Ch 16, part 2. MusicStarBoyz
Title: The Masquerade Series X2 - #16 "MusicStarBoyz" Part 2
Authors: catlover2x and fred_bear aka jennybel75
Chapter: 16 of many.
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Nick/ Greg
Disclaimers: We don't own them, it'd be nice if we did - we really wouldn't get any sleep then!
Summary: Rock stars and leather, cowboy boots and line dancing.
This is a series of Role Plays and Fantasies between the boys. Each will have two parts, 1 for Greg and 1 for Nick, their fantasy being fulfilled by the other. There will be as many parts as we have ideas for. Enjoy!
A/N: Just to let ya'll know we're still having much fun with this, we love each other and have pledged never to date a man born on 9/11 again!
A/N II: This is being posted in two parts as LJ keeps telling me it's too large to post the whole thing
Part Deux: Nick
It was one of the trials of being the gay male friend; your girlfriends tended to drag you along to any event when they couldn’t get a date, regardless of whether or not it was interesting to you.
And so it was that Greg found himself learning to country line dance. Ordinarily he would rather have stabbed himself in the eye with an exacto blade, but it actually turned out to be kind of fun. Also, all the attention he was getting from the line of women amused him; the straight guys who lined the bar were beginning to realize that men who dance really do get more action.
Little did they know the action he was interested in tended to be leaning against the bar, drinking beer and wondering uneasily if they should be learning to dance.
Belinda winked at him as they did the complicated right turn into a left spin. She rocked easily on her high-heeled boots and Greg had to admire his friend all over again. He had it easy, he was wearing sneakers, the ones with the tread worn completely flat so he could spin.
When the lesson was over, Belinda tucked her hand into his arm and Greg basked in the jealous looks from the men at the bar. Belinda was tall, slender, stacked and she had long, naturally blonde ringlets. He sniggered internally; those guys thought he was nailing her when all she wanted was to nail the other girls in the class.
“So, which one?”
“The redhead,” she nodded her head toward another girl who was her height with porcelain skin and the prettiest red-gold hair he’d ever seen. “Name’s Kathy, she’s a lawyer.”
“Aim high,” Greg said. “You deserve it.”
“And you, sweetie?”
Greg laughed. “I’m saving myself for the singer. You said he was hot. And straight.”
“Can’t resist a challenge, can you, mate?” Belinda shook her head.
“No way.” Greg grinned, nodding at the men lining the bar. “No man can. How are you planning to keep them off? Gonna tell them you’re a lesbian?”
“No!” Belinda shuddered, remembering the last disastrous encounter with an amorous drunk, who seemed to think that all lesbians wanted for Christmas was a chance to put on a show with another woman for his delectation. “I’ll probably just mention that herpes medication, what was it called again?”
Greg laughed. “Zovirax.”
“Thanks, sweetie,” Belinda kissed his cheek mischievously. “Oh, here comes the band. You tell me if the singer isn’t just your type.”
The band ambled onstage. It was a local band playing a gig at a small country bar, so there was no light show, no raising of the curtain, just four very good looking guys walking onstage and getting ready.
The violin started fiddling, the guitar and drums kicked in, the lead singer stepped up to the mike and Greg fell in love. Yeah, he had a bit of a tendency that way whenever a really handsome guy looked his way, or even when they didn’t.
But this guy, although handsome, was something else. He was the sexiest thing on two legs that Greg had ever seen. His face was square and strong, his soft eyes dark, his skin tanned a golden colour. His body was strong and muscular; Greg could see the sinews move under the skin of his forearm and immediately flushed with the desire to see those arms planted on either side of his head as the other man moved inside him, fucking him to oblivion. Broad shoulders tapered to trim hips, the long legs were encased in tight jeans and his shirt was unbuttoned far enough that Greg could see the smooth hairless skin of his chest.
The only thing that could have been better would be if the guy turned around so he could see his ass; he placed a bet with himself that it would be high, tight and round. No, actually the only thing better would be if the guy looked at him.
Greg’s gaydar kicked in when he met the brown eyes, seeing a spark of interest there, quickly banished as if by an act of will, disappearing into a bland friendly look. The other man’s eyes moved away quickly.
Greg was confused. The man was definitely interested; was he so closeted that he was pretending to be straight?
The girls lined up to do the dance they’d all just learned and Belinda pulled Greg into line with them. He forgot to ogle the singer as he concentrated on remembering the steps. When the song changed, Belinda pulled him into a bump and grind that heated up the floor. The rest of the women circled them, clapping in time to the music. Greg was amused; the straights were still glaring at him although Belinda was paying not the slightest bit of attention to him. Her gaze was fixed on the redhead.
The redhead danced over to them and the three of them aligned, with Bel between Greg and her new friend, dancing as one, while Greg pondered the awesome power of Belinda. If only he could make men just come over and join in. At that moment he looked up at the stage again, to find the singer staring at them. He flashed a happy smile and the singer flushed, looking away, only to look back within a minute.
For the rest of the set, Greg was aware of the other man’s eyes on him. Whenever he looked up, the singer would look away. Amused, Greg would try to catch him out, without thinking much of it.
When the set came to an end, Belinda introduced him to the redhead, whose name was Kathy. The three of them went to the bar where the two women flirted and Greg daydreamed.
“Hey, Bel, I think I’m gonna go,” Greg said into the blonde ringlets in the general location of Belinda’s ear.
“No, don’t go yet. Kathy knows the drummer, she’ll take us out the back and we can meet the band.” Belinda hid a grin; she’d seen Greg go all googly-eyed over the singer. Sure enough he agreed readily.
Kathy led them to the backstage area where the four guys lounged in a room, surrounded by adoring women. She introduced Belinda and Greg to each band member.
“Nick, good to meet you.” Greg did his manly handshake and kept his face neutral. He turned away, but Nick didn’t let go of his hand.
“You really can dance, man,” Nick said. “You a country music fan?”
Greg twisted his hand out of the other man’s grasp, finally regaining custody of it. “Nope, hate it.”
“Why are you here then?”
Greg grinned, nodding toward Belinda. “The gay friend’s work is never done; escort duty.”
He almost burst out laughing at Nick’s stunned face. “Shut up, man, you want to get your ass kicked?” Nick took a step away from him as if he were on fire.
“And who’s gonna do it, you?” Greg laughed sarcastically. “Take a number.” He walked away and stood near Belinda, waiting to get her attention so he could tell her he was going to take off. He nudged her every minute or so until she finally looked at him.
“I’m going, you got a ride?”
Belinda smirked and nodded at Kathy. “How about you, you hit it off with the singer?”
“No way. He so en closet he doesn’t want to be seen shaking hands with me in case it rubs off.”
“Sorry, sweetie, I could have sworn-”
“Don’t worry; I wasn’t looking to hook up tonight. I’m just glad you had a good time.” Greg leered at her. “Thank heaven, now I’ll have some peace for a while instead of having to take you out.”
“Like you need more quiet time,” Belinda scoffed. “Getting your dust bunny collection sorted out?” She kissed him on the lips and smacked him on the ass as he turned to go.
“Bitch,” he said calmly.
“Takes one to know one,” she retorted.
“Ouch!”
Greg smiled as he left and walked down the hall; Bel was such a good friend, he knew she thought he didn’t socialise enough. Deep in thought, he missed the door opening and the hand that grabbed him, hauling him inside. His fists came up until he saw the handsome face of the lead singer.
“You could have just asked,” he said.
“I just wanted to tell you, I’m straight,” Nick said nervously, shutting the door.
“Okay, fine. Message received.” Greg turned and opened the door. Nick shut it before Greg could take a step and leaned against it propped on one arm.
“You don’t believe me.”
“Look, Nick, it doesn’t matter whether I believe you or not, okay? I’m nothing to you, you’re nothing to me. I have to go.” Greg turned the knob but Nick didn’t move from where he was blocking the door. “What is your problem, man? Open the door!”
Nick was hovering uncomfortably close and Greg took a step back, suddenly aware of the other man’s more powerful frame, colliding with the door.
“I’m not a fucking faggot!” Nick flared. He grabbed Greg and kissed him, forcing his tongue into the younger man’s mouth and leaning his weight against him. Greg responded to the kiss, all the while wondering if this was such a good idea. But damnit, closet or not, the man could kiss. It was hot, sexy, demanding and forceful. Greg could feel his lips being bruised and his back hurt from being mashed against the door, but he grabbed for Nick, grinding their hips together as he pulled the singer hard against him.
