Ch13 BrothelBoyz
Title: The Masquerade Series X2 - #13 "BrothelBoyz"
Authors: catlover2x and fred_bear aka jennybel75
Chapter: 13 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: Silk and steel, philosophy and love.
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!
A/N II: D/s but no Nicks or Gregs were harmed in the writing of this story. Part A is dedicated to Little Minx.
X-posted at csi_slash and nerdswithbadges
Part A: Nick
Nick packed his overnight bag with a few extras just to be on the safe side. Handcuffs along with extra underwear, you could never tell. He got into his truck for the short drive. He had tonight and tomorrow off, and he wasn’t on call. In fact, he’d told Grissom he would be out of town, so he was free to turn off his cell and pager, knowing that for 24 hours at least, he was going to get what he’d always wanted.
Lady Heather greeted him with her usual dignity and grace, no hint of judgment in her unfathomable eyes. She offered him a glass of wine and he accepted it, happy to tantalize himself just a little further, prolonging the moment when he would be face to face with his secret desire.
“Mr. Stokes,” Lady Heather began.
“Call me Nick,” he smiled at her.
“Call me Lady Heather.” She said mockingly and smiled back. “Are you ready to meet your companion for the next night and day?”
“Is that what you call them?”
“You may call him whatever you wish, I assure you he will answer,” she said, amusement tugging at her lovely lips. “Slave, toy, pet, companion. This is your fantasy.”
Nick nodded.
“I think you’ll be pleased with him, if not, do not hesitate to inform me. You are paying for the best and you deserve it.”
She clapped her hands and a young woman dressed demurely in a trim business suit appeared.
“Rose, please show Mr. Stokes to his room.”
Nick followed the young woman, his heart beating fast, trying not to allow the excitement and anticipation show on his face. She led him up a flight of stairs, saying, “All the rooms are sound-proofed and fully equipped. If you wish for food or drink to be delivered, press the green button and a servant will take your order. If there is something missing that you would wish for, the green button will bring someone to take your order. On behalf of Lady Heather, enjoy your time here.”
She unlocked the door and swung it open. Drawing a deep breath, Nick stepped inside to confront his innermost desires.
~*~
Nick stepped inside and dropped his bag. A slender figure sat on the window seat looking out. When he heard the door, he turned his head, deep brown eyes regarding Nick with a steady gaze.
“Hello,” the young man said with a slight smile.
Nick slowly walked closer, his heart was beating so loud that he hoped the other man could not hear it. Lady Heather must have been inside his head to have provided someone so perfect in every way. Nick could not have requested all the particulars because he didn’t know himself exactly what he wanted but this, this young man was so beautiful, Nick had never dreamed he would see someone who embodied his dreams to perfection.
Dark spiky hair, fashionably mussed, long slender limbs and body, pale creamy skin practically glowing against the dark jewel tones in which the room was decorated. A beautiful face with a perfect classic nose, pink curved lips that Nick instantly pictured stretched open to receive his aching cock, but it was the eyes that were the ultimate killer. Deep pools of molten dark chocolate, fringed with long sooty lashes, making them look both sinful yet innocent, seductive but with a hint of laughter. And if he was willing to bend to Nick’s will in every way, then this was his fantasy come true.
“What’s your name?”
“Greg.”
The young man stood up. He was wearing loose silk pants with a matching tunic of shimmery aqua. The silk set off his skin and made his pallor more enticing, contrasting nicely with his dark hair and eyes.
“What would you like me to call you? Your name? Someone else’s? Master? Sir?” The luscious lips curved upward as if the young man liked what he saw.
“You may call me Nick.”
“Nick.”
The young man’s eyes remained fixed on Nick’s while the older man circled his companion.
“Why haven’t you dropped your eyes?” Nick asked curiously.
“You haven’t told me to; if that’s what you wish…” Greg left his sentence hanging there.
“So if I told you to kneel…?”
“Would you like me to?” Greg asked with a smirk.
“You’re not wearing a collar either,” Nick pointed out.
“If I wore one when you arrived, it would imply that I served someone else, wouldn’t it… Nick?”
“You’re kind of mouthy for a sub, aren’t you?” Nick was amused. “It makes me want to teach you a lesson.”
“I’m sure you know how to rein me in,” Greg replied with an indulgent smile. “But you like me like this, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Nick replied thoughtfully, thinking of other subs who hadn’t challenged him enough. “Yes, you’re smart and interesting. I like that, but it doesn’t change who’s in charge.”
“Would you like to put a collar on me? There’s plenty to choose from, or cuffs, through that door.” Greg nodded toward the nearest door.
“What’s through there?” Nick pointed at another door.
“The bathroom. I can draw you a bath or start a shower for you. We can shower together or I can wash you if you prefer.”
“No, thank you. I had a shower before I came,” Nick replied.
“I hope you’ll be coming a lot,” Greg teased.
Nick stretched a hand toward the young man, lifting his chin. Greg looked straight into his eyes with the same lazy amusement. Nick wondered what it would take to wipe the amusement off that lovely face, what it would look like contorted with passion.
He stroked down the slender throat, cupping the angular shoulder and moved down to caress the chest hidden under the silk top. His hand paused when he felt something hard at the nipple.
“Take the top off,” he commanded.
Immediately Greg lifted his arms, raising the top over his head, leaving him wearing only the low-slung silk pants which were hanging dangerously from his hipbones. Nick realized the hard thing he’d felt was a gold nipple ring and was instantly fascinated by it.
Grasping it between thumb and forefinger, he tugged lightly, then caressed the nipple. Leaning forward, he took it, ring and all into his mouth, teasing and flicking the ring until he heard a gasp from his companion.
He looked up, pleased to see that the amused look was becoming a bit strained and the brown eyes had glazed over with the stimulation.
“Could I make you cum just through playing with you like this?” His hand crept up to the other nipple and gave it a pinch, then stroked the aureole softly.
His breath coming quicker, Greg fought for the control to answer his new master. “It’s been done,” was his cryptic reply.
“Hmm,” Nick said thoughtfully. That argued an elevated level of sensitivity and he would enjoy allowing his companion to cum only when he permitted it. He ran his hands down the young man’s sides.
“You are satin and silk and all things smooth and lovely aren’t you?” he murmured. Looking up he noticed he had at last startled the companion out of his usual sangfroid, but the surprise only lasted a moment.
“You’re an unusual man,” Greg said.
“Really? Why?”
“Usually I would be in a collar and cuffs already, perhaps on my knees, certainly submitting to your every command,” Greg said with the same secret smile lurking on his lips.
Nick smiled back. “I’d rather surprise you,” he smirked.
His hands roamed lower, circling to cup rounded buttocks in his palms, rubbing lightly, noticing the companion’s breath coming a little quicker now, but he stood still, allowing Nick to explore his body at will.
Nick walked to the bed and piled pillows at the head. He turned to his companion and said, “Please sit down against the pillows.”
Promptly, Greg obeyed, leaning back against the pillows, leaving his hands by his sides.
“Spread your legs.”
When the companion widened his legs, Nick sat on the bed facing him. Almost experimentally, he ran his hand down the toned chest, flat belly and felt for the hardness that lay beneath the silk pants. A slight hiss and a movement of his hips was the only response from the companion.
Nick continued to stroke him, thoughtfully watching the young man’s face; it was flushed now and the delicious lips were parted slightly, with just a hint of pink tongue showing.
“Don’t cum until I tell you to,” Nick ordered, his hand slowly stroking the hard shaft.
Greg answered with a slightly breathless quality to his voice. “Yes, Nick.” His hands clenched as he fought his rising arousal.
Finally Nick stopped touching him. “Pull down your pants so I can see you.”
Greg lifted his hips and pulled his pants down to his thighs.
“Stroke yourself,” Nick commanded.
Greg’s slender hand went to his cock, stroking gracefully but slowly.
“Play with your balls, so I can see it.”
Greg spread his legs as well as he was able, still trapped in his pants and with his other hand fondled his balls, occasionally pulling on them to quell his intense desire to cum. The other man’s gaze flicked between his hands working himself and his face; it was terribly exciting to the companion to watch Nick’s arousal as he touched himself so intimately.
Nick’s pants were feeling tighter, almost painful, but he wouldn’t touch himself until he’d watched his companion cum. He waited but Greg seemed able to control and prolong his pleasure, so he finally said, “Cum for me.”
“Where would you like me to shoot, Nick?” Greg’s voice was rough with his effort to control himself.
“On your stomach. Don’t make a sound while you do it.” Nick kept his face impassive but he wanted to laugh gleefully at the look of dismay that flashed briefly through Greg’s eyes.
The younger man took his bottom lip between his teeth, his brow knit with the effort to keep from calling out and came spectacularly over his chest and stomach in complete silence.
Nick sniffed the scent of sex delicately. He wanted nothing more than to lick the cum off the young man’s enticing body but couldn’t decide whether it would undermine his control.
“The hell with it,” he said out loud and leaned forward to drag his tongue over the slender muscles and ivory skin.
Greg’s eyes flew open in surprise and he watched, his cock stirring again, as Nick licked him clean.
Nick stood up, his bulge obvious under his jeans. “On your knees!” he ordered.
Greg stood, pulling his pants up again, without an explicit order he deemed it best to return himself to his original condition. He knelt compliantly in front of Nick, looking up straight into his eyes.
“Suck me off,” Nick demanded, “And don’t spill a drop.”
Greg smiled; his nimble fingers undid Nick’s jeans, pulling them down along with his boxer briefs for access. His pink tongue flicked over his lips before he licked the head of Nick’s erection. He closed his eyes and swirled his tongue over Nick’s cock as if it was the best thing he had tasted in his entire life.
“Take me, now,” Nick ordered impatiently.
Greg opened his mouth and slowly, tantalizingly, took Nick deeply inside the wet heat, relaxing his throat to swallow his length.
