Title: Intermission
By: flipflopadd1ct
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Nick and Greg sneak out of a movie to have a little fun.

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"This is so much better than the movie," Nick murmured as he pressed Greg against the blue tile wall.

Greg swallowed, nodding, and lifted his head so his neck was exposed to Nick's mouth.


They had abandoned the crappy action flick to make out in the (luckily) empty bathroom. Nick had found himself falling asleep when Greg had leaned over, lips brushing Nick's ear, and whispered "I'm horny." Greg had winked, then quickly got up and left the theater with Nick right on his heels.

"Mmm. Be my superhero, Nick," Greg said with a cheesy grin. Nick chuckled and kissed Greg on the lips again. Greg wrapped an arm around Nick's back and pulled him closer, their bodies pressed tightly against each other, heat spreading from every point they touched.

Greg rolled his hips into Nick, a move he usually saved for the few times they made it to a club. The subtle shift always drove Nick crazy and this was no different as he felt his cock grow even harder, confined in his jeans. Greg's erection was as insistent as his own. Their combined arousal was getting to be too much to bear.

"We can't finish here," Nick panted, breaking the kiss.

"Yes we can," Greg groaned, his hand traveling over Nick's back and straying towards his waistband.

Greg reached for Nick's zipper but Nick stopped him. If anyone walked in and saw them naked they'd be thrown out for sure and probably arrested which would lead to a whole slew of problems that Nick didn't even want to think about.

"I'm just unzipping them. Your cock's gotta hurt by now. I know mine does," Greg said as he reached into Nick's pants and grabbed Nick's cock through his boxers. The way Greg knew just how and where to touch him never ceased to amaze Nick. His eyes rolled back into his head as Greg slowly, slowly moved his palm up and down, slowly enough to feel every vein and each detail on the head.

"This so good. You're so good, fucking good," Nick gasped

When Greg moved to latch onto Nick's leg, his wet tongue brought Nick back down to Earth and Nick realized that Greg's pants were still on. He pulled them open and slipped them down just far enough so they wouldn't fall down but Nick could still reach Greg's cock.

Wordlessly, they communicated their desire. Greg thrust his hips forward, their cocks sliding together between two thin layers of the softest fabric, and both knew they wouldn't last long. Their kiss had intensified past the point of desire and into full-blown lust, the heat in the room rising higher and higher. Greg moved his hips like that again and Nick shouted out loud. Greg, his hands gripping Nick's pelvic lines just under his shirt, grinned and did it again, slowly and tantalizingly. Time seemed to slow down, and as soon as the heated steel of Greg's shaft was no longer touching Nick's own, he lost control and came into his boxers. The wet sensation against Greg's cock was all it took for him to come, too, as he pressed himself against Nick once more.

They let their breathing slow down, Greg's head on Nick's shoulder as Greg slowly stroked their softening cocks. Suddenly, they heard voices come near and they quickly hurried to the urinals, grinning to themselves as three other unsuspecting men entered the bathroom.

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