutes before Greg and were sitting on the table by the sofa, ready to be eaten. As usual, Greg knocked on the door three times to herald his arrival and Nick’s heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t believe how much his crush on Greg had grown in recent months, to the point where even the sound of him could make Nick shiver and that goofy smile could make him hard. He had no idea how Greg managed to make him lose control of his body. Just that he did, and Nick enjoyed it. He opened the door and a DVD box was waved in his face. Nick tried to focus on it as it moved around in front of his eyes.

“Lord of the Rings, Greg?” He shook his head and laughed. “Lord of the Rings?”

Greg tilted his head to the left, tutting, and then walked past him into the living room.

“Yes, Nicky, Lord of the Rings. It has elves, dwarves, men, orcs, battles and all kindsa cool stuff. What more could you want?” As he talked he crossed off each point on a finger then he took the disc from the box, throwing the box onto an armchair, and walked over to the DVD player.

“But isn’t it . . . like . . . three hours long? And full of girly stuff?”

“Yes. And no.” Greg switched the machine on and popped the DVD into the tray. “Now crack me a beer and get your ass on the sofa.” Your very tight, very fit ass, he thought to himself.

Nick turned off the living room lights and walked into the kitchen. He let out a slow, calming breath and pulled two bottles of Miller from the fridge, using the bottle opener Greg had given him at their first Wednesday get together to open them. It still gave him chills when he thought about how well Greg knew him and how much effort Greg put into every little thing he did for Nick. Sometimes he almost wondered if Greg had feelings for him, too. But he knew that just wasn’t possible. But Greg had tracked down the Simpson’s talking bottle opener as Nick had told him his brother had bought him one years ago and it got lost when he moved to Vegas. He looked over at Greg, who was now stretched out, ass on the sofa and feet on the edge of the table, toeing his sneakers off. As Nick watched, he pushed his arms above his head and sighed deeply and contentedly, making himself completely at home. Next, his head flopped to the side, his hair falling in soft curls around his ears, and he smiled that delicious, almost seductive smile at Nick.

Man, he is just so beautiful Nick thought and blushed when he realised what he was thinking.

“Miller do?” Greg nodded enthusiastically. “Pizza on the table, help yourself.” Greg leant down and picked up a slice. “Ok, then. I’m ready. Let’s see what this film is all about.”

Greg pressed play on the remote and Nick threw himself onto the sofa. After a little fidgeting, they settled back to watch the three hour epic. For the first hour, neither said a word. They just sat in silence, watching the film, enjoying each other’s company.

“You know, G, I’m actually enjoying this,” Nick said, sounding vaguely surprised. Greg smiled at Nick. Success! he thought.

“Aw, Nicky, that’s so cool. You know, I read the books in junior high, and the first few times I saw the film . . .”

“You’ve seen it more than once?” Nick asked, incredulous.

“Yeah. I saw Fellowship seven times, Two Towers five times and Return eight times.” Nick whistled. “Yeah, I know. A lot of hours. But my point is . . . what was I talking about? Oh yeah! When I was in junior high, I read them and they have been some of my favourite books ever since. But they cut quite a bit out when they made the films, like Tom Bombadill and the Barrow Whigts, and then they made the whole Aragorn and Arwen thing so much more detailed than it ever was in the book that it kinda annoyed me to start with. But now I love it.”

Greg took in a huge breath, his last sentence said at break neck speed and with no pauses to breathe. Nick nodded and took a swig of his beer. He looked at Greg and smiled. He loved the way Greg’s eyes lit up and he talked with his hands when he got really excited about a subject. The way his voice sped up and his sentences grew and grew in length until he got out of breath at the end of each one.

“So which one’s your favourite?” Nick asked. Not really caring, just wanting to hear Greg’s voice some more.

“Ooohhh! Good question.” Greg sat completely still, one eye slightly closed, deep in thought. “I think it would have to be . . . Two Towers. I love the battle at Helms Deep.”

“You do realise I have no idea what you’re talking about?” Nick laughed as Greg shook his head and put his finger to his lips in a ‘sshhh’ motion.

My God, those lips look so soft, so inviting. Nick mentally shook himself and repeated I will not perv on my best friend over and over again in his head.

Over the course of the next half hour, they fell back into their comfortable silence, finished off most of the pizza and were both on their fourth beer. Being around Nick seemed to calm Greg down, mellow him out, and neither could believe how much they enjoyed the other’s company. Somehow, unnoticed by either, they had been shuffling closer and closer to each other and now there was barely room to fit the DVD control between them.