Nick gasped and dropped his head back, swaying at the sudden sensation, his hips flexing. His fingers threaded through Greg’s hair, holding him in place. Greg’s hands fondled Nick’s balls and pressed on his perineum, varying the rhythm and pressure. His mouth was open and inviting, the curved lips looking even prettier than Nick had imagined stretched around his cock.
“Fuck, yeah,” Nick sighed as the talented mouth sucked and licked and nibbled, alternating with deep throat action. He rocked his hips faster; finally face-fucking Greg until he felt he was right on the edge. “I’m coming,” he announced. Greg sucked harder until he felt the salty sweet essence hit the back of his throat and he swallowed greedily, allowing Nick to remain in his mouth until the last of the tremors had passed. Remaining on his knees, he licked Nick clean gently until the older man pulled away from him.
Nick staggered to the bed and flopped back on it, breathing heavily. Greg turned to face him, remaining kneeling.
“Fuck,” Nick said. “That may have been the best blow job of my entire life.”
“Thank you very much, Nick, I enjoyed it too,” Greg said with a smile.
Nick eyed him speculatively, as if wondering what to require of him next. “Get me some water.”
Greg rose fluidly to his feet and walked to a small, concealed refrigerator, extracting a chilled bottle of water. He handed it to Nick, who twisted the cap off and drank quickly.
“So you’ll do whatever I ask?”
“For 24 hours, I’m yours, to do with as you please,” Greg answered.
“You’ll tell me you love me?”
“In other languages even,” Greg smirked.
“Sarcastic little prick,” Nick muttered. “Are you thirsty?”
“Yes, Nick,” Greg answered.
Nick handed him the bottle. “This is an order. If you’re thirsty or hungry, let me know, okay?”
“Okay.” Greg lifted the bottle and drank while Nick stared, mesmerized at the muscles working in the smooth, slender throat.
“I think maybe it’s time for that shower.” Nick stretched and sighed. He stood up and touched the younger man, unable to resist the creamy skin, while Greg stood submissively, allowing Nick’s hands to wander. Nick poured the rest of the chilled water over the nipple with the ring, watching the delicate shiver that shook Greg’s body as the nub hardened.
Nick smiled, then took his clothes off, tossing them casually on the floor as he walked to the shower. He looked back to see the companion pick up every item, folding them neatly and placing them on a chair.
“Come here, I want you to wash me,” Nick ordered.
Greg hurried into the bathroom with a huge smile. “All right!”
Nick laughed. “You seem pretty happy about it.”
“You’re very beautiful,” Greg said. “You could be a companion yourself. It’s not often…”
“Not often?” Nick prompted.
“Never mind, we aren’t allowed to talk about other clients. Not that I want to,” Greg said. He started the shower. “How do you like it, Nick?”
“Hot,” Nick said and then smiled. Some like it hot, indeed.
“Would you care to test the water, Nick, and see if it’s to your preference?” Greg asked.
Nick stuck his hand in. “It’s fine,” he said and, taking a firm grasp on Greg’s arm, pulled him into the shower, watching as the water soaked his silk pants until they were practically transparent and clinging to his slender form.
“Clean me up,” he said briefly.
Greg picked up a washcloth and soaped it, creating a rich lather. Slowly, sensuously, he smoothed the washcloth over Nick’s body as if worshipping the golden skin and rippling muscles. He lingered over every inch, his attention completely absorbed in the physical beauty of the older man. He soaped down Nick’s back, paying particular attention to the perfectly formed globes of his ass, down the muscled legs to shapely feet.
Nick turned around and lifted Greg’s chin with a finger. The startled brown eyes looked straight into his. “I missed you,” Nick said softly and Greg smiled.
For the first time, Nick took Greg’s mouth, probing his lips until the younger man allowed his tongue to slide in. With a sigh, Greg melted into the kiss, giving himself completely into the other man’s control as Nick’s tongue thrust deeply. Nick kissed him hard, then softened the kiss, making it lush and languorous. The two men stood under the water, kissing until his hardening cock reminded Nick that there were other delights yet to come.
“Strip!”
Greg acquiesced instantly, struggling to free himself from the clingy silk. At last he was naked and awaited the next command.
Nick yanked him closer and soaped the young man’s hands, pressing their warm bodies together. He wrapped Greg’s hand around both their cocks, pressing it with his own. “Cum with me,” he said briefly and watched the younger man’s face as he struggled to gauge Nick’s arousal, timing it with his own.
It took only a few minutes, between their naked bodies pressed tightly together, the warm water, and the stimulation, both men were thrashing and moving against each other, caught in the throes of their orgasm.
Nick had not commanded silence this time and he was astounded at the younger man’s vocal strength as he cried out with ecstasy; it heightened his own pleasure and he decided that he would not require silence the next time he permitted the companion to achieve his release.
When they left the shower, Greg dried Nick with a towel and helped him into a lush robe provided before they walked back into the bedchamber.
“Where do you sleep?” Nick asked.
“Wherever you wish,” Greg said smoothly. “I can sleep with you or on the floor, or in the next room…”
Nick took his hand and opened the door. They were in a large walk in closet. “You would sleep in the closet?”
“If you like,” smirked Greg in amusement. “But there’s another room beyond this.”
Nick took in the crowded racks; dresses, miniskirts, lingerie. He moved the hangers to find a cop uniform, some rubber catsuits, corsets, slacks, jeans, cowboy boots, and more silk pants and tunics.
“Something for every taste,” Greg pointed out.
“You would wear this?” Nick asked, fingering a corset.
“Certainly, if you like,” Greg answered happily. “With stockings. And heels.”
“Maybe another time,” Nick murmured. He glanced up, noticing Greg’s eyes lit with pleasure as if he too were looking forward to another time with his new client.
“I would like that, Nick,” he said. “May I show you the other room?”
Nick nodded and Greg walked to the end of the closet, opening another door.
Nick gasped as Greg switched on the light. Whips, paddles, a bench, a frame, a swing, other items that Nick didn’t even recognize. On one section of the wall, hooks held a variety of collars and cuffs, ranging from heavy leather to beautifully and intricately worked chains. He restrained his hand; he wanted to reach for his cock. It was a shock to see all this in spite of the fact that he’d requested it; his desires were out in the open for him to see and suddenly he wondered how comfortable he was with this. But he had paid for this time and he would go through with it.
Silently, he drew Greg back into the closet. He selected another set of silk pants and a tunic for Greg to wear, this time periwinkle blue. Obediently Greg slipped them on and followed Nick into the bedchamber. Nick threw off his robe and said, “Come here.”
Greg stood by the bed and Nick pulled him down onto the mattress, and into his arms. “Go to sleep.” Greg reached to put out the light.
~*~
Greg awoke next morning, confused as he felt himself being moved. By the time he came fully awake, he was standing, one wrist chained over his head, while Nick finished cuffing the other.
Nick walked in front of him and Greg smiled at him sleepily. “Hello, Nick,” he said.
“Call me Sir,” Nick admonished in a stern tone.
“Yes, Sir,” Greg said still smiling.
“Now, what am I going to do with you?” Nick pondered. He ran his hands over the companion, enjoying the feeling of the silky cloth over the firm muscles. “You look so luscious hanging there on display for me, a fine picture, beautiful and ready to serve me.”
“Thank you, Sir,” Greg said complacently, dropping his eyes.
“Why are you smirking?” Nick asked dangerously, leaning in so his breath hit Greg’s eyelashes.
“You seem more sure of what you want this morning, Sir.”
Nick shook his head. “You’re not a bit scared, are you? You don’t know what sick thing I might do to you.”
“You’ve never considered that I might enjoy whatever sick thing you want to do?”
“I am definitely going to have to teach you a lesson, you need to learn that slaves don’t talk back,” Nick murmured. He paused to admire his handiwork. Greg’s wrists were encased in heavy leather cuffs, suspended above his head from chains hanging from a hook in the ceiling. His feet were on the floor, but he was stretched; if Nick pushed against him, he would have to go up on his toes or rock backwards; he was completely at Nick’s mercy. And he would have to stay there however long Nick liked.
Nick turned to select a collar; he chose one of sturdy flat links of metal, with a brushed silvery finish. “This will look nice on you,” he said, putting it around Greg’s neck. Greg looked pleased, a proud little arch in his neck as he was collared.
“You like that?” Nick asked, quick to notice the expression.
“Yes, you’ve claimed me, Sir,” Greg answered.
Nick stood in front of the younger man, his fingers yearning to touch the smooth skin again. He slid his hands under the tunic top, caressing the young man’s torso, feeling the tremors that shook through his stretched muscles. His fingers went to Greg’s nipples, circling softly at first, then starting to pull and pinch them. Greg gasped and dropped his head back, whimpering softly as Nick pulled the ring, keeping just on the pleasure side of pain. He played with Greg’s nipples until the companion’s breath was ragged and he gasped convulsively for air, his cock tenting the silk pants and his hands clutching at the chains he was suspended from. Nick bent to suck the companion’s nipples through the silk, the sensation of the wet cloth and hot mouth causing Greg whimper quietly.
Finally Nick released him, well pleased with the results. He walked behind Greg and started to stroke his back, down to the subtle curve of his buttocks, smoothing circles around them until he dug his fingers in, moulding and kneading the taut muscles. He gripped Greg’s hips and stepped closer, slowly grinding his erect cock in the cleft between the delectable cheeks, one hand pinching a nipple through the wet cloth.
As he pushed, Greg rose up on his toes, his weight leaning forward on his wrists. Nick pulled back and Greg was forced to lean back against him. Nick dry humped him agonizingly slowly.
Greg twisted a bit in his restraints, gasping, his chest heaving. Nick smiled in satisfaction; his sub wasn’t quite so cocky now.
