Title: Filthy Gorgeous
By: geekwriter
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Summary: For the Fic-a-thon of Dooooooom! Basically, the idea was to write something dirtier than you ever had before. My taboos included voyeurism, exhibitionism, mild BDSM, sex toys, and role play.

"Hey," Nick said as he dropped his keys in the tray on the hall table. "When'd you get home?"

Greg was sitting on the living room sofa with the lights dimmed, listening to music. Nick didn't recognize the song but liked its slow, intense rhythms.

"Five minutes ago. How was court?"

"Went good. Think I got my point across."

Greg nodded and grinned as Nick loosened his tie.

"What?" Nick asked, suddenly self-conscious.

"You know I think you look hot in a suit."

Nick rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well, I can't wait to get into normal clothes again. These things always feel like they're choking me." He yanked on his tie again and pulled it free, turning towards their bedroom.

"Wait," Greg said. "Do that here."

Nick turned to look at him. "What?"

"Take your clothes off," Greg said. He stretched his legs out and shot Nick a lazy grin. "Right here. I wanna watch."

Nick grinned back and slipped his suit coat off his shoulders. He draped it over the back of an armchair and stepped into the center of the room. He popped the top button of his white button-down shirt, undid the rest of it slowly. He blushed as Greg licked his lips.

"Christ, you're pretty."

Nick rolled his eyes as he began to unfasten his pants.

"Hey, I'm just stating a fact. That's good. Nice and slow, just like that." Greg spread his legs and slid one hand between them, stroking his cock through his jeans.

Nick toed off his shoes, slid his pants slowly down his thighs. He let them drop to the floor, stepped out of them, and took off his socks. He was wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs, which he didn't remove. He knew Greg liked to do that himself.

"Turn around. Slow. Let me look at you."

Nick closed his eyes as he began to turn. He didn't know how something so simple could feel so dirty or so good. He knew Greg was looking at him, at his arms and his chest, his ass, his legs. He knew Greg was thinking about all the things he could do to Nick's body later, all the things he would do.

He'd learned pretty quickly that Greg liked to watch, liked to admire him. What took Nick longer to learn was that he liked to be admired. No one had ever looked at him the way Greg did, and while baring himself so completely still embarrassed him a bit, it also turned him on. He was getting hard just from the way Greg was looking at him, and he knew as he turned back to face Greg that his arousal was obvious.

"Come here," Greg whispered, holding out his hand.

Nick stepped forward and took Greg's hand in his own, let Greg pull him closer. He closed his eyes as he felt Greg's free hand rest on his hip, stroke down over the black cotton, stroke up towards his stomach and chest.

"Turn around."

Nick turned slowly, felt Greg's hands cup his ass. Then Greg stood, his fingers ghosting over Nick's skin, making him shiver. He wrapped his arms around Nick's waist and kissed the back of his neck.

"Missed you," Greg whispered.

"Missed you, too." They'd seen each other nearly all day every day, but it had been nearly a week since they'd had time to really be alone.

Greg slid his hands up Nick's chest, pinched his nipples. Nick sighed and let his head fall back against Greg's shoulder.

"You want your clamps?" Greg asked, kissing Nick's temple.

"Mmm." Nick nodded, let Greg take his hand and lead him to the bedroom.

Nick stripped the covers off the bed while Greg pulled the toy box out of the closet. It was a blue plastic tub that looked perfectly innocent until you opened it. Inside were restraints, vibrators, porn movies, dildos, blindfolds, and other assorted sex toys. The glint of the chain that connected the nipple clamps made Nick bite his lip in anticipation. He'd always known that he liked a little pain with his pleasure, he just hadn't felt comfortable enough to explore it with anyone until Greg.

Greg tossed the clamps onto the bed along with a bottle of lube and Nick's favorite dildo, just the perfect length to hit the sweet spot every time.

"Take those off, too," Greg said as he stood and leaned against the wall. "I wanna watch you fuck yourself."

Nick pulled his boxer briefs down with trembling hands. He was completely hard. He reached down to stroke himself, but stopped when Greg shook his head.

"Not until I tell you."

Nick nodded and climbed up onto the bed, settling back on his heels. He picked the clover clamps up by the steel chain that connected them, fastened one over his left nipple, pulled the chain gently to tighten it, and then repeated the same movements on the right. He felt the tingle spread down from his nipples into his groin, making him rock his hips. He gave the chain another pull, tightening the clamps further. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment and he shuddered at the sweet ache.

Greg was still leaning against the wall, one hand rubbing himself through his jeans, the other hand stroking his stomach. His eyes traveled slowly over Nick's body, and he moistened his lips and smiled.

Nick picked up the dildo and stroked it, then raised it to his lips. He licked slowly from the base to the tip, parted his lips and sucked it into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the head just like he would if it had been Greg's cock in his mouth. He slid down on it slowly, twisting his head, taking his time. When he finally pulled back to the tip again, he looked up and saw that Greg had pushed his hips away from the wall and was rocking against his hand.

"Pretty fucking mouth," Greg murmured, his eyelids partly closed, his breath coming quickly.

Nick pulled off the dildo and stroked his hand down it, then reached for the lube. He slicked it up, reached behind him to work some lube into his hole. Then he leaned forward so that he was on his knees and one hand as he gently eased the dildo inside. It was thick and it burned just a bit as it slid in, but it felt so, so good.

