Title: Of Un-being and Being
By: foggynite
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut.
Pairing(s): Nick/Greg
Status: Complete
Notes: Written for carolinecrane's A Thousand Whispers CSI Challenge (http://www.nickandgreg.com/1000whispers/)
Webpage: http://yaoihaven.net/~foggynite/
Summary: Greg loves the sound of his own voice.

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Desire itself is movement
Not in itself desirable;
Love is itself unmoving,
Only the cause and end of movement,
Timeless, and undesiring
Except in the aspect of time
Caught in the form of limitation
Between un-being and being.

"Burnt Norton" Four Quartets TS Eliot

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Greg likes to think that he has a pretty versatile voice. He's not the type to sit alone in a room and talk to himself just to hear it, but he does think it's one of his better attributes.

There are his usual dulcet tones, a little gravelly with a hint of nasal, but still pleasing to the ear. His speaking voice is low enough to be seductive, but not deep enough to sound like a chain-smoking granny, and he's had men and women alike compliment him on it.

Then there's his talented singing voice, able to match notes with even the most hardcore heavy metal and industrial bands. He prefers Marilyn Manson, mostly because it makes Nick roll his eyes, but he'll go for Disturbed or Rammstein if available. He also does some punk, like the Dropkick Murhpys, and some eurotrash, like Zeromancer, and maybe, when he's in the mood, he'll belt out some Melissa Etheridge in the shower.

He likes to think that his voice perfectly conveys his emotions, sounding menacing when he's upset and a bit debonair when he's excited. Of course, he realizes that it actually just goes flat and is filled with sighs when he's pissy, and that it still retains a sarcastic edge no matter what mood he's in. Part of what attracts him to Nick is the other man's own brand of sarcasm, the dry humor delivered with an innocent smile, and the way he's willing to play the foil for some of Greg's best lines. Nick's admitted to enjoying Greg's voice, too.

But what Greg really likes about his voice, and is always content to listen to, is the way he moans as Nick licks a wet stripe from the back of his balls to the tip of his cock. That noise, he just fucking loves, and wouldn't dream of stifling it.

He's sure the neighbors appreciate that.

His moans turn to breathy gasps as Nick sucks on the loose skin of his scrotum with just enough teeth to send tiny shocks through Greg's legs and abdomen. He could lay here all night, feet planted firmly on the mattress with Nick kneeling between his splayed legs, as long as Nick doesn't stop rolling Greg's balls in that perfect mouth. Each one receives Nick's undivided attention, punctuated by slick jabs of his tongue to the sensitive skin right behind Greg's scrotum. He arches his neck back into the pillow sharply, eyes squinting shut involuntarily, because Nick is licking and sucking lower now, and really.

He's sure the neighbors heard that one, but he honestly doesn't care. In fact, he kind of gets off on the fact that he's his own personal porno track. One of them has to vocalize their enjoyment'...it's a crime not to let the world know that they're having sex this good'...and it sure as hell won't be Nick. Raised in a state where sodomy wasn't even legal until last year, the boy has some issues when it comes to notions of sexual propriety. But Greg doesn't mind. He's loud enough for the both of them.

"Ah'...fuck, Nick'...Right there'...God'..."

He also enjoys giving constructive feedback in the bedroom-- as a courtesy, of course, so that Nick will do that tongue thing rightthereagainpleaseohfuckyes. He's found that there are few times when he's coherent enough during sex with Nick to form words, so he likes to take advantage of it when he can.

But the ability to think in rational sentences, let alone speak, is tossed out the window when Nick slides his large tanned hands under Greg's ass, lifting his bottom off the mattress as Nick's tongue darts in and out of him. Greg's almost folded in half now and that gives him the perfect view to watch, grunting in synch with each bob of his painfully stiff cock, muscles straining not to use the leverage of his legs over Nick's shoulders to grind up further. Because Nick's glancing at him periodically, eyes shying away at first but then their gazes lock and Nick's eyes are boring into his soul as much as his tongue is fucking Greg into the mattress.

There's only so much of that Greg can take before he's moaning incoherently, frantically tugging at Nick's shoulders, desperate for more contact with Nick's feverish skin on his own. Nick smiles and Greg quickly gets lowered back down and covered with a straining Texan who muffles his groans in the crook of Greg's neck. The sudden friction of Nick's cock along the underside of his is intense and the air rushes out of him in a deep whine. He clutches at Nick's ass, pressing upwards and lifting his knees higher until they're at Nick's ribs. With a little pushing, the other man finally gets the idea and pulls back long enough to slip his cock between Greg's sweaty thighs.

Greg takes the opportunity to capture Nick's mouth, swiping his tongue across lips and stubble still slick with Nick's own spit. He can taste himself and that makes him surge up harder, groaning into Nick's mouth as his cock pushes against Nicks' unyielding abs. The head of Nick's cock slides along his ass, nudging at Greg's hole but not enough to penetrate, and Greg moans with each teasing thrust. They're panting harshly together, Nick looming over him, filling his senses, and Greg couldn't stop the stream of noises from his mouth even if he wanted. Instead, he just pulls Nick closer, reveling in the feeling of hard muscle pushing against his own fit limbs.

Another thrust and Nick's breath starts that little hitch that means he's right on the edge, so Greg gets his footing on the mattress again and arches into him, blunt nails digging into the slick flesh under his fingertips. He watches unblinking as Nick's flushed cheeks redden more, takes in the gritted teeth and tightly shut eyes. When he feels liquid heat spurt against his lower back, he grinds into Nick's abs one more time and lets himself go with a loud moan. He keeps staring at Nick the entire time, shuddering as the electric tingle spreads through his entire body, making every hair stand on end.

Nick opens his eyes as Greg's aftershocks hit, and they collapse back down together, panting as their cocks twitch. Greg mouths at the closest patch of salty skin, enjoying the humid warmth of Nick's breath stirring the hairs on his neck.

Pushing up to rest on his elbows, Nick grins sweetly, and reaches up to wipe the sweat from Greg's forehead before it can hit his eyes. The fingertips trail along Greg's cheek and he stills the hand, pressing a kiss to the center of the palm. Nick bends down, pressing their mouths together lightly until Greg presses back. It's the kind of kiss that promises to be there tomorrow, and the day after, even when the neighbors complain about the noise.

They finally pause to breathe and Greg smiles back at him, and they continue to lay there even after they start to cool off and get sticky.

The thing that Greg loves most about his voice'...the hottest part'... is that sometimes, he doesn't need to use it at all.