Title: Lead the Way
By: glo-starz
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC17
Summary: After a hard day at work Warrick and Nick invite Greg for an evening out, and Nick gets rather more than he bargained for. Ok, so I've said action, but there's really not *that* much, more moment of adventure as my wonderful beta puts it!!! But here's my effort to stem the flow of angst!!!

Greg sat on the sofa in the break room, his hands shaking with need. He hadn’t had sex in months and now even masturbation and his porn and toy collection weren’t helping anymore. He’d jerked off six times since getting up this morning - three of them whilst waiting for results in the lab – and he could still feel lust bubbling through his veins.

He shifted uncomfortably, he’d had a constant semi all day and he knew the only thing that would get rid of this burning ache pulsing through his body and pooling in his groin was sex. Hot, fast, sweaty sex. He let out a sigh and put his head in his hands.

“What I wouldn’t give to get fucked right now.”

His hands dropped to his thighs and he leant back, letting his head drop over the back of the sofa. His left hand slipped down to his crotch, palming his now rock hard cock through the denim. His head swam with images of him on his knees, bent over, facing a wall and many other interesting and fulfilling positions. He let out a frustrated moan and then walked over to the coffee machine, putting on a pot of Blue Hawaiian.

“Hey, Greggo!” Nick burst into the break room, all energy and smiles. Greg just lifted a hand and waved at him.

“What’s goin’ on, G? You’re not yourself tonight. You look kinda flushed. Are you sick?” Nick reached a palm towards Greg’s forehead and Greg swatted it away.

‘Of course my face is flushed,’ he thought, ‘I’m so fucking horny I was just feeling myself up in the break room!’

But instead he said:

“The lab’s a little warm. Thought I’d pop out for a coffee.”

“Oh. Ok.” Nick placed his mug next to Greg’s, adding sugar and cream. “Fill her up, G.”

When the coffee was brewed, Greg poured a cup for himself and a cup for Nick before taking his and sitting at the table. He cradled his head in his right hand and pushed a few grains of salt around with his left.

“G, you look like you could use a night out.” Greg looked up at Nick, considering his idea. “Me and ‘Rick are going to a bar after work, my choice so first round is on me. Want to come?”

“Sure. Hell, I might even meet someone to solve my ‘little problem’.”

”Problem? Something is wrong isn’t it. What’s up? Are you sick? Is there a problem here? At home? Is there anything I can do?”

“Not unless you wanna fuck me,” Greg giggled out before he could stop himself. He was surprised that his confession actually felt . . . good. Nick spat his coffee over the table.

“Wh . . . wh . . .what?” Greg laughed at Nick’s reaction.

”My ‘little problem’ is that I haven’t gotten laid in months. And I need it. Bad.”

“But . . . you said . . . fuck me . . . are you . . . did you just come out to me, Greg? Are you gay?”

Greg’s face went even redder and he nodded.

“Yeah. Is this going to cause a problem?” Greg sounded so nervous, so young. Nick looked at him, seeing nothing but vulnerability in his soft, brown eyes.

“Nah, G, not at all. Just a little unexpected is all. How’s about we let you choose the bar? Seems like your need is . . . well . . .greater than ours?” Nick laughed, then frowned, an image of him bending Greg over the sofa in his flat briefly flashed behind his eyes.

“Ok, how about Vintage? Meet you there an hour after shift? Gotta go home first and get my groove on!” Greg stood up and wriggled around. “See you there!” Nick nodded as Greg danced out of the room, back to DNA. All he could think was:

What have I let myself in for? And where the hell did that come from?

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As usual, Nick had chosen the short straw and was therefore the designated driver for the evening. He drove Warrick to Vintage and they parked up and walked to the door, waiting for Greg who had turned down a lift.

“So, Nicky, anything you want to tell me?” Warrick raised his eyebrows at Nick.

“No, why?” Nick looked at him, puzzled.

“Vintage, Nick? Vintage?”

“Oh! Right.” Nick considered his options. It wasn’t up to him to out his friend, but what could he say instead? Say he chose it but had no idea what it was? But then he and Warrick had had a case here last month and there was no way he’d fall for that. Say he wanted to see what it was like without a dead body on the floor? Nah, he’d know he was lying. “Well . . .”

At that moment, Greg came swinging round the corner, smiling and dancing to some tune in his head that only he could hear. He waved and ran over to them. Nick and Warrick just gazed, stunned at the sight before them. He was wearing tartan combats, knee high rock boots and a skin-tight black t-shirt. He had eyeliner and nail varnish on and his spikes had been tipped with glow in the dark paint.

“Hey, guys. You found the place then? Oh, but you had a case here last month didn’t you, that was a really weird one. The one with the headless guy and the screwdriver? Man, that was insane! Did you know . . .”