He stroked Greg’s ass with both hands, his fingers dipping closer to the cleft with every pass. Finally he allowed his fingers to dip into the crease, pushing the silk pants in. He left them wedged there, enjoying the sight of the cloth stretched tight over the roundness of the buttocks, knowing the sensation of the cloth rubbing his anus would stimulate Greg all the more.
He circled to face Greg again, enjoying the dazed look on his companion’s face. He kissed the younger man softly, then abruptly stepped away. He went to the cabinet for condoms and lube, aware of Greg’s eyes tracking his every move.
He stepped back behind the companion strung up by his wrists and pulled his silk pants down just enough to expose his ass, leaving his aching cock covered. Nick donned the condom, slicking himself up as he stepped closer, knowing that Greg could feel his erection bobbing behind him, brushing him with every movement Nick made.
“Do you remember what I told you last night?” Nick asked, almost musingly.
“Yes, Sir,” the companion whispered.
“Good.”
His strong hands pulled Greg’s cheeks apart and he watched the pulsing of the pink hole, knowing how aroused Greg was. His slick thumb slid over the entrance and sunk inside to the first knuckle. Nick chuckled as Greg gasped and his hips jerked. He smoothed lube around the entrance, massaging the skin to relax the younger man.
He slid inside in one smooth long stroke, burying himself to the balls, gasping at the tightness and heat. Gently he swung Greg from his wrists, pushing him away and then pulling his hips back to meet his.
Nick kept his thrusts achingly slow, knowing he was driving the companion crazy with the excruciatingly slow pace.
“How do you like that, boy?” Nick asked, moving a hand to turn Greg’s face so he could see it.
“It’s very good, Sir,” Greg gasped.
“Tell me you like it, tell me you want it,” Nick growled.
“I like it, I want it, Sir,” Greg whimpered.
“Would you like me to touch you?”
“Yes, please,” Greg pleaded.
“Only if you’re a good slave. Are you a good slave?”
“Yes Sir, I only want to please you, only you.”
Nick smiled and continued to inch himself in and out slowly until he himself could no longer stand the pace. He rocked the younger man, flexing his hips as they met with increasing force on every thrust, until he was fucking him wantonly. Roughly pushing inside him, Nick grabbed Greg’s cock, sliding his hand over the silk.
Greg moaned and twisted under his hand, trying to thrust but with no way to leverage his hips. Nick grasped him firmly around the waist with his free arm, continuing to work his cock until Greg was shaking in his arms. He whispered in Greg’s ear, “You may come,” and suddenly Greg was writhing, crying out with the intensity of his orgasm. Nick felt the warm dampness spread under his hand as Greg’s cum was caught in the silk.
Greg’s inner muscles clamped down with ferocious strength. The combination of Greg’s tightness and his own prolonged pleasure pushed Nick over the edge, and he held Greg in a grip of iron as he came. He bit down on the curve where Greg’s neck flowed into his back and held him steady as with one deep, final thrust, he achieved his release.
Greg’s head drooped forward limply as he gasped for breath in Nick’s arms. Nick feathered little open-mouthed kisses over the back of Greg’s neck, holding him until his legs stopped trembling.
He reached up to release the cuffs, catching Greg around the waist as his trembling legs gave way. Sweeping him up into his arms, he carried him to the couch against the wall and lowered him to it.
Greg opened his eyes with a sweet, satisfied smile and Nick bent to kiss him deeply.
~*~
Suddenly Nick was shaking and crying, cringing in Greg’s lap. Greg bent over him, gathering his lover into his tired arms.
“Baby, tell me, what is it?” he asked in some alarm.
“How can I do this to you?” Nick cried in anguish. “How can I hurt you?”
“You didn’t hurt me at all, babe,” Greg said reassuringly. He tilted Nick’s head up. “Look at me, I’m fine. Nothing hurts, not even a bruise.”
Nick just shook his head and sobbed even harder. “You don’t know…”
“Then tell me, you’re worrying me,” Greg begged, rocking the older man in his arms.
“I must be some kind of sick fuck to want to chain you up and just… fuck you like that,” Nick said angrily, springing to his feet and wiping away his tears.
“It’s just a game, Nicky.” Greg was getting seriously alarmed. “Calm down for me, babe, just breathe, come here.” He rose and wrapped his arms around Nick, drawing him back to the couch.
“I mean, would you say it was just a game if I came over to you with one of those whips?” Nick demanded.
“If you came near my ass with a whip, you’d be eating it, my love,” Greg smiled.
“But how can you trust me?”
“Lots of reasons, Nicky. Can you just calm down for me and listen?” Greg pulled Nick’s head to his shoulder and stroked his hair. “First of all, I trust me. I’m not going to let you hurt me or do something I wouldn’t like. And second of all, I trust you. I know you’re not going to hurt me; you’re a sweet, loving man.”
In a tone of utter exhaustion, Nick asked, “Then can you explain why I like to do this to you?”
“You like to dominate sometimes, Nicky, it’s a Y chromosome thing.” Greg noticed his lover’s wince at the word. “Just as sometimes I like to play submissive and please you. This is a game; it’s a place to play.”
“I don’t understand,” Nick sighed.
“One of the things I like about our relationship is that we don’t have defined roles; you’re the alpha top, I’m the bottom. We switch. As a matter of fact, I’m a charter member of the PBS.”
“Public Broadcasting System?” Nick asked blankly.
“Pushy Bottom Society,” Greg said dryly. “I top from the bottom all the time or hadn’t you noticed. And the bottom is always in charge; how fast, how hard.”
Numbly, Nick shook his head no. “How can you be sure I won’t hurt you?”
“Nicky, take a look at yourself. You stand up for justice; you have empathy for anyone who’s been a victim of crime.” Greg took a deep breath. He wasn’t sure Nick was ready but perhaps it was time for the big issues to come out of the closet. “You were a victim. You were hurt. You’re never going to victimize someone else, least of all me. You love me.”
For the first time, Nick’s eyes met Greg’s with something like hope flickering in the dark depths.
“But if I have you chained up like that, how could you prevent me… from doing… something?”
“I hate to spoil the illusion for you but the cuffs have safety releases. If you passed out from all the excitement, I wouldn’t just be hanging there, I would spring free, fetch water and bring you around; I would be a hero,” Greg said dramatically.
“Oh,” Nick said in a small voice.
“My shoulders are a little sore but no worse than when you make me do flies,” Greg said and laughed suddenly. “Hey, you never worry about being sadistic to me when you work me out at the gym.”
“But your fantasies are always so sweet and romantic. You like to do a lot of first time scenarios,” Nick pointed out.
“Well, we both have our issues. First times are mine. And not all of my fantasies have been candlelit romances; some of them have been pretty raw,” Greg said, and leaned closer to murmur, “And I have a lot more ideas that aren’t so pretty. Want to hear some of them?”
“Yeah, but not right now,” Nick said and pulled Greg closer. “How come you always know what to say to me?”
“I’m extremely smart and I have a Ph.D.-”
“You do not!”
“As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I have a Ph.D. in Nicholas Stokes.”
“And I like to…?”
“Say it, Nicky,” Greg commanded, with no hint of weakness in his voice.
Nick took a deep gulp of air. “Dominate?”
“It’s not that unusual, babe. Men like to do that,” Greg said calmly.
“You’re just so… casual about it,” Nick burst out.
“Sometimes I like to dominate you, remember the scene I set up at the sex store?” Greg pointed out. “Sometimes I like playing submissive and letting you order me around. They’re not loaded words for me, like they are for you.”
“When did you realize… this about me?”
Greg snorted. “Only the minute we met. You were always crowding me and touching me. You dominate physically, even though you aren’t aware you’re doing it.”
“And you don’t have a problem with it, you don’t feel… weird about being…” Nick paused and his eyes pleaded with Greg, but the younger man just waited. “Submissive?”
“I don’t want to be a slave or anything, but I don’t mind playing with it,” Greg said. “Role playing is about discovery and trust. If I didn’t trust you, we wouldn’t be playing like this. And if you didn’t trust me, you wouldn’t be able to tell me you want to do this. I don’t think less of you and I am NOT going to allow you to think less of yourself. Do you understand me?”
Nick nodded mutely and sat up a little straighter.
“Now that you understand why you’re doing this, I want you to enjoy it when we do it. Let yourself go, because,” Greg cupped Nick’s chin and kissed him, “You’re sure as hell not going to dominate me any other way.”
“Have I told you how much I love you?” Nick asked. He felt as if a giant weight had slipped off his shoulders and suddenly his mind was buzzing with ideas. Greg didn’t think he was a sick fuck and was practically giving Nick permission to play this out however he needed to.
“You do everyday, baby,” Greg murmured. “And I love you too, forever and always.”
“Tell me you love me in other languages,” Nick pleaded.
“Jeg elsker deg,” Greg whispered, and punctuated each language with a kiss. “Ich liebe dich, je t’aime, I love you.”
“Querido,” Nick responded. “Te amo.”
~*~
I love you = Jeg elsker deg (Norwegian) Ich liebe dich (German) Je t’aime. (French), Te amo (Spanish).
Thank you to dagrommer for the Norwegian.
Part 2: Greg
Gregos = Greg
Gilles = Grissom
Niko = Nick
Risto = Warrick
Elek = Ecklie
Gregos was one of many pupils of a wise philosopher named Gilles, who held classes under a tree. Many came to hear the philosopher speak, so it was a mixed group who gathered there. Gregos’ father was a rich man, so he had the luxury of schooling, but the philosopher let all pay what they could, so even boys of a poorer class could attend.
Gregos was much courted amongst the other boys, but he had never taken a lover. In fact, he was oblivious to the advances that were made to him, thinking it was merely an offer of friendship. When he went to class, he went to learn, not to flirt. Risto was his closest friend, a tall dark boy with piercing green eyes, beautiful and strong.