Unbeknownst to each other, they were both feeling the heat of their current situation.

Greg was fighting a hard-on as the heat from Nick’s thigh and the gorgeous creatures that Tolkien created turned him on. He couldn’t take his eyes away from Legolas and those tight leggings that were moulded to his thighs. Ok, so the elves were hot and most probably dynamite in bed, what with being so flexible, agile and good at manipulating objects. But Strider? Mmmmm. He could just imagine Nick as Strider, all tough and manly, leading him to places unknown. Or maybe he could lead Nick to places he didn’t yet know. Greg looked down into his lap.

Yep. Great. How am I going to explain away a hard-on whilst watching Lord of the Rings at my best friend’s house? he thought. He curled up his legs, getting into a comfortable position, so the evidence of his desire for the elves, and indeed Nick, or Strider, would not be noticed. There is no way I am ready to come out yet he thought to himself, trembling slightly at the thought.

Nick was having interesting issues of his own. Despite trying to turn off the lust-filled side of his brain he couldn’t help wondering what Greg would look and act like as an Elf. In his head Greg was already that beautiful, that graceful, that skilful in all he did. All he needed was the costume and the long hair and . . . oh shit. Now he’d done it. He was now hard as rock, a throbbing erection tenting the front of his jeans.

What should I do? he wondered. Nick leant over, pulled a cushion from the armchair and placed it over his crotch. He sat there, trying to watch the film, praying that Greg wouldn’t notice. But how old was the cushion thing? It was the action of a sex starved teenager watching a slightly rude movie scene with his parents in the room. In a way, it was even more of a giveaway than just letting it all ‘hang out’, as Warrick often said. God, he thought, now is not the time, he has no idea I’m into him.

Five minutes later, and still impossibly hard, Nick heard a sound from Greg that broke his concentration.

“Mmmmm.” A soft moan escaped from his lips.

Nick whipped his head round to stare at Greg.

“Hey man, are you ok?”

Greg turned to face Nick and Nick gulped as he took in Greg’s appearance. His eyes were wide and sparkling, full of lust and desire. His lips were softly parted and his pink tongue was slowly tracing them, while he was holding the Miller bottle so tightly that his knuckles had turned white. His cheeks had begun to flush a subtle pink and he was breathing slowly and with distinctly measured breaths.

“It’s just . . .” Greg wasn’t sure whether now was the right time to reveal his best kept secret. If he said what he wanted to say, what would Nick’s reaction be? And if the reaction was positive, would he take the next step and reveal what he really felt for Nick?

“What, G?”

“Well.” Greg looked at Nick’s eyes seeing only gentle curiosity and concern. He took a deep breath and readied himself for what he was about to say. “I gotta get me some fine Elf ass. A bit of Legolas lovin’ would go down a treat right about now.”

The mouthful of Miller that Nick had just taken now coated the table and what was left of the pizza.

“What can I say, man?” He looked over at Nick who was wide eyed, mouth agape, staring at Greg like he had grown another head. He shrugged his shoulders. “He does it for me.”

Nick stayed where he was, his body tilted towards Greg but ass still glued to the seat. He leant over and put the bottle of Miller on the table.

“You . . . you mean . . .” Nick was struggling for breath. His dream suddenly seemed within his reach.

“Yes, Nicky. I play for the other team. I’m queer, gay, homo. Whatever you and you frat boys like to call it,” Greg said, practically spitting the words out. He’d blown it and he knew it. Nick would never be relaxed around him again.

“You’re gay?” Nick said it so softly that Greg began to feel guilty that he had spoken so harshly before.

“Yeah. Always have been, always will be.”

“Is that why we’ve never met any of your girlfriends?”

“Apart from the fact I’ve never had any?” Greg said, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah.” Greg laughed and Nick smiled. “It’s not that I can’t pull. It’s more a matter of who I’d pulled.”

“Oh, Greg, why didn’t you tell us?”

”It’s not like law enforcement is known for its open attitude to gays, is it? And to be honest, you guys are like family to me and I was terrified I’d lose you all.”

“Oh Greg, that wouldn’t have happened.”

“No?” Greg said, a wan smile gracing his usually happy features.

“No.”

“How can you be so sure, Nicky?”

Nick looked at Greg once more, his mouth watering and his eyes widening with desire. He had wanted him for so long and now? Greg’s gay! Maybe he had a chance for happiness in the arms of the most amazing guy he had ever met after all. And at least if Nick jumped on him, it wouldn’t be quite so bad as the idea might have seemed at first. Would it? He took a deep breath, summoned all his strength and threw himself into Greg’s lap.

