Title: Clean Leather
By: 10th-letter
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: R
Summary: Nick decides to treat Greg to a little surprise when he gets home.

Nick Stokes knew that only a few things really mattered in life. Truth, justice, happiness and sex. If all went according to plan, Nick would be getting plenty of that last bit later that night.

Nick had spent all day cleaning. He had managed to get the day off. Unfortunately, his boyfriend, Greg Sanders, had not. Nick had noticed that Greg had been feeling a little tense over the past few weeks. He had had a long string of hard cases and very little downtime to unwind. Nick couldn’t bear to see the love of his life so depressed. He loved Greg, but he missed the happy-go-lucky Greg that he had first fallen for. His boyfriend had gotten too serious lately and Nick was worried it would negatively affect the man he loved. Nick was going to make this a night Greg would never forget. Well, an early morning Greg would never forget if he wanted to be exact.

So Nick had cleaned their apartment from top to bottom. He vacuumed, dusted and even cleaned the toilet. He was most surprised however when he found Greg’s porn. Now, Nick was no prude, he had his share of sexual kinks, but some of the things in Greg’s porn box was a little much. But something was wrong. Greg’s porn was dusty. Nick was shocked. Regardless of the orientation, no man’s porn should ever be allowed to get dusty. Greg’s favorite copy of Scuba Sex Monthly was starting to crumble! Nick knew what he had to do. He had to organize his boyfriend’s porn.

The cataloguing of the catalogues had taken the better part of the day. Nick had no idea Greg was such a connoisseur. As Nick cleaned off the last copy of Leather Chaps and Fuzzy Handcuffs Quarterly, Nick had an idea. He ran to his closet and dug through the drawers. Perfect! He still had them! Hoping his late night burger binges hadn’t been permanent, sat down on the bed and got ready for Greg’s arrival.

A little while later, as Nick was reading an article in Lube, Lube and More Lube, he heard the door open.

“Hey, Nick! I’m home! I had this weird case today and – holy shit! Did you clean in here?”

“Don’t act too surprised, Greggo. Just come in here, I need to show you something!” Nick called from the bedroom, his accent as thick as he could consciously make it.

“Ok, but you know how I feel about surprises. The last time someone told me to ‘come here’, Sara dumped a bucket of water on my head and Ecklie made me clean it up with paper towels.”

“Greg, shut up and get in here.”

“Fine, fine! This had better be good. Holy crap! You look… those pants make your ass … You have no idea what leather does to me. Wait, how did you know? Nick! Did you move my porn?”

“Yes, now hurry up, get into bed and get me out of these things, they’re starting to chafe.”

Nick had positioned himself as seductively as he could, which, Greg realized, was pretty damn seductive. In what seemed like one motion, Greg tore off his clothes and dove into bed. It was definitely a night Greg wouldn’t forget.

Greg didn’t know what had come over him. Sure, he had tried some wild things in his past. Nowhere near as wild as some people thought, but he wasn’t exactly a saint. So there he was, his day off with nothing to do.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. He could shop. And shop he did. As he walked through the door of The Erotica Boutique, his eyes lit up. So much to choose from! He was, of course, immediately drawn to the very large selection of dildos. All colors, varieties, textures and some even had extra knobs on them that made them look like the remnants from the Area 51 autopsy. Greg instinctually picked up the largest one he could find.

“I need to work out more.” He remarked feeling the heft of the massive object. Before he got too carried away, he forced himself to put it down and picked one up that was made of glass.

“See, now this is possibly dangerous. I don’t want anything fragile back there. What’s this one? Oh, this is a definite.” Said Greg picking up the cylindrical plastic container.

“Can I help you, Sir?” came a deep, bored voice. The clerk, Derek.

“Oh, hey Derek. Yeah, I’m looking for leather. I want to surprise my boyfriend when he gets home. Any ideas?”

“Yeah, right in the back by the body suits and the feather boas. We have a new shipment of bisexual erotica up front if you want to take a look before you leave, Greg.” Derek didn’t wait for an answer and walked off.

Greg took the hint and wandered over to the back. He found his size and the exact style he wanted and went up front to pay before picking up a copy of Best Bisexual Erotica, in case he had free time.

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“Hey, Greg! I’m home! How was your night off? It looked like you did next to nothing.” Shouted Nick from the front hallway.

Greg placed his penis bookmark in his copy of Best Bisexual Erotica and called out the door as seductively as he could, “I’m in here, Tex. C’mon in I want to show you something.”

“Alright, but are you feeling OK, Greg? Your voice sounds a little odd.”

“Dammit, Nick! I’m fine! Just get your hillbilly ass in here!”

“Fine, fine, keep your pants on –“ started Nick, when he saw what Greg was wearing however, “-or don’t. Wow ... assless chaps... They look incredible. And they seem to make your junk look bigger too and-“

“Nick, stop talking and fuck me.”

“Right away.” Said Nick, stripping off his clothes and walking to the bed. Before he could take off his underwear, he saw the cylindrical tube on the dresser. “Greg, what’s that?”

“That’s for later. I got it at The Erotica Boutique earlier. It’s called the ‘Clone a Willy Kit’. It lets you make a chocolate version of your lover’s dick.”

“Wow. I’m not sure how to respond to that.”

“Don’t, that’s for later. This is for now.” Said Greg, turning over and sliding the black leather pants off his waist.”

“That I can do. Gladly.”

AN: All objects and products mentioned do actually exist. Just be careful where you do the Google search.