Title: No Strings Attached
By: flipflopadd1ct
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Nick and Greg have a no-strings-attached relationship. (Inspired by a song; lyrics at the end don't belong to me.)
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Sex is an addiction, a physical craving.
Sex is a need.
There's nothing like dancing and grinding with a hot guy or chick on a crowded dance floor, moving in time with the music, leaving the club so we can get a little closer. I don't care how it's done as long as I get mine - it can be sober and passionate or drunk and dirty.
Drunk and dirty...that's how it was with Nick. At least, that's how it was the first time.
I was sitting at the bar, downing the second beer of the night when I spotted him on the dance floor, illuminated by the colored lights. I never knew he could dance like that, and it was one hell of a turn-on. I pushed my way through the crowd and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind.
He turned to see who I was and the look on his face went from surprise to pleasure as he moved so we were facing each other. We danced together, cocks bulging in our jeans, and next thing I knew he was leading me out of the club and into a taxi. We made out furiously in the back seat; Nick had a hand inside my zipper when we arrived at his apartment. I threw some bills at the driver and followed Nick upstairs.
He fumbled with his key, probably because I was sucking on his neck, but as soon as the door was open he slammed me against it, pushing my shirt off my shoulders and palming my erection through the denim. We were both drunk, horny as hell, so by the time we made it to the bed we were both naked, cocks sliding, hands roaming.
I straddled his legs as I took his cock into my mouth for the first time, feeling the weight on my tongue, bobbing up and down to take as much of it as I could. He squirmed and thrust into my mouth, moaning but not wanting to come yet, so I pulled off and rolled onto my back as he got up and fumbled in the drawers. I rolled the condom down his impressive length and prepared myself, watching the expression on his face as I made a show of fucking myself.
He slipped inside me in one quick thrust, filling me up. I shouted out loud and begged him to fuck me harder, faster. Nick stroked my straining cock in time with his thrusts, leaning forward to claim my mouth as he claimed my ass. We were both too far gone, too much in lust to last long and we came in unison, my cum landing on our stomachs as he filled the condom. He pulled out and tossed the condom aside.
I got up, trying to fight off the post-orgasmic haze, and dressed. "We've got to do that again some time," I whispered as I left, but Nick was already asleep.
Most people would think that having sex with your co-worker would make the office an awkward place, but it wasn't for us. I didn't even think he remembered doing it, until a week later when he called me, wanting another go.
That's what our relationship became. Fuck buddies. Friends with benefits. We can date other people, even fuck other people, but if I need to get my rocks off Nick's always there.
We'd hook up at a club, dance and drink some, then take it back to one of our apartments and get off. Sometimes we'd console each other after a bad date or let some steam off after a stressful case. We've talked before, wondering if we're more than fuck buddies, and sometimes I wonder if Nick wants more than my body.
But it always boils down to the same thing. It's simple. It's just sex, feeling somebody else's body against your own. What we do isn't love, it's lust.
I know some people look down on our kind of relationship, but it works. No strings attached.
Sex is an addiction, a physical craving, a need. I get mine, Nick gets his.
"Get Mine, Get Yours
"
Christina Aguilera
Baby you pretend that things ain't what they seem
All this tension telling me just exactly what we should be
Now I don't mind us being some kind of casual thing
Listen, all I wanna do right now is have your contact on me
Can you put your hands on my waistline
Want your skin up against mine
Move my hips to the baseline
Let me get mine, you get yours
Hang a please don't disturb sign
Put my back into a slow grind
Sending chills up and down my spine
Let me get mine, you get yours
If you see me with a man
Understand that you can't question me
The feelings that you call, it ain't my fault
It can't help your jealousy
If you can handle the fact that
What we have has got to be commitment free
Then we can keep this undercover lovin' comin', hidden
Underneath the sheets
Can you put your hands on my waistline
Want your skin up against mine
Move my hips to the baseline
Let me get mine, you get yours
Hang a please don't disturb sign
Put my back into a slow grind
Sending chills up and down my spine
Let me get mine, you get yours
"Now listen..."
So, come on and freak my body
We can get nasty, naughty
All night a private party
Gotta hit that spot just right
Work me like a 9 to 5
It ain't about the kissin' and huggin'
Cause this is a physical lovin'
Straight sweatin', our bodies are rubbin'
Gotta hit that spot just right
Work me like a 9 to 5
We have a physical thing
We'll make love, but don't fall in love
Let me get mine, you get yours
You spend time
Just enough so you get yours, and I get mine
No strings attached
I want your body, not your heart
Let me get mine, you get yours
Can you put your hands on my waistline
Want your skin up against mine
Move my hips to the baseline
Let me get mine, you get yours
Hang a please don't disturb sign
Put my back into a slow grind
Sending chills up and down my spine
Let me get mine, you get yours
Put your hands on my waistline
Want your skin up against mine
Move my hips to the baseline
Let me get mine, you get yours
Hang a please don't disturb sign
Put my back into a slow grind
Sending chills up and down my spine
Let me get mine, you get yours
Come here
Don't be shy
I won't bite
Let me get mine, you get yours
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