Nick was laughing to himself, hearing Greg shoot his mouth off. He always did that when he was nervous.

“Greg!” Nick shouted, wandering towards the stunned lab rat and stopped right by his shoulder. “Easy,” he whispered.

“Sorry . . . just . . .” He gestured to Warrick. “You know.”

“Hey.” Nick placed a hand on Greg’s shoulder. Both were shocked by the electricity passing from Nick’s fingertips to Greg’s shoulder, making them suck in a breath. “I haven’t said anything. That’s up to you. But the fact he’s here, with us, at Vintage and he hasn’t run off?” Nick turned Greg to face him and carried on whispering. “It’s gonna be fine. Trust me.” And Greg did, completely.

“It’s my fault, Warrick. Nick let me choose where we went. So I guess the first round is on me.”

”Sounds good. But why here, Sanders? Somethin’ you need to say?”

Greg took a deep breath.

’Why is this so much harder than coming out to Nicky? That just happened and it felt good. But this is terrifying! he thought.

“Uh, yeah.” He ran his hand through his spikes and took a deep, steadying breath. “I’m . . . uh . . . I’m gay, Rick. Hope that’s not a problem.”

Warrick looked at him silently for what seemed like an eternity. Greg began to shake so Nick started to rub reassuring circles on his back. Greg concentrated on the feel of his toes in his shoes as Nick’s touch was waking up parts of his body he’d only just managed to put to sleep. He could feel his nipples peaking and his cock beginning to get heavy as extra blood flooded the area. What was that about?

“Nah.” Warrick’s mouth broke into a huge smile. “Think I kinda figured that out actually. Still, pleased you could be honest with me.”

Greg let out a huge sigh of relief and smiled at Nick.

“Thanks man, that wasn’t as hard as I thought. Now, can we get into the club? I have a mission to complete!” Nick laughed and pushed Greg ahead of him.

“Lead the way.” Warrick looked at Nick, confused. “I’ll fill you in when we’ve got a beer.”

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An hour and a half later and Nick and Warrick were ensconced at a table and had lost Greg to the dance floor. All they could see was the occasional flash of glow in the dark spikes as he threw himself around.

“Man, I had no idea about Sanders. How come you did?” Nick asked Warrick.

“Don’t know, he just gave off a vibe.” Warrick looked out to the dance floor, laughing when he saw Greg wrapped round some blue haired skater. “And I would’ve pegged that as the kinda guy he’d have gone for too.”

Warrick pointed the neck of his bottle towards the two, entwined and lip locked on the dance floor. Nick followed the line of the bottle and chuckled at the sight.

“So, what was his mission anyway?”

“Ah. That.” Nick put his bottle down and began to peel off the label. “No way to put this delicately. He wants to get laid. Apparently it’s been a while.”

“Not surprised with a guy like Sanders.” Warrick laughed. “Can you imagine what the guy would be like as a lover? Jesus, you’d never make it out of bed, you’d be so tired and sore.”

Warrick was in peals of laughter, but for some reason, Nick’s mind had stuck on the phrase ‘Can you imagine what the guy would be like as a lover?’. His head was filled with pictures of Greg moaning and panting, slick with sweat, screaming out Nick’s name as he came. Nick could feel his cock stiffen and his face flush. What the hell was going on?

Greg chose that moment to bounce over, the blue haired skater in tow. When they reached the table the skater went off to the bar and Greg slid in beside Nick.

“Wow.” Greg reached across the table to grab a handful of Warrick’s fries that had been abandoned as he and Nick chatted. “He is gorgeous!” Greg was bouncing and grinning. “Good kisser and large hands. Always a good combination.”. Warrick was once again in fits of laughter. “Better get into the house before him though. Need to hide my . . . um . . . emergency entertainment.”

“Emergency entertainment? And you’re taking him home with you?” Nick asked, incredulous.

“Emergency entertainment - porn, sex toys . . . the usual. And of course I am. Look at him.” Greg giggled. He had already had a few too many and he was in the over sharing and giggly stage. Two more and he’d be at the lustful and desperate stage. And combine that with already being lustful and desperate and it was just asking for trouble. “Stunning, toned, and let me tell you, there’s enough there to make me scream.”

Warrick was thumping his hand on the table and practically choking at Greg’s words. Nick however had gone pale. He couldn’t figure out why, but the thought of Greg’s emergency entertainment had excited him, but the idea of this guy going home with Greg? It just made him angry.

“Uh, Greg, are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“What, hiding the emergency entertainment? You mean leave it out and see what happens? Hell, Nicky, I had no idea you were so kinky!” That, once again, set Warrick off.

“No, not that. I mean, taking him home.” Greg blinked at Nick a few times, a strange expression on his face.