Until Niko came to class Gregos’ heart remained innocent and untouched. But the older boy’s burnished golden skin and perfect physique aroused his admiration and the boy’s quick wit and ready grasp impressed his intellect. Soon Gregos found himself trying to sit near Niko in the group, hoping to attract his attention.
For all the perfection of his body, Niko had one flaw; he limped grievously, unable to take part in running or other sport. He did join the wrestling at times, but even there his injury deterred him. He held himself apart from the other boys and Gregos wondered if that was because of his limp.
Gregos was a runner. Too slender for wrestling, his long legs and slim build were perfect for the track. He could run like the wind, besting taller and stronger boys who chased after him but could never catch him. His friend Risto was a wrestler. Gregos would watch with admiration as Risto bested all comers, his greater height and strength standing him in good stead in the ring.
Often after their exercise the two would wander to the river where the others were drawing water to sluice their bodies, before scraping down with a blunt wooden knife and oiling themselves with fragrant essences. Niko started to accompany them more often than not, speaking idly of the day’s lessons.
One day when Risto was not in class Gregos went for a run by himself. When he went to the river to clean himself, one of the larger boys in the class confronted him. Elek pushed him against a tree, holding him still with strong hands.
“Why do you think yourself too good to join with me, Gregos? You are nothing special.” the larger boy said angrily.
“I do not, I just don’t wish to!” Gregos pushed fruitlessly against the larger boy, but could not win his freedom. Elek lowered his head, seeking to kiss Gregos, who twisted and squirmed, turning his head away. To his relief, he was suddenly released and looked up to see Niko grabbing Elek by his chiton, hurling him to the ground.
“All this philosophy from the revered Gilles, and you still seek to lay with another against his will,” Niko demanded angrily. “Have you learned nothing?”
“He is beautiful,” Elek said sulkily, “And he will have none of us.”
“You are no better than an animal,” Niko retorted. “Would you feel proud if Gilles were to see you in such behaviour?”
“He? He never notices anything that goes on before his eyes,” Elek sneered, getting to his feet.
“Are you so certain of that?” came Gilles’ stern voice. Elek turned, blushing red with shame. “Come with me,” said Gilles and grabbed Elek painfully by the ear, leading him away in ignominy.
Nikos laughed to see it and Gregos smiled, realizing it was the first time he’d heard the older boy laugh. He admired the white teeth flashing in the golden face, troubled lines banished as he laughed lightheartedly. It was like the sun coming out from behind a cloud.
“I would wager he’ll not be bothering you again,” Niko said, turning back to Gregos, warmth kindling in his eyes.
“Thank you,” Gregos said softly. “I am not sure what would have happened had you not intervened,” he added bitterly.
“He would have dragged you into the bushes and taken you,” Niko said bluntly.
“How can you know that?” Greg was horrified and pale.
“’Tis what men do.” Niko shrugged and turned to go.
“Wait,” Gregos tried to stay him.
“Best not,” Niko hurled over his shoulder and limped away.
Thoughtfully Gregos continued to the stream where he cleansed himself without incident and went home.
When next he saw Risto, Gregos related the whole to him. Ristos was angered with Elek, but said, “You must thank Niko, it was a fine thing he did.”
“Let us invite him to dinner,” Gregos agreed eagerly. “My father will allow me to host a small gathering one night.”
“That would be appropriate,” Risto said. “Let’s go to his home and see if he will agree to come, for he keeps to himself. Perhaps he is conscious of his limp and thinks it puts people off.”
“Then we will show him it does not matter to us,” Gregos said stoutly. “Do you know where he lives?”
“Yes, for I heard him discuss it with Gilles one day,” Risto answered.
The two friends walked along the streets, dodging the numerous wagons and vendors, until they were in a rougher part of town.
“Are you sure this is where he lives?” Gregos asked.
Risto nodded. “I heard him name the street and inform Gilles that his home had a red door. Look, there it is.”
Gregos knocked on the door, which was answered by an older man who looked not like Niko at all. He could hear music and laughter inside, and worried that they had interrupted a party of some kind.
“I apologize for disturbing you,” Gregos began.
“Not at all,” the older man leered, “How can I interest you fine young gentlemen?”
“We would like to see Niko,” Gregos said.
“What, together? What a jolly idea!” exclaimed the man. “But come inside, where are my manners.” He drew Gregos inside and Risto stepped smartly after him. “Down that hall, the second door on the left,” the man pointed, laughing.
Gregos threw a confused glance at Risto who shrugged his bewilderment. They knocked at the indicated door, hearing a limping step approach from the other side.
Niko threw open the door and stood naked before them, his eyes smudged with kohl. When he saw who was there he tried to shut the door, but Risto leaned his hand upon it and held it open. Niko stood back and waved them into his room.
“I might have known I would one day entertain you two fine young men,” he sneered.
Gregos dragged his eyes up from the spectacular golden body; he had never seen anything as beautiful in all his seasons. “You are mistaken,” he said, “We came to invite you to an entertainment.”
“You did not bespeak my services?” Niko asked sternly.
“What services?” Gregos asked in bewilderment.
Risto said, “I am sorry, Niko, we should not have intruded on you at your home. We did not know.”
“I still do not know,” Gregos said. “What is all this?”
Niko stood proudly and said coldly, “This is a brothel. This is where I live and work. I am a slave.”
Gregos gasped. In his sheltered life, he had heard dimly of brothels but they were so far removed from him, he had never thought of them. His eyes filled with tears for his friend, but he knew better than to show his pity.
“I apologize,” he said stiffly. “Unwittingly I have trespassed against your pride and I would not if I had but known. We came merely to invite you to come to dinner with us, to thank you for aiding me with Elek.”
Niko’s gaze softened and he looked unsure.
“It’s true,” Risto said. “And we would enjoy your company very much if you would care to grace us with it.”
Niko turned from them, stifling a sob, until he could control his emotions. “I would be pleased to come to dinner, what evening?”
“We thought in three days, would that be agreeable?” Gregos asked timidly.
“Yes, I will be there. Where do you live?”
Gregos gave his direction and Risto said, “We will leave you now. Thank you.”
“No, I thank you,” was Niko’s heartfelt answer and he pressed both their hands, completely comfortable with his nakedness in front of their dress.
Not until they were again in the street did Gregos speak. “A slave! How can that be? His bearing is noble and his speech.”
“I am sure he was not born a slave. Perhaps he was taken in war,” Risto mused.
“But he is not older than you!” Gregos protested.
“That doesn’t matter, if my father went to war I would march at his side,” Risto said.
“I have never thought of that,” Gregos said in a troubled voice. “Perhaps I should start training?”
“I doubt they would give you a sword. Perhaps the bow and arrow,” suggested Risto. “Although it’s more likely they would make you a runner, you are so swift.”
Gregos shook his head, thoughts of a different life than the one he had always known crowding his head. “I wonder if he would tell us his story.”
“Best to respect his reserve,” Risto said and the two friends walked in silence. “No doubt that is why he limps; often they will sever a tendon to prevent a slave from running away. He is lucky they didn’t take his foot off. No doubt they did not wish to spoil his looks.”
On the appointed evening, Gregos hovered over his father’s servants, wanting to be sure all was perfect for his dinner. His heart fluttered and he hoped that Niko would not cry off. Risto was there, smiling knowingly at his young friend’s nervousness.
Presently a servant ushered Niko in, clad in a white chiton and a deep blue cloak, held at the throat with a gold pin in the shape of a grape leaf, a cluster of shining sapphires for grapes. He handed the cloak to the servant, thanking him graciously and came forward uncertainly.
Gregos’ eyes shone like stars as he welcomed his guest and Risto observed the signs with inward laughter. Seemingly his friend’s innocence would be at an end if Niko were similarly disposed.
As the dinner progressed the three friends grew more comfortable, the genuine liking from the other two overcoming Niko’s stiff pride and shame over his station in life. He found himself wanting to tell them his story, but knew not how to plunge into the tale of his degradation.
The hour grew late and Risto was feeling the wine. “I will take my leave of you, and I thank you,” he said formally to Gregos, who leaped up, hugging his tall friend with a smile.
Risto turned to Niko and hugged him too, to his surprise, and made his way to the door. Gregos followed, “Are you sure you wish to go? You could stay the night here.”
“It’s only a step to my home, you know well,” Risto said with a smile. “I will see you on the morrow.”
With a final hug, Gregos let him go and returned to the table where Niko still stood. “Would you like more wine… or anything?” he asked suddenly shy at being left with the older boy.
“I would like to kiss you,” Niko said boldly, but quaking inside.
Trembling, Gregos took a step closer and stood nervously, having no idea how to go about this.
Niko took him gently in his arms and lightly kissed his mouth, feeling the younger boy tremble in his arms.
Gregos felt the tongue probing his lips and wondered at it. Finally Niko pulled away and said, “When I kiss you, open your mouth.”
“Why?”
“You’ll see,” Niko laughed.
This time when they kissed, the younger boy opened his lips and Niko’s tongue darted between them to taste the honey sweet mouth he’d longed for. He deepened the kiss and felt Gregos’ hands come up, circling him, pressing him close with a strength and urgency that he had not expected.
Gregos was lost in the kiss, never in his short life had he felt anything to surpass this excitement. He shuddered at the thought that Elek might have stolen this first joy, grateful it was his to bestow upon this gleaming golden boy that he admired.
Niko pulled his mouth away with a long shuddering breath and laid his cheek against Gregos’. “Why do you want me?”
“You are beautiful to me, why would I not?” Gregos said, his voice trembling and unsure.
“Because I am a whore,” Niko said bitterly.
“You did not choose it.”
“How do you know that?” Niko pushed the younger boy away and held him at arm’s length, seeking the warm dark eyes in the candlelight.
“I know you. Your spirit is noble,” Gregos said simply.
“But my body is soiled,” Niko flung away from Gregos but crossed to the terrace rather than the door, much to Gregos’ relief.
