Title: Room Full Of Smoke
By: ullman
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not Mine

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The clicking sound of a lighter makes him look up, mesmerized briefly by the small flame and how it lights up the other man's face. Holding back a little moan of disappointment when the light disappears, only to moan shortly after at the sight of smoke being expelled from his nostrils. His lips parting to inhale some of it, blowing it out even slower.

The next drag on his cigarette has Greg reaching down, closing his fingers around his cock. He starts pumping it slowly, trying to somehow match the languid pace in which the smoke travels the room. He forces himself to keep his eyes open, wanting to take in every detail.

The hand holding the cigarette, how his fingers touch his lips when he brings the cigarette to his mouth, his lips parting. The slight sucking motion, the inhaling of smoke . Almost feeling the smoke drawn into his own lungs. The lazy, natural exhaling through nose and mouth. His lips still parted when the smoke's already filling the entire room and somehow he can't remember ever smelling anything more arousing than this.

He doesn't recall ever being this turned on, his cock painfully hard as he continues to stroke it, desperately wanting to touch Nick, feel him, but he can't get himself to move away from the bed. Instead, he draws a deep breath, wanting to taste the flavor of the cigarette. Nick's cigarette. Wanting to taste Nick. Breathe the same air as he does, inhale whatever he's inhaling and, breathing out deeply, wanting Nick to do the same.

His grip on his cock tightens and he starts working his hand faster,his breathing ragged as he arches into his own hand. The moment the cigarette reaches the filter, he watches as Nick turns to his side. Putting the cigarette bud out in the ashtray is the point Greg knows he's close and when Nick looks up, meeting his eyes for the first time, he's pretty sure that the moment Nick opens his mouth to whisper his name, will be the moment it's all over...


"Greg." Well, it's not so much of a whisper as it is a sleepy drawl and Greg opens his eyes, blinking a few times. He mumbles something incoherent, indicating to Nick that he's awake even though he's not sure he is yet.

"Dude, you were humping me." Nick says, his tone of voice a mixture of amusement and surprise, his hands on Greg's hips to stop whatever he was doing.

Greg has to blink a few more time, the strangely erotic image of Nick smoking fading into the sleep rumpled Nick that's looking down on him right now. "Sorry," he mumbles.

Nick grins. "Don't be. I prefer it when you're awake, that's all." Greg feels his face starting to flush and Nick doesn't miss it either. "Do hope I had some part in whatever it was that got you in this state," he adds, smiling smugly and shooting a look at Greg's hard on.

Greg doesn't even bother to answer that, instead he asks, "Did you ever smoke?"

Nick looks at him, clearly thinking that Greg's losing it. And maybe he's not wrong about that but Greg doesn't care as long as he answers his question. "Yeah. A long time ago."

Greg feels his cock twitch at that, ignores it, for now. "Why did you quit?"

Nick shrugs. "It's bad for you, G."

Greg rolls his eyes at the after school special answer. "Seriously, Nick."

"My mom found out, she made me give it up."

And Greg's not sure what he expected, maybe something that would keep his earlier dream alive, something hot, not something so cute. So Nick. Not that he's disappointed, not when Nick's looking adorably embarrassed at his confession and his hands are still on Greg's hips.

He grins, moving closer, steadied by Nick's hands as he leans over to whisper, "Well, I'm awake now."

Nick chuckles and shakes his head. "In that case, hump away, G."

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