“It’s not like I’ve never done this before Nicky. You’ve picked up girls in clubs before, right?” Nick nodded. “This is just the same.”

“Only it’s not.” Warrick’s head whipped round to Nick.

“What you on about Nick? Course it is. Only thing strange about it is that it’s Sanders taking someone home.” Warrick began to laugh once again and Greg pretended to be upset. “So, you gonna introduce us?”

The skater walked back over with two beers, passed one to Greg then took a swig from his.

“Guys this is Sam. Sam, this is Nick and Warrick.” He waved at them. “And I’m taking him back on the dance floor.” And Greg pulled the skater with him and they were gone in a blur of glow in the dark and blue spikes.

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An hour later and Warrick had had to bail. Tina had called about some kind of crisis so he paid his half of the tab and went. Nick stayed where he was, watching Greg. He wasn’t happy about Greg with this Sam guy. Something about it just seemed wrong. Both Greg and Nick had carried on drinking and were now thoroughly wasted, well beyond driving and Nick knew he would have to get a cab home. But he didn’t want to go yet. Something just felt off.

Greg came back over to the table, very wobbly on his feet and being supported by Sam. They stopped for a long drawn out kiss, right in front of Nick. Eyes closed, heads tilted, bodies pressed together as tightly as possible, tongues snaking in and out of each others mouths. Greg was making little moans and whimpers as he pushed his crotch into Sam’s. When they broke apart for air Greg was panting and flushed. Sam excused himself to go to the gents and Greg leant against the table smiling.

“Enjoying yourself there, Greg?” For some reason, Nick’s eyes had immediately been drawn to Greg’s crotch where he had been startled to discover he was sporting a rather large erection.

“Hmmm?” Greg looked down where Nick was pointing. “Oh!” He dived into Warrick’s side of the table and blushed. “Sorry. It’s been a while, you know? Kinda lost control of it.”

“No worries, man.” Nick could feel his own cock stiffening after the little display and his pulse rate increasing rapidly. “Know the feeling myself,” he said. Oh yeah, I’ve definitely lost control of my cock. “Just never seen a guy with . . . well, you know.”

Greg looked up at Nick, giddy and drunk and grinning.

“Aw Nicky, you just have to ask. I’d let you do a lot more than look.”

He leant right over the table until he was practically whispering the words onto Nick’s lips. Nick felt himself shudder, felt his cock begin to leak. The idea of feeling that hot mouth of Greg’s around his swollen dick was the only thing in his mind until Sam reappeared.

“Coming?” Sam snapped at Greg. Nick looked up at him, he had been smiling when he left the table but now? He just looked pissed.

“Everything ok, Sam?” Nick asked.

“Yeah, just think it’s about time we were going.”

Sam grabbed Greg by the arm and pulled him, but Greg was a little too drunk to notice just how physical Sam was being. Nick, however didn’t miss a thing.

As Sam dragged Greg from the club he followed at a discreet distance. He wasn’t at all surprised when instead of taking Greg to the taxi rank he pulled him around the corner of the club into an alley. Nick poked his head around the corner in time to see Sam slam Greg into the wall and pin him there with one arm. He began to unbuckle Greg’s trousers with the other.

“You’re a little cock tease, you know that?” He pulled Greg’s trousers down to his ankles and used his knee to force his legs apart. “What did you think you were doing, getting so near to that guy?”

Greg was beginning to feel scared. He’d never been in this kind of situation drunk before. Normally he kept his faculties about him when he went out on the prowl.

“S . . . S . . . Sam, what’re you doin?”

“You need to be taught a lesson, winding guys up when you already have someone waiting.”

“What are you talking about?” Greg knew there was no reasoning with the guy. Something had tripped his switch and now he was going to cop it because of it. He should have listened to Nick. “Sam, please, don’t do this.”

“You were up for it a minute ago. What’s changed now? You’re just a cheap little whore, you know that?” And Sam spun Greg around, slapping him across the face as he did. He freed his cock from his boxers, tugging it out through the zipper. He shoved Greg down, hard, so hard his knees made a sickening thud as they hit the floor. “Now get on your knees and suck it.”

“I’d stop right there if I were you.” Watching the scene play out had sobered Nick up, and there was no way in hell this guy was going to hurt Greg. “LVPD, get away from him.” He flashed his badge and watched as Sam’s angry face turned to a look of panic.

Sam looked from Nick to Greg and then ran. Nick let him go and ran to Greg instead. Greg was on his knees, his hands slumped to his sides and his head bowed down. Nick gently cradled him in his arms as a few silent tears rolled down his cheeks.

“Sorry, Nick,” he whispered.

“What for? That wasn’t your fault. That guy was an asshole.” Nick gently wiped the tears from Greg’s cheeks and then stood up. “Come on buddy. Pull your pants up. I’m taking you back to mine.”

