Kink - The end
Title: Kink
chapter: 16 of 16
authors: it_glitters and mangojunkie
Rating: NC-17
spoilers: none, since AU
warnings: sexual content
Summary: When coming home Nick gets surprised, but not in a way he would have liked to. Is it too late for a future together with Greg?
Nick struggled to kill his erection as the cab drove him home. He had wanted to make love to Greg - more than he had ever wanted to make love to anyone, but he couldn’t help feeling that something still wasn’t right. No matter how silly it could have seemed to the rest of the world, Nick felt that the whole thing wasn’t so bad as long as he never topped. Greg being on top - he could still rationalize that.
What he couldn’t deny were his very real feelings he had developed for Greg - the way Greg knew him and seemed to genuinely care for him - but he had a history with Michael. He could have a future with Greg, but he had the past with Michael and a possibility of a future there as well.
The driver stopped at the house that Nick and Michael shared. Nick got out of the car, and told the driver to wait while he got the money from inside. He took the extra money from a wooden box near the door and paid the driver. He went back inside and shut the door.
The plan was to get home early to get a few things ready, to erase any indication that he hadn’t been there for the past two weeks. The answering machine didn’t need to be checked - Michael never called - and any other calls would have been Michael’s friends anyway.
He walked into the kitchen with the intention of making coffee when he heard it - there was some sort of knocking coming from upstairs. He walked toward the source of the noise and found himself standing in front of the door to the master bedroom. The closer he got the more he was able to hear - now there was moaning. He slowly opened the door.
On their bed was Michael with another man - and a woman. Michael was sandwiched between the two of them, holding the woman up by her ankles and fucking her with her hands tied to the headboard with a tie. It was the tie that Nick had given Michael for their last anniversary. Nick could barely even look at the man that was fucking Michael. None of them even noticed that he was there.
Nick didn’t know how long he stood there, staring at the scene in front of him, but suddenly he felt that he was about to throw up. He managed to make it to the bathroom before he vomited. He couldn’t just act as if he hadn’t seen anything, and he certainly wouldn’t play dumb. He needed to talk to Michael, but something told him this wasn’t the first time.
Nick looked at himself in the mirror and noted every line on his face. He wondered if he deserved this punishment - for his betraying Michael with Greg, and then Greg with Michael. He barely even had time to register that Michael had entered the bathroom and was trying to kiss his neck.
“What are you doing?” Nick asked angrily.
“I was going to kiss your neck, the way you like it, you know?”
“You just slept with two people. TWO. In our bed! Do you think I’m that dumb?” Nick yelled.
“Nicky, you know I love you,” Michael shrugged. “That, in there, has nothing to do with us. That is something totally different. I love you and just you. That was just sex.”
“Oh my God, have you ever heard yourself talking? Just sex? How can you love me and do …. that?”
“That has nothing to do with you. There were no emotions involved.”
“That’s why you … why you have them in our bed, fucking you, instead of me? You…. You could have had this all. I was all yours. And you still go for…. someone else, someone you don’t even know?”
“Nicky, calm down.”
“Is the sex with me so boring that you go sleeping around?”
“No, it’s just…something else. A little change.”
“A little change? And the fact that you tied that girl to our bed, with a tie I gave you for our anniversary? How could you?” Nick asked, but instead of waiting for an answer he just left the bathroom and went straight into the bedroom. He went around the room, ignoring the two people in his bed as he shoved things into a duffel bag.
With the bag in his hands he walked randomly through the streets, not sure what to do next. Michael hadn’t even attempted to stop him from leaving. All he wanted to do was run to Greg and throw himself in his arms and just stay there forever. But he knew he couldn’t. He had lost that chance by leaving the way he did.
Nick had enough clothes for the next two days, but after that he would need to either buy some new or go back to the house that once was home to him and get the rest of his belongings. It also meant that we would spent the night at a hotel; some sterile, ugly hotel room with an uncomfortable bed instead of a nice, warm and soft bed with silk sheets and Greg by his side.
And it was then that Nick realized that whatever he said would be different now, he always would add ‘without Greg’. Everything he did would be without Greg.