“Your body may be enslaved, but your mind and soul are free. No one can own that,” Gregos said.
“You really do listen in class,” Niko said with a shaky laugh.
Gregos walked to Niko and held him from behind. “I am a very good student,” he purred insinuatingly.
“And you want me to teach you?”
Gregos nodded and Niko could feel it against his back. “Why?”
“Because I love you,” Gregos trembled as he made his admission.
Niko turned and searched the depths of the great dark eyes again. “You do,” he breathed. “I had thought that would never be my fate again.”
Gregos smiled sweetly and started backing along the stone terrace, drawing Niko with him. “Come with me?”
“Where are you taking me,” Niko said with a mischievous smile.
“My room, no one will disturb us there,” Gregos said.
Niko followed him to the small room that opened onto the common terrace, overlooking the hills green with olive trees.
Gregos stood trembling not knowing what to do.
“Do you want me to take you?” Niko whispered.
“I don’t know, is that what you wish?”
“I would like it more than anything,” Niko breathed.
“Then take me,” Gregos offered simply.
Niko released the girdle at Gregos waist and unclasped the brooches at his shoulders, allowing the chiton to fall to the floor at their feet. He had seen Gregos stripped for exercise, but it was different to see him thusly knowing he would soon take him.
Gregos was innocent of how his nakedness affected others and stood unselfconsciously under Niko’s gaze. The pale creamy skin glowed in the faint moonlight that poured through the open window almost as if he were lit from within, the pink nipples were begging to be kissed and his manhood was half hard in its nest of dark curls.
Niko raised his hands to stroke and caress his unexpected lover, running them over the slender, toned torso. He felt the tremors chase through Gregos’ body, knowing the boy was aroused for him, only him.
Gregos’ eyes were heavily lidded, his lashes drooped and his breath caught as he felt his lover’s hands touch him for the first time. He knew not what to ask for but he learned quickly; he released the older boy’s chiton, exposing perfect smooth skin to his delighted gaze. The glimpse he’d had of Niko at the brothel had haunted his dreams and since then often he woke sticky with seed that he released while sleeping.
Gregos took a step forward and ran his hands over the golden treasure of Niko’s skin. He stroked the perfect swell of muscles on Niko’s chest, pausing to roll the nipples between his fingers. He let his hands trail down the rippling muscles of Niko’s abdomen. He was too timid to touch the other boy’s sex, but he pulled him closer, gripping his cheeks.
Niko watched with tender eyes as the other boy explored his body for the first time, and looked up with wondering eyes. “You are so beautiful!” Gregos said softly. “I have never seen anyone as beautiful as you.”
“You are no less,” Niko said, “Your light shines like a beacon to me in the darkness, drawing me like a moth to a candle.”
“But you shine like the sun, all golden,” Gregos protested.
“And you are pure as silver,” Niko answered, pulling the younger boy closer. He took a step closer, drawing Gregos to him until their bare chests met, smiling as he heard the surprised gasp this wrenched from the younger boy. Gregos gasped again as he felt the silk of Niko’s hard length pressed against his own. Niko felt the younger boy’s knees give and clutched at him to hold him up.
“Kiss me,” Gregos whispered against Niko’s cheek. Niko turned his head and captured Gregos’ lips with his own for a sweet, lingering kiss.
His hands roamed over the slighter boy’s back, stroking from broad shoulders tapering to slender waist, dropping lower to caress the subtle curve of his backside.
Gregos wrapped his arms around Niko’s strong shoulders, swaying as the overwhelming sensation of the new caress crashed over him like a wave. He opened his eyes to the intense look of hunger in the deep beautiful eyes devouring him.
Niko slowly moved his hips against Gregos’s, relishing the little whimpering noises spilling from the younger boy’s lips. As Gregos’ legs threatened to buckle again, Niko drew him to the bed, gently lowering him to the mattress. He spread the younger boy’s legs and knelt between them, saying, “Watch me.”
Greg propped himself on his elbows, watching fascinated as Niko crawled up, kissing his way along the inside of the younger boy’s thighs. Gregos squirmed at the new sensations, his glowing eyes fixed on Niko with great solemnity, as if trying to memorize every move. Niko bypassed his sex and nibbled his way to Gregos’ nipples, sucking, biting and licking until Gregos fell back against the bed, whimpering, his hips rocking mindlessly.
Niko smiled and kissed his way back down the flat abdomen, sliding past the rigid cock to suck at the balls underneath. One hand caressed the head of Gregos’ cock while the other slid lower to tease the little pink opening. Gregos’s hand came down to twine in Niko’s hair as he emitted sexy little mewling sounds that thrilled the older boy and amused him tenderly.
He brought his hand to his mouth, wetting it thoroughly and began to work a finger into Gregos’ tight little opening. With a cry, the younger boy twisted helplessly; he was scared but it felt so good. Alternately clenching and opening, he let out another cry when he felt Niko’s hot, wet mouth surround his cock.
Suddenly his body froze and Niko looked up. Gregos’ soft cries and little whimpers died away, he stiffened, his eyes were glassy and dazed and then his hips started moving violently and he came, shooting his essence into Niko’s mouth, while the older boy’s finger wiggled further inside him.
Niko smiled at Gregos, licking his lips. “You taste sweet.”
Gregos smiled happily at him. “May I do that to you?”
“Perhaps later, little kitten,” Niko replied. He stroked Gregos’ inner passage marvelling at the tight silky feeling and the younger boy squirmed a bit.
“Does it hurt?” Niko asked.
“It feels odd, but good, I can’t really tell…” Gregos ventured. “What are you doing?”
“I am helping you to relax. I wish to take you,” Niko said with a smile. He worked another finger into the tight opening and felt Gregos shift restlessly and whimper.
“Shhh, shhh, my pretty, the pain passes,” Niko murmured. He stroked soothingly over Gregos’ belly and slowly the younger boy relaxed, opening a bit more.
“I will not lie to you; it will hurt a bit just at first,” Niko said, “If you’re afraid we don’t have to do this.”
Gregos looked into the older boy’s eyes, somehow knowing that if he made this gift to Niko it would salve some deep hurt in the older boy. Coupled with his desire to belong to the golden boy, it made his decision easy; he could bear a little pain in order to have this joining he so longed for come to pass.
“I want you,” Gregos said and he reached a hand to caress Niko’s cheek. Brown eyes smiled into brown and two hearts beat as one for a moment.
Niko continued to stroke Gregos soothingly without and within. He inched another finger in, noting the wince that passed quickly over the face of the younger boy. Gregos pulled at Niko until he was within his reach and leaned to kiss him, his hand stroking the older boy’s erect sex until he too whimpered and writhed.
“I must take you now!” Niko said urgently. He looked around wildly, and dipped his fingers into the oil lamp standing unlit by the bed, oiling his cock in haste.
Gregos nodded and opened his legs wider, welcoming the warm weight of the other boy between his silky thighs. Niko heaved a little sigh of relief and slid into the other boy, gasping at the heat of the narrow sheath.
Gregos bit his lip, suppressing his cry of pain, but he could not repress the tears that ran down his cheek at the moment he was breached for the first time. Niko noticed and he paused, kissing Gregos’ face frantically, trying both to dry his tears and distract him. His mouth met Gregos’ and they kissed deep and slow, as infinitesimally, he felt his lover relax under him.
Slowly, with great care, Niko slid further inside the younger boy, taking his time although it was torture; he wanted nothing more than to slam his hips to the hilt, till he was buried in the tight heat.
A cry of joy burst from Gregos, he felt as if the pain had turned to liquid gold within him, filling him with a pleasure he had never imagined. Niko smiled at him, relieved beyond measure that he was bringing delight in place of pain. He was encouraged to feel Gregos lift his hips, raising himself to meet the slow thrusts.
He took his time and brought all the art of his unwanted profession to bear, seducing Gregos with gentle movements and subtle grace, until they rocked together. He thrust ever deeper, feeling closer to this young boy than he’d ever felt in any encounter. He almost cried with happiness when Gregos lifted his legs, wrapping them tightly around Niko’s waist, pulling at his hips as if to force him deeper, while his slender arms clung to strong shoulders with all his might.
“You feel so good,” Niko crooned, “My love, my little one…” He thrust harder and faster while Gregos clung to him in ecstasy, pleasure filling him from within, his cock harder than he’d ever felt it before.
As Niko panted, striving intent on his release, Gregos felt the first waves of his climax wash over him, stealing his sight and hearing. It was almost as if he floated on a cloud of sensation, completely given over to the pleasure washing over him, irresistible and unknowable.
“Oh, gods!” he cried out, arching helplessly under the older boy, his shaft giving up his essence, splashing hot pearls over his stomach and chest.
Niko slid in and out of his young lover’s body, driving deep until he found his own release, spending deep inside Gregos with a great cry. His movements stilled and he laid his head upon Gregos’ chest, listening to the beating of his heart.
“Did you mean it?” Gregos asked at last.
“What?” Niko asked, though he knew what Gregos spoke of.
“When you said… my love?”
“It doesn’t matter, I am not free to love whom I choose,” Niko said in a casual tone, hoping to shield his deeper emotions from exposure.
“But… do you love me?” Gregos asked again, his voice pleading and anxious.
After a pause, Niko said, “No.”
Gregos sucked in a breath painfully and said nothing more. Slowly Niko withdrew his softening cock and dressed himself, without looking at the younger boy on the bed.
“Thank you,” came Gregos’ soft voice.
Niko looked quickly at him, but Gregos looked down, his eyes veiled. Niko shook his head sadly and walked to the door. He looked back once at the slender form turned away on the bed, his heart breaking. He walked out the door, shutting it softly behind him.
He stood with his back pressed to the door and slow tears fell as he remembered saying he would not lie to Gregos. He heard a muffled sob through the door and his agony deepened. He could not leave Gregos like this. He opened the door quietly to see Gregos curled into a ball, his shoulders shaking with his tears.
