(s)AINT
It had been a hard shift, working in such close quarters with Greg. Nick had had a crush on Greg since they had first met, but had never said anything. Tonight Greg had looked so good that Nick had wanted to say something, anything, but stopped himself. For all he knew, Greg was straight -- after all, look at all the girls he mentioned. Sure, he flirted with everyone, but... Nick sighed as he collapsed on the couch and flicked on the TV. He was too riled up to sleep, and figured he'd watch some television. He flipped through channels, before stopping, smiling ruefully at himself, on a Marilyn Manson music video. It wasn't even close to the kind of music he liked to listen to, but it made him feel close to Greg. The gratuitous nudity and drug use was enough to make his stomach churn, and more disturbing, his cock harden, and Nick was about to change the channel when he stopped, recognizing the man on the screen. His throat clenched and the remote slid from his fingers. Greg. Was in a music video with Marilyn Manson.
Nick was momentarily surprised that Greg hadn't gloated about that to anyone at the lab, but the surprise changed to shock as he watched Greg licking and nibbling on the other man's throat. Nick swallowed convulsively as the video ended, and he stood up to turn off the TV after noting the name of the video. He couldn't have seen what he thought he had... could he?
Groaning, Nick loaded up his internet and ran a search for the video. Moments later he was watching it again, and he froze the screen in place. He reached down and stroked his cock through his jeans, mind already considering the possibilities. Greg hadn't gloated to the lab about being in the video, but he was practically making out with a man in the video. Moaning, Nick unfastened his pants and pulled his cock out, running his fingers over the length. He restarted the video from when Greg walked into the room.
Greg was most likely bisexual, so Nick had a chance. At the very least, he doubted Greg would punch him if he said anything. Fingers wrapped around his cock, Nick started to lift his hips in time with the music, crying out Greg's name as he came.
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When Nick came in to work the next night he was humming along with the music blasting on his iPod. His eyes automatically sought out Greg as he entered the break room. He poured a cup of coffee, smiling at the younger man as he took a sip of Greg's precious Blue Hawaiian blend before pulling up a seat next to Greg.
Nick hummed a moment longer before singing along with the music. "I've got an F and a C and I got a K too," he grinned as Greg lifted an eyebrow, "and the only thing that's missing is U."
"Man, don't tell me someone did a country cover of a Manson song," Greg laughed, eyes flicking away from Nick as he pulled out the ear buds.
"No way. This is the original, Greggo."
"Never took you for a closet Manson fan." Greg grinned, taking a sip of his coffee.
"You'd be surprised what I keep in the closet." Nick smirked as he got up. "Shift starts in a couple minutes. I'll talk to you later, man."
First part of the plan was in motion, and Nick wondered how long it would take Greg to figure out just why he was such a fan of that song, and only that song.
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Throughout their shift, Nick continued to hum or sing bits of sAINT whenever Greg was within hearing distance, and by the end of the night Greg was looking decidedly nervous. He rushed through changing, and when it waited for Nick to finish and for them to be alone before coughing to get Nick's attention.
"Look, I'm kinda getting the impression you might have seen that thing. Can we just forget about it, Nicky? It was a onetime thing, and really, I don't want to mess up things with people. I don't want things to change."
He looked away, swallowing. "I... should get out of here. I'll see you later."
"Greg!" Nick called after him before turning and punching his locker, sighing heavily. He'd really fucked things up... Greg thought he was making fun of him. What the hell was he supposed to do now? "I'm such an idiot..."
After a few minutes, Nick decided it was time to suck it up, and he finished up, leaving the lab and headed towards Greg's place. When he got there he pounded on the door. "Greg! Come on, man, we need to talk about this." The door was wrenched open and Nick stopped, staring at Greg. He'd obviously been in the middle of changing as he was stripped down to a pair of pyjama pants, and nothing else. Groaning slightly, Nick stepped into the open space left between Greg and the door frame, sliding into the apartment.
"Well? You wanted to talk? Let's talk, Nick." Greg growled, shutting the door behind Nick, and turned back on the music. Nick grimaced slightly as he recognized the song he'd been humming all day pounding from the high end speakers. "So you saw a little music video, did you? It's not like I was doing anything illegal in it. The others were doing drugs, but not me. My job means too much to me to be fucking around like that. Lemme guess, the fact that I was making out with Marilyn Manson is the real issue. I expected better of you, Nick. I should have known better. You can take the man out of Texas, but you can't take Texas out of the man. Isn't that right?"
The entire time Greg had been yelling he'd advanced on Nick, and Nick had backed up into the wall. "No! Fuck, Greg. It's not like that at all!"
"Then how the hell is it? Because that's how it damn well looks!" Greg stepped further into Nick's space, until all Nick could feel was Greg's body heat, and his breath hot and moist on his face.
"I watched that video--completely by accident--and I couldn't help it. Fuck, Greg. You don't get it. I want you; I've wanted you for what seems like forever. But all you ever talk about is the girls you've been dating. And then last night I was that video, and you were in it, and the things you were doing..." Nick moaned, eyes closing as he felt his cock aching, straining towards Greg's warmth. "I was jealous. I wanted to be him, to have your lips on me." His eyes opened to focus on Greg. "I wanted you to know that I knew, so when I asked you out tonight you wouldn't be too shocked."
Nick laughed bitterly. "I'm an idiot, of course. I should have known... fuck, look at you, Greg. You're gorgeous, and you like this, this music. I listen to country, and I'm older than you. I'm not even as fit as I used to be." He sighed, closing his eyes.
"I should go, Greg. I'm... I'm sorry to have done this to you."