Nick broke the kiss and spun Greg to face the door, pinning his wrists over his head in one hand, the other fumbling at Greg’s fly. Suddenly Greg found his strength again and pushed himself away from the door, throwing Nick off him.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
Nick had the grace to look ashamed.
“You think because I’m gay you can fuck me just like that? Simply push me up against any wall and have at it? Sure, you’re gorgeous but you’re straight, remember?” Greg snarled. He whirled and wrenched the door open.
“You got what you wanted!”
“What I wanted?” Greg turned and looked at Nick, angrier than ever. “You’re the one who fucking kissed me! You’re the one who dragged me into this room and you’re the one trying to get into my pants, Mr. Straight Homophobic Right Wing Redneck!” He turned to leave again.
“Wait.”
“Why, you want to smack me around a little too? You get your jollies that way? Fuck you!”
Nick shivered at the flare of anger in Greg’s eyes. When he’d first seen Greg, he’d been intrigued by the intelligence and humour in those eyes, and the friendly admiration he saw there, not to mention the beautiful face and sexy body. He’d wanted to see them glazed with lust and sleepy with satisfaction, but he’d never pictured them blazing with righteous anger.
“I’m sorry.”
“You should be. Is this what you do? Go cruising and pick someone up, fuck them up against a wall so you don’t have to admit you’re fucking a man?”
Nick sidled around Greg and shut the door. “Can we talk about this without the whole world listening in?”
“No we fucking well can’t!” Greg yelled. “We have nothing to talk about.” He made for the door again and Nick stepped out of his way, afraid that Greg might blow right through him on his way out.
“Please don’t go.” The three words dropped into the angry atmosphere like pebbles in a pond. He could only see Greg’s back, but he watched as the anger slowly drained out of it. Finally Greg turned around, keeping one hand on the doorknob.
“Why?”
“Aren’t you afraid of being… feminine?”
Greg was bewildered. “Like wearing a dress and lipstick?”
Nick felt his cock twitch as he pictured Greg in a short skirt. A very short skirt, perhaps with stockings and heels. And eyeliner. “No, just that men will think you’re… girly.”
“Real men?” There was a sarcastic curl to Greg’s lip as he said this. “You ever have a cock up your ass, Nick?”
Nick shook his head, shocked at the crude language and even more at his own reaction to it.
Greg’s eyes flicked down to Nick’s crotch and he laughed. “But you think about it, don’t you?”
Nick didn’t respond, other than growing harder.
“And you think if you took a cock up your ass it would make you a woman?”
Nick stood very still, like a deer caught in headlights. Slowly he nodded.
Greg laughed softly and dropped his head back against the door. Nick swallowed as he looked at the long line of the smooth neck, pulse point fluttering as he laughed. He wanted nothing more than to lick it, feel the pulse beating against his tongue.
“There is nothing that makes me feel more like a man than having some guy’s hot, hard dick up my ass. It’s the most masculine act I have ever experienced.” Greg looked at Nick speculatively. “Except for sticking mine up another man’s ass.”
Nick swallowed audibly, shutting his eyes. His head went up and his lips parted as he panted, his hands clenching convulsively at his side. He jumped as Greg spoke again, his voice suddenly much closer.
“You don’t know what you’re missing when you just fuck and run, Nicky.” The voice was seductive now, purring with sensuality. “I’d like to show you what it feels like.”
Nick’s eyes flew open and he started to back away. Greg followed, prowling now, cornering his prey. “Would you like that? Maybe you’ve stuck something up your ass before, a dildo or a vibrator, but they’re just cold, hard plastic. You haven’t felt anything until you feel some guy’s cock, hot and throbbing, part your cheeks and start ploughing you, pounding your ass until you’re ready to scream with pleasure. It’s so tight and hot, there’s nothing, nothing that compares to it.”
Nick shuddered. Greg was so close now that he could feel the heat emanating off the slender body, his eyes were hot and hungry as he leaned into Nick just slightly.
Suddenly he laughed and turned, walking to the door. “But I guess, what with you being such a straight boy and all, that wouldn’t interest you.”
“I’m interested.”
Greg froze and then turned slowly. “You want me to fuck you.”
“Yes.” Nick licked his dry lips. “Please?”
“My terms?”
Nick was scared now. What if this guy was a psycho? All he knew about him was that he was gay and hated country music; not something that would make Nick especially trusting.
Seeing the fine print unreeling in Nick’s eyes, Greg spelled it out. “We go someplace with a bed, we get undressed. We kiss. I fuck you. Face to face, no pretending that I’m not a man. Afterwards we talk like civilized beings. I get up and leave. You never have to see me again. I won’t tell your fan base or your buddies.”
“Protection?”
“Of course! Fuck! You really do think all gay men are sluts, don’t you?”
Seeing Greg get angry again, Nick hastened to placate him. “No, no, just that…”
“Don’t worry. I don’t fuck around, normally. And I’m a scientist, I’m not going to throw my life away for just another screw,” Greg said sarcastically.
“Let’s go,” Nick said, grabbing his keys.
“Where to?”
“I have a room. I’ll give you a lift.”
“Nope, the contract states that I leave. When I do it’ll be under my own power and not by having to rely on you,” Greg said. “Where?”
Nick told him.
During the short drive, Nick came up with many fine excuses not to go through with this. His mother called, there was a death in the family, he had food poisoning, he broke his leg, his sister’s baby was coming right then, and he had a headache. It was all entirely ridiculous because he knew he had only to say no and Greg would leave. In fact as soon as he thought of that, he started to worry that Greg wouldn’t show up. He’d certainly made the younger man angry enough with his clumsy efforts at seduction and his hoof planted firmly in his mouth that he wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t show. In fact, he wondered why Greg agreed to it in the first place.
Greg was wondering that himself a bit, aside from the fact that he never backed down from a challenge and Nick was easily the best looking guy he’d seen in over a year. All things considered he was going with the whole challenge thing. He was going to make this guy admit that he loved having a cock up his ass if it killed him. Or both of them. He laughed at himself, his sense of humour restored; killing was not exactly what he had in mind.
He took his time finding a parking spot and riding up the elevator to find Nick’s room. It occurred to him that Nick might change his mind, but that was okay. If so he’d just leave. He doubted that Nick would meet him with a bunch of his buddies at his back. How would he explain to them why Greg was coming over?
He knocked on the door confidently, startled when Nick threw it open immediately and pulled him inside. He was about to get upset and start mouthing off again, when he felt Nick’s arms holding him close. The older man was trembling, his cheek pressed against Greg’s.
“I thought you weren’t coming.”
Greg’s arms came up and he stroked the strong, broad back comfortingly. “Take it easy there, man. It’s okay.”
He soothed Nick until the other man’s tremors stopped. “You know we don’t have to do this, don’t you? If you get scared or don’t want to go through with it, tell me any time and I’ll stop.”
Mutely Nick nodded. Greg could feel the stubble against his skin and he thrilled to the feeling of having a man in his arms once again. His cock swelled and he knew he was just too close to the edge. By the feel of things, Nick was too.
Greg loosened the other man’s arms and took a step back, still running his hands over Nick’s bare forearms. Nick shivered at the simple caress.
“I haven’t been with anyone in a while,” Greg apologized. “Can I just-”
He swallowed the rest of the sentence as Nick stepped closer and kissed him hungrily. Greg kissed him back hard, and suddenly they were grappling with each other, straining to get closer. It almost felt more like wrestling than seduction. Greg hooked a leg around Nick’s, pulling his foot out from under him and they toppled together onto the bed. Nick’s legs opened and Greg slid between them, grinding and humping as they kissed.
He stopped, gulping air into his lungs, one hand stroking the bulge in Nick’s jeans. Nick moaned and thrust up into his hand, clutching the slender waist as if he thought Greg was about to disappear.
Greg kissed him softly and said, “I need to take the edge off a bit. And you do too or we’re going to spontaneously combust.”
“There’s no such thing as spontaneous human combustion,” Nick said automatically, without thinking.
“Shows what you know,” Greg mumbled. He opened Nick’s shirt, one button at a time, kissing each inch of skin as he exposed it.
