Title: Everybody Needs Good Neighbours
By: glo-starz
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC17
Summary: After shift a night at a bar leads to unexpected consequences. (And in my case, bad spelling!)

It had seemed like a good idea at the time, as these things often do. Just a quick drink with Cath at the bar after shift. But six hours later, staggering up the steps to Greg’s apartment having downed enough alcohol to tranquilize an elephant . . . well, it didn’t seem so clever any more, really. Greg led the way, but every third step he missed causing him to slump back onto Nick, who struggled to catch him, which resulted in them both leant over the banister in spasms of laughter.

“Shhhhh!” Greg shouted, his finger over his lips and giggling helplessly. “You’ll wake the . . . the . . . um . . . wassnames.” He flapped his arms around, gesturing wildly at the surrounding apartments.

“The what?” Nick asked, barely containing a new snort of laughter.

“Oh, never mind.” Greg gave up, making another attempt at the stairs, which once again failed drastically.

Greg rarely drank at all, and although Nick hated to admit it, he loved it when Greg was like this, very much wasted and giggly. He was hilarious at the best of times, but drunk was when he was at his peak. Nick had spent most of the evening holding him up and helping him to walk, despite the fact that Nick wasn’t really that sober himself either. And he had strangely loved every second of it.

They finally made it to Greg’s apartment and before Nick could do anything about it Greg had dropped the keys on the floor.

“I live here, you know,” he said, bending down to pick them up.

“That I do, Greggo, that I do!” Nick chuckled.

After the third swipe, Greg managed to retrieve the keys and roughly shoved them into the lock but, in his less than sober state, tried to open the door before he had turned it. Instead of walking into the apartment, Greg actually walked into the door head first.

“Ow ow ow ow OW!” Greg shouted.

Nick laughed at Greg who had his bottom lip stuck out and both hands clapped to his forehead. Nick shook his head then wrapped an arm around him and opened the door, letting them both in.

“Come on, G.”

He slowly guided Greg inside the apartment, throwing the keys onto a small table by the door and shutting it behind them.

“You are so wasted, man. Let’s get you into bed.”

Greg turned round in Nick’s arms and stared into Nick’s eyes, his own eyes growing suddenly darker.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Greg moaned out before lunging at him.

The next thing Nick knew, he was pinned to the wall, a warm and eager Greg in his arms. Greg’s body was pushed into Nick as close as he could get it, their chests and hips moulded together, and Greg leaning on Nick in an attempt to keep him from falling over. Partly because of the alcohol and partly because of the pleasure of kissing Nick.

Nick took a few seconds to register that Greg’s lips were pressed against his, soft and delicate, and Greg’s hands had slipped to his hips. He was about to pull away when he realised that it felt good being wrapped around Greg. Really good. And instead of pulling back, he pulled Greg harder into the kiss.

He quickly spun them around so it was Greg against the wall and pushed his crotch into him, the first moan escaping his mouth at the surge of electricity that this movement created. His hands gently snaked either side of Greg’s face, guiding the tilt of his head so Nick could nudge Greg’s mouth open. As Greg’s mouth opened and his tongue slid over Nick’s, Greg’s erection pressed into Nick’s thigh.

Nick felt his eyes fly open; he had never felt another guy’s cock in his life. As he thought about the feel of that hard flesh poking him and how amazing Greg’s lips and tongue felt, he began to feel his own cock stirring to life.

‘I made Greg hard. he thought. And that’s making me hard too. What the hell is going on?

Nick moaned into Greg’s mouth once more as the pleasure began to build, letting his tongue glide over Greg’s in the small gap. Nick’s lips and fingertips began to tingle and the tip of his cock rubbed roughly against his boxers. Their tongues twisted together, stroked each other, massaged each other. Greg began to rock his hips and Nick followed, allowing the friction to increase and arousal flood his body. He was surprised at the strong reactions of his body, that actually he was aching to . . . well . . . fuck Greg. Although he had never fucked a guy before, right now seemed like a very good time to start.

