Title: Time Well Wasted
By: flipflopadd1ct
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: R
Summary: Nick gets a new truck. Inspired by a Brad Paisley song (Mud On The Tires); title taken from a Brad Paisley album.***
I had never seen Nick so happy in his life. And based on the circumstances, that's kind of pathetic.
As soon as I walked in the door, he pushed me against it, his arms on either side of my head to hold me in place. He looked like Christmas had come early.
Apparently, it had.
"I've got the money!" he said breathlessly.
"Money for what?" Seriously, I was lost.
"The truck!"
Oh.
OH.
Remember that this is Nick we're talking about, born and raised in the South. And if there's one thing I learned while dating Nick, it's that every Southern man wants a truck. Needs a truck. Can't live without a truck. Now, Nick could finally get his truck.
His last one had been totaled. The funny (okay, funny to me because I have a fucked-up sense of humor) thing is that the truck was parked when it was totaled. Don't drink and drive, folks, because you'll wreck my baby's ride. Poor Nick was devastated. He'd spent so much time obsessively fixing the truck up, washing it twice a week, and then it's destroyed a month after he buys it. Poor, poor Nick.
Back to my story. So there I was pinned to the door by a truck-happy Nick, his big strong arms making me unable to move, his head leaned in towards mine as he went on and on about the truck...it was all very sexy. So I got hard. Nick got hard. We fucked, and it was damn good sex.
The next morning, it was truck this and truck that. I was waiting for him to name it.
About a week later, we're eating breakfast and Nick, out of nowhere, shocked me.
"Let's take it to the lake."
It, of course, being the truck, and the lake being Lake Mead.
"C'mon, Greg! We can skip a day of work and rent one of the far off campgrounds, have it all to ourselves..."
I was stuck on "Let's take it to the lake." The truck was new. It's a simple equation: lake(mud) + truck = dirty truck. I was still attempting to comprehend this when Nick shook me out of my confusion-induced stupor.
"Yeah?" I said, missing my mouth with the fork.
"What'd you say? It'd be good to get away from it all. Break the truck in, get a little mud on those tires."
"You just bought the truck. Are you sure you wanna mess it up?"
"I learned my lesson. Life's too short to worry about a truck!" Nick bounced up from the table and was singing to himself as he put our dishes away. Aww. There was no way I could turn him down.
So the next available time that was convenient for both of us, also known as the next day, we set off for the lake right after work. We packed before shift started – sleeping bags, a bit of food...everything we'd need for a day's getaway was there.
It was actually kind of fun, driving up there. We had the windows down, wind blowing in our faces. Nick was blasting the country station and singing along. I will never admit it out loud, but not all of that music sucks.
We made it to our usual campsite, set up, and hit the lake. It had its own private beach and all, set in its own hidden cove. It's a pretty great place. We swam for most of the afternoon, made out a bit, fished, hiked...we just enjoyed the outdoors in general. You don't get a lot of that living in busy Las Vegas.
It got darker, and that's when the fun started. It had rained the day before, puddles and mud everywhere, so making a fire wasn't easy but once Nick had it going, Nick had it going! We cooked hobo pies and then laid out under the stars.
Neither one of us spoke a word.
I don't know how long we were there, looking up at the vast expanse of star-dotted sky, but I didn't care. I felt at peace in the world. It was quiet, serene. Beautiful.
Then Nick reached over, grabbed my hand and placed it on his hard cock. I was all over him before you could say "Yeehaw!"
I think I did say "Yeehaw" sometime during that night. After all, Nick surprised my by bringing his cowboy hat. Oooh, I have such a cowboy fetish.
Anyway, it wasn't long 'til we were down on the ground by the dying fire, a blanket separating our naked skin from the messy earth as Nick plowed into me. It felt so good! Out there in the open, no one around but us, the soft glow from the fire dancing on our bodies. We fucked long and slow, then hard and fast, Nick whispering all sorts of dirty things into my ear. I was in such heat. I don't think our sex had even been that hot, that reckless, that perfect before!
We woke as dawn broke, sunlight illuminating our still-bare bodies. We went at it again, even riskier because the world was awakening too. But that just made it hotter. After all was said and done we jumped into the lake under the pretense of washing each other off...until I pinned Nick down in the shallow end and ground my crotch into his.
Yeah. Sometimes I think we're too horny for our own good.
Eventually we had to pack up and leave and get back to the real world. The weekend was great, a nice escape. We sure as hell had fun.
And yeah, we got a little mud on the tires.***
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