Nick turned around while Greg pulled himself together then pulled him into a hug as they walked to the taxi rank.

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The cab ride home had been completely silent. Greg had pulled himself together quickly and was no longer crying and as he walked into Nick’s apartment, a smile even graced his lips. Nick moved to the kitchen, turning on the kettle and getting down some mugs.

“Get yourself comfy on the couch, G. There’s a blanket on the back. Wrap yourself up. I’ll be with you in ten.” Greg turned around and pulled the blanket down, removed his boots then curled up on the sofa.

“Thanks Nicky,” he said. “I should have listened to you.”

“Oh, G,” he shouted from the kitchen. “Don’t be stupid. You had no way of knowing that guy was a psycho. And I have no idea why I freaked out when you said you were taking him home.”

“Thanks though, Nicky. I can’t believe I was so stupid. I never get drunk when I go out on the pull.” He shook his head slowly.

“But it shouldn’t be like that, G.” Nick walked back into the lounge with two mugs of hot chocolate. “You should be safe to go out and have fun. It’s weird, but tonight all I wanted to do was protect you. I couldn’t bear Sam touching you, hurting you.”

Nick passed a mug to Greg who immediately sat up and wrapped his hands around it, inhaling deeply.

“No one can be there all the time, Nicky.” Greg dipped his head and shrugged. A sudden, horrible thought flashed through Nick’s mind. And as much as he wanted to ask, he really didn’t want to know the answer.

“G, has this happened before?”

“A couple of times. I’m normally a lot more careful these days.” Greg put his mug down and wrapped his arms around his knees.

Nick just sat there, looking at Greg, his heart breaking. He put his mug down and let his arm rest around Greg’s shoulders.

“Well.” Nick wasn’t sure how to say it. “If you ever want anyone to, um, go with you when you . . . you know . . . go out, I’d be happy to, well . . .”

“Watch my ass?”

Nick and Greg looked at each other and in seconds were having hysterics at Greg’s choice of words. When the laughter finally died down Nick noticed that Greg’s eyes had become glassy.

“Greg . . .” And the next thing he knew he had pulled Greg into his arms and was holding him tightly as he cried.

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Two hours later Nick untangled himself from the messy pile of limbs he and Greg had become. Greg had eventually cried himself to sleep and Nick felt so good holding him that he didn’t want to let him go. He’d had no idea about Greg and how tough and dangerous things had been for him. If he’d have known . . . well, he would have done something.

And now his brain was churning with all the odd things that had happened this evening. The images that had flashed through his mind, the ideas staring at certain parts of Greg’s anatomy had given him. How it felt to hold him, touch him, the possessiveness that had flooded his system when he had turned up with Sam. He had no idea what any of it was or what it meant.

He walked through to his bedroom and chose two towels and a change of clothes for each of them. What Greg was wearing couldn’t be all that comfortable and he still felt smoky from the club. He threw the towels and clothes in the bathroom then went to the kitchen and threw in a pizza. He took a six pack from the fridge and put it in a box of ice by the sofa. He stopped to look at Greg who was curled up cuddling a cushion.

“How could anyone do that to you?” He gently brushed a fallen spike from Greg’s forehead. “You deserve so much better.”

He smiled as Greg sighed happily under his fingertips, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His hand slipped to Greg’s back, rubbing gently up and down his spine.

He sighed and walked back to the bathroom, turning on the shower and stripping. He climbed in, letting the water massage his aching shoulders. He began to soap himself down, the feel of his fingers caressing his skin increasing the feeling of arousal he had been fighting since seeing Greg with a hard-on at the club. As he stood there with the water sheeting down his body he could feel his cock swelling and his nipples tingling. He let his hand drop to his crotch, gently encircling his shaft, letting his fingers trail over his erection.

The water made his movements so agonizingly slick that he was rock hard and gasping in seconds, his whole body buzzing as his brain kicked out endorphins that just made the pleasure build so much faster. He began to moan with pleasure as his hips began to rock, his hand moving up and down and his thumb rubbing slowly around the tip as they did. His cock was pulsing in his fist, the water washing away the precum that was rapidly leaking from him. His brain suddenly flashed back to the image in the club of Greg on his knees, sucking him.

“Oh, Jesus yes!” he cried out, the speed of his movements and his rate of breathing increasing as his orgasm neared.

“Feels so good.”

His fist was moving faster, his brain telling him it was Greg’s lips wrapped around him, the thumb teasing his slit was actually Greg’s tongue, and at this precise moment there was nothing he wanted more. One hand leaned forward, palm pressed flat against the wall in an effort to hold him up. His breathing had become unsteady, he was so close.

“God yes, yes . . . so close . . . oh Greg . . . Yes!”