"Done what, Nick?" Greg stepped closer, his body pressed against Nick's. "Because the way I see it, the only thing you have to be sorry for is if you walk out that door," his breath brushed against Nick's lips as he leaned in to lick them lightly, "without letting me tell you that I would love to go out with you." Lips touched briefly, drawing strangle moans from both men. "But how about we take this to bed for now?"
"Fuck, yes." Nick groaned before leaning forward to capture Greg's mouth in a passionate kiss. As the music continued to blare in the background Nick decided he could learn to like Marilyn Manson.
Nick was momentarily surprised that Greg hadn't gloated about that to anyone at the lab, but the surprise changed to shock as he watched Greg licking and nibbling on the other man's throat. Nick swallowed convulsively as the video ended, and he stood up to turn off the TV after noting the name of the video. He couldn't have seen what he thought he had... could he?
Groaning, Nick loaded up his internet and ran a search for the video. Moments later he was watching it again, and he froze the screen in place. He reached down and stroked his cock through his jeans, mind already considering the possibilities. Greg hadn't gloated to the lab about being in the video, but he was practically making out with a man in the video. Moaning, Nick unfastened his pants and pulled his cock out, running his fingers over the length. He restarted the video from when Greg walked into the room.
Greg was most likely bisexual, so Nick had a chance. At the very least, he doubted Greg would punch him if he said anything. Fingers wrapped around his cock, Nick started to lift his hips in time with the music, crying out Greg's name as he came.
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When Nick came in to work the next night he was humming along with the music blasting on his iPod. His eyes automatically sought out Greg as he entered the break room. He poured a cup of coffee, smiling at the younger man as he took a sip of Greg's precious Blue Hawaiian blend before pulling up a seat next to Greg.
Nick hummed a moment longer before singing along with the music. "I've got an F and a C and I got a K too," he grinned as Greg lifted an eyebrow, "and the only thing that's missing is U."
"Man, don't tell me someone did a country cover of a Manson song," Greg laughed, eyes flicking away from Nick as he pulled out the ear buds.
"No way. This is the original, Greggo."
"Never took you for a closet Manson fan." Greg grinned, taking a sip of his coffee.
"You'd be surprised what I keep in the closet." Nick smirked as he got up. "Shift starts in a couple minutes. I'll talk to you later, man."
First part of the plan was in motion, and Nick wondered how long it would take Greg to figure out just why he was such a fan of that song, and only that song.
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Throughout their shift, Nick continued to hum or sing bits of sAINT whenever Greg was within hearing distance, and by the end of the night Greg was looking decidedly nervous. He rushed through changing, and when it waited for Nick to finish and for them to be alone before coughing to get Nick's attention.
"Look, I'm kinda getting the impression you might have seen that thing. Can we just forget about it, Nicky? It was a onetime thing, and really, I don't want to mess up things with people. I don't want things to change."
He looked away, swallowing. "I... should get out of here. I'll see you later."
"Greg!" Nick called after him before turning and punching his locker, sighing heavily. He'd really fucked things up... Greg thought he was making fun of him. What the hell was he supposed to do now? "I'm such an idiot..."
After a few minutes, Nick decided it was time to suck it up, and he finished up, leaving the lab and headed towards Greg's place. When he got there he pounded on the door. "Greg! Come on, man, we need to talk about this." The door was wrenched open and Nick stopped, staring at Greg. He'd obviously been in the middle of changing as he was stripped down to a pair of pyjama pants, and nothing else. Groaning slightly, Nick stepped into the open space left between Greg and the door frame, sliding into the apartment.
"Well? You wanted to talk? Let's talk, Nick." Greg growled, shutting the door behind Nick, and turned back on the music. Nick grimaced slightly as he recognized the song he'd been humming all day pounding from the high end speakers. "So you saw a little music video, did you? It's not like I was doing anything illegal in it. The others were doing drugs, but not me. My job means too much to me to be fucking around like that. Lemme guess, the fact that I was making out with Marilyn Manson is the real issue. I expected better of you, Nick. I should have known better. You can take the man out of Texas, but you can't take Texas out of the man. Isn't that right?"
The entire time Greg had been yelling he'd advanced on Nick, and Nick had backed up into the wall. "No! Fuck, Greg. It's not like that at all!"
"Then how the hell is it? Because that's how it damn well looks!" Greg stepped further into Nick's space, until all Nick could feel was Greg's body heat, and his breath hot and moist on his face.
"I watched that video--completely by accident--and I couldn't help it. Fuck, Greg. You don't get it. I want you; I've wanted you for what seems like forever. But all you ever talk about is the girls you've been dating. And then last night I was that video, and you were in it, and the things you were doing..." Nick moaned, eyes closing as he felt his cock aching, straining towards Greg's warmth. "I was jealous. I wanted to be him, to have your lips on me." His eyes opened to focus on Greg. "I wanted you to know that I knew, so when I asked you out tonight you wouldn't be too shocked."
Nick laughed bitterly. "I'm an idiot, of course. I should have known... fuck, look at you, Greg. You're gorgeous, and you like this, this music. I listen to country, and I'm older than you. I'm not even as fit as I used to be." He sighed, closing his eyes.
"I should go, Greg. I'm... I'm sorry to have done this to you."
"Done what, Nick?" Greg stepped closer, his body pressed against Nick's. "Because the way I see it, the only thing you have to be sorry for is if you walk out that door," his breath brushed against Nick's lips as he leaned in to lick them lightly, "without letting me tell you that I would love to go out with you." Lips touched briefly, drawing strangle moans from both men. "But how about we take this to bed for now?"
"Fuck, yes." Nick groaned before leaning forward to capture Greg's mouth in a passionate kiss. As the music continued to blare in the background Nick decided he could learn to like Marilyn Manson.