Title: Norwegian Saunas
By: Loretta
Summary: Someone is tired of taking things slow. But who?
Rating: R - sexual content
Warnings: possible run on sentences, first time smut
Disclaimer: not mine, not making any money - who would pay me for this??
Author's note: Was thinking of trying out one of the challenges but I'm waaay too slow to ever meet a deadline, . Also, unbeta-ed. So if you've got something to point out-- ya, all the mistakes are mine.

"If I'd known the gym experience included this, I would have definitely taken you up on the offer much sooner."

Greg let his head fall back against the wall of the sauna, feeling the wet heat soak into his already mildly aching muscles. In this position he could watch Nick through slitted eyes, unobtrusively mapping shiny, glistening skin with his gaze.

"This is the first night it's been open in a month, maintenance issues. Probably have the place to ourselves."

Nick sighed and swung his legs up onto the bench. Facing away from Greg, with one knee bent, his towel slipped up a bare thigh giving Greg's imagination even more to work with.

Greg's involuntary moan must have been a little louder than he thought because Nick tipped his head back and opened his eyes, his hair just brushing against Greg's forearm.

"Feels good after a hard workout, doesn't it?"

Greg could feel the flush start at his toes. A darting glance confirmed that Nick was indeed still looking at him. "I don't think I've ever ached so much in my life."

Nick chuckled good naturedly. "Did I not warn you? You gotta take things slow at first."

Greg muttered softly, "Yeah, getting kinda tired of taking things slow."

Nick pushed up onto his elbows and twisted at the waist so he could look Greg in the eye. "Something bothering you?"

Wishing he would have kept his mouth shut for once, Greg shrugged and looked away, uncomfortable with the knowledge that he was now going to have to lie to Nick. "No, I'm fine. Just tired."

Nick shifted back into a sitting position next to Greg, curiosity lighting his eyes. "I've seen you tired, man. This looks more like frustration. Who is she? Sara?"

Greg almost laughed with relief. Of course, that's what everyone thought it was, Sara. Except Sara herself. "What? Come on. You can't seriously think I have a thing for Sara?"

"You're always flirting with her, what else am I supposed to think?"

Greg paused. Nick almost sounded jealous. But that was not possible. The heat must be getting to him. "It's more like teasing. We're just friends, it couldn't ever be more than that."

Now Nick was studying Greg's face with an intensity that caused the younger man to squirm. His eyes narrowed slightly as he asked, "Why couldn't it be? Sara's a pretty girl, smart too."

Unable to look away from Nick's gaze, Greg tried out a smile, hoping it didn't look like the smirk that it felt like. "I'm not her type and she's not mine."

The intensity didn't drop but.. softened some how. "It's that simple, huh?"

"Some things are, Nick."

"Mind if I ask a simple question then?"

"Be my guest," Greg answered, then squeezed his eyes shut. ‘Just don't hate me for the answer,' he thought.

"Is Sara not your type because she's ... a woman?" Greg had tensed, ready to walk away from his friend and his biggest fantasy, once his illusion had been finally shattered. And now he was pushing up off the bench, getting halfway to standing before a hand (oh god, Nick's hand on my damp, bare skin) was gently holding him in place. "It's ok, Greg. She's not my type either."

"She's n-" was all he got out as he was turned and pushed back against the corner he had been sitting next to a moment before.

Nick leaned in and brought his hands up to cradle either side of Greg's face. One knee in between Greg's, shoving the towel Greg was wearing aside and loosening it in the process. "Don't run away. It's taken me far too long to ask that question and I'd really like an answer." He ran one thumb gently across Greg's cheekbone and then asked, "Please?"

Even over the pounding of his heart, Greg heard the rasp of desire and nervousness in that one word. Before he could think long enough to talk himself out of it, he grasped both of Nick's arms and pulled him across the remaining inches.

Nick's lips were soft and passive at first, but he quickly became more aggressive, parting Greg's lips with his tongue, deepening the kiss like it was the last he would ever get. Pulling back, he drew Greg's bottom lip with him, sucking on it before releasing his hold on it and on Greg's face. Gasping, he asked, "Was that a yes?"

Gasping for air himself, Greg nodded.

Nick's eyes twinkled merrily, taking in Greg's slumped posture and his loosened towel. "Did I just render you speechless?"

Greg nodded again. "Do it again?"

Nick laughed out loud and smiled, lighting up the dimly light room. "And aroused, too. Say it first."

