Ch9- WetBoyz
Title: The Masquerade Series X2 - #9 "WetBoys"
Authors: catlover2x and fred_bear aka jennybel75
Chapter: 9 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: Wetness, nakedness and a challenge.
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 having still much fun with this, we love each other and have pledged never to date a man born on 9/11 again!
X-posted at csi_slash and nerdswithbadges
Part A: Nicky
Nick sucked in a breath and held it, not even realizing what he was doing. Fuck. Had he ever seen this pool boy before? He racked his brain but he was pretty sure his regular pool boy had a paunch, long curly blonde hair and wore zinc oxide on his nose. He was sure he’d have noticed if this one had ever shown up before; whatever, he was noticing now.
He slid the glass door open. “Hey.”
“Oh, hi.” The young man looked up and smiled briefly as he swept the strainer through the water.
Nick stood and watched. Tall, as tall as he was, slender, spiked brown hair streaked blonde from the sun, smooth skin like whipped honey, moles on the right side of his face and the most seductive bedroom eyes he’d ever seen on a guy. The loose Hawaiian floral shirt and baggy shorts that reached to the knee hid his body completely, but his calves were muscular.
The pool boy concentrated on his work, silently mouthing some words and bopping his head. Nick licked his lips, wetting them. He wanted to get the boy’s attention but how? He shut the slider behind him and strolled around the pool, the concrete hot under his bare feet. He sat at the edge of the pool and stuck his feet in, dabbling them in the water, watching the water droplets fly as he splashed.
The pool boy continued to work his way methodically around the pool. As he walked closer, sudden inspiration hit. Nick never believed in buying a pig in a poke, he wanted to see what he was getting beforehand. And heck, he was an actor, wasn’t he? As the pool boy took a step to avoid him, Nick leaned to his left as if to stretch his back. His hand brushed against the boy’s leg and Nick recoiled with an exclamation, tipping the kid into the pool.
He was drenched by the splash. The kid came up laughing, and swam to the edge of the pool.
Nick bent to give him a hand and heaved him, dripping, onto the deck. “I am so sorry-” he started.
“Save it. I can’t tell you how often I get pushed into the pool,” the boy grinned at him wickedly.
“I didn’t push you, it was an accident,” Nick protested, distracted as he took in what he could of the slender body revealed by the clinging garments.
“Sure, that’s what they all say,” the boy said, walking right up to him. Nick backed away, giving ground to the boy until he felt the wall of the pool house against his back.
The boy smiled and leaned closer, putting both hands on the wall on either side of Nick’s head. Slowly, he lowered himself till his chest was against Nick’s, the wetness of his clothing soaking through Nick’s t-shirt.
Nick gasped as the boy let his body come into full contact, shivering as the chill of recently wet flesh met his warmth.
“So, you want me to fuck you?” the boy asked.
“No! I don’t bottom,” Nick stated indignantly. “I want to fuck you!”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” the boy shook his head ruefully. “I top, I don’t bottom for anyone.”
Nick didn’t want to lose contact with the wet, lithe body so he circled the slim young man with his arms. “What can I do to convince you?” he asked licking a line down the boy’s neck, grinning inwardly at the tremor he felt shiver through the younger man.
“Can you make me come with just your dick up my ass, no reach around?” The boy leaned closer, and brushed his lips over Nick’s.
Nick pulled him closer for a kiss, licking and sucking his lower lip, but the boy refused to open his mouth, so Nick opened his. As he expected, the kid pounced, his tongue sliding in, but instead of thrusting his tongue down the older man’s throat, he kissed gently, succulently, tasting Nick as if he were the finest wine he’d ever tried. The kiss was soft and sensuous and Nick couldn’t get enough. There was a hint of chlorine on the boy’s lips, mixed with the taste of coffee.
They stood kissing each other, lost to all other sensation, unaware that their hips were flexing gently. Finally the boy pulled away. “Well?”
“Well what?” Nick murmured into the younger man’s ear.
“If you can make me come with just your dick up my ass, I’ll let you fuck me. Otherwise I get to fuck you.”
Nick opened his eyes to see if this kid was serious. He didn’t look serious. His hair was still dripping, he was damp and wearing a very evil grin, but he looked so young.
“Are you saying you can make me come with just your dick in my ass?” Nick asked disbelievingly.
“Oh yeah, baby,” the kid said and grabbed Nick’s ass with both hands, yanking him closer so their cocks slid over each other with the gyration of his hips. “If you can do it too, I might consider it. Otherwise I’m fucking you.”
“I don’t believe you, I’ve never heard of that,” Nick said.
“You just haven’t found the right top yet,” the boy said and blew in Nick’s ear.
“What’s your name?” Nick asked abruptly.
“Greg, what’s yours?”
“Nick.”
Greg attacked Nick’s throat, latching on and sucking strongly. Nick slid away from his lips, he couldn’t afford a mark that would have to be covered with makeup.
“So what’ll it be, big boy, are you gonna make me come or are you gonna let me make you come?” Greg asked, reaching down to cup the bulge in Nick’s shorts. Nick groaned and thrust up against the warm hand while the young man chuckled.
“You’re hot for me,” the boy commented.
“Yeah, you’re hot all right, but I don’t bottom, I told you.”
“Okay then.” Greg pushed himself away from Nick and walked back to the pool, picking up his kit.
“Hey! Where’re you going?” Nick yelled after him.
“Neither of us bottom, no point in my sticking around unless I get to stick it in, is there?” Greg asked, still wearing that wicked smile.
Nick struggled with himself. It’s not as if he’d never bottomed, it just didn’t fit with his image of himself. He was a big, strong guy, he lifted weights; dammit, he used to work at a gym until he got this recurring role. He could wrestle this wispy kid to the ground and control him with one hand. Granted, he looked to be in shape, but Nick had him in weight and muscle. On the other hand, the kid was really hot and Nick was horny and he’d never heard of anyone who could make you come with just their dick.
He made his decision. “Wait, I’ll… I’ll let you…”
“You’ll let me fuck you?” Greg turned, his smile amping up a notch. “You can’t even say it, can you?” He laughed and dropped his toolkit, approaching Nick who was still standing backed up against the pool house.
Greg walked straight up to Nick, putting his arms around him and kissing softly all around Nick’s mouth. This time Nick opened his lips right away, yielding to Greg, welcoming his tongue inside, surrendering to the exploration of his mouth, enjoying the feel of their tongues sliding hotly over each other. Damn! Greg was a great kisser and he seemed to know exactly how Nick liked it, not too hard, just the right amount of pressure with firm lips, no drooling; just tasting and nibbling as if he had all day long and nothing else he’d rather be doing.
Nick felt around blindly to find the door handle and, turning it, pulled Greg with him as they practically fell inside the pool house. Clasped tightly together, they stumbled against the wall and crashed into furniture, kissing all the way as Nick eventually steered them to a chaise longue.
He pulled Greg down onto the narrow chaise and the boy permitted Nick to push him onto his back. Nick groaned as he landed on the supine body, shivering at the contact with damp shirt and shorts. Greg thrust up hard under Nick and the older man wished desperately that he would get the chance to do to this luscious piece of ass what the boy was planning on doing to him.
Greg continued his slow seduction, his hands cupping Nick’s head. So far all he’d done was kiss and Nick was already hard as granite and aching for it. Greg broke the kiss and pulled Nick’s t-shirt over his head. His eyes were bright when he saw the perfect physique, strong sinews causing the silky golden skin to ripple with strength. Quickly he flipped Nick onto his back, kissing his way over his neck, one hand sliding over the perfectly toned pectorals.
Greg raised himself, kneeling over Nick, his concentration absolute as he gently worshipped the hot skin and swelling muscles of the older man. He licked and sucked and nibbled his way to one nipple, taking it gently between his teeth, grazing it ever so slightly before he increased the pressure of his teeth. When the pleasure tipped over into pain, Nick yelped and the boy released him, soothing the pain with his tongue. He sucked the nipple into his mouth, increasing the suction and flicking his tongue until Nick was moaning and thrashing beneath him.
