Title: His Shampoo
By: it-glitters
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: Beta'd by sanityunhinged
Summary: Ficlet blow job porn.

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You hate it when Nick stands this close.  You can't stand it when he does this - especially after he's taken a shower.  It's like he knows that the smell of his shampoo gives you a hard-on.

He's talking about something.  You assume it's important, but nothing's getting through.  You wish you understood, because you know he's going to ask you something before too long, and you're going to stand there.  He's going to know that you were not paying attention in the slightest.

He's touching you.  Why is he touching you?  You have absolutely no idea - you just assume it has something to do with what he's saying, but you just can't focus when he smells like that.

His hand is on your chest and you wonder if he can feel how hard your heart is beating.  You wonder if his heart is beating just as fast.  You hope it is.  You want to put your hand over his and just hold it there forever, but you know you can't.  You want to lace your fingers with his... And you can't think anymore, because his finger is dangerously close to your nipple, and now all you can think about is him wetting his fingers and pinching them.

You're hard, so you lean against the lab table.  You know he can see the beads of sweat that are forming on your forehead.  You wish that you could understand what he's saying... but you can't - and you're sure that his fingers have moved to your nipple.  What is his hand still doing there anyway?

"Greg?"

You finally look at him.  "Yes?" you reply.

"Have you heard a word I've said?"

That damn hand is still on your chest, and he's too close - the smell of his hair is making you crazy.  "Um... no..." You know you're blushing.

Nick slides his hand down your chest and rests his hand on your erection.  He raises an eyebrow at you and your mouth goes dry.  You try to say something - try to find a reason to explain your current situation, but you come up empty.

He moves his lips in dangerously close to yours and begins to whisper.  "Is this too close for you?  Should we move this somewhere else?"

You never expected him to say something like that.  And the way he said it... You know that he means to do something that you will truly enjoy.  You can't do anything more than nod.

He hands you a lab coat, which you stare at for a minute before realizing that you will need to wear it if you want to save face in the lab.  Walking around with your boner and Nick wouldn't be entirely appropriate. 

He motions for you to follow him and you end up in the janitor's storage closet.  He gives you a predatory stare before dropping to his knees and undoing your fly.  Your knees buckle the second his mouth is around your cock and you have to lean against the wall.  You really didn't expect this.  The last thing you honestly remember before the hand and the smell of shampoo was something about the DNA on the piece of gum you were analyzing.

You stop thinking about that stupid piece of gum and start thinking about the way Nick is sucking your cock.  He's good - really good.  He's done this before.

You tell yourself to stop thinking about all the cock Nick's sucked before yours and are just happy that he's sucking yours.  You focus in on the happy little noise he's making as you put your hands into his hair.  You leave one there and raise the other one to your nose and breathe in deep. 

You hear him unzipping his pants.  You didn't know that you turned him on so much.  If you had, you know you would have said something much sooner. 

You can hear him jerking himself off, and you can feel that he's breathing heavily through his nose.  You moan and your head slams against the wall as your fingers dig deeper into his scalp.  He opens his throat and takes you all in.

You want to warn him that you're about to come, but you can't.  Your eyes are rolling up in the back of your head and you don't even know how you're standing.  You jerk your body once and then you are flooding his mouth.

You stare down at him for a moment and think that he might be pissed, but you can tell in an instant that he's not.  In fact, he's loving it - he's opening his mouth and showing you your cum as he continues to jerk off.  You want to help him, but you can't move.  You're entranced by the way his throat moves as he swallows.  He moves and lets you watch as he finishes himself off, still crouched on the floor.

You love the look on his face when he comes, your name on his lips.  He's breathing even harder than you are now.  You decide to sit on the floor next to him and lean in for a kiss.  He kisses you back and, this time, you smell more than just the shampoo and the soap.  You smell him, you smell your sex.

And you never want to smell anything else ever again.

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