Title: Everything Together
Author: slightly_frayed, a.k.a. Fraying, a.k.a. Laurie.
Rating: NC-17. Some swearing and some sex. Hoorah.
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Summary: Hmm.. Well, Greg comes home from somewhere (I don't even know where. I love dreams. XD), and he missed Nick. Fabulous.

Nick looked at his watch again and sighed for likely the 23rd time that evening. He’s late. He contemplated just picking up his cell and calling Greg; the fear of seeming desperate stopping him from doing so. His arm was subconsciously raised again for one more glance at his watch when he heard jingling keys on the other side of the door. Calm down, Nick. Let him open the door. Not too eager.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Nicky! Open the goddamn door!” Nick could hear the younger man kicking at it impatiently. Somewhat alarmed, he turned the lock and pulled the door open.

“Calm down, man. I got it--” He didn’t even have time to process the sight of Greg coming at him before he felt himself pressed urgently against the wall, mouth being probed by Greg’s tongue. Hands grasped desperately at his shirt buttons, giving up after a short while and just pulling hard until they flew off in different directions. Greg ground his hips against Nick’s and fought a silent battle with the older man’s belt. Now hands were pressing hard against naked flesh, filling the air with the sounds of laboured breathing and soft moans.

Nick didn’t know where the lube came from; just woke suddenly from his gorgeous trance when a slick finger breached his entrance. He wanted to ask Greg what had happened. Wanted to say ‘hello’ and ‘how was your trip?,’ but despite his best efforts, the only sounds he could manage to push from between his parted lips were strangled moans. Instead, he gave up. Surrendered himself to the sensation of Greg’s hot breath on his neck; his free hand ghosting its way down his stomach and following the trail of hair from his navel downward. One finger was replaced by two and those stubborn moans still refused to turn into words.

Greg was speaking. Beautiful words so low in his voice that they were incoherent. Confessions of lust and love and addiction as he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with himself. Dizzy. He pushed in slowly, unsure of whether he was torturing himself or Nick. Maybe it was both. Probably, it was both. Everything together.

Everything together, and that’s what was happening. Slow rocking back and forth against the back of the door. Together. Wordless confessions of unconditional love and trust. Everything. Beautiful highs and mind-numbing release. Together. Slowing breaths and then,

“I missed you, Nicky.”