He rocked his body back and forth as he fucked himself, closed his eyes, moaned as the chain connecting his nipple clamps swung and caused sparks of pleasure-pain to shoot through him.

He heard Greg's clothing rustle as it hit the floor, could feel Greg was coming closer to him without even having to look up. He was fucking himself hard with the dildo, his cock so hard he was aching to touch it, was fucking himself right there in front of Greg, letting Greg see him so turned on and open and vulnerable.

"Beautiful," Greg whispered. His low voice made Nick moan--he loved the sound of Greg's voice. "Can't take my eyes off you. No one could. God, thinking about people watching you, thinking about you up on a stage, in a spotlight, fucking yourself like this. Everyone in the audience would be hard, stroking themselves, wishing they were fucking you."

Nick shuddered at the thought.

"You like that? You want everyone to watch you?"

Nick nodded. "Yes." The word was a shaky breath.

"You want everyone to see what a hungry little slut you are? Want them to watch you fucking yourself with that big cock?"

Nick nodded.

"They're all watching you," Greg whispered. "You're on a circular stage in the middle of a dark room. The only light's on you. You're just like this, on your hands and knees, fucking yourself. Every guy in the audience has his cock out and is stroking it, watching you. You're so fucking hot. They can't believe how bad you want it, how much you need a cock up your ass. They all want to fuck you. You want that? You want all those guys to fuck you?"

Nick whimpered as he continued to pump the dildo in and out of his ass.

"Yeah," Greg whispered, rubbing the hollow between Nick's shoulder blades. "They're all gonna fuck you. The first one comes up, slides that dildo out of your ass, shoves his cock hard inside you. Does it feel good?"

"Yes."

Greg slid his hand down Nick's back, took the dildo in his hand and began to fuck Nick with it. Nick dropped down onto his elbows, back arched, ass in the air.

"You can't even see him, don't know what he looks like, just know that his cock's inside you and he's fucking you nice and slow." Greg's voice was low and smooth and he rubbed the small of Nick's back with one hand as he gripped the dildo in the other. "He comes inside you, right in your ass, and the next guy steps up. You're gonna get fucked all night, gonna be dripping with come by morning. They come in your ass and on your face and in your mouth, and you lap it off of the floor of the stage. You're so fucking hot, such a dirty little whore."

Nick whimpered and reached one hand beneath him. Greg slapped it away.

"Don't touch. You don't come until I tell you. Ten guys have fucked you already. Does it feel good?"

"Yeah," Nick panted.

"How does it feel? What do you feel like?"

"I'm a slut," Nick whimpered, "a whore."

"You like that? You like being a whore?"

"Yes. God. Greg, please."

"Please what?"

"Touch me. I need it."

"Not yet."

Nick bit his lip but couldn't stifle his groan. Greg moved into position between Nick's legs, slid the dildo out and slid his own cock into Nick's as in one smooth motion.

"Fuck." Nick pushed up onto his hands, fingers digging into the mattress as Greg gripped his hips and slammed into him.

"You like that?" Greg asked. "You like me or the silicone cock better?"

"You," Nick gasped.

"You sure about that?"

Nick nodded, twisting the sheet in his hands.

"You're on that stage getting fucked by fifteen, twenty guys. You think you'd know it which one was me?"

He nodded again. "Yes. Fuck. You're the one...fuck, Greg, so good. You're the one who fucks me perfect, knows what I need."

Greg slid his hands beneath Nick's shoulders, tugged on them until they were both kneeling, Nick's back against Greg's chest.

"Love to watch you," Greg whispered in Nick's ear, "but can't keep my hands off you." He slid those hands up Nick's chest, tugged on the nipple clamps, then released them without warning. Nick cried out as the blood began rushing back, making his nipples throb and burn. "Love how bad you need it," he panted. His rubbed his palms over Nick's nipples, making him cry out once again. "Love how you give me everything you have."

"Love how you take it," Nick gasped, rolling his hips, making sure Greg's cock rubbed against his prostate with every thrust. He was so close to grabbing his cock without permission, but sometimes it seemed that Greg could read his mind. Greg wrapped his fist around Nick's cock and pumped a few times as he bit Nick's shoulder. Nick shuddered and came hard, come shooting out in an arc across the sheets.

Nick went weak and wanted to collapse but Greg held him close, crushed Nick against him, held on tight as his hips bucked wildly again and again. Finally he grunted, bit Nick's shoulder again, and came. The two of them collapsed together, a tangle of sticky, sweaty limbs.

Nick dozed for a while, then woke as he felt Greg pulling a sheet over them. "Hey, you," he whispered.

"Hey," Greg said. He brushed Nick's hair off his forehead before leaning down for a gentle kiss. "Did you get a chance to go over the estimate from the landscaper?"

Nick nodded as Greg settled into his arms. He stroked Greg's back and breathed in his scent. "It's kinda steep. I mean, $8,000?"

"It's not that bad, not for what they'll be putting in. Plus, with the xeriscaping we'll save tons on water in the long run."

"I still think I'd rather have grass and trees."

"That's so environmentally irresponsible."

Nick sighed. "I know. I just...I like grass and trees. We can't have any?"

Greg snuggled closer to Nick, his breathing slowing. "I don't know. We'll talk to her about it, OK?"

Nick nodded and kissed the top of Greg's head. "OK. Night."

Greg didn't respond; he was already fast asleep.