He went to the only place he thought of as safe anymore, and slaved for six hours at his desk before finding a hotel to be miserable in. Instead, he got the room, but left - and headed for the Strip.
He didn’t know how long he walked through the streets of Vegas, but finally he made up his mind and decided to go to Greg’s club. Maybe he would find him there and get at least a few things settled between the two of them.
He was surprised to find that his name was already on the guest list. And once inside, he found Greg - sitting on the bar, talking to someone Nick couldn’t see - until he turned around - and it was Michael.
Nick’s eyes caught Greg’s before he turned to leave, and he didn’t hear Greg yelling out for him over the blare of the music. Before he reached the door he felt a familiar hand on his shoulder.
Nervously, Nick bit his lower lip, not sure what to say to Greg. But, instead Greg pulled Nick with him toward the bar, toward Michael.
“Why…What …Why did you drag me back here?” he finally asked.
“Because it isn’t as loud back here. You can actually talk,” Greg said.
“Your little boy toy just told me about your…last weeks. Interesting,” Michael sneered.
“First, he is not my boy toy. Second, why do you care anyway? And third, don’t even expect me to feel guilty, not after the shit you pulled today,” Nick said.
“I was surprised to actually hear about you having someone else. How long has this been going on?” Michael asked and Nick couldn’t believe what he’d just heard.
“Are you trying to make me feel guilty? I hope you used fucking protection, you asshole!” Nick screamed, and if the music wasn’t so loud the whole club would probably have heard it.
“You’re like vanilla ice cream. Not everybody’s favorite, but everyone buys it because it goes with everything,” Michael explained as if it was a matter of course. “You’re a person someone could spend the rest of their life with. But not a person you would fuck everyday. I need more than you.”
“Fuck you. You just never tried! You never introduced anything - you never tried to find out what I might want to do. And wasn’t it supposed to be more than sex anyway? When was the last time that you noticed anything about me? You think I’m vanilla because you don’t even know me,” Nick spat and effectively ended both the conversation and their relationship.
Greg was taken aback by Nick’s sudden vigor, but Michael wanted to extinguish the situation.
“So… are you up for that now?” Michael put his hand on Nick’s shoulder. “You’ve said it - we’ve both been bad.”
Nick shrugged the hand off. “You know what the difference between you and me is? We’ve both been ‘naughty’, right, but you didn’t learn anything out of this. I did. And you wanna know what I learned? That you are a complete asshole and I’m an idiot for being so naïve and not realizing earlier. Go fuck yourself. It’s over.”
Michael opened his mouth and was about to say something, but realized that it wouldn’t have made a difference anyway. He turned and vanished into the crowd.
“Anything else you learned?” Greg asked, biting his lower lip.
“Well, sometimes home isn’t where you expect it to be.”
“I’m sorry about what happened between you and Michael. I …”
“No, you’re not,” Nick said with a hint of bitterness. “And you knew it anyway. I mean, you told me about it right after you kidnapped me. So…don’t even try to act all surprised.”
“Yeah, well, okay. I’m not sorry,” Greg admitted, “But you deserve someone better than him.”
“Well, now that I’m free again, you could even kidnap me ‘legally’. Well, not legally, since kidnapping is never legal, but you know…without a boyfriend. If you could… forgive me? For this morning.”
“Slow down, Nicky. You were in a relationship. It was naïve of me to think I would just kidnap you and after two weeks you would be mine and stay with me. And please, let me decide who deserves me,” Greg smiled sweetly, before leaning in for a kiss.
Nick pressed his lips hard against Greg’s, forcing his tongue into Greg’s mouth. Greg slipped eagerly into Nick’s new found dominant role, letting Nick slide his hand up his button down shirt and expose his stomach to anyone who cared to see.
Greg started pushing Nick slightly, indicating that he wanted them to move. Nick got the hint and let Greg push him further, until Greg stopped.
“There are some stairs and I don’t want you to fall, ” Greg whispered into Nick’s ear as he slowly turned him.
Nick grabbed Greg’s hand and pulled him up the staircase. Halfway up Greg’s lips were on his neck, sucking - and Nick was sure it would leave a mark. A few more stairs and they were in Greg’s office.