The boy kissed his way to the other nipple, lavishing the same consummate attention on it, his hand gently teasing the other. “Fuck, you’ve got such a hot body. I want to fuck you so bad,” Greg whispered. It was the first time Nick had heard him less than controlled, urgent need breaking his voice.
Greg licked his way down the tight abs. “I’ve never seen anyone with such a great six-pack before,” he mumbled, tongue never ceasing its attentions. He licked over every contour, pausing to suck any spot that made Nick quiver with anticipation.
Nick had never had such attention lavished on him before and he felt worshipped. Worshipped and lucky to be the focus of such intense attention. He’d never been one for a lot of foreplay, but he was beginning to see the value; his cock was straining to attention and the kid hadn’t even gotten him naked yet.
Greg stood up suddenly, pulling off his shirt and kicking his shorts aside. Nick caught his breath at the sight; slender, but unmistakably masculine, just the way he liked them. His hands tingled; he wanted nothing so much as to pull the kid closer and get his mouth on that beautiful cock, then throw him on the chaise and drill him through the cushions. Hard and fast.
Greg smirked, seemingly able to read Nick’s mind and he shook his finger. “No, no, you agreed, I’m gonna fuck you today.”
Nick liked the sound of that “today”; hoping it meant that he could get another shot at that tight little ass?
“So let’s get the show on the road, then, kid,” Nick said condescendingly, hoping to provoke the younger man into some action.
“Not so fast, tiger,” Greg murmured. He undid Nick’s shorts and pulled them down as Nick lifted his hips. Greg bent to continue exploring Nick’s body with his mouth, licking down the sensitive line where hip and torso joined, pausing before he sucked. “Okay if I leave a mark here?”
“Yeah, just not my neck,” gasped Nick, flexing his hips, seeking heat and friction.
“Right, gotcha,” the young man said and resumed marking the older man. Nick shifted restlessly; not only was he desperate to come but he had the uncomfortable feeling of being claimed. He avoided relationships and was usually the one doing the marking.
Greg’s hands ran soothingly down Nick’s legs, massaging the bulging thigh muscles, caressing the swell of the calves. Nick shivered as hands stroked upward, pulling his knees up so his ass was exposed. This was the beginning of the discomfort for him, to lie there, aroused and unable to control, to conquer.
Gentle hands cupped his ass, rubbing in circles on each cheek, caressing him as if he was the most desirable man ever. He whimpered and raised his hips off the chaise so the hands could envelope him fully. Fingers dug in, rubbing, soothing, and then he felt it, the first faint brush of a finger over his most private entrance. Lost in his own spiral of arousal, he opened his eyes dizzily as he heard the boy’s voice.
“Supplies?” Greg asked again. His smile was gone, his lips parted as he breathed faster, his eyes darkened with lust.
Nick waved his arm at the bar and Greg hurried over, opening drawers till he found condoms and lube.
“Let me touch you,” Nick begged.
Greg shook his head. “No, I’m doing all the work, just lay back and enjoy, big boy.” His eyes swept down over Nick’s untouched erection, thick and long with pre-cum dripping from the head. He licked his lips, clearly dying to take the hard length into his mouth and taste, but he’d promised he could make Nick come without touching his cock and he would make good on that.
He hurriedly ripped open the packet and slicked the condom onto his own aching member. Nick arched up as he felt trembling fingers circle his opening. “Easy boy, just let me…” Greg trailed off.
He took his time, circling the entrance gently to raise Nick to the heights. The older man tossed his head from side to side, thrashing with his frustration, arching up to try to force Greg’s finger inside, but the boy just rode his body lightly. Finally, finally, he breached the entrance, slowly, gently, sinking his finger into the tight heat just to the first knuckle, chuckling as Nick arched again.
“Fuck, just… do it… now… so hot… fuck me… damn!” Nick begged incoherently.
“Patience, lover,” Greg crooned. “It’ll be so good when I fuck you, so good, but you have to wait-”
“No! Fuck me now!” Nick grabbed Greg’s upper arms bruisingly hard, but the young man just laughed.
“So eager for me, aren’t you?” he asked softly, looking into Nick’s feverish eyes. “You’re so tight, fuck, so hot…”
He pushed his finger further inside, noting the frantic motion of Nick’s hips as he tried to impale himself. Greg maintained his control, gently stroking the inner walls until Nick had quieted somewhat, then he curled his finger, searching for the sensitive bundle of nerves. At the first soft brush across the spot, Nick’s hips flew up and he exclaimed, “Holy fuck, God, fuck me!”
Greg chuckled, pleased with the reaction. “You forgot how good it feels, didn’t you?” He continued to stroke and tease the sensitive spot.
Nick felt pure pleasure course through his body, lifting him from the chaise until he was floating on air, whimpering moans wrenched from his throat as he strained to get more. “Oh, God… please… I can’t… you have to… fuck… so hot…” Nick burbled inarticulately, lost in passion.
Greg pulled his finger out lingeringly and Nick protested, thrashing weakly until he felt two fingers reinserted. The boy’s liquid eyes glinted as he watched Nick greedily take all the pleasure he was offered, smiling at the change in his demeanor.
“Now… you gotta… fuck me, please…”
“I didn’t quite catch that,” Greg said breathlessly, still teasing but beginning to suffer himself.
“Please! Please… you gotta… fuck me… now! Let me… come…”
Greg took pity on his writhing victim and withdrew his fingers. He added lube to his cock, stroking himself as he knelt over the older man.
Nick whimpered, looking up at his tormenter, unsure of what to do with his hands. Would Greg pull away if he grabbed and forced him down…?
“And now,” Greg crooned, “You’re gonna take every inch.”
As Greg lifted his legs onto his shoulders, Nick’s sense of being at the mercy of the boy was heightened; he couldn’t get any leverage to thrust up and hung there helplessly. He gasped as he felt the head of Greg’s cock push slowly inside, feeling the burn and stretch, waiting for it to melt into bliss as that cock… oh, yeah!
“Just another couple inches, then you’ll have it all. Can you take it?”
Nick didn’t bother to answer, he just groaned in pleasure when Greg dragged his cock slowly over his prostate. He was transported to a world of sensation as Greg started thrusting in short, shallow bursts, cruelly delaying his movements, grinning down into Nick’s unseeing eyes as the older man whimpered and moaned, thrashing under him.
Greg moved slowly, building the pleasure for the older man, awed and amused by the look of complete rapture on his face. With total concentration, he focused completely on bringing pleasure to Nick, ignoring his own need building the pressure in his groin. He rocked his hips slowly, prepared to do whatever it took to bring the other man to completion.
Nick floated in a blissful haze, little tingles like electricity uncoiling outward along his nerve endings to curl his toes and fingers with delight. He arched up under Greg, luxuriating in the euphoric ecstasy of being fucked by a very accomplished top. This fucking bore no resemblance to any he’d received before. The passionate concentration of the boy left him nothing to do but enjoy the ravaging sensations crashing over him like an ocean wave.
Greg’s thrusts became more insistent, hitting Nick’s prostate with every stroke, increasing the pace slightly. Nick’s cock jerked with every drive but lay untouched on his stomach, the boy taking care not to rub against it as he moved. He braced himself, muscles straining over Nick, his attention totally focused on the other man’s pleasure.
Nick moaned loudly. He was teetering on the brink of his orgasm, anticipation of it like the sharp edge of a knife, glowing as it caught the light. He reached for it but couldn’t quite touch it. He whimpered and thrust upward to meet Greg. He wondered how he ever made do with fingers, they weren’t big enough. There was nothing like the real thing, having a big, hard cock applied with enthusiasm to the right spot.
“Oh, fuck… oh, man… so good… querido… love me… fuck me…”
He was a puddle, just liquid, panting to have his ass pounded harder and deeper. He tried to tell Greg, but couldn’t make sense. He hoped Greg would understand whatever came out of his mouth but he wouldn’t bet on it, he wasn’t even sure he was speaking English.
He was melting, his spine turned to liquid gold, brilliantly glowing from the intense heat of his arousal, the light blinding his eyes as sparks went off behind them. He wasn’t sure he’d be able move again. If Greg wanted to pour him into a mold, he’d just flow like a river of molten lava.
