Fic: A Growing Family (7/?)
TITLE: A GROWING FAMILY
RATING: R
PAIRING: Nick/Greg
WARNINGS: Adult scenes and language
SUMMARY: Family situations change
SPOILERS: None
Previous parts of this story can be found here
Time passed as it always does and slowly but surely things began to get back to normal. The department shrink was pretty sure Nick was holding back but he really couldn’t find anything specific to fault so he released him for duty contingent on his physical recovery. The physical therapy became more intense and when Nick was allowed to start back at the gym on a very restricted regimen, Greg began going with him. He took his position as lover and caretaker very seriously. He also began to haunt the HGTV channel for tips on healthy and tasty cooking.
The night Nick was allowed to return to work on restricted duty (confined to the lab and no fieldwork) the lab personnel AND the cops threw him a party that pretty much continued all shift long. Everyone brought potluck, Conrad contributed a baked ham and a huge plate of cold shrimp and they all celebrated. It was an out-pouring of love and admiration for one of their favorite people. And a silent admission by almost all of them that they would not have been able to survive an ordeal like that. Warrick told Catherine he knew he would have put the gun in his mouth long before the air ran out. She was the only one to hear his confession but everyone there that night would have said the same. Nick had endured a horror that could only be imagined and he seemed to be stronger than ever.
While Nick did enjoy the party and the obvious affection that was showered on him, he couldn’t understand why everyone kept saying he was a hero. He’d let himself be taken after all and most of the time he’d alternated between hope, despair and panic. He was both sad and happy to see the end of his first shift.
On the home front, things were getting better with his family. His mom and dad called several times a month and had begun talking with Greg. It was awkward but they were all making an effort and that’s what counted. Even his brother was finally willing to admit Nick was making his decision without the aid of pharmaceuticals. The only bad thing about this warmth was the fact that Savannah and Greg had bonded in a New York minute and Nick just knew that she was going to get some juicy details about their sex life out of his completely uninhibited lover.
Greg’s family accepted Nick based on Greg’s obvious love for him. They were urging them to come to California ASAP so the whole family could meet him.
There were only two clouds on their horizons and oddly enough both of them were in area’s where neither man thought there would be a problem; sex and housing.
Sex had never been a problem not even in the very beginning. I believe I told you that Nick bottomed for several weeks at the beginning of their affair. That was exclusively because he was terrified of hurting Greg. He had no idea what he was doing, he was very well endowed and the first time he actually saw Greg’s asshole, he turned white and said there was no way in hell he would ever be able to get Little Nicky into that. It took time for Greg to convince him that not only would he be able to get in but he (Greg) would absolutely love it. After he finally got Nick over his virgin terror’s Nick became an enthusiastic top. They still switched but at least two thirds of the time Greg bottomed.
Greg preferring to bottom had nothing to do with submission or male/female roles. It had everything to do with Nick’s cock. Greg went into rhapsodies about Nick’s cock; the length, the breadth, the way the head flared out. Oh yeah, bottoming for Nick was sooooo not a problem for Greg. More like the front door to heaven. But as much as Greg loved Nick’s cock, Nick was equally enraptured with Greg’s. He enjoyed being a bottom too AND they both enjoyed the fact that being men, they could get pretty rough without worrying about damaging their partner.
If their co-workers could see what was hidden under their clothes, they would have been shocked. They had to be very careful about showering or changing in the locker room because they were never without bruises or bite marks. Nick made the comment one-day that it was like living with a vampire because Greg fastened his lips and teeth in Nick’s neck every chance he got. Greg returned the compliment by telling Nick he was thinking of getting a picture of his hands tattooed on his ass because he wore his fingerprints there all the time.
Now, because of the muscle spasms and nerve problems, Nick was topping all the time AND he was being very gentle about it. Usually, they wound up on their sides because it was one of the few positions they could assume where Nick was not confined and could stretch his legs when they started to cramp. Greg would have been content to spend the rest of his life making love this way as long as it meant Nick was safe in his arms. Nick, however, was getting frantic. He wanted to feel Greg in him and he wanted to feel him hard. They were getting pretty frustrated and the solution came about in a very weird fashion.