Nick barely had time to register the fact that he was screaming Greg’s name before he was coming hard all over the shower wall.

“Did I . . .? No, I couldn’t have . . . Could I?”

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By the time Greg woke up, the pizza was ready and was being cut up by a rather red faced Nick. Greg tilted his head to one side, looking at him, but decided not to question it. He guessed that Nick was embarrassed by the show Greg had made of himself. He stretched out and yawned lazily before pulling the blanket back around him and hauling himself into a sitting position.

“Hey, Nicky.” Nick walked over, placing the pizza on the table and passing Greg a beer. “Thanks for earlier. I know I’m a wuss, but I really needed that.”

“Hey, you’re no wuss, Greg. You’ve been through a lot. I just wish you’d told me sooner.” Greg looked up at him, a weak smile on his face.

“Well, I have now.”

“Yeah G. I guess you have.”

Nick walked over to the DVD player and popped Hellboy in. It was one of Greg’s favourite films and at that moment Nick would do anything to keep him happy. And safe. And he still didn’t know where that particular impulse had come from.

“Woohoo! Hellboy! You rule Stokes!” Greg laid out on the sofa, his body turned toward the TV and his head resting on the arm.

For a while they watched the film in comfortable silence. Nick with his feet on the table in front of him and Greg sprawling over the rest of the sofa. As the film went on his feet had edged further and further towards Nick until they were lying in his lap. Nick liked the feel of it, the weight of having Greg’s legs leaning on him. He smiled as his hand travelled to Greg’s toes, laying gently on top of them and rubbing them softly. It felt so . . . right. Nick’s spine was tingling, he felt strange. He couldn’t deny the fact that being here with Greg, it just felt like it was meant to be. He let his fingers sneak under the cuff of Greg’s trouser leg, brushing his ankle. Greg didn’t object but snuggled down further, letting more of his long legs lie across Nick’s lap.

“Greg?”

“Yeah, Nicky?”

“Um . . . what was your first . . . you know . . . guy experience?” Greg smiled and pulled himself upright, letting his feet sit on the floor.

“Do you mean first as in sex or as in the first time another guy made me cum?” Nick blushed bright red.

“Err, the second one.”

“Jeez Nicky, you are so repressed! I so need to teach you to say sex words out loud!” Greg dissolved into giggles and Nick swatted him on the shoulder.

“Ok, ok. Well. I realized I was gay when I was about seven, of course I didn’t have a word for it then. But all the other boys went looking for girls to play kiss chase with and I was much more interested in kissing my friend Jake. As I grew up it was always guys I lusted after. I’d daydream about guys I’d met, masturbate over memories of guys at school in the showers. Ok, so at times I felt like a perv, but under the circumstances, can you blame me?” Nick laughed.

“Actually G, no. I must admit I’ve sneaked a peek at Cath in the showers before now.”

“You sly old dog, Stokes!”

“Hey! Less of the old! And on with the story.”

“Oh yeah, right.” Greg thought for a second. “Well, senior year me and a friend got talking and as the conversation progressed it turned out, although he wasn’t gay, he’d always wanted to know what it was like to make out with a guy. So I thought, why not?”

Greg leant back against the sofa, the blanket falling away from his body. As he continued to talk his hand drifted to his nipples and he began rubbing them gently. Nick couldn’t tear his eyes away from what was happening.

“So one night we met up after school and went back to mine. I was always alone until about seven so I knew we’d be safe. Anyway, I took him up to my room and we both sat on the bed. My heart was beating so hard I though it was gonna bust right through my rib cage. I stroked his cheek and leant in to him, and he did the same. And then suddenly our lips were touching. And man, it was incredible.”

Nick let his eyes travel downwards and felt his breathing hitch. Not only was Greg playing with his nipples, but he was also hard. Very hard.

“Neither of us really knew what we were doing, so we just went with it and did what felt good. We started with just kissing, letting our tongues slip into each others mouths, but soon we were tearing off each other’s t-shirts and teasing each other’s nipples.”

Nick’s body turned to face Greg’s as, to Nick’s surprise and delight, Greg began to palm his erection over his trousers. He could see the material straining beneath his hand. Nick was suddenly and achingly hard. Harder than he had been in the shower only a short time earlier.

“We ended up on the bed, me on my back with him on top of me. He was pressed into me as tightly as he could be.” Greg stopped talking for a second and a small gasp of pleasure escaped his lips. “I didn’t know what dry humping was, all I knew is that we were both hard by then and rocking against each other felt good. Really good.”

Nick watched in disbelief as Greg undid the button of his trousers and lowered his zipper, his hand snaking into his boxers. Nick swallowed hard, his own hand suddenly itching to join Greg’s around that hard, heated flesh.