As Greg started moving faster, stabbing his prostate now, Nick felt bathed in the incandescence of his radiant trance, intoxicated as the bubble inside burst, his hips jerking hard as his untouched cock released, his cum bursting from him in a rain of pearly drops, bedewing his chest. He came with a tiny whimper, his exaltation too intense to find relief through voice.
Greg whimpered with relief himself, feeling Nick’s tight channel clench around him like a vise and he hammered the older man’s ass ruthlessly, intent on his own release. He shouted Nick’s name as he came, the intensity of holding off his own orgasm draining him as he shot deep inside the older man.
He collapsed on top of Nick, and felt himself drift to sleep, lulled by the dull thud of the other man’s heart. He came awake with a jerk as he felt himself sliding off his lover. He got up and took care of the condom. With a low laugh, he noticed that Nick was now deeply asleep in the aftermath of the challenge. Must have worn him out. With a shaky sigh, he found a pad and pencil. He wrote his name, Greg, and his number and left it in Nick’s hand. Then he dressed and left, hoping he’d hear from the older man again.
When Nick woke up the sun was setting, sending golden rays into the pool house. He smiled and stretched, a feeling of deep wellbeing spread throughout his body, despite the soreness in a certain area. His hand closed on the scrap of paper as he stretched and he smiled when he saw the number. He stowed it the pocket of his shorts and pulled them on. Feeling sticky and a little hot, he eased into the pool, doing laps. He pulled himself out and went into the house, dropping his shorts on the bathroom floor as he stepped into the shower.
He might have to change his mind about the whole bottom thing. He’d never come before just from a dick up his ass and he had to admire the kid’s control; he was really great. Maybe he was right and Nick had never found the right top before. But he had now, and he swore he was going to have that cock filling him again.
Suddenly he remembered the number. He flung open the shower door and dove for his shorts. Fuck! Shit! Balls! He fucking went in the pool and the number was illegible. Right, he could call the pool cleaning company and get it from them. He went to bed that night feeling all right.
But the next day he was cursing himself for his carelessness. The pool company said they didn’t have a Greg, that employees came and went and so sorry they couldn’t be of more help. How could he find a nameless pool boy in a city of this size?
Nick could have kicked himself. He’d run from commitment all his life and this had to be his comeuppance; he finally found someone he wanted to get to know better and he couldn’t find him. He wondered if this was the result of some subconscious desire not to let anyone get too close.
He was dragging as he went to work the next day. Warrick spotted it immediately, fuck, the man could have been a real life CSI, not just playing one on TV. But he had the tact not to pry, so he simply noted Nick’s depression and started talking shop.
“Hey, check it out, dude. There’s a new guy they hired to play a lab rat, wonder what he’s like?”
“Guess we’ll know soon enough, ’Ric,” Nick said limply.
“You got the first scene with him, so fill me in.”
“Will do.”
Nick rounded the corner of the lab, hearing loud music. He batted at the CD player, turning off the sound and the lab rat turned to face him. It was Greg. Both men stood stock still for a moment, staring at each other, mouths hanging open.
“Cut. You guys forget your lines or something?” the director asked sarcastically.
“Uh, sorry, I’m ready now,” Nick mumbled, unable to drag his eyes off Greg’s face, watching the dawning smile fade into a hurt look.
He came around the corner again and this time remembered to speak. He drifted closer to the younger man, unconsciously putting a hand on his shoulder, leaning closer to feel the heat coming off his body.
“Cut! That was great, let’s run it again,” the director cried.
Nick groaned as they ran the scene for close-ups and reactions, Greg never quite meeting his eyes. As soon as the director called a break, Greg took off down the hall, lab coat flapping behind him. Nick hurried after him, and caught up with him on the other side of the swinging door, grabbing him by the arm and pushing him back against the wall.
Greg just looked at him in silence, his drooping mouth communicating his sadness.
“Greg, I have to tell you, I wanted to call you, but-”
“Then why didn’t you,” Greg asked in a small voice.
“Fuck! I was so stupid; I put your number in my pocket and then went in the pool. When I realized, I called the pool company but they said they never heard of you,” Nick explained earnestly.
Suspiciously, Greg searched Nick’s face and whipped out his cell, dialing the pool company. He snapped it shut. “Yeah, I guess you did call,” he admitted grudgingly.
“Please, give me your number. I’d like to see you again,” Nick pleaded.
Slowly a little smirk crept over Greg’s face, “So you liked it then?”
“I… fuck… I… loved it,” Nick waved his hands around incoherently. “But it’s not just that, I want to see you, go out to dinner, you know, get to know you better.”
Greg looked cautiously happy, “Okay, I guess. My last name is Sanders, I’m in the book.”
“How about tonight? When we get done here?” Nick pressed anxiously.
“Well, I’m done for today. It’s not much of a part,” Greg said modestly.
“Stick around and watch. I don’t want to let you get away,” Nick dropped his voice seductively.
“Maybe I could bend you over the counter later,” Greg murmured throatily.
Nick gulped, unable to say a word.
~*~
“Like they’d ever make a show about CSIs,” Greg laughed.
“Well if they did, I’d kinda like to be on that show,” Nick said.
“What, you wanted to be an actor?”
“No. I like being a scientist, but I did kinda get into the drama club in school,” Nick said wistfully.
“And I’d be hired as comic relief. I really can’t see a TV show where they watch me run machines and analyse data, it’s not real exciting, like a car chase or something.”
Suddenly Nick remembered something, “Hey! Who keeps throwing you into pools?”
“Only you, Nicky, but you have to admit, you like to see me wet. We just have to get near a pool and you’re always tripping me or throwing me in,” Greg smirked even more, thinking of the various wettings he’d gotten and the variety of fuckings afterward.
“Okay, as long as it’s me,” Nick grumbled.
“Pretty jealous for a guy who never used to call,” Greg taunted.
“You’re never gonna let that go, are you?” Nick asked grumpily. “I’m trying to make it up to you, I love you.”
“I know,” Greg whispered, relenting as always. “Maybe next time you can make me come with just your dick up my ass.”
“No reach around,” Nick agreed and nuzzled his neck.
Part Deux: Greg
Greg really hated going to the gym. No matter what he did he was going to be a skinny dork for the rest of his life. But he had to admit, his arms looked more toned, he even had a nice little tricep dimple going. But it was booooring. Not like surfing or running where you were actually doing something. However, he wanted to be strong and fit, so he did it.
He was a sweaty mess when he hit the locker room. It was late at night and he’d thought he was the only one in the gym, until he heard a shower running. Maybe someone just left it on. He stripped and wrapped his towel around his waist, getting his shampoo. He slung his soap on a rope around his neck and walked toward the showers.
He headed for the one left running, hoping there was still some hot water left. Surely in a place like this they had several hot water heaters. He hoped so; his aching muscles were demanding a nice hot shower. He stopped short as he was about to reach in to test the water.
Through the gap where the shower curtain didn’t quite meet the wall, he saw a flash of light off wet skin. God, how embarrassing, he’d almost disturbed someone in the shower. He drew back when another flash caught his eye and he paused. The man in the shower was standing where he could see him, water pouring over his head and in rivulets down his body, tanned golden skin over hard, rippling muscle. It was like the best wet dream he’d ever had come to life.
Greg stood watching, his mouth hanging open. Fuck! The guy had to have the most perfect ass on earth. Round and firm, flexing as he moved, paler than the rest of his skin so it gleamed like a beacon.
He totally forgot that it was a very bad idea to stand staring at another man in the shower in a public place; he simply could not stop. Light glistened temptingly off the contours of the wet body and Greg would have given anything to be able to touch that perfect skin.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” said a voice with a pronounced Texas twang.
Fuck! Greg looked up, meeting amused brown eyes. “Sorry, man, I shouldn’t be- ulp!”
He squeaked as a strong hand yanked him inside the shower, firmly shutting the curtain to eliminate the gap. His towel fell in a sodden heap, forgotten in one corner.
“Soap on a rope, huh?” The Texan laughed. “That oughta come in handy.”
“Uh, hey, I’m sorry, I thought someone left the shower running and…”
“I saw you looking at me,” the Texan laughed. “Like I’m prime rib and you haven’t eaten in two weeks.”