Warrick was over and the three friends were playing Doom (a very guilty pleasure indeed). They had ganged up on Greg and killed him off so he went to the kitchen to get some snacks while Warrick and Nick tried to annihilate each other. All of a sudden he heard Nick let out a whoop and then his epiphany occurred. In a thick Texas accent he heard Nick say, “Pardner, I’d say it’s time for you to get out of Dodge”.
He rushed back into the living room, grabbed ‘Rick’s jacket and threw it at him. He told him it was a great game and he was looking forward to the next one but he and Nick had an appointment he’d just remembered and they had to rush. Nick had no idea what Greg was talking about and Warrick had long ago gotten used to Greg and his weird antics around Nick so he just left.
Nick saw him out and then came back to a boyfriend who was all but vibrating. “What the hell was that all about? You just damn near threw one of our dearest friends out the door and we do NOT have an appointment.”
Greg grabbed Nick and wrestled him down on the couch. He started pulling Nick’s shirt off while he kissed him and licked as much of him as he could get to. Nick was caught between being angry and being aroused. Greg in heat was really hard to resist. He tried just for his own manhood to maintain his anger but it rapidly melted under Greg’s determined assault. When every stitch of clothes had landing all over the living room and Nick was trying to figure out how they were going to get into a good position on the couch, Greg jumped off him, grabbed his hand and the lube which seemed to have appeared magically and pulled him into the dining room. He yanked out one of their armless dining room chairs, sat down and pulled Nick over in front of him and began to lick his stomach and suck on his belly button. The next thing Nick knew he felt Greg’s long fingers probing his sadly underused hole. He couldn’t help but yelp when he felt the first finger slide inside followed rapidly by a second. Greg used a lot of lube when he inserted the third. After a minutes (more like seconds) he pulled his fingers out, poured lube on his hard, leaking erection and covered it completely. He looked up at Nick with dark, dangerous eyes. “Nicky, are you my cowboy?”
“Baby, you know I’m you’re everything. Anything you want me to be.”
“Then why don’t you climb on and ride me?”
Nick looked stunned for a second or two and then suddenly he realized. He would be on top but being bottomed. He could control everything and had no pressure on his back. He straddled Greg’s lap and started to lower himself on him. Greg grabbed his wildly twitching cock and held it steady until the head was fully inserted into Nick’s tight, hot channel. Nick halted for just a second to let himself adjust to the wonderful, burning stretch. He slowly lowered himself down. His legs began to shake and he wound up taking the last few inches a little faster than either he or Greg intended but Greg held him tight and rubbed his back and his thighs. He kissed Nick and asked him if he was OK or if it was too much for him.
Nick had laid his head on Greg’s shoulder when he slid down hard and now he licked his neck and told him he needed a minute to adjust but it was wonderful and just what he wanted and needed. He began to move slowly at first but then faster as the heat enveloped both of them. When Greg slid forward just a little and began to thrust up hard when Nick pushed down they both began to moan. When Nick felt Greg’s teeth fasten onto his neck he had a bone shattering orgasm. Greg returned the favor and flooded Nick and that was the first moment they both realized they hadn’t used a condom.
They clung to each other for a long time. Neither man felt like moving and breaking the spell. But nature took over and Greg slipped out of Nick’s warmth. Nick still didn’t move for a second or two then he snorted a little laugh and told Greg they had to move because he was beginning to leak. Greg told him that was okay he was dripping too. Nick finally lifted his head and pressed a gentle kiss on his happy partner. “Yeah but babe, between the both of us we are going to ruin the upholstery AND the rug”.
“Nick, this is not the time for the happy homemaker to make an appearance. Not when you’re sitting on my lap dripping my come all over me”.
Eventually they managed to get to their feet and then to the bedroom. Nick got as far as the bed where he collapsed. Greg made it to the bathroom, did a fast cleanup and then took the cloth in to take care of his happy, satiated lover. Nick didn’t even move when he carefully parted his butt cheeks, checked his anus for damage and then cleaned all the lube and spunk off. He went back to the bath, rewet the cloth and came back in to convince Nick to roll over so he could clean up his stomach and the bedspread. He was really surprised to see that Nick had grabbed a T-shirt from somewhere and managed to get it between him and the spread so all Greg had to do was wash him off, get him straightened out and under the covers and hold him tight while Nick slept. The smile never left Nick’s lips not even when he slipped into deep sleep.