Nick pressed his lips against Greg’s again, pushing him against the door and slamming it shut at the same time. Greg could feel Nick’s hard on through his jeans and hoped it would be just a matter of moments until he would feel it deep inside him.
Nick tore off Greg’s shirt and undid his pants while kissing all over Greg’s torso. A quick scan of the room gave him what he wanted - Greg’s heavy, lacquered desk. He pushed Greg over to it and lifted him up. Nick kissed him once before pushing Greg all the way down on his back.
Nick pulled his own shirt over his head and shoved his pants to his ankles, exposing his solid cock. Greg fumbled in the desk drawer and handed Nick a condom. Nick slid the condom onto his throbbing length and then pulled Greg’s ankles into the air and spread him open. He hoped that it was going to be enough, because he didn’t have the patience to wait any longer.
Nick placed his cock at Greg’s entrance and with one hard thrust he was inside. Nick gripped Greg’s knees harder as he started to fuck Greg with earnest - as if it was the only way to get his frustrations out. It wasn’t how either of them had planned it, but it was what needed to happen.
Greg bit his lip in pain, but it was good - the way Nick was in him - it just bonded them further to share in each other’s pain. It was more intimate than anything either of them had ever experienced together.
Greg threw his head back and cried out. It was then that Nick finally realized what he was doing. He should have been making love to Greg, not using Greg as a way to get back at Michael. He pulled out and dropped to his knees to take Greg’s cock gently in his mouth.
Nick increased his sucking and licking, making Greg moan each and every time his tongue would touch the underside of his manhood. Greg let out one last moan before he grunted and came, letting Nick suck his cum greedily.
Nick stood up, stepped out of his pants and he shoved everything on the desk onto the floor. He crawled up onto it, pulling Greg with him, until they were both lying on it. It wasn’t as comfortable as a bed, but it would do.
Nick dispensed of the condom that he was using earlier and found another one in Greg’s drawer. Greg took the new one from him, and put it on Nick himself. Nick leaned down and sought a kiss. He moved down and lavished each of Greg’s nipples with tender strokes until they were swollen and hard. He kissed further down and dipped his tongue into Greg’s navel. He moved back up again, licking Greg’s heated skin and tasting the sweat on Greg. And there was nothing Nick didn’t love about that man. Even his sweat tasted delicious.
Sealing Greg’s with his lips again, he let his hands wander all over Greg’s willing body. Spreading the legs slowly and covering Greg now completely with himself he slowly entered him. Not as rushed and frantic, or rough and hard, like just a few moments ago. No, this was different. This wasn’t anywhere close to fucking. This was love making and Nick loved it - he didn’t want to do anything else anymore than make love to Greg.
He lifted his hips slowly to give Greg time to find a position he would be comfortable in and when he sunk down on him again, Greg’s penis rested between their stomachs.
And with each and every movement the friction of skin rubbed against Greg’s cock, bringing him back to full hardness in just seconds.
Nick pulled nearly out of Greg to sink back into him, and each and very time he did so, Greg thought he got slower. This was beyond sexual, this was sensual, and Nick was driving Greg insane by setting a pace almost impossible to bear.
Nick’s lips started nibbling at Greg’s neck, his hand entwining with his while he was slowly thrusting in and out of Greg; their bodies moved now in an union of passion and love for each other - united in body, mind and soul.
If they could, they would have stayed like this forever, but eventually Nick either lost his patience or his control and started thrusting faster. Greg came seconds after Nick did, their names uttered as a whisper and barely audible to the other.
Nick rested on Greg for a few moments, gathering the strength to be able to roll over and lie beside him. The condom was thrown into the trash can next to the desk and they lay on their backs, spent but enjoying the feeling of truly being together. The space between them had changed, and they didn’t say a word for what seemed hours as they explored each other’s bodies, as if marking territory, until Greg started to move again, getting up slowly and getting out of Nick’s strong embrace.
At Nick’s questioning expression Greg leaned towards Nick, giving him a soft kiss.
