Title: Treehouse Moment
Author: squara
PAIRING: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Summary: This was written a while back for, I believe, a 'Peeping Tom' challenge.

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"Greg, where the Hell are we going?" Nick followed him across the damp grass of the Sanders' family back yard, "It's 2 am, and I am not in the mood to play games, it was a long flight, and I am meeting your whole family tomorrow...I need sleep...."

"Shhhh," Greg replied, "you are going to wake everyone up. I promise it will be worth it, just trust me, ok?"

Nick followed Greg further into the darkness, trying not to slip on the grass as he kept up. They were heading for a small grouping of trees in the back corner of the yard. He couldn't believe he had let Greg convince him to attend the annual Sanders family reunion. He couldn't believe that tomorrow he was going to essentially come out to a huge group of people he didn't even know yet. What had he been thinking? He probably hadn't been thinking when he agreed, Greg seemed to have the effect on him, and Nick still wasn't certain if that was good or bad. He was so lost in thought that he didn't realize that Greg had stopped right in front of him.

"Damn!" Nick yelped as he ran full force into Greg's back.

"SHHHH! I told you to be quiet!" Greg said, as he steadied Nick, keeping him from falling on the wet grass. "You are going to wake up the Kirk's next door. Edna and Jack. They are the nosiest people on the block, and I don't want to explain to the police why I am in my own back yard at 2 am."

"Sorry", Nick replied, even though he wasn't really feeling too sorry. His feet were cold and wet, and he was irritated that he wasn't inside, wrapped in warm blankets, Greg snoring at his side."So, what is so important that you had to drag me out of bed?"

"Look up", said Greg, motioning to the tree in front of them.

Nick looked up and saw the sorriest excuse for a tree house he had ever seen. It was little more than a rickety platform with a railing. There was a tarp over the top, making it look slightly more respectable, but still...."You drug me out of bed at 2am to see this?!"

"Hey, this is the Fort that has been the scene of many famous Greg Sanders moments", Greg responded, he then looked at Nick and waggled his eyebrows, "I thought maybe we could make a few more famous moments in it while we were here.

"Greg, no offense, but I don't think that thing can hold a squirrel, let alone withstand a 'moment', especially not the kind of moment I think you have in mind, I'm going back to bed." Nick turned to walk back to the house, and suddenly he was slipping on the wet grass. He fell forward and felt the weight of Greg fall on top of him.

"Believe me, it can hold the kind of moment I have in mind just fine," Greg whispered in Nick's ear. He than ran his tongue across Nick's neck, leaving a hot trail in the cool night air. "Come on, cowboy, where's your sense of adventure?" Greg pulled Nick to his feet, then began climbing the ancient ladder attached to the tree's trunk. "Don't make me have a moment all by myself," he called over his shoulder as he ascended into the dark branches.

Nick thought about what it would look like to watch Greg have a moment in the tree house by himself. Imagined Greg touching himself in the darkness overhead, the cool wind rustling the leaves as Greg ran his hands all over his body...."Fuck". Nick followed Greg up the tree, knowing that he would regret this in the morning, but also knowing that if he didn't join Greg he would just lie in bed wishing he had.

Nick pulled himself onto the platform and was greeted with the sight of Greg, naked, sprawled out on a sleeping bag that covered the warped wood. Nick then realized that the tarp looked to have been recently attached to the weathered railing. "You had this planned, didn't you?"His voice was filled with desire. The image of Greg naked in a tree was definitely going to feature heavily in his dreams the next few weeks. Especially if Greg kept touching himself like that.

"Maybe,"Greg replied as he ran a hand over his bare chest, "why don't you join me and see what else I have planned?"

Nick quickly removed his sweat pants and t-shirt, joining Greg on the sleeping bag.

"Are you sure that no one can see us up here,"he whispered into Greg's ear.

"Pretty sure, but if they are up at 2am, they deserve any show we give them" Greg whispered back as he took Nick's ear in his warm mouth and began to gently suck on it.

Nick moaned. Fuck it, Greg was right, if anyone was up at 2am they deserved whatever they got. Plus that tongue felt damn good on his cold ear. He imagined what else it would feel good on, and knew that there was no turning back now. He was going to have sex in a rickety old tree house. Nick reached between them to wrap his hand around Greg's shaft. Greg let out a little giggle, "Your hands are cold, Nicky."

"That's not the only thing that's cold", Nick murmured as he began to slowly stroke Greg, the heat of his cock warming Nick's cold fingers.

"Mmmm, we'll have to do something about that"Greg said as he slowly made his way down Nick's body, leaving a hot trail of kisses in his wake. Just as Nick was about to complain that if Greg moved any lower we was going to have to add cold hands back to his list, he felt warm breath blow gently over his stomach, a promise that Nick wouldn't be cold for long if Greg was going to have anything to do with it.. Nick released his grip on Greg, and let him continue on his journey down Nick's body. He moaned as Greg licked a hot arc across his bellybutton.

Nick was taken by surprise when Greg took his whole length into his warm mouth. "Oh god, that feels so good," he whispered as Greg began to slowly swirl his tongue around Nick's hard cock. The sensation of heat on his cool skin, combined with the excitement that they were out in the open, where anyone could see them, was quickly pushing him to the edge. When Greg began to gently roll Nick's balls in his hand, that was it. Nick let the fire of his orgasm roll across his body. He didn't even realize that he was yelling Greg's name until he felt a slightly warm hand clamp over his mouth. "Sorry", he breathed against Greg's hand.

"Its ok, I take it as a compliment, I just don't know if the rest of the neighborhood would", Greg brought his body back up Nick's so that he could kiss him on the mouth.

Nick could taste himself of Greg's tongue as he deepened the kiss. "Well, lets see if I can redeem myself by warming you up a little," he said as he pulled away and began to kiss his way down Greg's chest.



Neither one of them noticed the light that had come on at the Kirk's house next door. Or the old woman with binoculars that had come to the window. "Jack", she called out, "That Sanders boy is home, and you won't believe what is going on in that old tree house."

"Edna, let him be, I would have thought you had seen enough of his debauchery when he was in high school", came a voice from the hall, "Come back to bed."

Edna saw Greg's mouth open in a silent scream, and knew that she had missed the best part of the show. "Damn shame", she muttered to herself as she set the binoculars on the table under the window. Greg's new friend was certainly good looking, and she wouldn't have minded getting another glimpse of his nice butt. She made a mental note to keep an eye on the tree house while Greg was home. Things had gotten pretty dull since he had left, but she had a feeling she would have plenty of entertainment while he was home.

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