“Well, you do look pretty tasty to me,” Greg said seductively, sensing that this guy wasn’t planning on kicking his ass.
“You gonna stand in that corner all night, boy, with your tongue hanging out?”
Greg took a step forward. The Texan reached for his shampoo and worked up a lather, smoothing soapy hands down Greg’s chest and stomach before pulling him close and sliding their slick skin together.
Greg gasped as their naked skin met for the first time and the Texan took advantage of his open mouth and slid his tongue in. Greg clung to the strong shoulders, running his hands over the hard muscles, slippery with soap and water. Water ran over his head, dripping off his nose and he shut his eyes. It was like kissing underwater, but better.
Strong hands circled him, holding him tight against the hard warmth of the Texan’s body. Greg liked how their chests felt pressed together and gasped as the hands slid down his back, massaging his sore muscles, digging in to release the knots of tension along his spine. Slippery and warm, the hands slid lower still ’til they cupped his cheeks, rubbing them soothingly, squeezing a little, pulling them apart until he felt a finger brush across his opening.
His hips jerked forward, and their hard cocks brushed together, trapped between flat bellies. Greg pulled his mouth free gasping for breath and moaning softly.
“I can stop,” the Texan offered, chuckling a little as if he already knew what Greg would say.
“You do and I’ll have to kill you,” Greg gasped, “And I know how to get rid of a body.”
“Don’t want you to have to go to all that trouble,” the Texan said with a smile. He turned Greg away from him and wrapped both arms around him, sliding his cock in the slippery cleft between Greg’s buttocks. Greg moaned again and let his head fall back against the Texan’s shoulder, feeling hot breath against his neck followed by hungry lips and teeth, nibbling and sucking along his throat and jaw line.
Hands found his nipples, rolling them between finger and thumb, pinching gently, pulling them just how Greg liked. With the warm water and soap they seemed more sensitive than ever before and he wished the other man would suck them.
“Suck them,” he whimpered. He felt himself spun around again and pinned against the back wall of the shower and the Texan bent his head, taking one nipple between his teeth, sucking gently. Greg grabbed the other man’s head and pressed it to his chest. “Harder… please… fuck yes… so good…”
The Texan teased the other nipple with his hand as he kissed and nibbled the one under his mouth, while Greg groaned and thrust wantonly.
“Oh my God,” Greg moaned as his knees sagged and he slid dangerously down the wall, the strong hands gripping his waist the only thing keeping him from crumpling to the ground completely.
“Guess you like that, huh?” The Texan released his nipple, looking proudly at the younger man’s dazed, flushed face while holding him up. Dumbly Greg nodded and gave him a sweet smile.
“I think I’m gonna hafta fuck you now, kid.”
Greg whimpered softly and the Texan turned him to face the wall again, bracing his hands against it. Greg waited, panting softly and then he felt a finger brush his entrance, while feet pushed at his, spreading them further. He thrust his ass back against the hand.
“Easy there, boy,” the Texan murmured. “No hurry.”
He felt the warmth of the Texan’s chest leave his back and wondered…
Holy fuck! He felt the hot tongue probing at his opening and leaned into it, wanting to feel it press inside him. The stretch felt so fucking good, he cried out for more incoherently. He gasped as his arms trembled with the effort of holding him up, sliding on the tiles with the strain.
The Texan stood again, circling the young man’s waist with one hand, the other rubbing soothing circles around Greg’s opening, caressing the skin as if he had all the time in the world. The older man held him there until Greg pushed back and finally a slick finger pressed inside, breaching the guardian muscle and crooking slightly to reach its goal. Greg arched his back, unaware of how seductive it looked to the older man, as the finger teased his prostate, just brushing gently over it. The Texan marveled at how limber the younger man was, thinking about ways that could come in handy. There was a lot he’d like to do this man.
Greg was cursing softly, “Fuck… yes! So good… please…”
There were two fingers now and pressure on his prostate became more insistent. His legs were trembling and he was afraid he might fall down, but the Texan still had a tight hold on him, keeping him right there as he stroked inside the narrow passage. He felt warm breath on his neck, and then teeth as the Texan bit down softly, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
The fingers pulled out and he moaned, suddenly something big and hard was pressing against his opening. It was way too big and he clenched involuntarily, he wanted it so bad, but he was afraid. The Texan’s hand was there, guiding the cock inside and Greg tried to relax as the Texan pushed forward, slowing entering him.
Greg panted for breath, feeling spread open and vulnerable with the just the head inside. The Texan ran a soothing hand over his heaving flanks.
“Easy, boy, I’ll take it slow,” he promised. He soothed the younger man with tiny kisses up and down his neck, licking the side of his neck hotly. Slick fingers found his nipples again, pinching and tweaking them, making his cock jump. One hand dropped to circle his waist, pulling his hips back against the larger man, holding him firmly in place.
Greg locked his knees back, hoping to remain standing. “Need you… now… shove that… beautiful cock… inside me… now…” Greg panted.
The Texan grunted as he pushed further inside, burying himself inside the young man. The tight channel clenched around his cock like a hot velvet fist, pulling him deeper inside and his head fell forward onto Greg’s shoulder.
“Fuck me, baby… fuck me… harder… I need it…”
The Texan couldn’t stand it and he started to thrust hard up into Greg, dragging across the sweet spot with every drive. He braced his feet and rotated his hips to grind into the sensitive nub of nerves even harder.
“Touch me… please… fuck…” Greg pleaded. “You make me… so hard… so fucking hard…”
“No, baby, you’re gonna come from my cock up your ass and nothing else,” the Texan panted, reaching up to pinch a nipple. Greg yelped in response and bucked his hips back against the larger man.
The Texan drove upward hard and the power of each thrust pushed Greg forward until his face was resting against the tiles, his arms caught between his body and the wall.
The build up was agonizingly intense for Greg. He felt his arousal spiral higher, higher than he’d ever felt it before. The Texan was rocking his hips gently now, teasing him, just brushing over his spot.
“Please… you gotta let me… come… please…” Greg pleaded.
“Shh, I’m gonna make you come, babe, trust me,” the Texan chuckled. He watched Greg’s hips move in frustration, his aching cock pointing to the ceiling it was so hard.
Greg started wailing in frustration but his arms were trapped by his weight and he couldn’t reach himself. The Texan’s arm clamped his waist and held him in place as the older man fucked him, shifting angles to deliver friction against his sweet spot with every stroke.
The intensity built inside him unlike any he’d ever known; it seemed to build from his center and ripple out to his fingers and toes, and then curling back to his center, never quite pushing him over the edge, but magnified with every swelling wave.
The heat burning at his core enveloped his consciousness in a silver glow so intense he was blinded. He felt himself quivering on the edge of his orgasm as if he was standing on the edge of a cliff, looking down at the ocean crashing against the rocks. And then he fell, diving down into blue velvety darkness, crying out as hot fluid jetted from his cock onto the tile wall in front of him. White hot light flashed behind his eyes as sharp as the pleasure and he started to cry, tears washed away by the warm water.
Hearing the cry the Texan thrust faster and achieved his own orgasm, sagging against the younger man pinned to the wall.
~*~
“Baby, you’re crying,” Nick whispered tenderly as Greg shook in his arms.
“I know,” Greg laughed and sobbed together. “It was just too… intense.”
Nick pulled out and cleaned them both, then turned Greg in his arms, kissing the tears from his face. “Are you okay?” he asked with concern.
Greg nodded, unable to speak. He was suddenly so tired, he could barely stand.
“I just wanted to give you the same pleasure you gave me,” Nick said.
“You just wanted to show me you could do it,” Greg said, with a ghost of a smile, “It wasn’t like I didn’t believe you could.”
“Yeah, there is that,” Nick admitted. He turned off the water and reached for a towel, wrapping Greg in it.
“Come on, I’ll put you to bed. You can barely stand.”
Greg nodded wearily and Nick carried half carried him as they staggered to the bedroom. He eased Greg down onto the bed and covered him up. He went back into the bathroom and dried himself. When he walked back into the bedroom, he watched the slow rise and fall of Greg’s chest and smiled. He got into bed and curled his body around Greg’s, protectively circling him with his arms. Greg snuggled back against him and Nick smiled again.
