TITLE: The Trade-Off
BY: jayceepat
RATING: NC-17
PAIRINGS: Nick/Greg
WARNINGS: Adult content and language
SUMMARY: What will you trade to get what you want
SPOILERS: None
DISCLAIMER: If you don’t recognize it, it’s mine. Otherwise, everything belongs to Bruckheimer, CBS and Zuicker.


Nick was drowning in sensation; sound, sight, taste, smell and touch. He couldn’t decide which of the five senses affected him the most. The sounds that Greg made when he teased and tormented his nipples or his smooth velvety cock and the sounds always increased when he stroked over his tight puckered hole. The sight of his skin flushing from his stomach all the way up to his hair line was like watching the dawn break over the desert very early in the morning. It was the same rosy flush.

He licked the junction where Greg’s leg joined his body. He could taste the salty tang of sweat and pre cum; it was intoxicating. He could smell Greg’s unique body smell. When he was aroused he smelled like sex and every wicked, exciting thing Nick had ever smelled. Touching Greg with his tongue or his hands or his hard eager cock was always guaranteed to make Nick lose all his inhibitions.

Greg was desire and satisfaction and want and need. He was everything Nick had ever hoped or dreamed of and he wanted so badly to tell him that but what ever this was between them; talking had never been a part of it.

Every time they got together Nick expected it to be the last. He kept waiting for Greg to get tired of him or find someone closer to his own age or more adventurous than Nick. Each time he became more desperate to keep Greg with him. He yearned to hold him in his arms all night and wake up with him and take their time together. He wanted to spend long, lazy afternoons laying together in the sunshine just kissing and stroking each other with out the need to rush to completion.

He knew he was probably about to end all his dreams but he had decided that living like this was not living at all. He had endured tortures that no other human could have stood but this constant hunger was more than he could handle. He had decided that if it ended he would leave Las Vegas and learn to live his life alone.

“Greg. Open your eyes and look at me.”

Greg was almost completely under or where ever he went when they joined their bodies in this age old dance. He didn’t respond to Nick’s voice so Nick pulled away from him a little.

“Greg, Baby, listen to me; open your eyes, look at me.”

It took a while but Greg finally was able to open and focus on Nick’s face.

“What’s wrong Nick? Aren’t you ready? You sure as hell feel like your ready.”

Nick took a deep breath and said quietly, “Greg why do you do this? What do you get from me?”

Greg blinked at Nick for a second and then pulled him down to his eager mouth. He kissed him and whispered against his lips, “Your cock, your mouth and your hands.”

Nick pulled back and tried to keep the tears from pooling in his eyes. Greg looked at him again and said, “What do you get from me, Nick? Aren’t you getting what you want?”

Nick shook his head slowly and said, “No, I’m not. I want your heart and soul.”

Greg became completely still. He didn’t even appear to be breathing. Finally he said, “Are you willing to trade yours for mine?”

Nick looked into his eyes and said with all his heart, “Gladly.”

Greg smiled, wiggled his body against Nick’s and pulled his hips forward which caused his dick to slip deep into his body. He kissed Nick again and said against his lips, “It’s a deal. Now finish what you started and let’s get some sleep.”

Nick slipped easily into the movements that he knew would make them both fall over the edge into what he hoped would be the first of the rest of their life. His last conscious thought was, “Sometimes you got to be willing to make a trade-off to get what you want.”