As Nick devoured Greg’s mouth, he let his hands slip lower. First he stroked Greg’s shoulders, then trailed his fingertips down his arms. In the wake of his fingers, Nick felt Greg’s arms break out in gooseflesh. Once he got to Greg’s wrists he wrapped his hands around them and pushed them over Greg’s head. Nick broke the kiss, leaving Greg panting, flushed and with swollen lips below him.

“Bedroom?” Nick whispered. Greg swallowed hard then rolled his hips into Nick’s, pushing their hard cocks together.

“Or sofa?” Greg leant in to Nick’s neck, breathing the words just below his ear.

Nick shuddered and knew that he didn’t want to wait to get to the bedroom and as Greg had made the suggestion, it was a pretty good bet he didn’t either. He didn’t know why, or even how, but he wanted to bury his hot, hard cock in Greg’s ass. Just the thought of pinning Greg to the floor and thrusting into him over and over again until he was screaming Greg’s name as Nick shot inside of him was making him leak.

Nick moaned and then leant back in to Greg’s lips, once more nudging his mouth open and letting his tongue dive in. Then he slowly twisted them around so he was pushing Greg towards the sofa, using his crotch to steer. It was slow progress, neither willing to break the kiss again and Greg’s apartment not being the most organised of places. As they moved Nick had managed to kick off his shoes and unbutton his shirt. Greg had both his arms around Nick’s neck and was using Nick’s leg as a humping post.

“Christ, Nicky. You feel . . . so good.” Greg shuddered as Nick’s lips left his mouth and began to trail down his neck.

Nick broke away and smiled.

“Strip,” he whispered.

Greg took a step backwards, pushing Nick’s arms to his sides. A slow and mischievous smile broke across his face. He took another small step away from Nick and then began to do as he was asked.

Despite the fact that he was very drunk, Greg’s movements were still fairly agile and coordinated. First he undid every button on his shirt, letting it drop open, then he raised a finger to his mouth and licked it. He slowly brought that finger to his left nipple, rubbing it around and leaving a trail of wetness that made his skin glisten. Nick groaned and Greg sucked the finger back into the hot, wet cavern. This time as the finger went to the other nipple his other hand moved to his crotch and began to rub his erection through the denim. Nick was, by now, gripping the sofa cushions so tight that his knuckles had turned white. When Greg hissed and arched into his hand, Nick couldn’t take it any more.

Nick flew from the sofa, pushing Greg to the floor and landing on top of him. He immediately started kissing his neck before trailing the kisses further downwards. All sense of slow and easy had gone and both men were now filled with a raging fire which only the release of sex would quench. Nick reached his hands down and pulled open his own trousers, standing and shrugging them off. He leant back down, undid Greg’s zipper and slid the denim down his legs. When he tried to pull them off Greg’s feet, he was stunned to find that Greg still had his shoes on.

“Fuck!” Greg shouted, sitting up and tugging one shoe off and then throwing it across the room before shoving the trousers off that leg but leaving them on the other.

Nick gasped as he realised that Greg had nothing on under his pants. Right there, in front of him, was Greg’s cock.

“Christ Nicky, show me what you got. I’m dying here. I want you to fuck me.”

The words threw Nick into action and as Greg leant under the sofa for something Nick threw his boxers off and knelt over Greg in all his glory.

Greg turned back round and came face to face with Nick’s impressive erection. His eyes opened wide and his mouth dropped open. As Nick watched he could see Greg’s chest flush and his breathing get faster. Greg licked his lips and sat himself up before suddenly leaning forward and sucking Nick into his mouth. Greg let out a moan of pleasure as he let his tongue swipe across the tip.

“Yes!” Nick cried out and his hips surged forward.

Greg began to suck him. He let his tongue circle the shaft and tease the underside ridge as he bobbed his head up and down. Greg made little whimpers and approving noises as he worked, eagerly sucking Nick, tasting all that he could give him. As he worked him, Nick’s hand had become entwined in Greg’s hair.

