Title: Relax
By: flipflopadd1ct
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Don't do it.

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Greg has that look in his eyes, the one that looks like it should be accompanied by pointy red horns and a pitchfork.

He holds Nick's gaze for several long seconds, grins a bit because he knows exactly what he's doing, then dips his head once more. Grazes Nick's cock with his tongue, and Nick arches off the bed with a prolonged hiss.

"Jesus, Greg..." More a breath than anything else.

"Relax," Greg replies, a hint of edge in his voice, nonchalant even with the head of Nick's cock mere inches from his lips. That's just Greg - naturally sexual and utterly calm when he wants to be.

Not Nick, though. He likes it fast, maybe even a bit rough - none of this drawn-out, torturous shit that Greg's putting him through. It's not the first time Greg has done this, either. No, Greg enjoys having Nick literally in the palm of his hand.

Greg's got one hand lightly pumping at the base of Nick's cock (so that when Greg's mouth isn't full of Nick, Nick can still feel something), while the other is resting on Nick's left hip. Warmly, yet possessively. Each time Nick squirms, or arches his back, hell, when he moves at all, Greg presses down to keep him in place.

One of Nick's hands is wrapped around a bar on the headboard directly behind his head. He's never fully appreciated what those bars are for until recently, and now he grips it like it's his lifeline. He can't help it - he feels like if he lets go, he'll let go and neither he nor Greg wants that yet.

At least, not completely. A part of Nick wants to come, desperately. It seems like Greg's had Nick at his mercy for hours now.

It's just not fair, Nick thinks. Here he is, completely naked on the bed, while Greg's still wearing his jeans. Nick was only able to get the buttons undone before Greg turned the tables and pushed Nick onto the bed and stripped him. Nick imagines that Greg can't be too comfortable - but he deserves a bit of payback.

Immediately, Greg (who must be psychic; Nick's sure of it by now) suddenly takes half of Nick's cock into his mouth.

And he just sits there.

No bobbing his head. No rolling his tongue. Nothing.

Nick whines. It's not intentional, it just happens. His grasp on the wooden bar tightens and he tries to push his hips off the bed, but Greg silently warns him to quit it, and he does.

Nick can't tell, but he's sure Greg is smiling around his cock. No, not smiling. Beaming. Nick thought he'd perfected the shit-eating grin - then he met Greg.

"Dammit, Greg!" Nick explodes. "Do something!"

Greg does do something - he pulls off, lets Nick fall from his lips. And this time, his occupied hand stays still.

Greg's face is straight, but his tone is smug.

"Are you going to let me do this or not? 'Cause I could just stop, grab the KY and a porno, and go jerk off in the living room. It's up to you, of course."

Despite all that, Nick feels Greg squeeze the base of his cock and start jerking him off again anyway.

Nick lets out something that's a cross between a moan and a sigh, and he drapes his free arm across his eyes - maybe if he can't see it, it'll end sooner. But he can practically hear Greg's grin.

Sensation rushes back, more intense than before as Greg covers him in warmth and wetness again. Nick's able to restrain himself from writing around, and Greg is pleased because he begins to suck Nick's cock harder.

Too hard, maybe. Or at least too well. Because Nick can't hold on much longer, headboard or not.

Slick pressure as Greg slips farther down, and Nick tears his arm away from his face, his skin wet with sweat from his brow.

"Greg..." Nick groans, and even he's not sure if it's a warning or an urge.

It doesn't matter because Greg stops anyway.

"Don't do it," he growls, that vaguely-devilish look materializing once more.

Nick hates that look.

"This isn't funny, Greg!" Nick protests to the ceiling.

"Do you want me to stop?" Innocence. Yeah, right.

"No—"

Greg cuts him off by resuming the Blowjob from Hell, but Nick hasn't a single shred of self-control left. Just the head of Nick's cock passes Greg's lips before Nick comes with a drawn-out moan.

"You weren't supposed to do that yet," Greg says after he swallows Nick's load and climbs onto his knees.

"Too bad." Nick slips a hand around to the back of Greg's head and pulls him forward for a kiss. Then Nick suddenly, strongly flips their positions until Greg is lying where Nick had been moments before.

Nick straddles Greg at his hips, stares down at him. Greg's faded jeans are riding a bit low, and just the tip of his cock is visible above the waistband of his boxers. Now Greg is the man writhing desperately on the sheets.

Nick, his own grin firmly in place, reaches down and cups the outline of Greg's erection through his boxers and squeezes it lightly. Eventually he concedes and yanks Greg's jeans off his legs, but the tables have turned once more.

A/N: Inspired by the song of the same title - Relax.

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