Nick started to tremble as he felt warm lips kissing his stomach above his belt. He felt fingers fumbling at his belt, pulling down his zipper. Greg urged his hips up and slid the jeans and boxers down his thighs. Nick thought he’d lost his mind as Greg’s hot, wet mouth surrounded his aching cock, swallowing the hard shaft in one gulp.
He cried out and arched under the suddenness of it, thrusting up into Greg’s mouth. He grabbed for the younger man’s head, running his fingers through the soft, spiky hair, not trying to force it, just holding him. Nick had never had such a blowjob before; hard suction, warm soft lips and tongue with just a slight graze of teeth every now and then. It said nothing for his control when he came in under five minutes, crying out loudly and stiffening as he shot into Greg’s mouth. Greg kept his mouth on Nick until the older man stilled, lying limp on the bed under him. Greg smiled as he took in the sated, dazed expression on Nick’s face.
He sat up and pulled Nick’s pants off completely, took off his socks and gently urged him to sit so he could get his shirt off.
“What about you?” Nick finally roused himself to ask.
“I got off when you did,” Greg said, chuckling wickedly. He held up Nick’s jeans, showing the wet spot. “Sorry, you have to do laundry now.”
“How- why-?”
Greg looked at him with compassion. “It’s very erotic to make love to someone with your mouth. I loved the feeling of your hard cock in my mouth, feeling each vein with my tongue and licking you, tasting you. I could feel you stiffen up just before you came and your whole body got into it.”
“Do you like the taste?”
Greg closed his eyes and licked his lips like a cat does after finishing the cream. “You taste wonderful.”
Nick looked at him with wonder. Greg had such a different take on things. Nick had never sucked off another man; for him it was an act of submission. He took pleasure in another man being on his knees before him but he’d never wanted to do it to anyone; until now. Now he wondered if all those other men actually enjoyed it.
“Want a taste?” Greg mischievously swooped in over Nick and kissed him lushly, allowing him to taste his own cum. Nick sucked Greg’s tongue into his mouth; he’d tasted his own cum before, who hadn’t? But mixed with Greg, it took on a whole new flavour. Nick began to think he might like to suck Greg and taste him.
“Tasty,” Greg said. He sat up and unbuttoned his shirt, but left it on. Nick’s hands pre-empted him, unbuttoning the worn baggy jeans and pushing them down the long slim legs.
“Socks!” Greg waved his foot in the air. Nick chuckled and pulled them off, hurling them away. He reached for the shirt but Greg smiled and shrugged him off. “I don’t take off my shirt.”
“Well, it is kinda hot,” Nick said. He reached for the smooth creamy skin of Greg’s chest, stroking it and pushing the shirt aside to suck at a pink nipple, feeling it harden under his tongue. Greg fell back on the bed, gasping. It made Nick proud to see the self-possessed young man whimper and move restlessly. He continued to nibble and suck, watching with one eye as Greg’s cock moved, hardening and lengthening.
Greg pulled away and rolled on top of Nick, pinning him on his back. Nick moaned as he felt their legs tangle together, hot smooth skin sliding over each other as their naked cocks touched for the first time.
“You have a great ass. I was trying to see it when you were onstage,” Greg whispered into Nick’s shoulder. “I know you want me inside you.”
“Yes! Yes… please… I want to feel you… I want to be fucked by a man…” Nick gasped.
For the first time Greg was dubious. “You know it’s going to hurt a little, right? Just at first. I’ll take the time to prepare you but it’s still a little bit of a shock the first time.”
“I want it,” Nick said more firmly.
Greg released him and dove off the bed, rooting in the pockets of his jeans till he came up triumphantly with lube and a condom.
“Hoping to get lucky?” Nick asked, just an edge of nastiness in his voice. He was ashamed when he saw a hurt look pass fleetingly over the younger man’s face.
“Just trying to be prepared,” Greg said lightly, but Nick knew he’d hurt him.
He pulled the slighter man close and held him, stroking his hair. “I’m sorry, I’m just…”
“A bitch?” Greg grinned at him and pulled away. “We’ll turn you into a bitchy, city gay boy in no time.”
Nick laughed in delight. “Well, if you’re the one that’s doing the turning I think I’d like that.”
Greg pushed him flat with a hand in the middle of his chest. “Relax and enjoy the flight,” he said, and gave Nick a long, passionate kiss. When he had the older man gasping he broke off and licked his way down his neck, dropping soft little bites on the spots that made Nick tremble. He kissed his way to one nipple, licking it slowly and thoroughly, enjoying the little wanton noises coming from the singer.
“Mmm, you’re hard wired.”
“Huh?” Nick managed.
“Some men’s tits are hard wired to their cock. Yours seem to be,” Greg observed. He hadn’t touched the other man’s dick and it was hard enough to drill cement.
“How about you?” Nick asked.
“Not about me, it’s all about you tonight,” Greg said.
Nick thrilled when he heard tonight, did that mean that Greg was interested in more than just a one night stand?
Greg moved to the other nipple, sucking it hard. He nipped at it and Nick yelped, arching up into the shiver of painful pleasure. “You liked that?” Greg asked.
Nick nodded, sucking for air. Greg licked his way down the rippling abs, appreciating the hours that went into the making of each swell of muscle. This guy was so hot and he didn’t even know it, didn’t know how much another man would appreciate such a toned, firm body. He took a deep breath of the musky, masculine odour. This is what made him desire other men, that maleness apparent in every scent, taste and touch.
He slid a gentle hand up the soft skin inside Nick’s thigh, coming up to cup the balls, feeling the weight and warmth of them in his hand. He caressed them gently, feeling them roll under his fingers.
Nick spread his legs in response. He had never had a hand on his balls, other than his own. The women he’d dated had been interested in his penis, but didn’t really touch him anywhere else, as if he only had feeling in his dick. He flexed his hips, moving slightly under the caress, shivering with delight as the gentle fingers moved back and pressed on his perineum, sending a thrill of pleasure through him.
“Roll over,” Greg commanded softly. He helped Nick roll onto his stomach, noting the look of apprehension on the older man’s face as he moved. Reassuringly he started to massage Nick’s shoulders. He could touch this man forever; his muscles were so hard and his skin so perfect, he was a sensual delight.
He worked his way down Nick’s back, finding knots of tension and kneading them out. Greg concentrated a long time on the perfect globes of Nick’s ass, rubbing and squeezing them before moving to the backs of his thighs. By the time he’d finished massaging Nick’s feet, the older man was limp and relaxed.
Greg leaned down, his face next to Nick’s on the pillow. “Okay?”
“Oh, yeah,” Nick exhaled.
“Can I get you to kneel for me?”
“I thought you said…”
“Face to face when we fuck. But first I’m going to get you ready.”
Nick nodded, although he wasn’t quite sure what Greg was going to do. He knelt, his face pressed into the pillow, turned away as if he couldn’t quite watch whatever was going to happen. He felt warm hands run smoothly down his back, cupping his ass and then softly pulling his cheeks apart. He jumped at the first hot swipe across his hole. He couldn’t believe Greg was using his tongue on his ass; it was so nasty but so hot.
“Oh yesssss…” he groaned and pushed back. He thought he heard a little chuckle.
Greg kissed Nick’s ass, then slowly circled the tight ring. He pushed gently inside, wrenching a loud moan from Nick. He continued to fuck Nick softly with his tongue as the older man started rocking back and forth under the stimulation.
“Oh, fuck…” Nick moaned when Greg pulled away. He felt a cold, slick finger circle his entrance. The finger heated up as Greg continued to touch him and slowly entered him. Nick gasped at the stretching, burning feeling; it passed off almost as soon as it registered. Then it just felt a bit odd, nothing earth shattering though.
“Doing okay?”
“Yeah,” Nick grunted. He really didn’t see what all the fuss was about. He looked over his shoulder, taken with the intent look on Greg’s face as he watched his finger disappear into Nick’s ass. That actually was kind of hot.
The finger pushed inside and Nick pushed back, wanting to feel all of it inside him. It still didn’t feel like anything too wonderful, just odd.
And then Greg twisted his finger a bit and Nick felt an incredible stab of pleasure. It was confusing; he felt it inside himself but also in his cock. It was harder than he’d ever felt it and every time Greg’s finger brushed over a certain spot, his cock jumped.
“Holy fuck,” Nick muttered.