Nick tangled his arms around Greg’s body, forcing their mouths together. Greg, shocked at first by the warm body suddenly pressed tightly into his, soon realised what was going on. He leant back against the sofa, allowing Nick to climb completely into his lap as his tongue pushed its way into his mouth. He never thought it would happen, especially not like this, Nick in control of what was occurring between them. He always thought that if anything ever happened, and he had never thought it would, it would be him coaxing Nick into some kind of action. The kiss soon became frantic, Greg’s hands running up and down Nick’s thighs and fingers just lightly teasing his now obvious erection. Nick positioned himself over Greg’s cock and began to rock his hips. Their tongues duelled, their breathing harsh until the need for air forced them to break apart.

“Fuck me, Nick, I never . . .” Nick put his finger over Greg’s lips.

“No, fuck me, Greg.”

Greg’s mouth dropped open but after an invitation like that? He didn’t need to be asked twice. He’d been dreaming about this since he had first set eyes on the gorgeous Texan. He gently picked Nick up and placed him beside him, stood up and began to strip. Nick stood up and began doing the same thing, tearing at his shirt and jeans.

“Condoms? Lube?” Greg panted out when he had thrown his t-shirt and jeans to God-knows-where.

“Drawer in the table.” Nick laid out flat on the sofa. “And hurry up. I want you. Now. I’ve waited too long.”

Greg pulled the drawer open and grabbed the items he needed. When he turned around and saw Nick, laid out ready for him, he sucked in a breath.

“Christ, Nicky. You are so damn beautiful.”

Nick stared back at Greg and began to slowly stroke his hard cock.

“Likewise, G. Man, I have wanted to see you like that for so long.” He licked his lips as he stared at the large erection waving in his face. “And your cock, G . . . just perfect.”

Greg laid himself on top of Nick and began to kiss his way down his body, licking around his neck and nibbling his chest. He sucked each nipple into his mouth, first licking then biting the hardening nub. Nick began to wriggle beneath him and Greg smirked against his gorgeous chest muscles. Next he began to kiss, lick and nibble down his chest until his head was inches from Nick’s cock. Nick was panting, Greg’s touch making him gasp and cry out with pleasure. Greg licked a hot stripe up Nick’s cock and Nick thrust up, a cry of pleasure ripping from his throat.

“Oh, God . . . please, Greg . . . suck me.”

Greg smiled and took the very tip of Nick’s heated and leaking dick into his mouth, letting his tongue swirl around the head and lick up the first drop of precum. He savoured the taste and sucked gently at the flushed tip. Nick sobbed and pushed his crotch up once more, hoping to get Greg to swallow more of him. Greg took the hint, sucked Nick in and let his hand slip to the base of the delicious cock he was sucking. He began to move his head and hand in sync, loving the feel of the smooth flesh gliding beneath his hand, the gentle thrusts of Nick’s hips and the moans and whimpers coming from Nick’s mouth.

“Oh, Greg . . . so . . . so good.”

Taking his hand from Nick’s length, Greg carefully squeezed some lube onto his index finger then placed it against Nick’s willing hole. As it pulsed beneath the digit he slowly pushed it in, earning a harsh breath from Nick and the sudden feel of hands twisting into his hair. Nick moaned as Greg began to twist his finger.

“Christ Greg, more,” Nick begged.

Greg giggled around Nick’s cock and removed his finger, coating it and his middle finger with more lube then plunging both back into Nick’s ass. Nick was soon pushing down against the willing fingers, trying to angle his pelvis so Greg’s fingers brushed his prostate. Greg was all too aware of what Nick wanted and turned his fingers so they pressed against the wall of his ass, directly over his prostate. A shudder ran through Nick’s body and a sob escaped from his lips. He could hardly believe that he had never been touched like this, that it felt so good to be touched like this. And Greg was more careful and skilled than he had ever imagined.

“Greg . . .” Nick’s voice pleaded.

Greg hummed around Nick’s cock and pulled his fingers out once more, coating the final finger with cool gel before carefully pushing them back into Nick’s tight hole. He began to softly scissor and twist them, Nick’s body flushing and writhing under his expert touch.

“In me . . . now,” Nick panted out.

Greg let Nick’s cock drop from his mouth and sat up and picked up the condom, his cock feeling heavy and warm in his hand. He slowly rolled it down his length then poured a generous amount of lube into his palm before stroking it up and down his aching erection. Nick raised himself on his elbows to watch the sight of his new lover stroking himself before he entered him. Right now, he could think of no better sight.