Authors: catlover2x and fred_bear aka jennybel75
Chapter: 9 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: Wetness, nakedness and a challenge.
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 having still much fun with this, we love each other and have pledged never to date a man born on 9/11 again!
X-posted at csi_slash and nerdswithbadges
Part A: Nicky
Nick sucked in a breath and held it, not even realizing what he was doing. Fuck. Had he ever seen this pool boy before? He racked his brain but he was pretty sure his regular pool boy had a paunch, long curly blonde hair and wore zinc oxide on his nose. He was sure he’d have noticed if this one had ever shown up before; whatever, he was noticing now.
He slid the glass door open. “Hey.”
“Oh, hi.” The young man looked up and smiled briefly as he swept the strainer through the water.
Nick stood and watched. Tall, as tall as he was, slender, spiked brown hair streaked blonde from the sun, smooth skin like whipped honey, moles on the right side of his face and the most seductive bedroom eyes he’d ever seen on a guy. The loose Hawaiian floral shirt and baggy shorts that reached to the knee hid his body completely, but his calves were muscular.
The pool boy concentrated on his work, silently mouthing some words and bopping his head. Nick licked his lips, wetting them. He wanted to get the boy’s attention but how? He shut the slider behind him and strolled around the pool, the concrete hot under his bare feet. He sat at the edge of the pool and stuck his feet in, dabbling them in the water, watching the water droplets fly as he splashed.
The pool boy continued to work his way methodically around the pool. As he walked closer, sudden inspiration hit. Nick never believed in buying a pig in a poke, he wanted to see what he was getting beforehand. And heck, he was an actor, wasn’t he? As the pool boy took a step to avoid him, Nick leaned to his left as if to stretch his back. His hand brushed against the boy’s leg and Nick recoiled with an exclamation, tipping the kid into the pool.
He was drenched by the splash. The kid came up laughing, and swam to the edge of the pool.
Nick bent to give him a hand and heaved him, dripping, onto the deck. “I am so sorry-” he started.
“Save it. I can’t tell you how often I get pushed into the pool,” the boy grinned at him wickedly.
“I didn’t push you, it was an accident,” Nick protested, distracted as he took in what he could of the slender body revealed by the clinging garments.
“Sure, that’s what they all say,” the boy said, walking right up to him. Nick backed away, giving ground to the boy until he felt the wall of the pool house against his back.
The boy smiled and leaned closer, putting both hands on the wall on either side of Nick’s head. Slowly, he lowered himself till his chest was against Nick’s, the wetness of his clothing soaking through Nick’s t-shirt.
Nick gasped as the boy let his body come into full contact, shivering as the chill of recently wet flesh met his warmth.
“So, you want me to fuck you?” the boy asked.
“No! I don’t bottom,” Nick stated indignantly. “I want to fuck you!”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” the boy shook his head ruefully. “I top, I don’t bottom for anyone.”
Nick didn’t want to lose contact with the wet, lithe body so he circled the slim young man with his arms. “What can I do to convince you?” he asked licking a line down the boy’s neck, grinning inwardly at the tremor he felt shiver through the younger man.
“Can you make me come with just your dick up my ass, no reach around?” The boy leaned closer, and brushed his lips over Nick’s.
Nick pulled him closer for a kiss, licking and sucking his lower lip, but the boy refused to open his mouth, so Nick opened his. As he expected, the kid pounced, his tongue sliding in, but instead of thrusting his tongue down the older man’s throat, he kissed gently, succulently, tasting Nick as if he were the finest wine he’d ever tried. The kiss was soft and sensuous and Nick couldn’t get enough. There was a hint of chlorine on the boy’s lips, mixed with the taste of coffee.
They stood kissing each other, lost to all other sensation, unaware that their hips were flexing gently. Finally the boy pulled away. “Well?”
“Well what?” Nick murmured into the younger man’s ear.
“If you can make me come with just your dick up my ass, I’ll let you fuck me. Otherwise I get to fuck you.”
Nick opened his eyes to see if this kid was serious. He didn’t look serious. His hair was still dripping, he was damp and wearing a very evil grin, but he looked so young.
“Are you saying you can make me come with just your dick in my ass?” Nick asked disbelievingly.
“Oh yeah, baby,” the kid said and grabbed Nick’s ass with both hands, yanking him closer so their cocks slid over each other with the gyration of his hips. “If you can do it too, I might consider it. Otherwise I’m fucking you.”
“I don’t believe you, I’ve never heard of that,” Nick said.
“You just haven’t found the right top yet,” the boy said and blew in Nick’s ear.
“What’s your name?” Nick asked abruptly.
“Greg, what’s yours?”
“Nick.”
Greg attacked Nick’s throat, latching on and sucking strongly. Nick slid away from his lips, he couldn’t afford a mark that would have to be covered with makeup.
“So what’ll it be, big boy, are you gonna make me come or are you gonna let me make you come?” Greg asked, reaching down to cup the bulge in Nick’s shorts. Nick groaned and thrust up against the warm hand while the young man chuckled.
“You’re hot for me,” the boy commented.
“Yeah, you’re hot all right, but I don’t bottom, I told you.”
“Okay then.” Greg pushed himself away from Nick and walked back to the pool, picking up his kit.
“Hey! Where’re you going?” Nick yelled after him.
“Neither of us bottom, no point in my sticking around unless I get to stick it in, is there?” Greg asked, still wearing that wicked smile.
Nick struggled with himself. It’s not as if he’d never bottomed, it just didn’t fit with his image of himself. He was a big, strong guy, he lifted weights; dammit, he used to work at a gym until he got this recurring role. He could wrestle this wispy kid to the ground and control him with one hand. Granted, he looked to be in shape, but Nick had him in weight and muscle. On the other hand, the kid was really hot and Nick was horny and he’d never heard of anyone who could make you come with just their dick.
He made his decision. “Wait, I’ll… I’ll let you…”
“You’ll let me fuck you?” Greg turned, his smile amping up a notch. “You can’t even say it, can you?” He laughed and dropped his toolkit, approaching Nick who was still standing backed up against the pool house.
Greg walked straight up to Nick, putting his arms around him and kissing softly all around Nick’s mouth. This time Nick opened his lips right away, yielding to Greg, welcoming his tongue inside, surrendering to the exploration of his mouth, enjoying the feel of their tongues sliding hotly over each other. Damn! Greg was a great kisser and he seemed to know exactly how Nick liked it, not too hard, just the right amount of pressure with firm lips, no drooling; just tasting and nibbling as if he had all day long and nothing else he’d rather be doing.
Nick felt around blindly to find the door handle and, turning it, pulled Greg with him as they practically fell inside the pool house. Clasped tightly together, they stumbled against the wall and crashed into furniture, kissing all the way as Nick eventually steered them to a chaise longue.
He pulled Greg down onto the narrow chaise and the boy permitted Nick to push him onto his back. Nick groaned as he landed on the supine body, shivering at the contact with damp shirt and shorts. Greg thrust up hard under Nick and the older man wished desperately that he would get the chance to do to this luscious piece of ass what the boy was planning on doing to him.
Greg continued his slow seduction, his hands cupping Nick’s head. So far all he’d done was kiss and Nick was already hard as granite and aching for it. Greg broke the kiss and pulled Nick’s t-shirt over his head. His eyes were bright when he saw the perfect physique, strong sinews causing the silky golden skin to ripple with strength. Quickly he flipped Nick onto his back, kissing his way over his neck, one hand sliding over the perfectly toned pectorals.
Greg raised himself, kneeling over Nick, his concentration absolute as he gently worshipped the hot skin and swelling muscles of the older man. He licked and sucked and nibbled his way to one nipple, taking it gently between his teeth, grazing it ever so slightly before he increased the pressure of his teeth. When the pleasure tipped over into pain, Nick yelped and the boy released him, soothing the pain with his tongue. He sucked the nipple into his mouth, increasing the suction and flicking his tongue until Nick was moaning and thrashing beneath him.
The boy kissed his way to the other nipple, lavishing the same consummate attention on it, his hand gently teasing the other. “Fuck, you’ve got such a hot body. I want to fuck you so bad,” Greg whispered. It was the first time Nick had heard him less than controlled, urgent need breaking his voice.