RATING: R
PAIRING: Nick/Greg
WARNINGS: Adult scenes and language
SUMMARY: Family situations change
SPOILERS: None
Previous parts of this story can be found here
Time passed as it always does and slowly but surely things began to get back to normal. The department shrink was pretty sure Nick was holding back but he really couldn’t find anything specific to fault so he released him for duty contingent on his physical recovery. The physical therapy became more intense and when Nick was allowed to start back at the gym on a very restricted regimen, Greg began going with him. He took his position as lover and caretaker very seriously. He also began to haunt the HGTV channel for tips on healthy and tasty cooking.
The night Nick was allowed to return to work on restricted duty (confined to the lab and no fieldwork) the lab personnel AND the cops threw him a party that pretty much continued all shift long. Everyone brought potluck, Conrad contributed a baked ham and a huge plate of cold shrimp and they all celebrated. It was an out-pouring of love and admiration for one of their favorite people. And a silent admission by almost all of them that they would not have been able to survive an ordeal like that. Warrick told Catherine he knew he would have put the gun in his mouth long before the air ran out. She was the only one to hear his confession but everyone there that night would have said the same. Nick had endured a horror that could only be imagined and he seemed to be stronger than ever.
While Nick did enjoy the party and the obvious affection that was showered on him, he couldn’t understand why everyone kept saying he was a hero. He’d let himself be taken after all and most of the time he’d alternated between hope, despair and panic. He was both sad and happy to see the end of his first shift.
On the home front, things were getting better with his family. His mom and dad called several times a month and had begun talking with Greg. It was awkward but they were all making an effort and that’s what counted. Even his brother was finally willing to admit Nick was making his decision without the aid of pharmaceuticals. The only bad thing about this warmth was the fact that Savannah and Greg had bonded in a New York minute and Nick just knew that she was going to get some juicy details about their sex life out of his completely uninhibited lover.
Greg’s family accepted Nick based on Greg’s obvious love for him. They were urging them to come to California ASAP so the whole family could meet him.
There were only two clouds on their horizons and oddly enough both of them were in area’s where neither man thought there would be a problem; sex and housing.
Sex had never been a problem not even in the very beginning. I believe I told you that Nick bottomed for several weeks at the beginning of their affair. That was exclusively because he was terrified of hurting Greg. He had no idea what he was doing, he was very well endowed and the first time he actually saw Greg’s asshole, he turned white and said there was no way in hell he would ever be able to get Little Nicky into that. It took time for Greg to convince him that not only would he be able to get in but he (Greg) would absolutely love it. After he finally got Nick over his virgin terror’s Nick became an enthusiastic top. They still switched but at least two thirds of the time Greg bottomed.
Greg preferring to bottom had nothing to do with submission or male/female roles. It had everything to do with Nick’s cock. Greg went into rhapsodies about Nick’s cock; the length, the breadth, the way the head flared out. Oh yeah, bottoming for Nick was sooooo not a problem for Greg. More like the front door to heaven. But as much as Greg loved Nick’s cock, Nick was equally enraptured with Greg’s. He enjoyed being a bottom too AND they both enjoyed the fact that being men, they could get pretty rough without worrying about damaging their partner.
If their co-workers could see what was hidden under their clothes, they would have been shocked. They had to be very careful about showering or changing in the locker room because they were never without bruises or bite marks. Nick made the comment one-day that it was like living with a vampire because Greg fastened his lips and teeth in Nick’s neck every chance he got. Greg returned the compliment by telling Nick he was thinking of getting a picture of his hands tattooed on his ass because he wore his fingerprints there all the time.
Now, because of the muscle spasms and nerve problems, Nick was topping all the time AND he was being very gentle about it. Usually, they wound up on their sides because it was one of the few positions they could assume where Nick was not confined and could stretch his legs when they started to cramp. Greg would have been content to spend the rest of his life making love this way as long as it meant Nick was safe in his arms. Nick, however, was getting frantic. He wanted to feel Greg in him and he wanted to feel him hard. They were getting pretty frustrated and the solution came about in a very weird fashion.