“Ooohhh,” Greg moaned out, the pleasure of what he was looking at and the gentle touch of his own fingers on his cock making him ache with desire. “God, Nick, seeing you like that makes me just want to explode.”

Greg laid back on top of Nick and positioned the tip of his cock at his entrance.

“Please, Greg . . .” Nick begged.

Greg pushed slowly into Nick’s aching hole, feeling the heat and tightness wrap around him. Nick arched his back, pushing himself as far onto Greg’s hard-on as he could. Greg stopped moving when he was all the way in, taking a few shaky breaths to bring himself back under control. He was so close to cumming just from the feel of Nick’s ass clamped around his cock, if he didn’t calm down it would be over too soon.

“Move,” Nick commanded and Greg wanted it. Oh, he wanted it.

He began to withdraw slowly, so only the tip of his cock was inside Nick’s tight ass then pushed back inwards until he was buried up to the balls. He angled his hips to brush Nick’s prostate with each thrust. Each time Greg’s cockhead brushed his prostate, Nick would cry out and clamp down tight on Greg’s cock. Greg would moan and thrust forward, unable to hold back. The pleasure was mounting rapidly, each thrust making the head of his cock tingle, the white ball of energy in his stomach becoming more and more compact.

“Nicky . . . you’re so . . . tight.”

Nick moaned and grabbed Greg’s shoulders, pulling him down so he could kiss him. Their mouths met in a sloppy but heated kiss, tongues diving into each others mouths and wrapping around each other. They broke apart for Nick to whisper into Greg’s ear.

“Faster . . . please,” Nick moaned between cries of pleasure.

Greg leant his head into the crook of Nick’s neck and began to pound into him, relishing the feeling of Nick beneath him, wrapped around him, moving with him. His body was burning up. This was so much better than he had ever imagined it would be. And he’d imagined it. A lot. He couldn’t believe that Nick was letting him take him. He was trembling, the reactions of Nick’s body driving him closer and closer to orgasm.

“Nicky . . . want to . . . cum . . . so bad.”

Nick lifted his hips and wrapped his legs around Greg’s back. His moaning increased and his chest was rising and falling rapidly.

“Cum . . . for me . . . Nicky.”

Greg was desperate for Nick to cum first and he knew that the contractions of Nick’s ass around his cock would quickly push him over the edge. He let his hand slip between their bodies and stroke Nick’s cock as he thrusted, the new angle perfect to stimulate Nick’s sweet spot.

“Fuck, Greg . . . yes . . . yes . . . gonna . . . oh fuck . . . Greg!”

Nick’s body slammed up into Greg’s and Greg felt wet heat splash onto his fingers. Nick’s ass began to contract and release rapidly around his throbbing cock.

“N . . . N . . . Nicky . . . yes . . . Nicky!”

And suddenly he was cumming, his cock pulsing as he released wave after wave of hot, salty cum into the tip of the condom. Then he collapsed on Nick, breathing heavily.

For a few minutes they lay together, gently stroking their fingers up and down each other’s arms and placing delicate kisses on each other’s mouths. Soon their breathing had regained its normal level of composure and neither Greg nor Nick could stop smiling.

“You do realise that we’re gonna get sticky if we stay like this?” Nick asked.

“Mmmmm.”

“And you need to pull out and get rid of the condom before it falls off and wrecks my sofa?”

“Mmmmm.”

Nick chuckled to himself at Greg’s inability to form a coherent sentence and gently lifted his head from the sofa and whispered into Greg’s ear.

“And I’ve never done that with a guy before.”

“Wha . . . wha . . . what?” Nick laughed at Greg’s shocked expression.

“Well . . .I never wanted a guy until I met you. And I wanted you to . . . you know . . . take me.”

“I just took your virginity?” Greg was near hysterical.

“Well, my virginity with guys, yes. I lost my girl virginity when I was fourteen to the neighbour’s daughter in the barn at Mom and Cisco’s ranch. But that’s another story.”

“Wow.” Greg laid back down and wrapped himself around Nick. “I guess that means that I gotta treat you right, me being your first and all.”

“Greg, if I get my way I intend you to be my first and only.”

Greg considered Nick’s words for a minute before a wide smile cracked his face in half.

“Done!” he said.

“Even over Legolas?” Nick asked.

“Honey, I’d take you over an Elf any day.” Greg yawned as they snuggled up in each others arms on Nick’s fairly new, and now slightly stained, leather sofa, the film that started it all completely forgotten.