Greg slowly withdrew his finger and Nick whimpered. “Don’t worry, baby, there’s more,” Greg crooned soothingly. He added another finger and pushed inside. Nick rammed himself back, impaling himself roughly. “Whoa there, take it easy. Let’s take this slow.”
Nick whimpered again, gasping for breath. He felt Greg’s fingers moving inside him, twisting and stretching him. He’d never been fingered before and he thought this was incredibly hot; it felt so fucking good, he couldn’t imagine it could possibly get any better.
Greg was patient, although he was aching to get into that cherry ass. He moved his fingers carefully, placing little kisses on Nick’s lower back as he stretched him. He rubbed Nick’s stomach with his other hand, whispering, “Relax, enjoy this.”
Nick was lost in the sensations coming from the talented fingers buried inside him. He barely registered when Greg pulled out and added a third finger, opening Nick’s ass even more.
“I think you’re ready now,” Greg said, withdrawing his hand.
Nick whimpered his agreement and lifted his butt in the air, begging wordlessly for Greg to take him.
Greg smiled and rolled him onto his back. He kissed him deeply, and then said, “Face to face, remember?”
Nick nodded and smiled, holding his arms up and Greg slipped into them. They lay cuddled together for a minute, slowly rubbing against each other. Then Greg sighed and moved away. Nick heard the crisping sound of a foil packet being opened and Greg was between his thighs again.
Greg smiled down at him and lifted his knees, pressing them back toward his chest. “I’m going to fuck you now, okay?” Nick nodded, suddenly breathless, his need for this all consuming.
He felt the tip of Greg’s cock sliding along his slippery cleft. Every time it passed over his opening, he gasped and moved as if to entice it to venture inside. Finally he felt it pushing at his entrance and lifted up to meet it.
“Take it easy, baby, let me do the work,” Greg warned. He rocked back and forth gently, each time pushing the tip in a little further until with one strong thrust, the head was inside.
Nick gasped, tears forming in his eyes, his mouth open in a silent moan. Greg stroked the backs of his thighs and said, “Relax for me, baby, just relax. It’ll feel better soon.”
Nick nodded and made an effort to relax. All at once he felt warmth and fullness and a feeling of intense joy. Greg saw his face change and started rocking again, pushing inside the tight, hot channel until he was fully buried.
Nick was still had tears in his eyes but the look of happiness on his face moved Greg to kiss him again, softly this time. He moved Nick’s legs to wrap around his waist and started thrusting gently.
Nick shivered with bliss as Greg’s cock massaged his prostate with every movement, gliding softly in and out. Nick held Greg tightly, his arms and legs wrapped around the strong slender body, arching up to meet every thrust. If this wasn’t heaven he didn’t want to know what was. He had never been more aroused, more aware. It was as if everything was happening in slow motion and he wanted every feeling, every smell, every taste seared into his memory forever.
Greg kept a steady pace, stroking inside of Nick while watching his face. The tears were obviously not pain or sadness; somehow he’d struck something inside of Nick that elicited a strong emotional response.
By the quickening of Nick’s breath and the tensing of his body, Greg could tell he was near. He reached up to pinch a nipple, squeezing it tightly while watching the handsome face contort with the pained look of rapture.
Nick felt the little shiver of pain as Greg twisted his nipple. The pain cut through the swamping wave of pleasure, clarifying it, focusing it for him and suddenly he was over the edge without either of them having touched his cock. Spurt after spurt of hot cum coated his stomach and Greg slid through it with each stroke. Nick cried out in unconscious rapture as he came.
Greg raised himself, bracing himself to thrust hard and deep into Nick, reaching for his own release. The careful control he’d exercised the entire evening was ripped away and he was fucking like an animal, desperate to come. He stiffened and shot his seed deep inside the older man until he fell exhausted over him.
Dimly he felt Nick’s legs fall away from him onto the mattress and Nick’s hands stroking his back over his damp shirt. He gasped for breath, right on the edge of blacking out, until he regained his senses. He chuckled into Nick’s chest.
“What’s so funny?”
“Did I prove my point?”
“You’ve got a great point,” Nick laughed.
“Why, Nick, you made a gay joke.” Greg lifted his head and looked at Nick with eyes full of mirth. “You’ll be a gay boy yet.”
“No,” Nick said positively. “Gay man. You’re right. I have never felt more like a man in my life until you stuck your cock up my ass.”
“Whew!” Greg flopped back down onto Nick’s chest. “For a minute there I thought I’d have to do it again to drive my point home.”
“You can do it any time you like,” Nick said flirtatiously.
Greg opened one eye. “This is some transformation. Are you for real?”
“Oh yeah,” Nick breathed. He slid his hands under Greg’s shirt and jumped as Greg pulled out suddenly and rolled off the edge of the bed.
“What’s the matter?” Nick reached for him.
Greg scrabbled away like a crab on legs and arms, before he stood. He hooked his jeans and started pulling them on. “Contract, remember? Face to face, then I leave.” His voice was hard and his face anguished.
“You’re not going anywhere,” Nick insisted and jumped from the bed, tugging at Greg’s jeans.
“I’m leaving, I proved my point. That’s what you wanted. That’s what you got,” Greg said almost angrily.
“You’re one to talk. Yeah I may have been hiding from my sexuality, I can admit that. What is it that you can’t admit to? What are you hiding under your shirt?”
Greg looked up, his eyes blazing and his face dead white. The anger faded from his eyes and instead he looked as if he was going to cry. “You’re right, I’m a hypocrite. Trust me, you don’t want to see.”
“Yes, I do,” Nick insisted. “What is it, leprosy?”
“Leprosy?” Greg snorted with disbelieving laughter. After a stunned moment, Nick joined in.
“Well, some skin disease or something,” he amended.
Greg steeled himself and slid his shirt down his arms, holding in on his wrists so he could pull it back on quickly. He took a breath and turned around.
Nick saw the scars and was filled with pity. He knew how hard it must be for Greg to show this to a stranger, bracing himself for disgust and rejection, loathing and yet craving the pity that without understanding was so hard to bear.
Slowly he stepped nearer and Greg shivered as he felt Nick’s hands on his shoulders. Nick pulled him closer and kissed each scar, slowly and reverently, as if he could suck the pain and fear from each one with the healing touch of his lips.
He felt the pride and fear drain from Greg’s body and when he’d kissed the last scar, he pulled the younger man back against him, wrapping his arms around him. “You’re beautiful, baby, you have nothing to hide.”
He felt a sob shake the younger man’s body and Greg turned in his arms. “Really?” Nick thrilled to the unsure sound of his voice; now it was his turn to let Greg lean on him. To comfort him, to teach him that he was amazing.
“Absolutely beautiful. You have the best ass I’ve ever seen.”
Greg gave a watery chuckle. “You’re just saying that because you want to get inside it.”
“True,” Nick confessed. They laughed together. “Stay with me?”
Greg searched Nick’s eyes and nodded slowly. “Are you going to make me feel like a man?”
“As often as I can,” Nick promised.
~*~
“Red Neck?”
“Faggot?”
“True, point taken.” Both men chuckled.
“Feel better?”
“Yeah.” Nick nestled in Greg’s arms, nuzzling his lover’s neck.
“Are you gay?”
“Gayer than springtime and proud of it!”
Greg laughed. “So you’re ready to come out at work?”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” Nick grinned, knowing that Greg would never force the issue. He rose up and held Greg’s face between his hands before kissing him tenderly. “I’ll have you know that there’s not another man on the planet I would say that for. I love you.”
“I know,” Greg said smugly. “You were just waiting for me to come along.”
“So do you feel better?”
Greg moved uneasily. “Yeah?”
“That was convincing,” Nick commented. He rolled Greg onto his stomach and stroked his back. “Your skin is dry, let me get the lotion.”
Greg remained motionless and Nick returned, rubbing the rich lotion between his hands to warm it. He straddled Greg, feeling his balls rest on the firm buttocks as he leaned forward to smooth the lotion over the scars.
“You really aren’t grossed out by them?”
“Greg, I watched your wounds turn into these scars. They don’t gross me out. I think you’re beautiful, every inch of you, inside and out.”
“Yeah, but the scars inside don’t show,” Greg said gloomily. “I don’t think I’ll ever feel comfortable taking my shirt off in public.”
“Good,” Nick said.
“What!”
“No one else gets to see what’s mine.” Nick rolled Greg onto his back and dove for a nipple. “I get to keep you all to myself.”