Greg licked his way down the tight abs. “I’ve never seen anyone with such a great six-pack before,” he mumbled, tongue never ceasing its attentions. He licked over every contour, pausing to suck any spot that made Nick quiver with anticipation.
Nick had never had such attention lavished on him before and he felt worshipped. Worshipped and lucky to be the focus of such intense attention. He’d never been one for a lot of foreplay, but he was beginning to see the value; his cock was straining to attention and the kid hadn’t even gotten him naked yet.
Greg stood up suddenly, pulling off his shirt and kicking his shorts aside. Nick caught his breath at the sight; slender, but unmistakably masculine, just the way he liked them. His hands tingled; he wanted nothing so much as to pull the kid closer and get his mouth on that beautiful cock, then throw him on the chaise and drill him through the cushions. Hard and fast.
Greg smirked, seemingly able to read Nick’s mind and he shook his finger. “No, no, you agreed, I’m gonna fuck you today.”
Nick liked the sound of that “today”; hoping it meant that he could get another shot at that tight little ass?
“So let’s get the show on the road, then, kid,” Nick said condescendingly, hoping to provoke the younger man into some action.
“Not so fast, tiger,” Greg murmured. He undid Nick’s shorts and pulled them down as Nick lifted his hips. Greg bent to continue exploring Nick’s body with his mouth, licking down the sensitive line where hip and torso joined, pausing before he sucked. “Okay if I leave a mark here?”
“Yeah, just not my neck,” gasped Nick, flexing his hips, seeking heat and friction.
“Right, gotcha,” the young man said and resumed marking the older man. Nick shifted restlessly; not only was he desperate to come but he had the uncomfortable feeling of being claimed. He avoided relationships and was usually the one doing the marking.
Greg’s hands ran soothingly down Nick’s legs, massaging the bulging thigh muscles, caressing the swell of the calves. Nick shivered as hands stroked upward, pulling his knees up so his ass was exposed. This was the beginning of the discomfort for him, to lie there, aroused and unable to control, to conquer.
Gentle hands cupped his ass, rubbing in circles on each cheek, caressing him as if he was the most desirable man ever. He whimpered and raised his hips off the chaise so the hands could envelope him fully. Fingers dug in, rubbing, soothing, and then he felt it, the first faint brush of a finger over his most private entrance. Lost in his own spiral of arousal, he opened his eyes dizzily as he heard the boy’s voice.
“Supplies?” Greg asked again. His smile was gone, his lips parted as he breathed faster, his eyes darkened with lust.
Nick waved his arm at the bar and Greg hurried over, opening drawers till he found condoms and lube.
“Let me touch you,” Nick begged.
Greg shook his head. “No, I’m doing all the work, just lay back and enjoy, big boy.” His eyes swept down over Nick’s untouched erection, thick and long with pre-cum dripping from the head. He licked his lips, clearly dying to take the hard length into his mouth and taste, but he’d promised he could make Nick come without touching his cock and he would make good on that.
He hurriedly ripped open the packet and slicked the condom onto his own aching member. Nick arched up as he felt trembling fingers circle his opening. “Easy boy, just let me…” Greg trailed off.
He took his time, circling the entrance gently to raise Nick to the heights. The older man tossed his head from side to side, thrashing with his frustration, arching up to try to force Greg’s finger inside, but the boy just rode his body lightly. Finally, finally, he breached the entrance, slowly, gently, sinking his finger into the tight heat just to the first knuckle, chuckling as Nick arched again.
“Fuck, just… do it… now… so hot… fuck me… damn!” Nick begged incoherently.
“Patience, lover,” Greg crooned. “It’ll be so good when I fuck you, so good, but you have to wait-”
“No! Fuck me now!” Nick grabbed Greg’s upper arms bruisingly hard, but the young man just laughed.
“So eager for me, aren’t you?” he asked softly, looking into Nick’s feverish eyes. “You’re so tight, fuck, so hot…”
He pushed his finger further inside, noting the frantic motion of Nick’s hips as he tried to impale himself. Greg maintained his control, gently stroking the inner walls until Nick had quieted somewhat, then he curled his finger, searching for the sensitive bundle of nerves. At the first soft brush across the spot, Nick’s hips flew up and he exclaimed, “Holy fuck, God, fuck me!”
Greg chuckled, pleased with the reaction. “You forgot how good it feels, didn’t you?” He continued to stroke and tease the sensitive spot.
Nick felt pure pleasure course through his body, lifting him from the chaise until he was floating on air, whimpering moans wrenched from his throat as he strained to get more. “Oh, God… please… I can’t… you have to… fuck… so hot…” Nick burbled inarticulately, lost in passion.
Greg pulled his finger out lingeringly and Nick protested, thrashing weakly until he felt two fingers reinserted. The boy’s liquid eyes glinted as he watched Nick greedily take all the pleasure he was offered, smiling at the change in his demeanor.
“Now… you gotta… fuck me, please…”
“I didn’t quite catch that,” Greg said breathlessly, still teasing but beginning to suffer himself.
“Please! Please… you gotta… fuck me… now! Let me… come…”
Greg took pity on his writhing victim and withdrew his fingers. He added lube to his cock, stroking himself as he knelt over the older man.
Nick whimpered, looking up at his tormenter, unsure of what to do with his hands. Would Greg pull away if he grabbed and forced him down…?
“And now,” Greg crooned, “You’re gonna take every inch.”
As Greg lifted his legs onto his shoulders, Nick’s sense of being at the mercy of the boy was heightened; he couldn’t get any leverage to thrust up and hung there helplessly. He gasped as he felt the head of Greg’s cock push slowly inside, feeling the burn and stretch, waiting for it to melt into bliss as that cock… oh, yeah!
“Just another couple inches, then you’ll have it all. Can you take it?”
Nick didn’t bother to answer, he just groaned in pleasure when Greg dragged his cock slowly over his prostate. He was transported to a world of sensation as Greg started thrusting in short, shallow bursts, cruelly delaying his movements, grinning down into Nick’s unseeing eyes as the older man whimpered and moaned, thrashing under him.
Greg moved slowly, building the pleasure for the older man, awed and amused by the look of complete rapture on his face. With total concentration, he focused completely on bringing pleasure to Nick, ignoring his own need building the pressure in his groin. He rocked his hips slowly, prepared to do whatever it took to bring the other man to completion.
Nick floated in a blissful haze, little tingles like electricity uncoiling outward along his nerve endings to curl his toes and fingers with delight. He arched up under Greg, luxuriating in the euphoric ecstasy of being fucked by a very accomplished top. This fucking bore no resemblance to any he’d received before. The passionate concentration of the boy left him nothing to do but enjoy the ravaging sensations crashing over him like an ocean wave.
Greg’s thrusts became more insistent, hitting Nick’s prostate with every stroke, increasing the pace slightly. Nick’s cock jerked with every drive but lay untouched on his stomach, the boy taking care not to rub against it as he moved. He braced himself, muscles straining over Nick, his attention totally focused on the other man’s pleasure.
Nick moaned loudly. He was teetering on the brink of his orgasm, anticipation of it like the sharp edge of a knife, glowing as it caught the light. He reached for it but couldn’t quite touch it. He whimpered and thrust upward to meet Greg. He wondered how he ever made do with fingers, they weren’t big enough. There was nothing like the real thing, having a big, hard cock applied with enthusiasm to the right spot.
“Oh, fuck… oh, man… so good… querido… love me… fuck me…”
He was a puddle, just liquid, panting to have his ass pounded harder and deeper. He tried to tell Greg, but couldn’t make sense. He hoped Greg would understand whatever came out of his mouth but he wouldn’t bet on it, he wasn’t even sure he was speaking English.
He was melting, his spine turned to liquid gold, brilliantly glowing from the intense heat of his arousal, the light blinding his eyes as sparks went off behind them. He wasn’t sure he’d be able move again. If Greg wanted to pour him into a mold, he’d just flow like a river of molten lava.
