Title: Can I Watch?
By: sidhewolf
Summary: New Years and a full-length mirror.
Characters: Nick, Greg
Genres: PWP
Rating: NC17
Warnings: none

"Can I watch?"

The voice was as soft as sand being shuffled by a gentle desert breeze, but Greg's hand paused and his eyes rose to stare into the full-length mirror in front of him.

Nick was behind him, naked, with his eyes fixed on Greg's body as it, too, stood naked, reflected in the mirror. Gentle hands reached to rest on Greg's hips but served only to steady. He searched Nick's eyes and Nick repeated the words.

"Can I watch? I want to watch you while you do this."

For the space of a heartbeat, Greg hesitated, but the look in Nick's eyes told him that the answer was a given. He slowly closed his own eyes and leaned back, resting his head against Nick's shoulder and allowing his hands to again cup his balls, rubbing them gently.

He continued, letting his body begin to melt as the exquisite sense of slow urgency began to raise and grow through every inch of his body. Fingers that knew their way without the necessity of sight slowly fondled and caressed the sacks that hung between his crotch.

He refused to touch his dick. Not yet. There was time for that later. First he wanted to feel his balls roll lightly under his fingers.

Slowly he raised his right hand to his mouth and would have licked to wet them, but his motion was stopped as Nick released his hip and stopped the fingers, guiding them between his own moist lips.

The soggy heat of the orifice caused Greg to stop his motion again, frozen by the sensory spikes that played through his sensitized body. Nick's tongue laved each of the three fingers, swabbing them and coating them in silky ribbons of saliva.

Greg watched, fascinated, as he pulled the fingers from Nick's mouth, a thin line of pearly fluid still connecting the two of them together.

He shuddered and allowed his left hand to leave the furried balls and travel to his dick, the head peeking out of its foreskin, hard and red in the reflected light from the lamp beside the bed.

His slickened right hand met his left and slowly they joined together to smooth the glossy liquid along his engorged organ. He slid his hands gently up and down, and with each passage the foreskin receded, showing the smooth head that lay beneath.

His breath was coming faster now, beginning to make him gasp as his hands increased their speed.

His eyes, which he had closed again, opened to watch in fascination as Nick slowly moved his own right hand to Greg's mouth. Opening, accepting, he could taste all of Nick. He could taste the garlic he had used to rub the steaks they had shared at dinner. He could taste the wine they had shared as they toasted the New Year, and he could taste the dried remains of the sex they had shared hours ago as the old year died away and the New Year had burst in upon them. He could taste all of Nick.

His hands quickened their stroke. His cock ached and oozed. And Nick eased his hand from Greg's lips, dropped it between them and pushed Greg's legs further apart.

Greg moaned. His panting breath caught in his throat as Nick lightly ran his moist fingers back from those velvety balls that Greg had just touched with his own hands and stroked them gently across his opening. Those balls drew up suddenly as Nick slowly pushed slick fingers into his body and automatically matched the pace of Greg's own racing hands.

Greg howled and the sound shattered the silence. It spoke of passion and love and commitment, all pooled in one breath. Cum erupted and coated the mirror, distorting the images and oozing down in an iridescent slide to the bottom, where it dripped leisurely to the floor.

Time froze and flashes of light echoed behind closed eyelids pursed together, shock-trapped in unbelievable pleasure.

Eons later, Greg knew he was being supported by Nick, but in this moment, as aftershocks quaked through his body, he really didn't care.

Nick's hands had moved to hold him, crossing over his chest, and Nick's mouth was buried at the side of his neck, sucking and biting, pulling each new tremor from his body the way a violinist pulled emotions from an enchanted crowd.

Finally they both sank to the rug. Through half-closed eyes, Greg watched the blurred image in their mirror.

"You came, too?" he asked, too sated to put much expression into the question.

Dipping his head over Greg's shoulder to taste the sweat making it's way down the line of his throat, Nick only nodded and sighed.

Leaning back against his lover, letting his head drop back as Nick continued to taste, Greg smiled, drowsy with satisfaction.

Then with a wispy breath, he whispered, "You can watch any time, Nick. Happy New Year, babe."