Greg smiled up at him and pulled him close, kissing him. “Cocky bastard for a closet case.”
Authors: catlover2x and fred_bear aka jennybel75
Chapter: 16 of many.
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Nick/ Greg
Disclaimers: We don't own them, it'd be nice if we did - we really wouldn't get any sleep then!
Summary: Rock stars and leather, cowboy boots and line dancing.
This is a series of Role Plays and Fantasies between the boys. Each will have two parts, 1 for Greg and 1 for Nick, their fantasy being fulfilled by the other. There will be as many parts as we have ideas for. Enjoy!
A/N: Just to let ya'll know we're still having much fun with this, we love each other and have pledged never to date a man born on 9/11 again!
A/N II: This is being posted in two parts as LJ keeps telling me it's too large to post the whole thing
Part Deux: Nick
It was one of the trials of being the gay male friend; your girlfriends tended to drag you along to any event when they couldn’t get a date, regardless of whether or not it was interesting to you.
And so it was that Greg found himself learning to country line dance. Ordinarily he would rather have stabbed himself in the eye with an exacto blade, but it actually turned out to be kind of fun. Also, all the attention he was getting from the line of women amused him; the straight guys who lined the bar were beginning to realize that men who dance really do get more action.
Little did they know the action he was interested in tended to be leaning against the bar, drinking beer and wondering uneasily if they should be learning to dance.
Belinda winked at him as they did the complicated right turn into a left spin. She rocked easily on her high-heeled boots and Greg had to admire his friend all over again. He had it easy, he was wearing sneakers, the ones with the tread worn completely flat so he could spin.
When the lesson was over, Belinda tucked her hand into his arm and Greg basked in the jealous looks from the men at the bar. Belinda was tall, slender, stacked and she had long, naturally blonde ringlets. He sniggered internally; those guys thought he was nailing her when all she wanted was to nail the other girls in the class.
“So, which one?”
“The redhead,” she nodded her head toward another girl who was her height with porcelain skin and the prettiest red-gold hair he’d ever seen. “Name’s Kathy, she’s a lawyer.”
“Aim high,” Greg said. “You deserve it.”
“And you, sweetie?”
Greg laughed. “I’m saving myself for the singer. You said he was hot. And straight.”
“Can’t resist a challenge, can you, mate?” Belinda shook her head.
“No way.” Greg grinned, nodding at the men lining the bar. “No man can. How are you planning to keep them off? Gonna tell them you’re a lesbian?”
“No!” Belinda shuddered, remembering the last disastrous encounter with an amorous drunk, who seemed to think that all lesbians wanted for Christmas was a chance to put on a show with another woman for his delectation. “I’ll probably just mention that herpes medication, what was it called again?”
Greg laughed. “Zovirax.”
“Thanks, sweetie,” Belinda kissed his cheek mischievously. “Oh, here comes the band. You tell me if the singer isn’t just your type.”
The band ambled onstage. It was a local band playing a gig at a small country bar, so there was no light show, no raising of the curtain, just four very good looking guys walking onstage and getting ready.
The violin started fiddling, the guitar and drums kicked in, the lead singer stepped up to the mike and Greg fell in love. Yeah, he had a bit of a tendency that way whenever a really handsome guy looked his way, or even when they didn’t.
But this guy, although handsome, was something else. He was the sexiest thing on two legs that Greg had ever seen. His face was square and strong, his soft eyes dark, his skin tanned a golden colour. His body was strong and muscular; Greg could see the sinews move under the skin of his forearm and immediately flushed with the desire to see those arms planted on either side of his head as the other man moved inside him, fucking him to oblivion. Broad shoulders tapered to trim hips, the long legs were encased in tight jeans and his shirt was unbuttoned far enough that Greg could see the smooth hairless skin of his chest.
The only thing that could have been better would be if the guy turned around so he could see his ass; he placed a bet with himself that it would be high, tight and round. No, actually the only thing better would be if the guy looked at him.
Greg’s gaydar kicked in when he met the brown eyes, seeing a spark of interest there, quickly banished as if by an act of will, disappearing into a bland friendly look. The other man’s eyes moved away quickly.
Greg was confused. The man was definitely interested; was he so closeted that he was pretending to be straight?
The girls lined up to do the dance they’d all just learned and Belinda pulled Greg into line with them. He forgot to ogle the singer as he concentrated on remembering the steps. When the song changed, Belinda pulled him into a bump and grind that heated up the floor. The rest of the women circled them, clapping in time to the music. Greg was amused; the straights were still glaring at him although Belinda was paying not the slightest bit of attention to him. Her gaze was fixed on the redhead.
The redhead danced over to them and the three of them aligned, with Bel between Greg and her new friend, dancing as one, while Greg pondered the awesome power of Belinda. If only he could make men just come over and join in. At that moment he looked up at the stage again, to find the singer staring at them. He flashed a happy smile and the singer flushed, looking away, only to look back within a minute.
For the rest of the set, Greg was aware of the other man’s eyes on him. Whenever he looked up, the singer would look away. Amused, Greg would try to catch him out, without thinking much of it.
When the set came to an end, Belinda introduced him to the redhead, whose name was Kathy. The three of them went to the bar where the two women flirted and Greg daydreamed.
“Hey, Bel, I think I’m gonna go,” Greg said into the blonde ringlets in the general location of Belinda’s ear.
“No, don’t go yet. Kathy knows the drummer, she’ll take us out the back and we can meet the band.” Belinda hid a grin; she’d seen Greg go all googly-eyed over the singer. Sure enough he agreed readily.
Kathy led them to the backstage area where the four guys lounged in a room, surrounded by adoring women. She introduced Belinda and Greg to each band member.
“Nick, good to meet you.” Greg did his manly handshake and kept his face neutral. He turned away, but Nick didn’t let go of his hand.
“You really can dance, man,” Nick said. “You a country music fan?”
Greg twisted his hand out of the other man’s grasp, finally regaining custody of it. “Nope, hate it.”
“Why are you here then?”
Greg grinned, nodding toward Belinda. “The gay friend’s work is never done; escort duty.”
He almost burst out laughing at Nick’s stunned face. “Shut up, man, you want to get your ass kicked?” Nick took a step away from him as if he were on fire.
“And who’s gonna do it, you?” Greg laughed sarcastically. “Take a number.” He walked away and stood near Belinda, waiting to get her attention so he could tell her he was going to take off. He nudged her every minute or so until she finally looked at him.
“I’m going, you got a ride?”
Belinda smirked and nodded at Kathy. “How about you, you hit it off with the singer?”
“No way. He so en closet he doesn’t want to be seen shaking hands with me in case it rubs off.”
“Sorry, sweetie, I could have sworn-”
“Don’t worry; I wasn’t looking to hook up tonight. I’m just glad you had a good time.” Greg leered at her. “Thank heaven, now I’ll have some peace for a while instead of having to take you out.”
“Like you need more quiet time,” Belinda scoffed. “Getting your dust bunny collection sorted out?” She kissed him on the lips and smacked him on the ass as he turned to go.
“Bitch,” he said calmly.
“Takes one to know one,” she retorted.
“Ouch!”
Greg smiled as he left and walked down the hall; Bel was such a good friend, he knew she thought he didn’t socialise enough. Deep in thought, he missed the door opening and the hand that grabbed him, hauling him inside. His fists came up until he saw the handsome face of the lead singer.
“You could have just asked,” he said.
“I just wanted to tell you, I’m straight,” Nick said nervously, shutting the door.
“Okay, fine. Message received.” Greg turned and opened the door. Nick shut it before Greg could take a step and leaned against it propped on one arm.
“You don’t believe me.”
“Look, Nick, it doesn’t matter whether I believe you or not, okay? I’m nothing to you, you’re nothing to me. I have to go.” Greg turned the knob but Nick didn’t move from where he was blocking the door. “What is your problem, man? Open the door!”
Nick was hovering uncomfortably close and Greg took a step back, suddenly aware of the other man’s more powerful frame, colliding with the door.
“I’m not a fucking faggot!” Nick flared. He grabbed Greg and kissed him, forcing his tongue into the younger man’s mouth and leaning his weight against him. Greg responded to the kiss, all the while wondering if this was such a good idea. But damnit, closet or not, the man could kiss. It was hot, sexy, demanding and forceful. Greg could feel his lips being bruised and his back hurt from being mashed against the door, but he grabbed for Nick, grinding their hips together as he pulled the singer hard against him.
