Title: Surprise Gift
By: Verisimilitude
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. Although, Christmas is coming...
Summary: PWP. It's Nick's birthday and Warrick gets him a very interesting present.

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"Goodnight, Rick. Thanks so much for the surprise party man, it totally rocked." I say as I walk Warrick to the door. Warrick is the last one to leave the surprise birthday party—since he's the one who threw it for me; it's only fitting.

"I'm glad you had a good time. You deserve it; it's your birthday. If you need help with the rest of the clean up, just call me in the morning and I'll come right over." Warrick replies.

"Nah, we got the worst of it. I'll be ok handling it on my own. It is my house and all. You've done so much already. Thanks, man." I give Warrick a slightly woozy hug as he opens the door to leave.

"Yeah, well. My surprises aren't completely over yet. I left your birthday present on your bed." Warrick says with a glint in his eye as he closes the door between him and me.

At Warrick's comment I become slightly suspicious, but I've been downing beers all night and pigging out on birthday cake, so I don't really have it in me to become too skeptical. I turn out the lights in the house, deciding to deal with the rest of the mess in the morning, and head for my bedroom, eager to unwrap the present Warrick left me.

I open the door to my room and my jaw drops to the floor.

Greg

Sanders

Naked

In my bed.

Holy crap how did this happen? How much have I had to drink? This is probably another fantasy. The number of times I've fantasized about Greg...I lost count so long ago.

"Happy birthday." Greg says, smirking at me.

"Holy shit, this is real." I say to myself...no, wait, I think that was out loud.

Greg laughs a bit at that, then says, "Come over here and I'll show you how real it is."

I slowly walk over to the bed. It's like I can't get my body coordinated properly. I sit down on the edge and stare at Greg like he's going to disappear at any moment. I'm not entirely convinced that he won't.

Unfortunately my hesitating steps prove to be too much for Greg, "Oh God," he says, "I thought you wanted this...Warrick said...I'm sorry, I'll just go and..."

Seeing him get insecure about this snaps me out of my stupor. Learning that Greg is just as insecure around me as I am around him makes my brain scream at me to take control. It's almost like I don't consciously move my limbs, but all of a sudden I find myself pulling him toward me and kissing him like I've always wanted to.

He immediately begins to kiss me back, and starts tugging on my shirt to remove it from my pants. I shove him down on the bed and climb on top of him, never stopping for air. Who needs air when they can kiss Greg? I can't believe this is really happening, but his moving hands are pressing against my skin and his needy moans, or are those my needy moans? Who cares, I need him; I want him; right now.

Together we pull my shirt off over my head, breaking our kiss only for a second before he pulls me back down. He's thrusting against me from underneath me and I can feel him even though my jeans and my bedsheet are between us. I pull back and rip the bedsheet off him and throw the whole thing onto the floor in a tangled mess. As soon as I pull back his fingers are at my zipper and he's pulling my pants down like it's a race.

It is a race. I've never been this frantic for sex before. Seeing him naked, spread out before me is better than any fantasy I've ever had. If I can't have him right now I'm going to explode.

My pants aren't even off before I grab the lube that someone put on the nightstand. I quickly put some on my fingers and push Greg back onto his back from his kneeling position where he was trying to take my pants the rest of the way off. They're off enough for what I need right now.

I kiss his neck hard as I gently push my finger inside of him. He grasps my shoulders with both hands and moans loudly, moving his hips forward to push my finger in deeper. I can tell from the look in his eyes that he's just as hungry for this as I am. He needs me just as badly. I quickly add another finger and he cries, "Oh God Nicky, please more, please, please..."

I pull my fingers out of him, grab a condom and Greg and I both try to get it open and onto my dick as fast as possible. We're hindering each other more than we're helping and yet we both need to be doing this right now. We get it on and Greg grabs the back of my neck, pulls me down on top of him and wraps his legs around my body. "Come on, fuck me, please!" he cries.

"Oh God, Greg" I yell as I push into him. I've never felt anything better. Ever. But I don't have time to enjoy the sensation of just being inside of him because he starts thrusting his hips to impale himself and squeezing his legs to pull me forward further into his body. I can't resist that.

Within seconds I'm fucking him with every ounce of my being. Our cries are probably scaring the neighbours, but I just don't care. I don't think of anything except the beautiful man beneath me, writhing beneath me like he's waited his whole life to be fucked by me. And maybe he has, because ever since I met him I've wanted nothing more than to be right here.

Almost before I know what is happening I'm climaxing and Greg is coming with me. I haven't come that fast since I turned 20. But it was so good I just couldn't think of having it any other way. I collapse on top of him. My arms are jelly. I can't do anything but pant against his neck and try to remain conscious. I can feel him heaving air underneath me and think that I should probably get off him.

After a minute I'm able to roll to the side, sliding out of him in the process. He turns with me, to face me as we lay there and catch our breath.

"Holy fuck." I say.

"Yeah." He replies.

"How did you know? I never thought you knew."

"I didn't. Warrick told me the other day. Organized this whole party so he could get us into bed together. Said he was sick and tired of us moping about pining after each other."

"But, you left. I saw you leave about an hour ago." I'm getting confused. Post-orgasmic rational thinking is not my strong suit.

"Yeah, but Warrick pulled me up through your bedroom window and made sure you didn't come in till everyone else had left." Greg clarifies.

"Wow." I reply, and because I'm still slow on the uptake I add, "So, you like me too?"

"Oh yeah."

"Does that mean we can have sex again in the morning?" I ask, getting sleepier by the second.

"Definitely."

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