As Greg started moving faster, stabbing his prostate now, Nick felt bathed in the incandescence of his radiant trance, intoxicated as the bubble inside burst, his hips jerking hard as his untouched cock released, his cum bursting from him in a rain of pearly drops, bedewing his chest. He came with a tiny whimper, his exaltation too intense to find relief through voice.
Greg whimpered with relief himself, feeling Nick’s tight channel clench around him like a vise and he hammered the older man’s ass ruthlessly, intent on his own release. He shouted Nick’s name as he came, the intensity of holding off his own orgasm draining him as he shot deep inside the older man.
He collapsed on top of Nick, and felt himself drift to sleep, lulled by the dull thud of the other man’s heart. He came awake with a jerk as he felt himself sliding off his lover. He got up and took care of the condom. With a low laugh, he noticed that Nick was now deeply asleep in the aftermath of the challenge. Must have worn him out. With a shaky sigh, he found a pad and pencil. He wrote his name, Greg, and his number and left it in Nick’s hand. Then he dressed and left, hoping he’d hear from the older man again.
When Nick woke up the sun was setting, sending golden rays into the pool house. He smiled and stretched, a feeling of deep wellbeing spread throughout his body, despite the soreness in a certain area. His hand closed on the scrap of paper as he stretched and he smiled when he saw the number. He stowed it the pocket of his shorts and pulled them on. Feeling sticky and a little hot, he eased into the pool, doing laps. He pulled himself out and went into the house, dropping his shorts on the bathroom floor as he stepped into the shower.
He might have to change his mind about the whole bottom thing. He’d never come before just from a dick up his ass and he had to admire the kid’s control; he was really great. Maybe he was right and Nick had never found the right top before. But he had now, and he swore he was going to have that cock filling him again.
Suddenly he remembered the number. He flung open the shower door and dove for his shorts. Fuck! Shit! Balls! He fucking went in the pool and the number was illegible. Right, he could call the pool cleaning company and get it from them. He went to bed that night feeling all right.
But the next day he was cursing himself for his carelessness. The pool company said they didn’t have a Greg, that employees came and went and so sorry they couldn’t be of more help. How could he find a nameless pool boy in a city of this size?
Nick could have kicked himself. He’d run from commitment all his life and this had to be his comeuppance; he finally found someone he wanted to get to know better and he couldn’t find him. He wondered if this was the result of some subconscious desire not to let anyone get too close.
He was dragging as he went to work the next day. Warrick spotted it immediately, fuck, the man could have been a real life CSI, not just playing one on TV. But he had the tact not to pry, so he simply noted Nick’s depression and started talking shop.
“Hey, check it out, dude. There’s a new guy they hired to play a lab rat, wonder what he’s like?”
“Guess we’ll know soon enough, ’Ric,” Nick said limply.
“You got the first scene with him, so fill me in.”
“Will do.”
Nick rounded the corner of the lab, hearing loud music. He batted at the CD player, turning off the sound and the lab rat turned to face him. It was Greg. Both men stood stock still for a moment, staring at each other, mouths hanging open.
“Cut. You guys forget your lines or something?” the director asked sarcastically.
“Uh, sorry, I’m ready now,” Nick mumbled, unable to drag his eyes off Greg’s face, watching the dawning smile fade into a hurt look.
He came around the corner again and this time remembered to speak. He drifted closer to the younger man, unconsciously putting a hand on his shoulder, leaning closer to feel the heat coming off his body.
“Cut! That was great, let’s run it again,” the director cried.
Nick groaned as they ran the scene for close-ups and reactions, Greg never quite meeting his eyes. As soon as the director called a break, Greg took off down the hall, lab coat flapping behind him. Nick hurried after him, and caught up with him on the other side of the swinging door, grabbing him by the arm and pushing him back against the wall.
Greg just looked at him in silence, his drooping mouth communicating his sadness.
“Greg, I have to tell you, I wanted to call you, but-”
“Then why didn’t you,” Greg asked in a small voice.
“Fuck! I was so stupid; I put your number in my pocket and then went in the pool. When I realized, I called the pool company but they said they never heard of you,” Nick explained earnestly.
Suspiciously, Greg searched Nick’s face and whipped out his cell, dialing the pool company. He snapped it shut. “Yeah, I guess you did call,” he admitted grudgingly.
“Please, give me your number. I’d like to see you again,” Nick pleaded.
Slowly a little smirk crept over Greg’s face, “So you liked it then?”
“I… fuck… I… loved it,” Nick waved his hands around incoherently. “But it’s not just that, I want to see you, go out to dinner, you know, get to know you better.”
Greg looked cautiously happy, “Okay, I guess. My last name is Sanders, I’m in the book.”
“How about tonight? When we get done here?” Nick pressed anxiously.
“Well, I’m done for today. It’s not much of a part,” Greg said modestly.
“Stick around and watch. I don’t want to let you get away,” Nick dropped his voice seductively.
“Maybe I could bend you over the counter later,” Greg murmured throatily.
Nick gulped, unable to say a word.
~*~
“Like they’d ever make a show about CSIs,” Greg laughed.
“Well if they did, I’d kinda like to be on that show,” Nick said.
“What, you wanted to be an actor?”
“No. I like being a scientist, but I did kinda get into the drama club in school,” Nick said wistfully.
“And I’d be hired as comic relief. I really can’t see a TV show where they watch me run machines and analyse data, it’s not real exciting, like a car chase or something.”
Suddenly Nick remembered something, “Hey! Who keeps throwing you into pools?”
“Only you, Nicky, but you have to admit, you like to see me wet. We just have to get near a pool and you’re always tripping me or throwing me in,” Greg smirked even more, thinking of the various wettings he’d gotten and the variety of fuckings afterward.
“Okay, as long as it’s me,” Nick grumbled.
“Pretty jealous for a guy who never used to call,” Greg taunted.
“You’re never gonna let that go, are you?” Nick asked grumpily. “I’m trying to make it up to you, I love you.”
“I know,” Greg whispered, relenting as always. “Maybe next time you can make me come with just your dick up my ass.”
“No reach around,” Nick agreed and nuzzled his neck.
Part Deux: Greg
Greg really hated going to the gym. No matter what he did he was going to be a skinny dork for the rest of his life. But he had to admit, his arms looked more toned, he even had a nice little tricep dimple going. But it was booooring. Not like surfing or running where you were actually doing something. However, he wanted to be strong and fit, so he did it.
He was a sweaty mess when he hit the locker room. It was late at night and he’d thought he was the only one in the gym, until he heard a shower running. Maybe someone just left it on. He stripped and wrapped his towel around his waist, getting his shampoo. He slung his soap on a rope around his neck and walked toward the showers.
He headed for the one left running, hoping there was still some hot water left. Surely in a place like this they had several hot water heaters. He hoped so; his aching muscles were demanding a nice hot shower. He stopped short as he was about to reach in to test the water.
Through the gap where the shower curtain didn’t quite meet the wall, he saw a flash of light off wet skin. God, how embarrassing, he’d almost disturbed someone in the shower. He drew back when another flash caught his eye and he paused. The man in the shower was standing where he could see him, water pouring over his head and in rivulets down his body, tanned golden skin over hard, rippling muscle. It was like the best wet dream he’d ever had come to life.
Greg stood watching, his mouth hanging open. Fuck! The guy had to have the most perfect ass on earth. Round and firm, flexing as he moved, paler than the rest of his skin so it gleamed like a beacon.
He totally forgot that it was a very bad idea to stand staring at another man in the shower in a public place; he simply could not stop. Light glistened temptingly off the contours of the wet body and Greg would have given anything to be able to touch that perfect skin.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” said a voice with a pronounced Texas twang.
Fuck! Greg looked up, meeting amused brown eyes. “Sorry, man, I shouldn’t be- ulp!”
He squeaked as a strong hand yanked him inside the shower, firmly shutting the curtain to eliminate the gap. His towel fell in a sodden heap, forgotten in one corner.
“Soap on a rope, huh?” The Texan laughed. “That oughta come in handy.”
“Uh, hey, I’m sorry, I thought someone left the shower running and…”
“I saw you looking at me,” the Texan laughed. “Like I’m prime rib and you haven’t eaten in two weeks.”