“Let’s go home,” Greg said softly, and Nick now knew exactly where that was.
chapter: 16 of 16
authors: it_glitters and mangojunkie
Rating: NC-17
spoilers: none, since AU
warnings: sexual content
Summary: When coming home Nick gets surprised, but not in a way he would have liked to. Is it too late for a future together with Greg?
Nick struggled to kill his erection as the cab drove him home. He had wanted to make love to Greg - more than he had ever wanted to make love to anyone, but he couldn’t help feeling that something still wasn’t right. No matter how silly it could have seemed to the rest of the world, Nick felt that the whole thing wasn’t so bad as long as he never topped. Greg being on top - he could still rationalize that.
What he couldn’t deny were his very real feelings he had developed for Greg - the way Greg knew him and seemed to genuinely care for him - but he had a history with Michael. He could have a future with Greg, but he had the past with Michael and a possibility of a future there as well.
The driver stopped at the house that Nick and Michael shared. Nick got out of the car, and told the driver to wait while he got the money from inside. He took the extra money from a wooden box near the door and paid the driver. He went back inside and shut the door.
The plan was to get home early to get a few things ready, to erase any indication that he hadn’t been there for the past two weeks. The answering machine didn’t need to be checked - Michael never called - and any other calls would have been Michael’s friends anyway.
He walked into the kitchen with the intention of making coffee when he heard it - there was some sort of knocking coming from upstairs. He walked toward the source of the noise and found himself standing in front of the door to the master bedroom. The closer he got the more he was able to hear - now there was moaning. He slowly opened the door.
On their bed was Michael with another man - and a woman. Michael was sandwiched between the two of them, holding the woman up by her ankles and fucking her with her hands tied to the headboard with a tie. It was the tie that Nick had given Michael for their last anniversary. Nick could barely even look at the man that was fucking Michael. None of them even noticed that he was there.
Nick didn’t know how long he stood there, staring at the scene in front of him, but suddenly he felt that he was about to throw up. He managed to make it to the bathroom before he vomited. He couldn’t just act as if he hadn’t seen anything, and he certainly wouldn’t play dumb. He needed to talk to Michael, but something told him this wasn’t the first time.
Nick looked at himself in the mirror and noted every line on his face. He wondered if he deserved this punishment - for his betraying Michael with Greg, and then Greg with Michael. He barely even had time to register that Michael had entered the bathroom and was trying to kiss his neck.
“What are you doing?” Nick asked angrily.
“I was going to kiss your neck, the way you like it, you know?”
“You just slept with two people. TWO. In our bed! Do you think I’m that dumb?” Nick yelled.
“Nicky, you know I love you,” Michael shrugged. “That, in there, has nothing to do with us. That is something totally different. I love you and just you. That was just sex.”
“Oh my God, have you ever heard yourself talking? Just sex? How can you love me and do …. that?”
“That has nothing to do with you. There were no emotions involved.”
“That’s why you … why you have them in our bed, fucking you, instead of me? You…. You could have had this all. I was all yours. And you still go for…. someone else, someone you don’t even know?”
“Nicky, calm down.”
“Is the sex with me so boring that you go sleeping around?”
“No, it’s just…something else. A little change.”
“A little change? And the fact that you tied that girl to our bed, with a tie I gave you for our anniversary? How could you?” Nick asked, but instead of waiting for an answer he just left the bathroom and went straight into the bedroom. He went around the room, ignoring the two people in his bed as he shoved things into a duffel bag.
With the bag in his hands he walked randomly through the streets, not sure what to do next. Michael hadn’t even attempted to stop him from leaving. All he wanted to do was run to Greg and throw himself in his arms and just stay there forever. But he knew he couldn’t. He had lost that chance by leaving the way he did.
Nick had enough clothes for the next two days, but after that he would need to either buy some new or go back to the house that once was home to him and get the rest of his belongings. It also meant that we would spent the night at a hotel; some sterile, ugly hotel room with an uncomfortable bed instead of a nice, warm and soft bed with silk sheets and Greg by his side.
And it was then that Nick realized that whatever he said would be different now, he always would add ‘without Greg’. Everything he did would be without Greg.
