Title: Gotta Hand It To You
By: glo-starz
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC17
Summary: Nick gives Greg something he's always wanted . . . Thanks to hjonothan and sarahs_girl for betaing and essential_red for the insipration!

The room was almost dark, the only light was coming from Greg’s fish tank. They sat at opposite ends of the bed, legs crossed and hands on their knees, both completely naked.

“But it’s embarrassing, Greg.”

“Oh Nicky, it’s not like I’ve never seen you touch yourself or cum before.”

“I know, but G . . . I’ve never, you know . . . gone the whole way in front of anyone.” Nick blushed and stared at the comforter. “It’s just . . . you know, personal.”

“You like it when I jerk off for you, don’t you?” Greg asked.

“Of course I do. You’re so beautiful when you touch yourself. Your face as you cum is incredible. The noises you make, the way your hips move and your body responds to the pleasure you give yourself. Your eyes change, the way your face flushes. Man, it gets me going every time.”

Greg smiled, seeing that Nick was now rock hard despite his embarrassment.

“Well, if you do this for me now, I’ll do it for you in the morning.” Nick still looked unsure but his body was beginning to tell him he should do it, needed to do it. “Close your eyes. Take a few deep breaths, relax. Imagine you’re alone. What would you do?”

Nick began to take slow, deep breaths, started to feel calmer. His arousal had grown and now he needed to cum and if Greg wasn’t going to help him he would have to do it alone. Greg liked to jerk off for him, had filmed himself doing it and he loved it. He wanted to give this to Greg, embarrassing or not.

He opened his eyes and gazed at Greg, drinking in the sight of his naked body. Those eyes, that dirty mouth, his chest still bearing the bite marks from last night. His line of sight travelled further down and there between Greg’s crossed legs was his cock, hard and poking up, the tip flushed red and just visible.

The sight made Nick moan and he allowed his hands to move. His right trailed down his chest to his crotch. He reached for his balls, rubbing them gently. It felt good so he rolled them in his fingers, needing to feel more. A slow urgency, building to desperation began to flow through him as his arousal increased.

He let his left hand play over his chest, stoking his abs and pinching his nipples. He had an exquisite line between pleasure and pain and he knew exactly where and how to cross it. He moaned loudly as he increased the pressure of the pinch, feeling his nipples peak and a delicious heat pulse through them.

He removed his hand from his balls and moved it to his mouth, licked his palm, then let it return to his crotch where he wrapped it around his thick cock. He began to glide it up and down his shaft. His tip was flushed and precum had begun to leak from him. He let his fingers leave his nipples to fondle his slit, using the precum as lube.

He began to pant and moan as he played with his rock hard dick, his hips moving to thrust into his hands at an ever increasing pace. A thin sheen of sweat had begun to cover his body and his exposed skin had become rosy in colour. His eyes were open, his pupils dilated and dark.

Greg shuddered at the sight before him. Nick had never looked so beautiful or dirty in his entire life, stroking himself for Greg, showing Greg what he was like at his most private, most vulnerable. It wasn’t his intention but as he’d watched Nick like this, heard the noises he made, all he wanted to do was join in.

Whilst he kept his eyes focused on Nick and the hand tugging on his cock, Greg reached into his lap and began to jerk himself off. He matched Nick stroke for stroke, letting his thumb rub circles around the tip as his palm and fingers stroked up and down. They watched each other, hands gliding over their erections, precum making their movements smooth and sending sparks from their groins that reached their balls, belly and brain. Panting and moans filled the room. All Greg could do was watch Nick, felt his own body shudder and writhe as ecstasy and adrenaline pumped through his veins. The bite marks on his chest burned and a delicious ache had begun in his balls.

“Christ, Nicky. You’re so beautiful.” Greg tugged faster, desperate to catch up with Nick. “Waited . . . too long . . . to see you . . . like this.”

Nick couldn’t reply. He was long beyond speech. The sight of Greg masturbating along with him pushed him rapidly towards orgasm. The fact that he could turn Greg on so much just made the pleasure more intense.

Nick threw his head back, panting and bucking his hips, so close he could practically feel his cum pushing up his cock. He looked at Greg. Greg’s eyes were glazed, focused completely on Nick. His face, neck and chest were flushed a delicate pink but the tips of his ears were bright red. His hair, spiky at the start, was starting to lay flat as sweat gathered on his body. His nipples were two rosy peaks and his cock was rock hard and leaking. Nick could never get tired of that sight.

He focused on Greg’s hands. Long, agile fingers wrapped around his long, thick shaft, teasing the underside ridge, rubbing over the tip. Those delicate fingers that had touched him like that a thousand times. He looked up to Greg’s face, bringing his eyes level with his lips. They were parted and moist soft sounds of pleasure and shallow panting breaths escaping from between them.

Nick remembered all the things those fingers and that mouth and tongue had done to him and it was too much. The tightness inside him broke, waves of his orgasm crashed through him and he thrusted into his hand, his back leaving the pillows.

“Yes . . . yes . . . fuck!” Nick screamed as he came, painting his chest with his warm, creamy essence and then he collapsed back onto the pillows once more. After a couple of deep breaths he opened his eyes and once again looked at Greg. His Greg. As he masturbated in front of him.

“Finish for me, Sunshine.”

Greg’s eyes closed and he let his head fall backwards, so close to cumming but the fall from the precipice not yet wanted.

“What . . . made you . . . finish?”

“What?” Nick asked, wondering why Greg would want to know that when he was that close to orgasm.

“What . . . made you . . . cum?”

”G, I don’t think now . . .”

“Tell me . . . Nicky.”

“You.” Nick blushed. “The thought of your hands and mouth on me and your face and body as you masturbate for me.”

“Oh fuck . . .” Greg shuddered, felt his whole body tense, his pleasure as high as it could go. “Oh, Nicky . . . want to . . . cum . . . for you.” And Greg gave in, let the delicious tremors of his orgasm flood his body, felt himself cry out, his hips thrust erratically. His breathing was harsh and ragged as he began to bask in the afterglow of his completion.

When he looked up Nick was smiling at him softly, a gentle blush gracing his face. Greg crawled to the head of the bed and tangled himself around Nick. He rested his head on Nick’s chest.

“Beautiful, Nicky.” Greg yawned. Nick held him tight as his breathing changed and felt his eyelashes as they brushed his chest and Greg’s eyes closed.

“Yes, Sunshine. You certainly are.”