“Well, you do look pretty tasty to me,” Greg said seductively, sensing that this guy wasn’t planning on kicking his ass.
“You gonna stand in that corner all night, boy, with your tongue hanging out?”
Greg took a step forward. The Texan reached for his shampoo and worked up a lather, smoothing soapy hands down Greg’s chest and stomach before pulling him close and sliding their slick skin together.
Greg gasped as their naked skin met for the first time and the Texan took advantage of his open mouth and slid his tongue in. Greg clung to the strong shoulders, running his hands over the hard muscles, slippery with soap and water. Water ran over his head, dripping off his nose and he shut his eyes. It was like kissing underwater, but better.
Strong hands circled him, holding him tight against the hard warmth of the Texan’s body. Greg liked how their chests felt pressed together and gasped as the hands slid down his back, massaging his sore muscles, digging in to release the knots of tension along his spine. Slippery and warm, the hands slid lower still ’til they cupped his cheeks, rubbing them soothingly, squeezing a little, pulling them apart until he felt a finger brush across his opening.
His hips jerked forward, and their hard cocks brushed together, trapped between flat bellies. Greg pulled his mouth free gasping for breath and moaning softly.
“I can stop,” the Texan offered, chuckling a little as if he already knew what Greg would say.
“You do and I’ll have to kill you,” Greg gasped, “And I know how to get rid of a body.”
“Don’t want you to have to go to all that trouble,” the Texan said with a smile. He turned Greg away from him and wrapped both arms around him, sliding his cock in the slippery cleft between Greg’s buttocks. Greg moaned again and let his head fall back against the Texan’s shoulder, feeling hot breath against his neck followed by hungry lips and teeth, nibbling and sucking along his throat and jaw line.
Hands found his nipples, rolling them between finger and thumb, pinching gently, pulling them just how Greg liked. With the warm water and soap they seemed more sensitive than ever before and he wished the other man would suck them.
“Suck them,” he whimpered. He felt himself spun around again and pinned against the back wall of the shower and the Texan bent his head, taking one nipple between his teeth, sucking gently. Greg grabbed the other man’s head and pressed it to his chest. “Harder… please… fuck yes… so good…”
The Texan teased the other nipple with his hand as he kissed and nibbled the one under his mouth, while Greg groaned and thrust wantonly.
“Oh my God,” Greg moaned as his knees sagged and he slid dangerously down the wall, the strong hands gripping his waist the only thing keeping him from crumpling to the ground completely.
“Guess you like that, huh?” The Texan released his nipple, looking proudly at the younger man’s dazed, flushed face while holding him up. Dumbly Greg nodded and gave him a sweet smile.
“I think I’m gonna hafta fuck you now, kid.”
Greg whimpered softly and the Texan turned him to face the wall again, bracing his hands against it. Greg waited, panting softly and then he felt a finger brush his entrance, while feet pushed at his, spreading them further. He thrust his ass back against the hand.
“Easy there, boy,” the Texan murmured. “No hurry.”
He felt the warmth of the Texan’s chest leave his back and wondered…
Holy fuck! He felt the hot tongue probing at his opening and leaned into it, wanting to feel it press inside him. The stretch felt so fucking good, he cried out for more incoherently. He gasped as his arms trembled with the effort of holding him up, sliding on the tiles with the strain.
The Texan stood again, circling the young man’s waist with one hand, the other rubbing soothing circles around Greg’s opening, caressing the skin as if he had all the time in the world. The older man held him there until Greg pushed back and finally a slick finger pressed inside, breaching the guardian muscle and crooking slightly to reach its goal. Greg arched his back, unaware of how seductive it looked to the older man, as the finger teased his prostate, just brushing gently over it. The Texan marveled at how limber the younger man was, thinking about ways that could come in handy. There was a lot he’d like to do this man.
Greg was cursing softly, “Fuck… yes! So good… please…”
There were two fingers now and pressure on his prostate became more insistent. His legs were trembling and he was afraid he might fall down, but the Texan still had a tight hold on him, keeping him right there as he stroked inside the narrow passage. He felt warm breath on his neck, and then teeth as the Texan bit down softly, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
The fingers pulled out and he moaned, suddenly something big and hard was pressing against his opening. It was way too big and he clenched involuntarily, he wanted it so bad, but he was afraid. The Texan’s hand was there, guiding the cock inside and Greg tried to relax as the Texan pushed forward, slowing entering him.
Greg panted for breath, feeling spread open and vulnerable with the just the head inside. The Texan ran a soothing hand over his heaving flanks.
“Easy, boy, I’ll take it slow,” he promised. He soothed the younger man with tiny kisses up and down his neck, licking the side of his neck hotly. Slick fingers found his nipples again, pinching and tweaking them, making his cock jump. One hand dropped to circle his waist, pulling his hips back against the larger man, holding him firmly in place.
Greg locked his knees back, hoping to remain standing. “Need you… now… shove that… beautiful cock… inside me… now…” Greg panted.
The Texan grunted as he pushed further inside, burying himself inside the young man. The tight channel clenched around his cock like a hot velvet fist, pulling him deeper inside and his head fell forward onto Greg’s shoulder.
“Fuck me, baby… fuck me… harder… I need it…”
The Texan couldn’t stand it and he started to thrust hard up into Greg, dragging across the sweet spot with every drive. He braced his feet and rotated his hips to grind into the sensitive nub of nerves even harder.
“Touch me… please… fuck…” Greg pleaded. “You make me… so hard… so fucking hard…”
“No, baby, you’re gonna come from my cock up your ass and nothing else,” the Texan panted, reaching up to pinch a nipple. Greg yelped in response and bucked his hips back against the larger man.
The Texan drove upward hard and the power of each thrust pushed Greg forward until his face was resting against the tiles, his arms caught between his body and the wall.
The build up was agonizingly intense for Greg. He felt his arousal spiral higher, higher than he’d ever felt it before. The Texan was rocking his hips gently now, teasing him, just brushing over his spot.
“Please… you gotta let me… come… please…” Greg pleaded.
“Shh, I’m gonna make you come, babe, trust me,” the Texan chuckled. He watched Greg’s hips move in frustration, his aching cock pointing to the ceiling it was so hard.
Greg started wailing in frustration but his arms were trapped by his weight and he couldn’t reach himself. The Texan’s arm clamped his waist and held him in place as the older man fucked him, shifting angles to deliver friction against his sweet spot with every stroke.
The intensity built inside him unlike any he’d ever known; it seemed to build from his center and ripple out to his fingers and toes, and then curling back to his center, never quite pushing him over the edge, but magnified with every swelling wave.
The heat burning at his core enveloped his consciousness in a silver glow so intense he was blinded. He felt himself quivering on the edge of his orgasm as if he was standing on the edge of a cliff, looking down at the ocean crashing against the rocks. And then he fell, diving down into blue velvety darkness, crying out as hot fluid jetted from his cock onto the tile wall in front of him. White hot light flashed behind his eyes as sharp as the pleasure and he started to cry, tears washed away by the warm water.
Hearing the cry the Texan thrust faster and achieved his own orgasm, sagging against the younger man pinned to the wall.
~*~
“Baby, you’re crying,” Nick whispered tenderly as Greg shook in his arms.
“I know,” Greg laughed and sobbed together. “It was just too… intense.”
Nick pulled out and cleaned them both, then turned Greg in his arms, kissing the tears from his face. “Are you okay?” he asked with concern.
Greg nodded, unable to speak. He was suddenly so tired, he could barely stand.
“I just wanted to give you the same pleasure you gave me,” Nick said.
“You just wanted to show me you could do it,” Greg said, with a ghost of a smile, “It wasn’t like I didn’t believe you could.”
“Yeah, there is that,” Nick admitted. He turned off the water and reached for a towel, wrapping Greg in it.
“Come on, I’ll put you to bed. You can barely stand.”
Greg nodded wearily and Nick carried half carried him as they staggered to the bedroom. He eased Greg down onto the bed and covered him up. He went back into the bathroom and dried himself. When he walked back into the bedroom, he watched the slow rise and fall of Greg’s chest and smiled. He got into bed and curled his body around Greg’s, protectively circling him with his arms. Greg snuggled back against him and Nick smiled again.