Title: Shopping
By: it-glitters
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,491
Author's Notes: Beta'd by sanityunhinged - I'm convinced he just does it for the porn...
Summary: Nick has to go to the store to buy lube, but has no idea which one to get. PWP, Humor, Smut.

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Nick nervously took out his cell phone, berating himself for never noticing the type of lube they used.  They used it all the time - but Greg was always the one who bought it.  And in the heat of the moment, Nick never thought to stare at the label.

Please, please pick up, Greg.  The phone continued to ring, finally switching over to Greg's voice mail.  Nick cursed and flipped his phone shut.  He stared at the shelves again - and all he could figure was that he didn't need flavored lube.  Or, at least he didn't think he needed flavored lube.  They had edible lube; they used it for the occasional rimming.  Now, Nick couldn't remember if they were out of both regular and edible lube.

He glanced nervously at the few people that were milling around, looking at various other items.  It was a nice shop, but he still felt like a deviant.  He really just wanted one of the lubes to just say, "˜Nick Stokes, use this one to fuck your boyfriend.' But none of them did.

He must have looked lost, because a moment later one of the employees was walking behind him.

"Anything I can help you with?" she asked as she stepped up beside him.

He knew that he was bright red.  He was torn between grabbing one of each and just paying, or he could just run.  But if he ran, he wouldn't be having sex, and if he came home with one of everything, Greg wouldn't be able to stop laughing long enough for them to have sex.

"Um..."

"Why don't you start by telling me what you need it for," she said gently, sensing his discomfort.

"I... um..."

"Vaginal or anal use?"

"Oh... uh... anal."

"OK, well, I like this one," she said, grabbing a vial from the shelf.  "Not really greasy, and it's water based, so it's good for use with condoms."

The bottle didn't look familiar.  "I... uh... there's a specific one - and I'm supposed to get it because he... she... I mean."

"Your boyfriend's not going to give you any if you don't buy the right stuff?"

Nick knew he must have been red as a tomato.  "Yeah," he said shyly, as he stared at the floor.

"OK... I'm going to point out our best lubes, and you tell me if anything looks familiar."

"OK."

She began to point to several bottles on the shelves, one at a time, allowing Nick to take a careful look at each.  A few of them looked familiar - but more in the way that he and Greg might have tried them in the past and weren't thrilled with them.  Finally, he saw it.

"That's it!" he practically yelled, turning a few heads.  "I mean... that's the one," he said again softly, pulling it from the shelf.

"OK," she said with a giggle and a smile.  "Is that it? Or were you looking for something else today?"

"Um..."

"Your boyfriend's generally in charge of all that?"

Nick nodded.

"Yeah, you don't seem like the kind of guy that's around here much.  C'mon, I'll ring you up."

....

His phone finally rang when he was a mere stoplight from being home.  It was Greg - finally returning his call.

"Hey," Nick said as he answered and pulled into the turn lane.

"I totally forgot - I bet you have no idea what type of lube we use."

"That was why I was calling."

"I'm really, really sorry."

"It's OK, I think I figured it out."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I'm almost there - I'll see you in a minute and you can tell me if I did good or bad."

....

The moment Nick walked in, Greg was all over him.  "I can't believe we ran out... how the hell do we let ourselves run out of lube, of all things?" he said, as he kissed Nick's neck.

"I don't know," he said, placing the bag on the table.

"No!" Greg yelled as he picked up the bag.  "No putting things down! Bedroom - now.  We have to have sex.  Right.  Now."  Greg took the bag and Nick's arm and pulled him into the bedroom.

Greg threw Nick on the bed and crawled on top of him.  Greg pulled the lube from the bag. "I cannot believe that you managed to buy the right type of lube, all on your own."

Nick blushed again - hoping that there was enough blood in his body for both the blush and his cock.  There seemed to be.

Greg started kissing his way down Nick's body as he removed Nick's clothing.  Greg loved it when Nick wore button downs - it allowed for even more chest kissing.  And Greg had an obsession for kissing Nick's chest - almost as serious as his obsession with just kissing Nick.

Nick moaned and thrust his hips upward - in part to let Greg remove his pants, but mostly it was because he really, really wanted Greg to start kissing his cock. 

"Calm down," Greg laughed as he removed Nick's pants and boxers, getting them caught on his shoes.  "We really need to work on the whole remembering to take our shoes off thing."  He chucked Nick's shoes and socks to the side and finished removing his pants and boxers.  Nick lay there, naked, hard, and waiting.

"Hey, Nicky?"

"Yeah?"

"You wanna top tonight?" Greg asked with a playful grin.

"You know I do," Nick said, as he pounced on Greg and pinned him to the bed.  Greg laughed as Nick clumsily tore off his shirt and then pawed at his fly.

"God! That tickles!"

"You know you love it, Greg." Nick finally managed to get Greg's pants open.  He got a firm grip on Greg's stomach and pulled his pants free, finally letting go just in time to finish the job.

The moment turned from jovial to serious with one smoldering look.  Greg opened his legs and allowed Nick to crawl between them.  This time it was Nick who made a grab for the lube.

Nick kneeled between Greg's legs and put them on his shoulders.  Reaching down he spread the lube liberally onto his fingers before thrusting two inside of Greg, who was already clawing at the sheets above his head.

Nick smiled, pleased with himself, especially when he curled his fingers upward and made Greg jump in pleasure.  He enjoyed preparing Greg as much as he liked fucking him.  Foreplay was an art form for Nick, and he loved to draw it out, loved to hear Greg beg for his cock.  Tonight was one of those nights - and they both knew it.

"Oh, God, Nicky." Greg's grip on the sheets was so tight that his knuckles were white.  Nick had to use his free hand on Greg's hips to keep from slipping out.  He placed his hand on Greg's pubic hair, just to add to the torture.

Nick leaned forward and kissed Greg as he removed his fingers.  He reached up to the nightstand for the box of wet naps they kept there.  He took one out and wiped off his hands - giving Greg a moment to breathe.

Nick looped his arms under Greg's, and Greg dropped his legs so that his feet were flat against the bed as Nick pushed in.  Greg moaned and grasped onto Nick's back, and tightened his legs around Nick's ass.

Nick buried his face in the crook of Greg's neck as he thrust in and out; slowly, leisurely.  He loved moving slowly, loved the smell of Greg during sex - the salt, the muskiness, the arousal.

Greg was pulling him in closer and Nick could feel Greg's cock stuck between them, slapping against his stomach each time he moved his hips.  It was all so quiet - just their bodies moving, the slapping of skin, heavy breathing, and the occasional moan or whimper.

Nick could feel himself getting close - Greg was so tight around him.  He bit Greg's shoulder - their sign that he was close.  Greg moaned loudly and moved his own hips in response - helping Nick, and helping himself to get more friction on his trapped cock.

Nick thrust in once more and let out a cry, muffled by Greg's skin just before he came.  He collapsed into Greg's arms and felt Greg flinch as he was taken over by his own orgasm.  The sticky seed trapped them together, even as Nick slid out and rolled them onto their sides.

"Ouch," Greg muttered.

"Huh?"

Greg reached under himself and pulled out the container of lube. "This was the best thing that you ever bought."

Nick took the lube and tossed it onto the nightstand.  Greg rolled over and turned his back to Nick, and Nick could see the spot that he had bit.

"Whoops."

"Mmmm?"  Greg always got so tired and warm after sex.  He was the perfect spooning partner. 

Nick threw his arm over Greg's body and curled in.  He kissed the bite mark.  "Nothing."

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