He went to the only place he thought of as safe anymore, and slaved for six hours at his desk before finding a hotel to be miserable in. Instead, he got the room, but left - and headed for the Strip.
He didn’t know how long he walked through the streets of Vegas, but finally he made up his mind and decided to go to Greg’s club. Maybe he would find him there and get at least a few things settled between the two of them.
He was surprised to find that his name was already on the guest list. And once inside, he found Greg - sitting on the bar, talking to someone Nick couldn’t see - until he turned around - and it was Michael.
Nick’s eyes caught Greg’s before he turned to leave, and he didn’t hear Greg yelling out for him over the blare of the music. Before he reached the door he felt a familiar hand on his shoulder.
Nervously, Nick bit his lower lip, not sure what to say to Greg. But, instead Greg pulled Nick with him toward the bar, toward Michael.
“Why…What …Why did you drag me back here?” he finally asked.
“Because it isn’t as loud back here. You can actually talk,” Greg said.
“Your little boy toy just told me about your…last weeks. Interesting,” Michael sneered.
“First, he is not my boy toy. Second, why do you care anyway? And third, don’t even expect me to feel guilty, not after the shit you pulled today,” Nick said.
“I was surprised to actually hear about you having someone else. How long has this been going on?” Michael asked and Nick couldn’t believe what he’d just heard.
“Are you trying to make me feel guilty? I hope you used fucking protection, you asshole!” Nick screamed, and if the music wasn’t so loud the whole club would probably have heard it.
“You’re like vanilla ice cream. Not everybody’s favorite, but everyone buys it because it goes with everything,” Michael explained as if it was a matter of course. “You’re a person someone could spend the rest of their life with. But not a person you would fuck everyday. I need more than you.”
“Fuck you. You just never tried! You never introduced anything - you never tried to find out what I might want to do. And wasn’t it supposed to be more than sex anyway? When was the last time that you noticed anything about me? You think I’m vanilla because you don’t even know me,” Nick spat and effectively ended both the conversation and their relationship.
Greg was taken aback by Nick’s sudden vigor, but Michael wanted to extinguish the situation.
“So… are you up for that now?” Michael put his hand on Nick’s shoulder. “You’ve said it - we’ve both been bad.”
Nick shrugged the hand off. “You know what the difference between you and me is? We’ve both been ‘naughty’, right, but you didn’t learn anything out of this. I did. And you wanna know what I learned? That you are a complete asshole and I’m an idiot for being so naïve and not realizing earlier. Go fuck yourself. It’s over.”
Michael opened his mouth and was about to say something, but realized that it wouldn’t have made a difference anyway. He turned and vanished into the crowd.
“Anything else you learned?” Greg asked, biting his lower lip.
“Well, sometimes home isn’t where you expect it to be.”
“I’m sorry about what happened between you and Michael. I …”
“No, you’re not,” Nick said with a hint of bitterness. “And you knew it anyway. I mean, you told me about it right after you kidnapped me. So…don’t even try to act all surprised.”
“Yeah, well, okay. I’m not sorry,” Greg admitted, “But you deserve someone better than him.”
“Well, now that I’m free again, you could even kidnap me ‘legally’. Well, not legally, since kidnapping is never legal, but you know…without a boyfriend. If you could… forgive me? For this morning.”
“Slow down, Nicky. You were in a relationship. It was naïve of me to think I would just kidnap you and after two weeks you would be mine and stay with me. And please, let me decide who deserves me,” Greg smiled sweetly, before leaning in for a kiss.
Nick pressed his lips hard against Greg’s, forcing his tongue into Greg’s mouth. Greg slipped eagerly into Nick’s new found dominant role, letting Nick slide his hand up his button down shirt and expose his stomach to anyone who cared to see.
Greg started pushing Nick slightly, indicating that he wanted them to move. Nick got the hint and let Greg push him further, until Greg stopped.
“There are some stairs and I don’t want you to fall, ” Greg whispered into Nick’s ear as he slowly turned him.
Nick grabbed Greg’s hand and pulled him up the staircase. Halfway up Greg’s lips were on his neck, sucking - and Nick was sure it would leave a mark. A few more stairs and they were in Greg’s office.