Nick broke the kiss and spun Greg to face the door, pinning his wrists over his head in one hand, the other fumbling at Greg’s fly. Suddenly Greg found his strength again and pushed himself away from the door, throwing Nick off him.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
Nick had the grace to look ashamed.
“You think because I’m gay you can fuck me just like that? Simply push me up against any wall and have at it? Sure, you’re gorgeous but you’re straight, remember?” Greg snarled. He whirled and wrenched the door open.
“You got what you wanted!”
“What I wanted?” Greg turned and looked at Nick, angrier than ever. “You’re the one who fucking kissed me! You’re the one who dragged me into this room and you’re the one trying to get into my pants, Mr. Straight Homophobic Right Wing Redneck!” He turned to leave again.
“Wait.”
“Why, you want to smack me around a little too? You get your jollies that way? Fuck you!”
Nick shivered at the flare of anger in Greg’s eyes. When he’d first seen Greg, he’d been intrigued by the intelligence and humour in those eyes, and the friendly admiration he saw there, not to mention the beautiful face and sexy body. He’d wanted to see them glazed with lust and sleepy with satisfaction, but he’d never pictured them blazing with righteous anger.
“I’m sorry.”
“You should be. Is this what you do? Go cruising and pick someone up, fuck them up against a wall so you don’t have to admit you’re fucking a man?”
Nick sidled around Greg and shut the door. “Can we talk about this without the whole world listening in?”
“No we fucking well can’t!” Greg yelled. “We have nothing to talk about.” He made for the door again and Nick stepped out of his way, afraid that Greg might blow right through him on his way out.
“Please don’t go.” The three words dropped into the angry atmosphere like pebbles in a pond. He could only see Greg’s back, but he watched as the anger slowly drained out of it. Finally Greg turned around, keeping one hand on the doorknob.
“Why?”
“Aren’t you afraid of being… feminine?”
Greg was bewildered. “Like wearing a dress and lipstick?”
Nick felt his cock twitch as he pictured Greg in a short skirt. A very short skirt, perhaps with stockings and heels. And eyeliner. “No, just that men will think you’re… girly.”
“Real men?” There was a sarcastic curl to Greg’s lip as he said this. “You ever have a cock up your ass, Nick?”
Nick shook his head, shocked at the crude language and even more at his own reaction to it.
Greg’s eyes flicked down to Nick’s crotch and he laughed. “But you think about it, don’t you?”
Nick didn’t respond, other than growing harder.
“And you think if you took a cock up your ass it would make you a woman?”
Nick stood very still, like a deer caught in headlights. Slowly he nodded.
Greg laughed softly and dropped his head back against the door. Nick swallowed as he looked at the long line of the smooth neck, pulse point fluttering as he laughed. He wanted nothing more than to lick it, feel the pulse beating against his tongue.
“There is nothing that makes me feel more like a man than having some guy’s hot, hard dick up my ass. It’s the most masculine act I have ever experienced.” Greg looked at Nick speculatively. “Except for sticking mine up another man’s ass.”
Nick swallowed audibly, shutting his eyes. His head went up and his lips parted as he panted, his hands clenching convulsively at his side. He jumped as Greg spoke again, his voice suddenly much closer.
“You don’t know what you’re missing when you just fuck and run, Nicky.” The voice was seductive now, purring with sensuality. “I’d like to show you what it feels like.”
Nick’s eyes flew open and he started to back away. Greg followed, prowling now, cornering his prey. “Would you like that? Maybe you’ve stuck something up your ass before, a dildo or a vibrator, but they’re just cold, hard plastic. You haven’t felt anything until you feel some guy’s cock, hot and throbbing, part your cheeks and start ploughing you, pounding your ass until you’re ready to scream with pleasure. It’s so tight and hot, there’s nothing, nothing that compares to it.”
Nick shuddered. Greg was so close now that he could feel the heat emanating off the slender body, his eyes were hot and hungry as he leaned into Nick just slightly.
Suddenly he laughed and turned, walking to the door. “But I guess, what with you being such a straight boy and all, that wouldn’t interest you.”
“I’m interested.”
Greg froze and then turned slowly. “You want me to fuck you.”
“Yes.” Nick licked his dry lips. “Please?”
“My terms?”
Nick was scared now. What if this guy was a psycho? All he knew about him was that he was gay and hated country music; not something that would make Nick especially trusting.
Seeing the fine print unreeling in Nick’s eyes, Greg spelled it out. “We go someplace with a bed, we get undressed. We kiss. I fuck you. Face to face, no pretending that I’m not a man. Afterwards we talk like civilized beings. I get up and leave. You never have to see me again. I won’t tell your fan base or your buddies.”
“Protection?”
“Of course! Fuck! You really do think all gay men are sluts, don’t you?”
Seeing Greg get angry again, Nick hastened to placate him. “No, no, just that…”
“Don’t worry. I don’t fuck around, normally. And I’m a scientist, I’m not going to throw my life away for just another screw,” Greg said sarcastically.
“Let’s go,” Nick said, grabbing his keys.
“Where to?”
“I have a room. I’ll give you a lift.”
“Nope, the contract states that I leave. When I do it’ll be under my own power and not by having to rely on you,” Greg said. “Where?”
Nick told him.
During the short drive, Nick came up with many fine excuses not to go through with this. His mother called, there was a death in the family, he had food poisoning, he broke his leg, his sister’s baby was coming right then, and he had a headache. It was all entirely ridiculous because he knew he had only to say no and Greg would leave. In fact as soon as he thought of that, he started to worry that Greg wouldn’t show up. He’d certainly made the younger man angry enough with his clumsy efforts at seduction and his hoof planted firmly in his mouth that he wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t show. In fact, he wondered why Greg agreed to it in the first place.
Greg was wondering that himself a bit, aside from the fact that he never backed down from a challenge and Nick was easily the best looking guy he’d seen in over a year. All things considered he was going with the whole challenge thing. He was going to make this guy admit that he loved having a cock up his ass if it killed him. Or both of them. He laughed at himself, his sense of humour restored; killing was not exactly what he had in mind.
He took his time finding a parking spot and riding up the elevator to find Nick’s room. It occurred to him that Nick might change his mind, but that was okay. If so he’d just leave. He doubted that Nick would meet him with a bunch of his buddies at his back. How would he explain to them why Greg was coming over?
He knocked on the door confidently, startled when Nick threw it open immediately and pulled him inside. He was about to get upset and start mouthing off again, when he felt Nick’s arms holding him close. The older man was trembling, his cheek pressed against Greg’s.
“I thought you weren’t coming.”
Greg’s arms came up and he stroked the strong, broad back comfortingly. “Take it easy there, man. It’s okay.”
He soothed Nick until the other man’s tremors stopped. “You know we don’t have to do this, don’t you? If you get scared or don’t want to go through with it, tell me any time and I’ll stop.”
Mutely Nick nodded. Greg could feel the stubble against his skin and he thrilled to the feeling of having a man in his arms once again. His cock swelled and he knew he was just too close to the edge. By the feel of things, Nick was too.
Greg loosened the other man’s arms and took a step back, still running his hands over Nick’s bare forearms. Nick shivered at the simple caress.
“I haven’t been with anyone in a while,” Greg apologized. “Can I just-”
He swallowed the rest of the sentence as Nick stepped closer and kissed him hungrily. Greg kissed him back hard, and suddenly they were grappling with each other, straining to get closer. It almost felt more like wrestling than seduction. Greg hooked a leg around Nick’s, pulling his foot out from under him and they toppled together onto the bed. Nick’s legs opened and Greg slid between them, grinding and humping as they kissed.
He stopped, gulping air into his lungs, one hand stroking the bulge in Nick’s jeans. Nick moaned and thrust up into his hand, clutching the slender waist as if he thought Greg was about to disappear.
Greg kissed him softly and said, “I need to take the edge off a bit. And you do too or we’re going to spontaneously combust.”
“There’s no such thing as spontaneous human combustion,” Nick said automatically, without thinking.
“Shows what you know,” Greg mumbled. He opened Nick’s shirt, one button at a time, kissing each inch of skin as he exposed it.
Nick started to tremble as he felt warm lips kissing his stomach above his belt. He felt fingers fumbling at his belt, pulling down his zipper. Greg urged his hips up and slid the jeans and boxers down his thighs. Nick thought he’d lost his mind as Greg’s hot, wet mouth surrounded his aching cock, swallowing the hard shaft in one gulp.