In two steps he was by the younger boy’s side, gathering Gregos into a protective embrace, rocking him as he said, “I cannot lie to you, I do love you, with all my heart.”
Gregos flung his arms around Niko, crushing him tightly to his chest. “Don’t leave me.”
“I cannot promise you anything, Gregos, I am not free.”
“I just want to know that you love me,” Gregos whimpered.
“I do,” Niko said in exhaustion.
“And I love you,” Gregos said with glowing eyes.
~*~
“What the fuck was that about, Greg?” Nick demanded.
Greg lay curled on the bed and didn’t answer. Nick pulled him up.
“You’re crying! Why did you do this? What did this prove?” He gathered Greg into a protective embrace, rocking him.
“Who hurt you?” Nick asked more quietly. “Talk to me.”
“I guess…” Greg gave a deep sigh. “I just wish my first time had been different.”
“Did this remind you…?”
“Not exactly,” Greg said evasively. “It’s like, I can’t really go back and change it, but when we play I can make it be however I want.”
“And is this healing you or are you just picking the scab open and bleeding all over again?” Nick asked with a dangerous note in his voice. “Because I want no part in hurting you over and over again.”
“Nicky, no!” Greg looked him in eyes for the first time and raised his hand to caress Nick’s cheek. “This is so great, you have no idea… You’re so gentle when you take me and walk me through it. But the fact that you came back and tell me you love me… it makes it all okay.”
“Are you sure?” Nick’s voice softened and he pulled Greg’s hand to his mouth, kissing the palm.
“Yeah, you make me feel… valuable,” Greg said. “I wasn’t crying because I was upset, it’s just so wonderful to know you love me.”
“And you’re gonna tell me about it someday, right?” Nick pushed a little harder.
“Yes, I will,” Greg’s voice sounded more confident now.
“Then I guess I’m willing to pop your cherry as often as you want,” Nick smirked.
Greg giggled and pushed at his boyfriend. “Silly fuck! So noble of you to sacrifice yourself!”
“Hey, it’s a thrill to me too! What man doesn’t want to go boldly where no man-”
“No Star Trek in bed or I’m gonna think I’m with Archie!” Greg teased.
“I’ll show you who you’re with!”
Nick started tickling him and Greg promptly folded himself into a little ball, squealing and rolling to get away, ruing the day Nick found out he was ticklish. Nick relented and pulled him close for a kiss.
“Te amo,” he murmured.
“Jeg elsker deg,” Greg sighed and kissed him back.
Authors: catlover2x and fred_bear aka jennybel75
Chapter: 13 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: Silk and steel, philosophy and love.
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!
A/N II: D/s but no Nicks or Gregs were harmed in the writing of this story. Part A is dedicated to Little Minx.
X-posted at csi_slash and nerdswithbadges
Part A: Nick
Nick packed his overnight bag with a few extras just to be on the safe side. Handcuffs along with extra underwear, you could never tell. He got into his truck for the short drive. He had tonight and tomorrow off, and he wasn’t on call. In fact, he’d told Grissom he would be out of town, so he was free to turn off his cell and pager, knowing that for 24 hours at least, he was going to get what he’d always wanted.
Lady Heather greeted him with her usual dignity and grace, no hint of judgment in her unfathomable eyes. She offered him a glass of wine and he accepted it, happy to tantalize himself just a little further, prolonging the moment when he would be face to face with his secret desire.
“Mr. Stokes,” Lady Heather began.
“Call me Nick,” he smiled at her.
“Call me Lady Heather.” She said mockingly and smiled back. “Are you ready to meet your companion for the next night and day?”
“Is that what you call them?”
“You may call him whatever you wish, I assure you he will answer,” she said, amusement tugging at her lovely lips. “Slave, toy, pet, companion. This is your fantasy.”
Nick nodded.
“I think you’ll be pleased with him, if not, do not hesitate to inform me. You are paying for the best and you deserve it.”
She clapped her hands and a young woman dressed demurely in a trim business suit appeared.
“Rose, please show Mr. Stokes to his room.”
Nick followed the young woman, his heart beating fast, trying not to allow the excitement and anticipation show on his face. She led him up a flight of stairs, saying, “All the rooms are sound-proofed and fully equipped. If you wish for food or drink to be delivered, press the green button and a servant will take your order. If there is something missing that you would wish for, the green button will bring someone to take your order. On behalf of Lady Heather, enjoy your time here.”
She unlocked the door and swung it open. Drawing a deep breath, Nick stepped inside to confront his innermost desires.
~*~
Nick stepped inside and dropped his bag. A slender figure sat on the window seat looking out. When he heard the door, he turned his head, deep brown eyes regarding Nick with a steady gaze.
“Hello,” the young man said with a slight smile.
Nick slowly walked closer, his heart was beating so loud that he hoped the other man could not hear it. Lady Heather must have been inside his head to have provided someone so perfect in every way. Nick could not have requested all the particulars because he didn’t know himself exactly what he wanted but this, this young man was so beautiful, Nick had never dreamed he would see someone who embodied his dreams to perfection.
Dark spiky hair, fashionably mussed, long slender limbs and body, pale creamy skin practically glowing against the dark jewel tones in which the room was decorated. A beautiful face with a perfect classic nose, pink curved lips that Nick instantly pictured stretched open to receive his aching cock, but it was the eyes that were the ultimate killer. Deep pools of molten dark chocolate, fringed with long sooty lashes, making them look both sinful yet innocent, seductive but with a hint of laughter. And if he was willing to bend to Nick’s will in every way, then this was his fantasy come true.
“What’s your name?”
“Greg.”
The young man stood up. He was wearing loose silk pants with a matching tunic of shimmery aqua. The silk set off his skin and made his pallor more enticing, contrasting nicely with his dark hair and eyes.
“What would you like me to call you? Your name? Someone else’s? Master? Sir?” The luscious lips curved upward as if the young man liked what he saw.
“You may call me Nick.”
“Nick.”
The young man’s eyes remained fixed on Nick’s while the older man circled his companion.
“Why haven’t you dropped your eyes?” Nick asked curiously.
“You haven’t told me to; if that’s what you wish…” Greg left his sentence hanging there.
“So if I told you to kneel…?”
“Would you like me to?” Greg asked with a smirk.
“You’re not wearing a collar either,” Nick pointed out.
“If I wore one when you arrived, it would imply that I served someone else, wouldn’t it… Nick?”
“You’re kind of mouthy for a sub, aren’t you?” Nick was amused. “It makes me want to teach you a lesson.”
“I’m sure you know how to rein me in,” Greg replied with an indulgent smile. “But you like me like this, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Nick replied thoughtfully, thinking of other subs who hadn’t challenged him enough. “Yes, you’re smart and interesting. I like that, but it doesn’t change who’s in charge.”
“Would you like to put a collar on me? There’s plenty to choose from, or cuffs, through that door.” Greg nodded toward the nearest door.
“What’s through there?” Nick pointed at another door.
“The bathroom. I can draw you a bath or start a shower for you. We can shower together or I can wash you if you prefer.”
“No, thank you. I had a shower before I came,” Nick replied.
“I hope you’ll be coming a lot,” Greg teased.
Nick stretched a hand toward the young man, lifting his chin. Greg looked straight into his eyes with the same lazy amusement. Nick wondered what it would take to wipe the amusement off that lovely face, what it would look like contorted with passion.
He stroked down the slender throat, cupping the angular shoulder and moved down to caress the chest hidden under the silk top. His hand paused when he felt something hard at the nipple.
“Take the top off,” he commanded.
Immediately Greg lifted his arms, raising the top over his head, leaving him wearing only the low-slung silk pants which were hanging dangerously from his hipbones. Nick realized the hard thing he’d felt was a gold nipple ring and was instantly fascinated by it.
Grasping it between thumb and forefinger, he tugged lightly, then caressed the nipple. Leaning forward, he took it, ring and all into his mouth, teasing and flicking the ring until he heard a gasp from his companion.
He looked up, pleased to see that the amused look was becoming a bit strained and the brown eyes had glazed over with the stimulation.
“Could I make you cum just through playing with you like this?” His hand crept up to the other nipple and gave it a pinch, then stroked the aureole softly.
His breath coming quicker, Greg fought for the control to answer his new master. “It’s been done,” was his cryptic reply.
“Hmm,” Nick said thoughtfully. That argued an elevated level of sensitivity and he would enjoy allowing his companion to cum only when he permitted it. He ran his hands down the young man’s sides.
“You are satin and silk and all things smooth and lovely aren’t you?” he murmured. Looking up he noticed he had at last startled the companion out of his usual sangfroid, but the surprise only lasted a moment.
“You’re an unusual man,” Greg said.
“Really? Why?”
“Usually I would be in a collar and cuffs already, perhaps on my knees, certainly submitting to your every command,” Greg said with the same secret smile lurking on his lips.
Nick smiled back. “I’d rather surprise you,” he smirked.
His hands roamed lower, circling to cup rounded buttocks in his palms, rubbing lightly, noticing the companion’s breath coming a little quicker now, but he stood still, allowing Nick to explore his body at will.
Nick walked to the bed and piled pillows at the head. He turned to his companion and said, “Please sit down against the pillows.”
Promptly, Greg obeyed, leaning back against the pillows, leaving his hands by his sides.
“Spread your legs.”
When the companion widened his legs, Nick sat on the bed facing him. Almost experimentally, he ran his hand down the toned chest, flat belly and felt for the hardness that lay beneath the silk pants. A slight hiss and a movement of his hips was the only response from the companion.
Nick continued to stroke him, thoughtfully watching the young man’s face; it was flushed now and the delicious lips were parted slightly, with just a hint of pink tongue showing.
“Don’t cum until I tell you to,” Nick ordered, his hand slowly stroking the hard shaft.