“Man, I felt like I was going to . . . mmmmm . . . explode within seconds. I didn’t . . . yes . . . know I could be so noisy or vocal when I was turned on. I never was when I . . . . mmmmm . . . jerked off. But I couldn’t stop moaning and shouting. It was just so intense.”

Greg’s words were becoming broken with pants and moans and his hips had begun to rock as he stroked himself. His movements were slow, languid, but were beginning to be tinged by an edge of urgency.

“It didn’t take long the first time. God Nicky, it felt so, so good.”

Greg stopped talking once again, his back arching slightly as the movements under the boxers changed. Nick began to move towards Greg, an inch at a time. He couldn’t control himself anymore. He wanted Greg and he wanted him now.

“Before we knew it . . . oh God . . . we were thrusting so hard that we just came in our boxers . . . mmmmm . . . and we lay there . . . yes . . . panting.”

Greg stopped talking completely, the speed his hand was working himself with increased and small whimpering sounds escaped his mouth. Nick was flushed and panting at the sight in front of him. Greg was rocking his hips and moaning, his pink lips parted, his head resting on the back of the sofa and his eyes closed. His spikes were beginning to fall on his forehead as his forehead began to glow with sweat. Nick had never seen anything as beautiful in his entire life.

He carefully reached his hand forward and slid it into Greg’s boxers, placing it over Greg’s hand. For a few seconds he held his breath, either expecting Greg to become mortally embarrassed when he realised what he was doing or leap and run away at the fact Nick had touched him. Instead Greg gently pulled his hand from under Nick’s and placed it over the top instead.

“Oh, yes Nicky, please.”

Greg’s hand guided Nick, moving in a rhythm that Greg liked, showing him how tight to grip. After a few strokes Greg removed his hand completely and gripped the cushions on either side of his legs instead.

“God Nicky . . . like that . . . just a tiny bit . . . tighter.”

Nick could feel a damp patch forming in his boxers as he watched Greg, his back arching and his breathing almost painfully difficult as the pleasure overtook him. His own erection was pushing against his zipper, throbbing painfully with the need to be touched. Almost instinctively Greg seemed to realise that Nick’s cock needed attention too and his hand left his side and headed towards Nick’s crotch. Nick watched the slow progress of those nimble fingers as they slid over his thigh, to his zip and lowered it a millimetre at a time. He stopped just outside of the fabric of Nick’s boxers.

“C . . . c . . . can I touch, Nicky?”

“Yes, G. Oh fuck yes.”

Greg let his hand slide into Nick’s boxers, immediately registering the growing wet patch. He smiled and swiped his finger over the top before bringing it to his mouth and sucking it inside.

“Mmmmm Nicky, you taste good.” Nick hissed out a lustful breath between his teeth.

“God G, touch me. Please.”

Greg slipped his hand into Nick’s boxers, circling his cock for the first time. An involuntary moan escaped Nick’s lips and his hips thrust forward of their own accord. Greg’s eyes widened.

“Christ, Nicky. You’re big.” Nick blushed before meeting Greg’s gaze, his pupils dilated.

“It’s all for you, Greg.”

Greg’s grip around Nick tightened and he began to tug him even faster. Greg was struggling against the pressure building in his balls, the need to cum becoming increasingly urgent.

“N . . . N . . . Nicky . . . you might want to . . . oh fuck . . . stop. I’m . . . close.”

Nick looked into Greg’s face and didn’t want to stop. He had a burning desire to make Greg cum, watch his face as he reached the peak of his pleasure.

“P . . . p . . .please Nicky . . . I want you to . . . fuck me. I want to . . . cum with . . . oh Jesus . . . you . . . inside me.”

Nick stopped straight away and looked into Greg’s eyes, his own wide with surprise. Greg stopped his ministrations on Nick’s cock and a look of fear crossed his face.

“Christ G, I’d like nothing more than to . . . um . . .”

“Say it, Nicky.” Greg said, slowly straddling Nick’s lap. “Say it for me.” He leaned his head in so he was whispering in Nick’s ear. “Talk dirty to me, Nicky. I wanna hear you tell me exactly what you want to do to me.”

Nick swallowed and licked his lips, pulling Greg down harder on his lap and gently thrusting up into him.

“But Greg . . . I don’t know what to do.”

“I’m sure you know the basics, Nicky. And I can lead you the rest of the way.” Greg stopped to scatter butterfly kisses over Nick’s neck. “What do you want to do to me?” Nick took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

“I . . . I . . . I want to fuck you, Greg.” Greg moaned in his ear. “I want to thrust my . . . cock up your ass.”

“Oh Nicky, that would feel so good . . .” Greg began to rock and circle his hips on Nick’s lap, the rate of his breathing increasing and Nick could feel himself getting more and more aroused as Greg’s breathing became more and more laboured.

