Title: Zorro and the Cowboy
By: it-glitters
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,449
Author's Notes: Beta'd by sanityunhinged
Summary: Totally cliched porn with a cowboy kink costume. Greg wants to go to a Halloween party and Nick's lazy.

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Greg had loved Halloween since he was a little kid. It was the one time of year that he could be as crazy as he wanted, and no one would give him that look that he so loathed – that look that said the person thought he was absolutely insane, but was too afraid to say anything. But on Halloween, everyone acted as crazy as he did.

The party was, of course, not on Halloween proper – there was no way that Greg could have swung that day off. In a city like Las Vegas, Halloween was one of the busiest nights of the year – next to New Year's.

The best part was that his friend had agreed to have the party on a Wednesday and, therefore, Greg had managed to get the night off for both him and Nick. The worst part was that Nick wasn't cooperating in the slightest with the plan.

Greg stood in the bathroom and looked at his costume. He was torn between putting on the whole ensemble and just going to the party on his own, or putting on the sexier parts and having all-night sex with his pissy boyfriend.

He looked over at Nick's costume. Nick hadn't even looked at it, and Greg hated that. He had spent so much time finding the perfect <I>Zorro</I> outfit for him, and Nick had flat out refused to even indulge him.

He resigned himself to going alone. He didn't want to have sex with someone who was pissing him off so much. He started to get dressed and listened absentmindedly to whatever Nick had on the television in the next room.

"Nicky, would you please just come for a little while?" Greg reasoned that asking once more couldn't make the situation any worse.

"I already told you, Greg.  I'm not going to some fucking Halloween party! We somehow managed to get a day off together – and you're in there getting ready for a party I'm not going to!" Nick yelled from the bed and into the bathroom.

"Stop being so damn whiney!" Greg shouted back. He looked back at his costume and thought about it. He sighed when he realized that Nick was the one person that he let be himself whenever he wanted. Nick was more important than any party. He left most of his costume on the hook and started to put on just a few pieces.

Nick started to get off the bed, but Greg heard him.  "Get on that bed!" Greg yelled.

Nick climbed reluctantly back onto the bed, worried about what Greg might have in store for him. They had been fighting for most of the night, most of the day... and, for that matter, most of the week.

Nick resigned himself to watching some random movie of the week on television, and was completely unaware when Greg finally came out from the bathroom.

"Wanna be my stallion?" Greg cooed seductively from the doorway.

"Huh?" Nick managed out, before turning his head and taking in a sharp breath of air.  Greg was in a cowboy hat, a leather vest, and chaps.  Nothing else.  He was already hard, and his dick jutted out from between the soft leather. 

"You like my costume, then?" he asked, as he walked to the television and shut it off, bending over slightly to give Nick a shot of his perfectly framed ass.

"Uh huh..." Nick moaned.

"I asked if you wanted to be my stallion, baby.  I'm ready to ride... but I seem to be lacking a good mount."

Nick licked his lips and unzipped his jeans.  He pulled out his dick and stroked it.  "Is this acceptable for riding?" he asked, never taking his eyes from Greg.

"I like a big mount.  That seems more than ample," he said seductively as he crawled onto the bed and in between Nick's legs.  He removed Nick's hands and sucked at the tip of his cock.  Nick removed the hat from Greg's head in order to get a better view, as Greg continued to take more of his hard cock into his mouth. 

"I thought you wanted to ride? Can't get a horse all riled up before a good ride," he groaned as he thrust into Greg's warm mouth.  Greg opened his throat and allowed Nick to thrust further in.  With a slurping noise, he pulled away and continued to kiss his way up Nick's torso, tasting him through the cotton shirt. 

Greg stared deep into Nick's eyes. "I have to get ready for my ride," he said, as he reached into the drawer of their nightstand and pulled out a condom and lube. Nick reached for the condom.

"No!" Greg shouted, taking the condom from Nick. "Horses don't saddle themselves! You just wait your turn." He put the condom behind him and out of Nick's reach.

Greg lubed up two fingers and reached between his legs. He maneuvered for a second before sliding them in and gasping loudly. He spread the lube inside himself as quickly as he could – he didn't want Nick to have to wait, and he didn't want to wait too long himself.

Greg pulled his fingers out and grabbed the condom. He opened the package with his teeth and slid it onto Nick. He thought about it for a moment, and as hot as Nick looked half-dressed, Greg really didn't want the zipper of Nick's jeans grinding into his ass. He pulled off Nick's pants and threw them to the floor, but he left the shirt on.

Greg straddled Nick, parted his ass, and sunk down.

"Fuck!" Nick screamed.

Greg took the cowboy hat back and placed it on his own head.  "Show me how you buck!"

Nick gripped onto Greg's hips and thrust up violently. Greg yelled and threw his head back, holding his hat with one hand and his dick with the other.

"You like riding a big fucking cock like mine?" Nick growled, as he continued to support Greg's hips while jerking violently in and out of his partner.

"I love your big fat cock.  Love it in my ass, love riding you... you're my favorite stallion," Greg moaned as he lifted himself to meet Nick's thrusts.

Nick bucked violently, making sure to hit Greg's prostate.  "I'm your only fucking stallion! Say it!" he yelled.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Just you!" Greg howled as his body rocked at Nick's assault.  He fell back against Nick's knees, resting as if sitting against them.  He closed his eyes and his hands fell to the sides.  The cowboy hat was rocked off as Nick continued to thrust harder into him, hitting his prostate each time.

The room filled with the tang of sweat and sex.  The only sound was their labored breathing and the sound of Nick's cock sliding in and out of Greg's ass, and the slap of their bodies colliding.  Greg's hand found his way back to his cock, and he slid it from the base to the tip once and screamed Nick's name at the top of his lungs. 

Streams of hot cum landed on Nick's face and shirt.  He licked a stream of it from the side of his face before thrusting once more and coming hard into the condom.  Greg panted and rolled off and onto his back, nearly taking the condom with him. Nick paused and then took it off with a tissue, and left it sitting on the nightstand.

He covered their feet with a blanket. "That's not the costume you intended on going to the party in, is it?"

Greg propped himself up on his elbows. "It's part of the costume I was going to go in." He looked at the clock. "Well, and I might still go in."

Nick looked at Greg's wistful eyes. "Well, is it okay if I... come with you? I don't have a costume... but, I mean, I know you're looking forward to this, and maybe I jumped the gun in saying no."

Greg smiled and crawled over to Nick to kiss him. "I got you a costume."

"You did not."

"Did too."

"Well, what is it?"

Greg stood up on the bed and started to bounce a little bit. "You're really going to take me?"

"Yes! Now, stop that!"

"You're going as Zorro!" Greg said, as he jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom.

"Greg, jeez, old man here! I'm not quite recovered!"

Nick was greeted by a tumble of black clothing being thrown at him. And something about being told to get dressed. Nick didn't know whether he wanted a shot or a Red Bull to keep up with Greg. He decided he'd have one of each.

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