Title: Hay Loft
By: BflyW
Summary: Nick's sister and brother get to see more than they had expected when Nick and Greg makes a visit to the ranch.
Betaed by the wonderful Kennedy! Thank you, vennen!
Characters: Nick, Greg
Genres: romance, humor
Rating: NC17
Warnings: none

Deb was crawling up the ladder right behind her brother Michael. "Hurry up, you old man," she says, laughing at him as she prepares to jump the last step up into the hay loft.

"Speak for yourself," he replies, giving her his hand to help her up beside him.

"Wow, it's been a long time since I've been up here."

"Yeah, I don't think I've been up here since I was a teenager. I used to take my girlfriends up here, though, they used to think it was romantic!"

"I know," she grins.

"How do you know? You didn't spy on me, did you?"

"No, Sue told me. She was my friend, you know."

"Yeah, well she taught me never to date any of your friends ever again, that's for sure."

Shifting to find a comfortable position in the stiff hay, Deb complains about not being a teenager anymore. "I don't remember the hay ever being this itchy."

Michael sits beside her on the bale, and makes a face. "Nah, I guess we were more enthusiastic then, we didn't let itchiness stop us from what we wanted."

"A lot has changed since then."

"Sure has."

Her face darkens. "I'm glad he's still with us. Michael, I couldn't.... I wouldn't have..."

She doesn't have to say who, or what event is she referring to.

"I know," Michael sighs. "Me too. We nearly...." He can't finish the sentence.

"I want him to be safe, and happy."

"So do I. But he is. He seems happy with Greg."

"Yeah. They're cute together."

"Have you told them that?" Michael laughs.

"That they're cute? No way. Nick would kill me."

The sound of feet walking towards the barn at a fast pace float up to them, and Deb moves close to the edge of the loft to see who is coming.

The door slams open and two figures fall within. They hit the wall opposite with a thud. Nick pins Greg against the wood, kissing him fiercely. Greg attacks him back, and throws his leg around Nick's hips.

Deb opens her mouth to warn them they're not alone, but her mouth is instantly covered by her brother's large hand.

"Hey... get down on the ground, so they don't see you."

"But..." she protests as soon as he removes his hand, not able to draw her eyes away from the scene played out in front of her. Nick's hands are under Greg's shirt, and Greg is working on Nicks' button down fly.

"Happy, remember?"

"But..."

"No buts, don't say a word. Let them have their moment, and they won't even know we were here."

She knows Nick would be mortified if he knew, either way, so against her better judgement she slips down to the floor wordlessly.

A name moaned lustily in their brother's voice reverberates in their hiding place, and Deb finds herself getting flustered, and embarrassed at the same time. It's her brother having sex for Christ's sake. She isn't supposed to find that somewhat hot, it's supposed to be creepy.

"But..." She tries once more to protest.

"Just don't look." Michael is keeping his eyes to the floor.

"Okay," she whispers back, ripping her eyes away from the men entwined below her. She locks eyes with her elder brother, recognizing the same embarrassment at being privy to this most private of moments shining there she can feel in her own heart.

"I thought I had seen it all in Brokeback Mountain," Michael murmurs to her, making her chuckle before she pulls herself together. Luckily the increasing sounds of sex mask her laugh.

"Fuck, Nick," Greg's voice begs.

"You want me?"

"Yeah."

"Say it."

"Yeah."

"Louder."

"Yes, I want you Nicky, I want you to fuck me so hard..."

Deb can't look her brother in the eyes anymore and lays her head in her arms.

"You feel this?" Nick's voice had a husky tone she never had heard before. It was low and raw, and crisp with sex.

"So good."

"You like it?"

"Love it."

"You want more?"

"I want you."

Deb shifts uncomfortably where she lies.

"You want me to do what?"

"I want you to fuck me"

She had to open an eye, just one....

"Right here, right now?"

"Please, Nick. Do it now."

She could see Greg had turned his face towards the wall. His shirt was ripped off and Nick was biting his neck. Their bodies were undulating in a dance of unison.

Nick took a step to the side, giving her direct sight to Greg's back, revealing a landscape of scars she never even knew existed.

A gasp slipped from her mouth, and a sound at her left told her she wasn't the only one peeking.

It was another reminder of how close the two men had been to losing each other.

Previously loud, Nick and Greg are now moving in complete silence. Flesh hits against flesh as Nick pushes in and Greg pushes back to meet his every movement.

Deb's eyes tear up as she now watches the act of love, unable to tear herself away.

Five more thrusts, and they both cry out their release. Turning around to embrace his lover, Greg throws his head back, his mouth open, his eyes closed as Nick breathes kisses on his collar bone. Still high from orgasm, he finds his partners mouth and kisses him deeply. Nick let himself fall to the ground, letting his hands glide down to Greg's hip, leaning his forehead against his thigh. Greg leans his head back against the wall, opens his eyes and stares straight into Deb's.

"Fuck!" he yelps.

"Wha'..." Nick turns to follow his gaze. He curses even louder than his boyfriend. "What are you doing here? Get out!"

"We were here first," she says stupidly, reverting as if to being children again.

"You could have said something," he squeals like a five year old, pulling his pants up in a hurry.

"And interrupted that? No way."

Nick sighs and duck his head, leaving it downcast for almost a minute before he raises his eyes to meet hers. "At least tell me.....," his mouth curls in a tiny smile, "did we put on a good show?"

"The best, little bro, the best!"

-The End-