Title: Illusions
By: flipflopadd1ct
Pairing: one-sided Nick/Greg & Greg/OMCs
Challenge: 15 Movie
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: The illusions get him by.
Movie: Fight Club
A/N: Okay, this came to me while reading the book, but that still counts!

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Arms, chests, abs, legs. Eyes, lips, fingers, cocks. All different, yet all the same.

Greg would weave his way through the dance floor, stopping every so often to grind or dance with a random guy. Sometimes they'd take it farther, sometimes Greg would leave them after five minutes. They'd whisper their names into his ear, but they all sounded the same.

"I'm Jack." I'm Nick.

"The name's Rob." The name's Nick.

"Luke." Nick.

Tyler, Steven, John, Matt, Derek, Danny. Endless names, night after night. Club after club, bar after bar. In Greg's mind, they did not exist. All were Nick.

Nick was the blonde sucking Greg's cock, Nick was the guy with jet black hair fucking Greg with all his might. Nick was Greg's hand as he jacked off.

Each new guy gave Greg what he was looking for: release, consolation, relief, if only for one night. Relief from the pressures of the job, relief from wanting one man too much.

Nick was out of reach, but in Mick or Mike or Mitch or whoever the hell he was kissing now, Greg could imagine Nick being there with him, on him, in him. Maybe, just maybe, if he kept playing out his fantasy it would come true.

"I'm Jason." I'm Nick.

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