He cried out and arched under the suddenness of it, thrusting up into Greg’s mouth. He grabbed for the younger man’s head, running his fingers through the soft, spiky hair, not trying to force it, just holding him. Nick had never had such a blowjob before; hard suction, warm soft lips and tongue with just a slight graze of teeth every now and then. It said nothing for his control when he came in under five minutes, crying out loudly and stiffening as he shot into Greg’s mouth. Greg kept his mouth on Nick until the older man stilled, lying limp on the bed under him. Greg smiled as he took in the sated, dazed expression on Nick’s face.
He sat up and pulled Nick’s pants off completely, took off his socks and gently urged him to sit so he could get his shirt off.
“What about you?” Nick finally roused himself to ask.
“I got off when you did,” Greg said, chuckling wickedly. He held up Nick’s jeans, showing the wet spot. “Sorry, you have to do laundry now.”
“How- why-?”
Greg looked at him with compassion. “It’s very erotic to make love to someone with your mouth. I loved the feeling of your hard cock in my mouth, feeling each vein with my tongue and licking you, tasting you. I could feel you stiffen up just before you came and your whole body got into it.”
“Do you like the taste?”
Greg closed his eyes and licked his lips like a cat does after finishing the cream. “You taste wonderful.”
Nick looked at him with wonder. Greg had such a different take on things. Nick had never sucked off another man; for him it was an act of submission. He took pleasure in another man being on his knees before him but he’d never wanted to do it to anyone; until now. Now he wondered if all those other men actually enjoyed it.
“Want a taste?” Greg mischievously swooped in over Nick and kissed him lushly, allowing him to taste his own cum. Nick sucked Greg’s tongue into his mouth; he’d tasted his own cum before, who hadn’t? But mixed with Greg, it took on a whole new flavour. Nick began to think he might like to suck Greg and taste him.
“Tasty,” Greg said. He sat up and unbuttoned his shirt, but left it on. Nick’s hands pre-empted him, unbuttoning the worn baggy jeans and pushing them down the long slim legs.
“Socks!” Greg waved his foot in the air. Nick chuckled and pulled them off, hurling them away. He reached for the shirt but Greg smiled and shrugged him off. “I don’t take off my shirt.”
“Well, it is kinda hot,” Nick said. He reached for the smooth creamy skin of Greg’s chest, stroking it and pushing the shirt aside to suck at a pink nipple, feeling it harden under his tongue. Greg fell back on the bed, gasping. It made Nick proud to see the self-possessed young man whimper and move restlessly. He continued to nibble and suck, watching with one eye as Greg’s cock moved, hardening and lengthening.
Greg pulled away and rolled on top of Nick, pinning him on his back. Nick moaned as he felt their legs tangle together, hot smooth skin sliding over each other as their naked cocks touched for the first time.
“You have a great ass. I was trying to see it when you were onstage,” Greg whispered into Nick’s shoulder. “I know you want me inside you.”
“Yes! Yes… please… I want to feel you… I want to be fucked by a man…” Nick gasped.
For the first time Greg was dubious. “You know it’s going to hurt a little, right? Just at first. I’ll take the time to prepare you but it’s still a little bit of a shock the first time.”
“I want it,” Nick said more firmly.
Greg released him and dove off the bed, rooting in the pockets of his jeans till he came up triumphantly with lube and a condom.
“Hoping to get lucky?” Nick asked, just an edge of nastiness in his voice. He was ashamed when he saw a hurt look pass fleetingly over the younger man’s face.
“Just trying to be prepared,” Greg said lightly, but Nick knew he’d hurt him.
He pulled the slighter man close and held him, stroking his hair. “I’m sorry, I’m just…”
“A bitch?” Greg grinned at him and pulled away. “We’ll turn you into a bitchy, city gay boy in no time.”
Nick laughed in delight. “Well, if you’re the one that’s doing the turning I think I’d like that.”
Greg pushed him flat with a hand in the middle of his chest. “Relax and enjoy the flight,” he said, and gave Nick a long, passionate kiss. When he had the older man gasping he broke off and licked his way down his neck, dropping soft little bites on the spots that made Nick tremble. He kissed his way to one nipple, licking it slowly and thoroughly, enjoying the little wanton noises coming from the singer.
“Mmm, you’re hard wired.”
“Huh?” Nick managed.
“Some men’s tits are hard wired to their cock. Yours seem to be,” Greg observed. He hadn’t touched the other man’s dick and it was hard enough to drill cement.
“How about you?” Nick asked.
“Not about me, it’s all about you tonight,” Greg said.
Nick thrilled when he heard tonight, did that mean that Greg was interested in more than just a one night stand?
Greg moved to the other nipple, sucking it hard. He nipped at it and Nick yelped, arching up into the shiver of painful pleasure. “You liked that?” Greg asked.
Nick nodded, sucking for air. Greg licked his way down the rippling abs, appreciating the hours that went into the making of each swell of muscle. This guy was so hot and he didn’t even know it, didn’t know how much another man would appreciate such a toned, firm body. He took a deep breath of the musky, masculine odour. This is what made him desire other men, that maleness apparent in every scent, taste and touch.
He slid a gentle hand up the soft skin inside Nick’s thigh, coming up to cup the balls, feeling the weight and warmth of them in his hand. He caressed them gently, feeling them roll under his fingers.
Nick spread his legs in response. He had never had a hand on his balls, other than his own. The women he’d dated had been interested in his penis, but didn’t really touch him anywhere else, as if he only had feeling in his dick. He flexed his hips, moving slightly under the caress, shivering with delight as the gentle fingers moved back and pressed on his perineum, sending a thrill of pleasure through him.
“Roll over,” Greg commanded softly. He helped Nick roll onto his stomach, noting the look of apprehension on the older man’s face as he moved. Reassuringly he started to massage Nick’s shoulders. He could touch this man forever; his muscles were so hard and his skin so perfect, he was a sensual delight.
He worked his way down Nick’s back, finding knots of tension and kneading them out. Greg concentrated a long time on the perfect globes of Nick’s ass, rubbing and squeezing them before moving to the backs of his thighs. By the time he’d finished massaging Nick’s feet, the older man was limp and relaxed.
Greg leaned down, his face next to Nick’s on the pillow. “Okay?”
“Oh, yeah,” Nick exhaled.
“Can I get you to kneel for me?”
“I thought you said…”
“Face to face when we fuck. But first I’m going to get you ready.”
Nick nodded, although he wasn’t quite sure what Greg was going to do. He knelt, his face pressed into the pillow, turned away as if he couldn’t quite watch whatever was going to happen. He felt warm hands run smoothly down his back, cupping his ass and then softly pulling his cheeks apart. He jumped at the first hot swipe across his hole. He couldn’t believe Greg was using his tongue on his ass; it was so nasty but so hot.
“Oh yesssss…” he groaned and pushed back. He thought he heard a little chuckle.
Greg kissed Nick’s ass, then slowly circled the tight ring. He pushed gently inside, wrenching a loud moan from Nick. He continued to fuck Nick softly with his tongue as the older man started rocking back and forth under the stimulation.
“Oh, fuck…” Nick moaned when Greg pulled away. He felt a cold, slick finger circle his entrance. The finger heated up as Greg continued to touch him and slowly entered him. Nick gasped at the stretching, burning feeling; it passed off almost as soon as it registered. Then it just felt a bit odd, nothing earth shattering though.
“Doing okay?”
“Yeah,” Nick grunted. He really didn’t see what all the fuss was about. He looked over his shoulder, taken with the intent look on Greg’s face as he watched his finger disappear into Nick’s ass. That actually was kind of hot.
The finger pushed inside and Nick pushed back, wanting to feel all of it inside him. It still didn’t feel like anything too wonderful, just odd.
And then Greg twisted his finger a bit and Nick felt an incredible stab of pleasure. It was confusing; he felt it inside himself but also in his cock. It was harder than he’d ever felt it and every time Greg’s finger brushed over a certain spot, his cock jumped.
“Holy fuck,” Nick muttered.
Greg slowly withdrew his finger and Nick whimpered. “Don’t worry, baby, there’s more,” Greg crooned soothingly. He added another finger and pushed inside. Nick rammed himself back, impaling himself roughly. “Whoa there, take it easy. Let’s take this slow.”