“Yes G, lick the . . . the . . . vein . . . that’s so good, Greg.”

Greg smiled around Nick’s cock and began to hum. He could feel Nick tensing and shuddering, his orgasm about to hit. Suddenly Nick pulled Greg’s head away.

For a second Greg just sat there, stunned, then he looked down at the floor. ‘Shit, I am such a fool. Just because we’re drunk doesn’t mean he wants me,’ Greg thought.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have forced myself on you . . .” Greg said in the smallest and saddest voice Nick had ever heard. Greg went to get up.

“Wait! S . . . sorry G.” Nick was panting and his eyes were screwed shut, he let his hand travel to his balls and tugged them gently, desperately trying to pull himself back from the precipice.

When he had calmed down enough he looked down at Greg, his hand slipping under his chin.

“Sorry, babe. It’s just that that was too fucking good. I was scared I was going to cum in your mouth.”

Greg smiled and let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh Nicky, I wouldn’t have minded.” Greg stopped to lick his lips and knelt up, his mouth finishing up next to Nick’s ear. “You taste really, really good,” he whispered.

It was no good. He couldn’t hold back after that. He pushed Greg on to his back, pulled his legs apart and climbed in between them. Greg picked up the lube and pulled a cushion under his ass.

“Uh, G, I don’t ... “

”Don’t sweat it, Nicky. I’ll get myself prepped. You just slip this on.”

Greg passed Nick a condom and got himself into a comfortable position before opening the lube. He poured some onto his index finger and then leant forward. Nick watched, fascinated, as Greg slowly pushed the finger into his hole then began to move it in and out. After a few thrusts, he was groaning and had removed the finger and replaced it with two. He began to thrust these in and out of himself, adding occasional scissoring movements.

“G, why do you . . .”

Nick was interrupted by a cry from Greg. He was about to ask him what was wrong when he caught the expression on his face. It was one of pure ecstasy.

“What . . ?”

Greg looked up at Nick through his lashes, his breathing fast and shallow, his face flushed and his mouth just slightly open.

“I caught my prostate,” he said, blushing slightly.

“It really feels that good?” Nick’s hand went to his cock and began to stroke as he watched Greg continue his preparations.

“Fuck . . . oh shit . . . yeah!” Greg replied, once again crying out as he hit his sweet spot. “And I have to . . . mmmmm . . . stretch myself.” He stopped to add a third finger. “If I d . . . don’t . . . you’ll hurt me because . . . you’re big,” Greg panted out between thrusts.

Nick tore his eyes away from Greg long enough to tear open the condom packet and roll it down his cock. When he looked up at Greg again he was stunned by how beautiful he was.

Creamy skin, brown hair with flecks of pale gold that was now hanging slightly curly around his ears, liquid brown eyes that glittered with mischief and lust. Delicate yet masculine hands with agile, long fingers and his mouth . . . hot, wet and perfect. He was slight but toned, the body of a runner, or a surfer as Greg himself had proclaimed. And here he was, trousers hanging off one leg, shirt on but open, cock hard and fingers buried in his ass – all for Nick!

How could he ever have missed this? It had been under his nose all along.

Nick leaned down and Greg took his fingers out. He poured some lube onto Nick and gave him a couple of tugs to make him moist all over.

“Ok,” Greg panted out, “Nice and slow.”

Nick positioned himself at Greg’s entrance and began to push in. He felt the head of his cock breach the ring of muscle and moaned at how tight and hot Greg felt. He pushed harder and felt himself slip in the rest of the way. When he was buried up to the hilt, Greg wrapped his legs around Nick’s waist and pushed his heels into his back.

“Now. Fuck me.”