“I . . . wanna make you cum. I want to . . . G that feels good . . . see your face as you . . . oh . . . cum for me.”

“God Nicky, I want to cum for you. Real bad.”

Greg leant forward and latched onto Nick’s mouth. Nick immediately nudged Greg’s mouth open, his tongue diving inside. His tongue was met by Greg’s eager and skilful tongue, massaging and teasing as it explored his mouth. They continued to grind together, becoming a writhing, panting mess on the sofa.

“Bedroom?” Greg panted out when the kiss broke as the need for air forced them apart.

“This way.”

Nick picked Greg up and wrapped his legs around his waist. The kiss beginning again as they made their way down the corridor. As they walked shirts and t-shirts were shed, although in their desperation neither could remember letting go or breaking the kiss long enough to remove them. Once through the door, Nick threw Greg onto the bed and fumbled with his pants, finally managing to tug them off. Greg was struggling with the tight tartan combats so Nick leaned over at tugged them off, staring for the first time at Greg’s naked body.

“Christ G, you’re beautiful.” Greg blushed.

Nick jumped onto the bed, his knees landing either side of Greg’s hips. He laid himself down on top of him, rolling their hips together. Their hands explored each others bodies as they restarted the kiss, mouths desperately seeking each other out before Nick trailed wet kisses from Greg’s neck to his nipple. He took a few seconds to stare at the small nub, letting his hips rock against Greg’s as he continued. Greg’s chest had become a rosy colour and he was panting and moaning under Nick, just the way he had wanted Greg to be. He carefully sucked a nipple into his mouth, trapping it between his teeth as his tongue flicked over it. Greg screamed and arched into Nick in pleasure.

“Fuck Nick. More, please.”

Nick trailed his tongue to the next nipple, repeating his actions and was happy to be rewarded the same way. Greg was practically sobbing, his cock so hard it almost hurt. Nick could feel wetness between them and knew it was a combination of his and Greg’s precum. And despite the fact that he thought he would have found it disgusting, the fact that he could do that to Greg made him desperate to do more. He kissed down Greg’s chest to the trail of hair that lead to the place of greatest pleasure. He took a deep breath and then continued to kiss downwards until he was breathing over Greg’s cock. Greg was watching him, whimpering.

“You . . . you don’t have to, Nicky.” Nick took a deep breath and blew gently over Greg’s tip. A stream of curse words flew from Greg’s mouth.

“I want to. Just remember, I haven’t done this before.”

Nick slowly wrapped his lips around the very tip of Greg’s cock, letting his tongue sneak out to taste Greg for the first time. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but it wasn’t as bad as he’d thought. Encouraged by this he started to suck Greg in slowly until he had him as far in his mouth as he could. He felt one of Greg’s hands entwine in his hair and another went to the headboard, gripping the bar for all it was worth.

“God, Nicky. Just like that.”

Nick began to move his head up and down, sucking slowly. He thought about the things that girls had done to him over the years. He wrapped a hand around the base of Greg’s cock where he couldn’t reach and matched the movements to his hands. He could feel how hard Greg was fighting the urge to thrust into his mouth. He remembered the ridge just below the head that was incredibly sensitive and let his tongue dance across it. Greg arched off the bed and screamed in pleasure. He began to suck faster, the knowledge that Greg seemed to be enjoying it spurring him on. Greg’s head was thrashing from side to side, no longer capable of words but his lips moving furiously.

“S . . . stop!” Greg shouted. “I . . . I’m too c . . . close!”

Nick immediately stopped what he was doing and looked up at Greg, breathing rapidly.

“You’re a fast learner, Nicky.” Nick crawled back up Greg’s body and laid back on top of him. Greg stroked the side of his face as his breathing returned to normal, then his eyes lit up full of mischief. Before Nick even had time to realise what was going on Greg had flipped them so Nick was now on his back.

“Your turn.” And Greg pushed himself down Nick’s legs until he was straddling his knees and plunged Nick’s cock into his mouth.

Greg’s technique was incredible. He sucked with just the right speed and amount of pressure, his tongue teased the slit, licking up all the precum he could find. He licked the vein and the underside ridge that made Nick shiver and within minutes Nick could feel his balls drawing up. Greg’s hand worked the shaft, moisture from his mouth making his hand flow over Nick’s hard-on. Greg’s hand sneaked up his leg to his balls and began to roll them between his fingers. He couldn’t stop his hips from surging upwards, and Greg hummed in response. The vibrations travelled throughout his body and he could feel Greg gently pulling his balls, helping the urge to cum subside. Greg made filthy slurping noises and moans of delight as he sucked Nick. Just as suddenly as he had swallowed Nick he stopped, sitting up and gazing into Nick’s eyes.