Warrick was over and the three friends were playing Doom (a very guilty pleasure indeed). They had ganged up on Greg and killed him off so he went to the kitchen to get some snacks while Warrick and Nick tried to annihilate each other. All of a sudden he heard Nick let out a whoop and then his epiphany occurred. In a thick Texas accent he heard Nick say, “Pardner, I’d say it’s time for you to get out of Dodge”.
He rushed back into the living room, grabbed ‘Rick’s jacket and threw it at him. He told him it was a great game and he was looking forward to the next one but he and Nick had an appointment he’d just remembered and they had to rush. Nick had no idea what Greg was talking about and Warrick had long ago gotten used to Greg and his weird antics around Nick so he just left.
Nick saw him out and then came back to a boyfriend who was all but vibrating. “What the hell was that all about? You just damn near threw one of our dearest friends out the door and we do NOT have an appointment.”
Greg grabbed Nick and wrestled him down on the couch. He started pulling Nick’s shirt off while he kissed him and licked as much of him as he could get to. Nick was caught between being angry and being aroused. Greg in heat was really hard to resist. He tried just for his own manhood to maintain his anger but it rapidly melted under Greg’s determined assault. When every stitch of clothes had landing all over the living room and Nick was trying to figure out how they were going to get into a good position on the couch, Greg jumped off him, grabbed his hand and the lube which seemed to have appeared magically and pulled him into the dining room. He yanked out one of their armless dining room chairs, sat down and pulled Nick over in front of him and began to lick his stomach and suck on his belly button. The next thing Nick knew he felt Greg’s long fingers probing his sadly underused hole. He couldn’t help but yelp when he felt the first finger slide inside followed rapidly by a second. Greg used a lot of lube when he inserted the third. After a minutes (more like seconds) he pulled his fingers out, poured lube on his hard, leaking erection and covered it completely. He looked up at Nick with dark, dangerous eyes. “Nicky, are you my cowboy?”
“Baby, you know I’m you’re everything. Anything you want me to be.”
“Then why don’t you climb on and ride me?”
Nick looked stunned for a second or two and then suddenly he realized. He would be on top but being bottomed. He could control everything and had no pressure on his back. He straddled Greg’s lap and started to lower himself on him. Greg grabbed his wildly twitching cock and held it steady until the head was fully inserted into Nick’s tight, hot channel. Nick halted for just a second to let himself adjust to the wonderful, burning stretch. He slowly lowered himself down. His legs began to shake and he wound up taking the last few inches a little faster than either he or Greg intended but Greg held him tight and rubbed his back and his thighs. He kissed Nick and asked him if he was OK or if it was too much for him.
Nick had laid his head on Greg’s shoulder when he slid down hard and now he licked his neck and told him he needed a minute to adjust but it was wonderful and just what he wanted and needed. He began to move slowly at first but then faster as the heat enveloped both of them. When Greg slid forward just a little and began to thrust up hard when Nick pushed down they both began to moan. When Nick felt Greg’s teeth fasten onto his neck he had a bone shattering orgasm. Greg returned the favor and flooded Nick and that was the first moment they both realized they hadn’t used a condom.
They clung to each other for a long time. Neither man felt like moving and breaking the spell. But nature took over and Greg slipped out of Nick’s warmth. Nick still didn’t move for a second or two then he snorted a little laugh and told Greg they had to move because he was beginning to leak. Greg told him that was okay he was dripping too. Nick finally lifted his head and pressed a gentle kiss on his happy partner. “Yeah but babe, between the both of us we are going to ruin the upholstery AND the rug”.
“Nick, this is not the time for the happy homemaker to make an appearance. Not when you’re sitting on my lap dripping my come all over me”.
Eventually they managed to get to their feet and then to the bedroom. Nick got as far as the bed where he collapsed. Greg made it to the bathroom, did a fast cleanup and then took the cloth in to take care of his happy, satiated lover. Nick didn’t even move when he carefully parted his butt cheeks, checked his anus for damage and then cleaned all the lube and spunk off. He went back to the bath, rewet the cloth and came back in to convince Nick to roll over so he could clean up his stomach and the bedspread. He was really surprised to see that Nick had grabbed a T-shirt from somewhere and managed to get it between him and the spread so all Greg had to do was wash him off, get him straightened out and under the covers and hold him tight while Nick slept. The smile never left Nick’s lips not even when he slipped into deep sleep.