Nick began to thrust, gently at first, but the pleasure of being inside Greg and the feel of his body pressed beneath his was too good. He could feel his cock gliding between Greg’s ass cheeks, Greg’s thighs stroking his sides, Greg’s heels in his back, Greg’s stomach pressed against his and Greg’s cock pressed tightly between their crotches. He could feel a growing wet patch between them and knew that Greg was leaking onto himself. He leant down so his face was in the crook of Greg’s neck and began to pound into him with all he had. Greg was writhing beneath him, moaning and panting, his body slicked with sweat.

“Yes, Nicky . . . yes . . . faster . . . please . . . oh Christ, Nicky . . . yes!”

He felt Greg’s hands grip his shoulders, his nails digging into his skin. Nick turned his head and attached his lips to Greg’s neck and sucked as he thrust into him. Every few thrusts Greg screamed and arched up into Nick, the angle of his thrusts seemingly perfect for brushing Greg’s prostate.

Nick’s body was tingling all over, he could feel a power cable pumping 240 volts between his hole, balls, cock and brain, He felt like he was about to explode. He was hot and cold at the same time, he had gooseflesh on his legs and arms, his breath was coming out in rapid pants and he felt like he had gone as red as Cath had when Warrick had given her lacy panties in front of everyone for her secret Santa. His balls were pulled up tight into his crotch and every inch of his body was tense.

“G . . . have to . . . close . . . G . . .”

But before he could finish the sentence, he felt Greg go rigid underneath him.

“Nicky!” he shouted, and wet heat began to splash between them, with each spasm of Greg’s insides the puddle grew slightly bigger.

Nick had never felt anything like this before. Not only was he thrusting in and out of a tight, hot space but now that space was also giving him one hell of a hand job at the same time. It was too much for his endorphin frazzled brain. Everything in his head turned to white noise as he screamed, his cum shooting out in thick bursts as he thrust into Greg, hard, three last times.

Greg wrapped his arms around Nick’s back as they lay together, hot sweaty and panting. Nick felt his cock softening and he carefully pulled out of Greg and kneeled up, removing the condom and tying a knot in it before laying it beside the lube. Whilst he had been on his knees Greg had pulled another cushion from the sofa and a blanket and was waiting for Nick to return to their make-shift bed. Once he crawled into the covers, Greg wrapped himself around Nick as tightly as possible.

“Night, babe.” He yawned.

Nick just stared at him, not quite believing he wasn’t dreaming it all.

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However, the thought that he had been dreaming wasn’t an option when he woke up the next morning still tangled around Greg. On the floor was the lube from last night and also the used condom.

Ok, so it had definitely happened.

“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up and leave me,” Greg whispered.

“So we really did it then.”

“Yep,” Greg said, still refusing to let Nick go.

“And you’re very much gay then.”

“Yep,” he said again, pulling Nick even tighter.

“Ok. Well . . .” Nick paused for a few seconds, considering how much of an impact the next few words would have on Greg, him, his life and basically the world as he knew it. “If I like the way the conversation were about to have goes . . . I guess I better start calling myself gay too.”

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After making the decision that, yes, last night was weird, but even better, they had both liked it and eventually deciding that they actually kinda liked each other enough to let it turn into a proper, adult, sober relationship, Nick left Greg’s apartment with the biggest smile he had ever had plastered to his face.

That is until he and Greg saw the note.

‘Sanders!
It’s great that you got a guy. Finally. It really is. I’m so happy for you. And it’s great that you went out drinking with him. And came back late. Really late. And I’m ecstatic that he is good in bed. But. Please, please can you soundproof the walls??
Rico.

“Ah.”

“Ah, Greg? What does ‘Ah’ mean?”

“Well . . .” Greg looked sheepish. “Rico is the guy next door who I sometimes have Tony Hawks tournaments with. I guess that means . . .”

”He heard us.”

“Yep.”

“Oh, Greg. If I’d have known you were so worried about disturbing the wassnames . . .” Greg blushed as Nick leant it to him. “I’d have tied you up and gagged you first,” Nick whispered in his ear.

All Greg could do was stand on his front step and blush, his mouth hanging open like a fish, as his new boyfriend strolled off into the sunrise.