Nick whimpered again, gasping for breath. He felt Greg’s fingers moving inside him, twisting and stretching him. He’d never been fingered before and he thought this was incredibly hot; it felt so fucking good, he couldn’t imagine it could possibly get any better.
Greg was patient, although he was aching to get into that cherry ass. He moved his fingers carefully, placing little kisses on Nick’s lower back as he stretched him. He rubbed Nick’s stomach with his other hand, whispering, “Relax, enjoy this.”
Nick was lost in the sensations coming from the talented fingers buried inside him. He barely registered when Greg pulled out and added a third finger, opening Nick’s ass even more.
“I think you’re ready now,” Greg said, withdrawing his hand.
Nick whimpered his agreement and lifted his butt in the air, begging wordlessly for Greg to take him.
Greg smiled and rolled him onto his back. He kissed him deeply, and then said, “Face to face, remember?”
Nick nodded and smiled, holding his arms up and Greg slipped into them. They lay cuddled together for a minute, slowly rubbing against each other. Then Greg sighed and moved away. Nick heard the crisping sound of a foil packet being opened and Greg was between his thighs again.
Greg smiled down at him and lifted his knees, pressing them back toward his chest. “I’m going to fuck you now, okay?” Nick nodded, suddenly breathless, his need for this all consuming.
He felt the tip of Greg’s cock sliding along his slippery cleft. Every time it passed over his opening, he gasped and moved as if to entice it to venture inside. Finally he felt it pushing at his entrance and lifted up to meet it.
“Take it easy, baby, let me do the work,” Greg warned. He rocked back and forth gently, each time pushing the tip in a little further until with one strong thrust, the head was inside.
Nick gasped, tears forming in his eyes, his mouth open in a silent moan. Greg stroked the backs of his thighs and said, “Relax for me, baby, just relax. It’ll feel better soon.”
Nick nodded and made an effort to relax. All at once he felt warmth and fullness and a feeling of intense joy. Greg saw his face change and started rocking again, pushing inside the tight, hot channel until he was fully buried.
Nick was still had tears in his eyes but the look of happiness on his face moved Greg to kiss him again, softly this time. He moved Nick’s legs to wrap around his waist and started thrusting gently.
Nick shivered with bliss as Greg’s cock massaged his prostate with every movement, gliding softly in and out. Nick held Greg tightly, his arms and legs wrapped around the strong slender body, arching up to meet every thrust. If this wasn’t heaven he didn’t want to know what was. He had never been more aroused, more aware. It was as if everything was happening in slow motion and he wanted every feeling, every smell, every taste seared into his memory forever.
Greg kept a steady pace, stroking inside of Nick while watching his face. The tears were obviously not pain or sadness; somehow he’d struck something inside of Nick that elicited a strong emotional response.
By the quickening of Nick’s breath and the tensing of his body, Greg could tell he was near. He reached up to pinch a nipple, squeezing it tightly while watching the handsome face contort with the pained look of rapture.
Nick felt the little shiver of pain as Greg twisted his nipple. The pain cut through the swamping wave of pleasure, clarifying it, focusing it for him and suddenly he was over the edge without either of them having touched his cock. Spurt after spurt of hot cum coated his stomach and Greg slid through it with each stroke. Nick cried out in unconscious rapture as he came.
Greg raised himself, bracing himself to thrust hard and deep into Nick, reaching for his own release. The careful control he’d exercised the entire evening was ripped away and he was fucking like an animal, desperate to come. He stiffened and shot his seed deep inside the older man until he fell exhausted over him.
Dimly he felt Nick’s legs fall away from him onto the mattress and Nick’s hands stroking his back over his damp shirt. He gasped for breath, right on the edge of blacking out, until he regained his senses. He chuckled into Nick’s chest.
“What’s so funny?”
“Did I prove my point?”
“You’ve got a great point,” Nick laughed.
“Why, Nick, you made a gay joke.” Greg lifted his head and looked at Nick with eyes full of mirth. “You’ll be a gay boy yet.”
“No,” Nick said positively. “Gay man. You’re right. I have never felt more like a man in my life until you stuck your cock up my ass.”
“Whew!” Greg flopped back down onto Nick’s chest. “For a minute there I thought I’d have to do it again to drive my point home.”
“You can do it any time you like,” Nick said flirtatiously.
Greg opened one eye. “This is some transformation. Are you for real?”
“Oh yeah,” Nick breathed. He slid his hands under Greg’s shirt and jumped as Greg pulled out suddenly and rolled off the edge of the bed.
“What’s the matter?” Nick reached for him.
Greg scrabbled away like a crab on legs and arms, before he stood. He hooked his jeans and started pulling them on. “Contract, remember? Face to face, then I leave.” His voice was hard and his face anguished.
“You’re not going anywhere,” Nick insisted and jumped from the bed, tugging at Greg’s jeans.
“I’m leaving, I proved my point. That’s what you wanted. That’s what you got,” Greg said almost angrily.
“You’re one to talk. Yeah I may have been hiding from my sexuality, I can admit that. What is it that you can’t admit to? What are you hiding under your shirt?”
Greg looked up, his eyes blazing and his face dead white. The anger faded from his eyes and instead he looked as if he was going to cry. “You’re right, I’m a hypocrite. Trust me, you don’t want to see.”
“Yes, I do,” Nick insisted. “What is it, leprosy?”
“Leprosy?” Greg snorted with disbelieving laughter. After a stunned moment, Nick joined in.
“Well, some skin disease or something,” he amended.
Greg steeled himself and slid his shirt down his arms, holding in on his wrists so he could pull it back on quickly. He took a breath and turned around.
Nick saw the scars and was filled with pity. He knew how hard it must be for Greg to show this to a stranger, bracing himself for disgust and rejection, loathing and yet craving the pity that without understanding was so hard to bear.
Slowly he stepped nearer and Greg shivered as he felt Nick’s hands on his shoulders. Nick pulled him closer and kissed each scar, slowly and reverently, as if he could suck the pain and fear from each one with the healing touch of his lips.
He felt the pride and fear drain from Greg’s body and when he’d kissed the last scar, he pulled the younger man back against him, wrapping his arms around him. “You’re beautiful, baby, you have nothing to hide.”
He felt a sob shake the younger man’s body and Greg turned in his arms. “Really?” Nick thrilled to the unsure sound of his voice; now it was his turn to let Greg lean on him. To comfort him, to teach him that he was amazing.
“Absolutely beautiful. You have the best ass I’ve ever seen.”
Greg gave a watery chuckle. “You’re just saying that because you want to get inside it.”
“True,” Nick confessed. They laughed together. “Stay with me?”
Greg searched Nick’s eyes and nodded slowly. “Are you going to make me feel like a man?”
“As often as I can,” Nick promised.
~*~
“Red Neck?”
“Faggot?”
“True, point taken.” Both men chuckled.
“Feel better?”
“Yeah.” Nick nestled in Greg’s arms, nuzzling his lover’s neck.
“Are you gay?”
“Gayer than springtime and proud of it!”
Greg laughed. “So you’re ready to come out at work?”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” Nick grinned, knowing that Greg would never force the issue. He rose up and held Greg’s face between his hands before kissing him tenderly. “I’ll have you know that there’s not another man on the planet I would say that for. I love you.”
“I know,” Greg said smugly. “You were just waiting for me to come along.”
“So do you feel better?”
Greg moved uneasily. “Yeah?”
“That was convincing,” Nick commented. He rolled Greg onto his stomach and stroked his back. “Your skin is dry, let me get the lotion.”
Greg remained motionless and Nick returned, rubbing the rich lotion between his hands to warm it. He straddled Greg, feeling his balls rest on the firm buttocks as he leaned forward to smooth the lotion over the scars.
“You really aren’t grossed out by them?”
“Greg, I watched your wounds turn into these scars. They don’t gross me out. I think you’re beautiful, every inch of you, inside and out.”
“Yeah, but the scars inside don’t show,” Greg said gloomily. “I don’t think I’ll ever feel comfortable taking my shirt off in public.”
“Good,” Nick said.
“What!”
“No one else gets to see what’s mine.” Nick rolled Greg onto his back and dove for a nipple. “I get to keep you all to myself.”
Greg smiled up at him and pulled him close, kissing him. “Cocky bastard for a closet case.”