Greg answered with a slightly breathless quality to his voice. “Yes, Nick.” His hands clenched as he fought his rising arousal.
Finally Nick stopped touching him. “Pull down your pants so I can see you.”
Greg lifted his hips and pulled his pants down to his thighs.
“Stroke yourself,” Nick commanded.
Greg’s slender hand went to his cock, stroking gracefully but slowly.
“Play with your balls, so I can see it.”
Greg spread his legs as well as he was able, still trapped in his pants and with his other hand fondled his balls, occasionally pulling on them to quell his intense desire to cum. The other man’s gaze flicked between his hands working himself and his face; it was terribly exciting to the companion to watch Nick’s arousal as he touched himself so intimately.
Nick’s pants were feeling tighter, almost painful, but he wouldn’t touch himself until he’d watched his companion cum. He waited but Greg seemed able to control and prolong his pleasure, so he finally said, “Cum for me.”
“Where would you like me to shoot, Nick?” Greg’s voice was rough with his effort to control himself.
“On your stomach. Don’t make a sound while you do it.” Nick kept his face impassive but he wanted to laugh gleefully at the look of dismay that flashed briefly through Greg’s eyes.
The younger man took his bottom lip between his teeth, his brow knit with the effort to keep from calling out and came spectacularly over his chest and stomach in complete silence.
Nick sniffed the scent of sex delicately. He wanted nothing more than to lick the cum off the young man’s enticing body but couldn’t decide whether it would undermine his control.
“The hell with it,” he said out loud and leaned forward to drag his tongue over the slender muscles and ivory skin.
Greg’s eyes flew open in surprise and he watched, his cock stirring again, as Nick licked him clean.
Nick stood up, his bulge obvious under his jeans. “On your knees!” he ordered.
Greg stood, pulling his pants up again, without an explicit order he deemed it best to return himself to his original condition. He knelt compliantly in front of Nick, looking up straight into his eyes.
“Suck me off,” Nick demanded, “And don’t spill a drop.”
Greg smiled; his nimble fingers undid Nick’s jeans, pulling them down along with his boxer briefs for access. His pink tongue flicked over his lips before he licked the head of Nick’s erection. He closed his eyes and swirled his tongue over Nick’s cock as if it was the best thing he had tasted in his entire life.
“Take me, now,” Nick ordered impatiently.
Greg opened his mouth and slowly, tantalizingly, took Nick deeply inside the wet heat, relaxing his throat to swallow his length.
Nick gasped and dropped his head back, swaying at the sudden sensation, his hips flexing. His fingers threaded through Greg’s hair, holding him in place. Greg’s hands fondled Nick’s balls and pressed on his perineum, varying the rhythm and pressure. His mouth was open and inviting, the curved lips looking even prettier than Nick had imagined stretched around his cock.
“Fuck, yeah,” Nick sighed as the talented mouth sucked and licked and nibbled, alternating with deep throat action. He rocked his hips faster; finally face-fucking Greg until he felt he was right on the edge. “I’m coming,” he announced. Greg sucked harder until he felt the salty sweet essence hit the back of his throat and he swallowed greedily, allowing Nick to remain in his mouth until the last of the tremors had passed. Remaining on his knees, he licked Nick clean gently until the older man pulled away from him.
Nick staggered to the bed and flopped back on it, breathing heavily. Greg turned to face him, remaining kneeling.
“Fuck,” Nick said. “That may have been the best blow job of my entire life.”
“Thank you very much, Nick, I enjoyed it too,” Greg said with a smile.
Nick eyed him speculatively, as if wondering what to require of him next. “Get me some water.”
Greg rose fluidly to his feet and walked to a small, concealed refrigerator, extracting a chilled bottle of water. He handed it to Nick, who twisted the cap off and drank quickly.
“So you’ll do whatever I ask?”
“For 24 hours, I’m yours, to do with as you please,” Greg answered.
“You’ll tell me you love me?”
“In other languages even,” Greg smirked.
“Sarcastic little prick,” Nick muttered. “Are you thirsty?”
“Yes, Nick,” Greg answered.
Nick handed him the bottle. “This is an order. If you’re thirsty or hungry, let me know, okay?”
“Okay.” Greg lifted the bottle and drank while Nick stared, mesmerized at the muscles working in the smooth, slender throat.
“I think maybe it’s time for that shower.” Nick stretched and sighed. He stood up and touched the younger man, unable to resist the creamy skin, while Greg stood submissively, allowing Nick’s hands to wander. Nick poured the rest of the chilled water over the nipple with the ring, watching the delicate shiver that shook Greg’s body as the nub hardened.
Nick smiled, then took his clothes off, tossing them casually on the floor as he walked to the shower. He looked back to see the companion pick up every item, folding them neatly and placing them on a chair.
“Come here, I want you to wash me,” Nick ordered.
Greg hurried into the bathroom with a huge smile. “All right!”
Nick laughed. “You seem pretty happy about it.”
“You’re very beautiful,” Greg said. “You could be a companion yourself. It’s not often…”
“Not often?” Nick prompted.
“Never mind, we aren’t allowed to talk about other clients. Not that I want to,” Greg said. He started the shower. “How do you like it, Nick?”
“Hot,” Nick said and then smiled. Some like it hot, indeed.
“Would you care to test the water, Nick, and see if it’s to your preference?” Greg asked.
Nick stuck his hand in. “It’s fine,” he said and, taking a firm grasp on Greg’s arm, pulled him into the shower, watching as the water soaked his silk pants until they were practically transparent and clinging to his slender form.
“Clean me up,” he said briefly.
Greg picked up a washcloth and soaped it, creating a rich lather. Slowly, sensuously, he smoothed the washcloth over Nick’s body as if worshipping the golden skin and rippling muscles. He lingered over every inch, his attention completely absorbed in the physical beauty of the older man. He soaped down Nick’s back, paying particular attention to the perfectly formed globes of his ass, down the muscled legs to shapely feet.
Nick turned around and lifted Greg’s chin with a finger. The startled brown eyes looked straight into his. “I missed you,” Nick said softly and Greg smiled.
For the first time, Nick took Greg’s mouth, probing his lips until the younger man allowed his tongue to slide in. With a sigh, Greg melted into the kiss, giving himself completely into the other man’s control as Nick’s tongue thrust deeply. Nick kissed him hard, then softened the kiss, making it lush and languorous. The two men stood under the water, kissing until his hardening cock reminded Nick that there were other delights yet to come.
“Strip!”
Greg acquiesced instantly, struggling to free himself from the clingy silk. At last he was naked and awaited the next command.
Nick yanked him closer and soaped the young man’s hands, pressing their warm bodies together. He wrapped Greg’s hand around both their cocks, pressing it with his own. “Cum with me,” he said briefly and watched the younger man’s face as he struggled to gauge Nick’s arousal, timing it with his own.
It took only a few minutes, between their naked bodies pressed tightly together, the warm water, and the stimulation, both men were thrashing and moving against each other, caught in the throes of their orgasm.
Nick had not commanded silence this time and he was astounded at the younger man’s vocal strength as he cried out with ecstasy; it heightened his own pleasure and he decided that he would not require silence the next time he permitted the companion to achieve his release.
When they left the shower, Greg dried Nick with a towel and helped him into a lush robe provided before they walked back into the bedchamber.
“Where do you sleep?” Nick asked.
“Wherever you wish,” Greg said smoothly. “I can sleep with you or on the floor, or in the next room…”
Nick took his hand and opened the door. They were in a large walk in closet. “You would sleep in the closet?”
“If you like,” smirked Greg in amusement. “But there’s another room beyond this.”
Nick took in the crowded racks; dresses, miniskirts, lingerie. He moved the hangers to find a cop uniform, some rubber catsuits, corsets, slacks, jeans, cowboy boots, and more silk pants and tunics.
“Something for every taste,” Greg pointed out.
“You would wear this?” Nick asked, fingering a corset.
“Certainly, if you like,” Greg answered happily. “With stockings. And heels.”
“Maybe another time,” Nick murmured. He glanced up, noticing Greg’s eyes lit with pleasure as if he too were looking forward to another time with his new client.
“I would like that, Nick,” he said. “May I show you the other room?”
Nick nodded and Greg walked to the end of the closet, opening another door.
Nick gasped as Greg switched on the light. Whips, paddles, a bench, a frame, a swing, other items that Nick didn’t even recognize. On one section of the wall, hooks held a variety of collars and cuffs, ranging from heavy leather to beautifully and intricately worked chains. He restrained his hand; he wanted to reach for his cock. It was a shock to see all this in spite of the fact that he’d requested it; his desires were out in the open for him to see and suddenly he wondered how comfortable he was with this. But he had paid for this time and he would go through with it.
Silently, he drew Greg back into the closet. He selected another set of silk pants and a tunic for Greg to wear, this time periwinkle blue. Obediently Greg slipped them on and followed Nick into the bedchamber. Nick threw off his robe and said, “Come here.”
Greg stood by the bed and Nick pulled him down onto the mattress, and into his arms. “Go to sleep.” Greg reached to put out the light.
~*~
Greg awoke next morning, confused as he felt himself being moved. By the time he came fully awake, he was standing, one wrist chained over his head, while Nick finished cuffing the other.
Nick walked in front of him and Greg smiled at him sleepily. “Hello, Nick,” he said.
“Call me Sir,” Nick admonished in a stern tone.
“Yes, Sir,” Greg said still smiling.
“Now, what am I going to do with you?” Nick pondered. He ran his hands over the companion, enjoying the feeling of the silky cloth over the firm muscles. “You look so luscious hanging there on display for me, a fine picture, beautiful and ready to serve me.”
“Thank you, Sir,” Greg said complacently, dropping his eyes.
“Why are you smirking?” Nick asked dangerously, leaning in so his breath hit Greg’s eyelashes.
“You seem more sure of what you want this morning, Sir.”