“Please Nicky, fuck me. Now.”

“I . . . I . . . what do I need to do?”

“My trouser pocket.” Greg pointed to the floor. “Lube and a condom.” Greg lay on the bed, stroking his erection lightly, unable to stop himself as Nick searched through the pockets. Once he had found what he was looking for he jumped back onto the bed. He gave the items to Greg.

“What do I do now?”

“You’re too big for me to take without preparation, Nicky. Pour a little lube onto your index finger.”

Nick opened the bottle and poured some of the cool gel onto his finger as instructed. Greg parted his legs, allowing Nick access to his hole. He was so desperate he knew that the preparation wouldn’t take long. He wanted that cock in him, now.

“Now, slowly push your finger into my ass.” Greg saw Nick hesitate for a second and almost thought he was going to back out. But then he felt a slow tentative finger pressing against his entrance.

“That’s it Nicky, push it in.”

Nick pushed his finger in and watched as Greg let out a moan and gripped the sheets. To start with he thought he had hurt him, but then he saw his cock twitch and his nipples harden once again and he knew that, in fact, he was making Greg feel good.

“Now move it. Thrust it in and out.” Nick did it, amazed as Greg began to push back against his finger.

“Now, put in another. More lube on it first, and do what you just did. And after you can feel me stretch a bit more, scissor them.” Nick followed the instructions and added a second finger. He pushed them in and out and began to scissor them, but was taken by surprise when Greg arched off the bed screaming.

“Did I hurt you?” And he went to pull his fingers out.

“No!” Greg shouted, panting and sweaty. “No, you found my prostate. It feels so good to have it stroked.” Nick looked at Greg, remembering that as he had twisted his fingers he had found a small bump. He pushed his fingers back towards it.

“What, here?” And once again Greg arched his back and screamed. Nick beamed with satisfaction.

“Now Nick, a third, please, I need you inside me.” Nick put in a third and final finger, stretching Greg out carefully and stroking his prostate as often as he could. When his fingers were moving easily Greg looked up and him and grinned.

”Ok Nicky. I’m ready. Please, fuck me now.”

Once again Nick swallowed, his throat dry and his lips parched. He reached for the condom and rolled it on with shaky hands then poured some lube on his cock, moaning as he rubbed it around. Then he placed the tip of his cock at Greg’s hole and looked into his eyes as he pushed in.

Nick sucked in his breath and stopped completely still. Greg was so warm, so tight, he felt so good wrapped around him that he was afraid he would cum before he got to do anything. He struggled to get his breathing under control as Greg waited patiently for him. When he was sure he could last at least a few thrusts he began to move, Slowly in then slowly out, relishing the feeling of Greg wrapped around him, beneath him. Greg moaned and wrapped a leg around him, changing the angle of his thrusts. Nick felt the tip of his cock brush Greg’s prostate and was rewarded by Greg pulling him even further into him.

“Yes Nicky, harder, faster, please.”

Greg was beyond caring how long Nick could last. He wanted it hard and fast, needed to feel Nick pound into his tight ass. He pulled Nick to him, his nails digging into Nick’s ass. He could hear Nick moaning above him, feel the sweat between their bodies, making them slick and their movements fluid. His cock was trapped between them, pulsing and leaking. He had never felt so turned on and desperate in his life. Nick was pumping into Greg, sparks shooting around behind his eyes. He could feel his body beginning to tense, his cock stiffer than he had ever known it, Greg’s ass feeling better around him than any woman ever had. He looked down to see Greg writing, panting and moaning under him and it was so much better than he had imagined. His balls began to draw up and he felt himself beginning to shake.

“Greg . . .I . . . I’m close.”

Greg looked into his eyes, screaming and pushing up into him every other stroke as his cock brushed his prostate.

“M . . . me . . . me too.” Greg pulled Nick’s shoulders down so their eyes locked. “P . . . p . . . please. Faster,” he begged and Nick was only too happy to oblige.

He gave Greg all he had, moving as fast as he could manage and suddenly Greg’s grip on him tightened, his breathing stopped and he felt every muscle of Greg’s body tighten around him.

“Y . . .yes . . . yes . . oh Nicky, YES!” And warm, wet heat splashed between them.

Nick was surprised that as Greg had his orgasm his internal muscles clamped down on him. He had never felt anything like it. Greg was massaging his cock from the inside. He couldn’t hold it any longer. His orgasm burst from him, his whole body rocked with tremors as he emptied himself in powerful bursts into the tip of the condom.

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Nick woke up to find himself wrapped around a smiling Greg. He was breathing softly as he basked in his post-coital haze.

“You know Greg,” He said, “From now on it’s going to be me and you. And yes, someone can be there for you all the time. I just didn’t know where I was going wrong. Turns out I just needed you to lead the way."