"Yes."

Nick began to lean in for the promised kiss when Greg met him halfway. He'd wanted to touch Nick for so long, he couldn't figure out where to start. His hands skidded over Nick's biceps, slid over wide shoulders and grazed a muscular back before gaining purchase on towel-clad hips, fingers digging in to drag Nick closer. He traced a soft path down over the towel, finding exposed skin about mid-thigh. Reversing the direction of his hands, the towel slowly began to bunch up. Not wanting to miss the long awaited unveiling, Greg released Nick's mouth and dropped his head onto a nearby shoulder, keeping Nick's lap in view.

It was then Greg noticed that his own lap was already exposed, whether it had been Nick's doing or his own pulsing erection that had gotten him that way, he didn't know. Or care. Nick's erection was more important at the moment. And the fact that he, Greg Sanders, was the reason for Nick's arousal was mind-blowing.

One final soft tug and said arousal was swaying back and forth like a prize fighter waiting for the bell. "Ding." Greg giggled into Nick's neck.

Nick gripped the hair on the back of Greg's head and gave a quick tug. "Share the joke, Sanders."

Reluctantly, Greg lifted his head. "No joke. Just can't believe where I am right now."

Nick glanced around. "Where you are? Aren't "your people" the ones who invented saunas?"

"I'm Norwegian. I believe you're thinking of the Finnish." Greg saw the twinkle in Nick's eyes had returned. "In the sauna was not the somewhere I was talking about and you know it."

"I did." Nick confessed, eyes widening as he whispers, "So, now that you're here, what are your plans?"

"Pray that I don't wake up. And this." Greg stood and offered his hand to Nick, who took it without hesitation. Once he had Nick on his feet, Greg's hands and mouth took over for words that just wouldn't be adequate anyway.

Both their bodies were flushed and slick with sweat, the sauna's heat magnifying the physical reaction of their desire. A desire that had Greg's head spinning at the first taste of Nick's skin, had his heart pounding at the feel of Nick's hands cupping his ass, had him gasping for precious overheated air when Nick's cock branded the skin on his abdomen and that same desire pushed him to his knees of a public sauna. And when Nick spoke his name in a breathless moan, Greg stopped thinking all together.

The sensation of Nick's heavy, velvet cock sliding and thrusting over his tongue sent delicious shivers up his spine and he wasn't surprised to feel goose flesh break out on his skin when Nick came hot and pulsing down his throat. What was surprising was the strength with which Nick lifted and deposited him onto the bench just a few moments later.

Unsure what was happening but certain that he desperately needed to ease the ache in his own throbbing dick, Greg began stroking himself almost immediately. Nick stared for a moment before gently covering Greg's hand with his own. "Beautiful. But not what I had in mind."

Nick's mouth was so hot and so impossibly cool at the same time as he tasted and teased Greg's cock, listening for the sounds that told him he was finding the spots that thrilled his new lover. Nick continued to tease and stroke until Greg cried out his release, a sound that echoed around the small room, despite the heavy layer of steam hanging in the air.

Greg felt strong hands lifting him again and allowed Nick to pull him into a sitting position, half in the Texan's lap. Nick nuzzled his nose against Greg's ear. "Wish we had a bed to crawl into."

His good humor always the the first to recover, Greg responded. "Post coital cuddling? Jesus, Nick you've blown me away once already. Well, twice if you count-"

Nick cut him off with a short laugh. "Nice. You weren't too bad yourself, ya know."

Greg was quiet for a moment, gathering the courage to ask, "Do you really think I'm beautiful?"

Tipping a finger under Greg's chin, Nick spoke directly into his eyes. "Yes. I do." Taking a deep breath and letting it out like a sigh, he continued, "But I think we should get out of here before we pass out from heat stroke." Then he stood, taking Greg with him and handed him one of the discarded towels.

After covering himself, Greg woozily followed Nick to the door. "I'm half way there." As it swung open, he noticed there was something stuck to the outside of the door. An ‘Out of Order' sign. "Hey, where did this come from?"

Nick stammered. "Oh, well.."

Greg stared at him, a look of disbelief clouding his features. "You put this here. To make sure we were alone. So you could seduce me."

"Greg, please, don't be angry, I didn't-"

"I'm not angry. I just wish I'd thought of it first." Greg grinned wickedly and stumbled off towards the showers, knowing Nick would follow soon enough.