Nick pressed his lips against Greg’s again, pushing him against the door and slamming it shut at the same time. Greg could feel Nick’s hard on through his jeans and hoped it would be just a matter of moments until he would feel it deep inside him.
Nick tore off Greg’s shirt and undid his pants while kissing all over Greg’s torso. A quick scan of the room gave him what he wanted - Greg’s heavy, lacquered desk. He pushed Greg over to it and lifted him up. Nick kissed him once before pushing Greg all the way down on his back.
Nick pulled his own shirt over his head and shoved his pants to his ankles, exposing his solid cock. Greg fumbled in the desk drawer and handed Nick a condom. Nick slid the condom onto his throbbing length and then pulled Greg’s ankles into the air and spread him open. He hoped that it was going to be enough, because he didn’t have the patience to wait any longer.
Nick placed his cock at Greg’s entrance and with one hard thrust he was inside. Nick gripped Greg’s knees harder as he started to fuck Greg with earnest - as if it was the only way to get his frustrations out. It wasn’t how either of them had planned it, but it was what needed to happen.
Greg bit his lip in pain, but it was good - the way Nick was in him - it just bonded them further to share in each other’s pain. It was more intimate than anything either of them had ever experienced together.
Greg threw his head back and cried out. It was then that Nick finally realized what he was doing. He should have been making love to Greg, not using Greg as a way to get back at Michael. He pulled out and dropped to his knees to take Greg’s cock gently in his mouth.
Nick increased his sucking and licking, making Greg moan each and every time his tongue would touch the underside of his manhood. Greg let out one last moan before he grunted and came, letting Nick suck his cum greedily.
Nick stood up, stepped out of his pants and he shoved everything on the desk onto the floor. He crawled up onto it, pulling Greg with him, until they were both lying on it. It wasn’t as comfortable as a bed, but it would do.
Nick dispensed of the condom that he was using earlier and found another one in Greg’s drawer. Greg took the new one from him, and put it on Nick himself. Nick leaned down and sought a kiss. He moved down and lavished each of Greg’s nipples with tender strokes until they were swollen and hard. He kissed further down and dipped his tongue into Greg’s navel. He moved back up again, licking Greg’s heated skin and tasting the sweat on Greg. And there was nothing Nick didn’t love about that man. Even his sweat tasted delicious.
Sealing Greg’s with his lips again, he let his hands wander all over Greg’s willing body. Spreading the legs slowly and covering Greg now completely with himself he slowly entered him. Not as rushed and frantic, or rough and hard, like just a few moments ago. No, this was different. This wasn’t anywhere close to fucking. This was love making and Nick loved it - he didn’t want to do anything else anymore than make love to Greg.
He lifted his hips slowly to give Greg time to find a position he would be comfortable in and when he sunk down on him again, Greg’s penis rested between their stomachs.
And with each and every movement the friction of skin rubbed against Greg’s cock, bringing him back to full hardness in just seconds.
Nick pulled nearly out of Greg to sink back into him, and each and very time he did so, Greg thought he got slower. This was beyond sexual, this was sensual, and Nick was driving Greg insane by setting a pace almost impossible to bear.
Nick’s lips started nibbling at Greg’s neck, his hand entwining with his while he was slowly thrusting in and out of Greg; their bodies moved now in an union of passion and love for each other - united in body, mind and soul.
If they could, they would have stayed like this forever, but eventually Nick either lost his patience or his control and started thrusting faster. Greg came seconds after Nick did, their names uttered as a whisper and barely audible to the other.
Nick rested on Greg for a few moments, gathering the strength to be able to roll over and lie beside him. The condom was thrown into the trash can next to the desk and they lay on their backs, spent but enjoying the feeling of truly being together. The space between them had changed, and they didn’t say a word for what seemed hours as they explored each other’s bodies, as if marking territory, until Greg started to move again, getting up slowly and getting out of Nick’s strong embrace.
At Nick’s questioning expression Greg leaned towards Nick, giving him a soft kiss.
“Let’s go home,” Greg said softly, and Nick now knew exactly where that was.