Nick shook his head. “You’re not a bit scared, are you? You don’t know what sick thing I might do to you.”
“You’ve never considered that I might enjoy whatever sick thing you want to do?”
“I am definitely going to have to teach you a lesson, you need to learn that slaves don’t talk back,” Nick murmured. He paused to admire his handiwork. Greg’s wrists were encased in heavy leather cuffs, suspended above his head from chains hanging from a hook in the ceiling. His feet were on the floor, but he was stretched; if Nick pushed against him, he would have to go up on his toes or rock backwards; he was completely at Nick’s mercy. And he would have to stay there however long Nick liked.
Nick turned to select a collar; he chose one of sturdy flat links of metal, with a brushed silvery finish. “This will look nice on you,” he said, putting it around Greg’s neck. Greg looked pleased, a proud little arch in his neck as he was collared.
“You like that?” Nick asked, quick to notice the expression.
“Yes, you’ve claimed me, Sir,” Greg answered.
Nick stood in front of the younger man, his fingers yearning to touch the smooth skin again. He slid his hands under the tunic top, caressing the young man’s torso, feeling the tremors that shook through his stretched muscles. His fingers went to Greg’s nipples, circling softly at first, then starting to pull and pinch them. Greg gasped and dropped his head back, whimpering softly as Nick pulled the ring, keeping just on the pleasure side of pain. He played with Greg’s nipples until the companion’s breath was ragged and he gasped convulsively for air, his cock tenting the silk pants and his hands clutching at the chains he was suspended from. Nick bent to suck the companion’s nipples through the silk, the sensation of the wet cloth and hot mouth causing Greg whimper quietly.
Finally Nick released him, well pleased with the results. He walked behind Greg and started to stroke his back, down to the subtle curve of his buttocks, smoothing circles around them until he dug his fingers in, moulding and kneading the taut muscles. He gripped Greg’s hips and stepped closer, slowly grinding his erect cock in the cleft between the delectable cheeks, one hand pinching a nipple through the wet cloth.
As he pushed, Greg rose up on his toes, his weight leaning forward on his wrists. Nick pulled back and Greg was forced to lean back against him. Nick dry humped him agonizingly slowly.
Greg twisted a bit in his restraints, gasping, his chest heaving. Nick smiled in satisfaction; his sub wasn’t quite so cocky now.
He stroked Greg’s ass with both hands, his fingers dipping closer to the cleft with every pass. Finally he allowed his fingers to dip into the crease, pushing the silk pants in. He left them wedged there, enjoying the sight of the cloth stretched tight over the roundness of the buttocks, knowing the sensation of the cloth rubbing his anus would stimulate Greg all the more.
He circled to face Greg again, enjoying the dazed look on his companion’s face. He kissed the younger man softly, then abruptly stepped away. He went to the cabinet for condoms and lube, aware of Greg’s eyes tracking his every move.
He stepped back behind the companion strung up by his wrists and pulled his silk pants down just enough to expose his ass, leaving his aching cock covered. Nick donned the condom, slicking himself up as he stepped closer, knowing that Greg could feel his erection bobbing behind him, brushing him with every movement Nick made.
“Do you remember what I told you last night?” Nick asked, almost musingly.
“Yes, Sir,” the companion whispered.
“Good.”
His strong hands pulled Greg’s cheeks apart and he watched the pulsing of the pink hole, knowing how aroused Greg was. His slick thumb slid over the entrance and sunk inside to the first knuckle. Nick chuckled as Greg gasped and his hips jerked. He smoothed lube around the entrance, massaging the skin to relax the younger man.
He slid inside in one smooth long stroke, burying himself to the balls, gasping at the tightness and heat. Gently he swung Greg from his wrists, pushing him away and then pulling his hips back to meet his.
Nick kept his thrusts achingly slow, knowing he was driving the companion crazy with the excruciatingly slow pace.
“How do you like that, boy?” Nick asked, moving a hand to turn Greg’s face so he could see it.
“It’s very good, Sir,” Greg gasped.
“Tell me you like it, tell me you want it,” Nick growled.
“I like it, I want it, Sir,” Greg whimpered.
“Would you like me to touch you?”
“Yes, please,” Greg pleaded.
“Only if you’re a good slave. Are you a good slave?”
“Yes Sir, I only want to please you, only you.”
Nick smiled and continued to inch himself in and out slowly until he himself could no longer stand the pace. He rocked the younger man, flexing his hips as they met with increasing force on every thrust, until he was fucking him wantonly. Roughly pushing inside him, Nick grabbed Greg’s cock, sliding his hand over the silk.
Greg moaned and twisted under his hand, trying to thrust but with no way to leverage his hips. Nick grasped him firmly around the waist with his free arm, continuing to work his cock until Greg was shaking in his arms. He whispered in Greg’s ear, “You may come,” and suddenly Greg was writhing, crying out with the intensity of his orgasm. Nick felt the warm dampness spread under his hand as Greg’s cum was caught in the silk.
Greg’s inner muscles clamped down with ferocious strength. The combination of Greg’s tightness and his own prolonged pleasure pushed Nick over the edge, and he held Greg in a grip of iron as he came. He bit down on the curve where Greg’s neck flowed into his back and held him steady as with one deep, final thrust, he achieved his release.
Greg’s head drooped forward limply as he gasped for breath in Nick’s arms. Nick feathered little open-mouthed kisses over the back of Greg’s neck, holding him until his legs stopped trembling.
He reached up to release the cuffs, catching Greg around the waist as his trembling legs gave way. Sweeping him up into his arms, he carried him to the couch against the wall and lowered him to it.
Greg opened his eyes with a sweet, satisfied smile and Nick bent to kiss him deeply.
~*~
Suddenly Nick was shaking and crying, cringing in Greg’s lap. Greg bent over him, gathering his lover into his tired arms.
“Baby, tell me, what is it?” he asked in some alarm.
“How can I do this to you?” Nick cried in anguish. “How can I hurt you?”
“You didn’t hurt me at all, babe,” Greg said reassuringly. He tilted Nick’s head up. “Look at me, I’m fine. Nothing hurts, not even a bruise.”
Nick just shook his head and sobbed even harder. “You don’t know…”
“Then tell me, you’re worrying me,” Greg begged, rocking the older man in his arms.
“I must be some kind of sick fuck to want to chain you up and just… fuck you like that,” Nick said angrily, springing to his feet and wiping away his tears.
“It’s just a game, Nicky.” Greg was getting seriously alarmed. “Calm down for me, babe, just breathe, come here.” He rose and wrapped his arms around Nick, drawing him back to the couch.
“I mean, would you say it was just a game if I came over to you with one of those whips?” Nick demanded.
“If you came near my ass with a whip, you’d be eating it, my love,” Greg smiled.
“But how can you trust me?”
“Lots of reasons, Nicky. Can you just calm down for me and listen?” Greg pulled Nick’s head to his shoulder and stroked his hair. “First of all, I trust me. I’m not going to let you hurt me or do something I wouldn’t like. And second of all, I trust you. I know you’re not going to hurt me; you’re a sweet, loving man.”
In a tone of utter exhaustion, Nick asked, “Then can you explain why I like to do this to you?”
“You like to dominate sometimes, Nicky, it’s a Y chromosome thing.” Greg noticed his lover’s wince at the word. “Just as sometimes I like to play submissive and please you. This is a game; it’s a place to play.”
“I don’t understand,” Nick sighed.
“One of the things I like about our relationship is that we don’t have defined roles; you’re the alpha top, I’m the bottom. We switch. As a matter of fact, I’m a charter member of the PBS.”
“Public Broadcasting System?” Nick asked blankly.
“Pushy Bottom Society,” Greg said dryly. “I top from the bottom all the time or hadn’t you noticed. And the bottom is always in charge; how fast, how hard.”
Numbly, Nick shook his head no. “How can you be sure I won’t hurt you?”
“Nicky, take a look at yourself. You stand up for justice; you have empathy for anyone who’s been a victim of crime.” Greg took a deep breath. He wasn’t sure Nick was ready but perhaps it was time for the big issues to come out of the closet. “You were a victim. You were hurt. You’re never going to victimize someone else, least of all me. You love me.”
For the first time, Nick’s eyes met Greg’s with something like hope flickering in the dark depths.
“But if I have you chained up like that, how could you prevent me… from doing… something?”
“I hate to spoil the illusion for you but the cuffs have safety releases. If you passed out from all the excitement, I wouldn’t just be hanging there, I would spring free, fetch water and bring you around; I would be a hero,” Greg said dramatically.
“Oh,” Nick said in a small voice.
“My shoulders are a little sore but no worse than when you make me do flies,” Greg said and laughed suddenly. “Hey, you never worry about being sadistic to me when you work me out at the gym.”
“But your fantasies are always so sweet and romantic. You like to do a lot of first time scenarios,” Nick pointed out.
“Well, we both have our issues. First times are mine. And not all of my fantasies have been candlelit romances; some of them have been pretty raw,” Greg said, and leaned closer to murmur, “And I have a lot more ideas that aren’t so pretty. Want to hear some of them?”
“Yeah, but not right now,” Nick said and pulled Greg closer. “How come you always know what to say to me?”
“I’m extremely smart and I have a Ph.D.-”
“You do not!”
“As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I have a Ph.D. in Nicholas Stokes.”
“And I like to…?”
“Say it, Nicky,” Greg commanded, with no hint of weakness in his voice.
Nick took a deep gulp of air. “Dominate?”
“It’s not that unusual, babe. Men like to do that,” Greg said calmly.
“You’re just so… casual about it,” Nick burst out.
“Sometimes I like to dominate you, remember the scene I set up at the sex store?” Greg pointed out. “Sometimes I like playing submissive and letting you order me around. They’re not loaded words for me, like they are for you.”
“When did you realize… this about me?”
Greg snorted. “Only the minute we met. You were always crowding me and touching me. You dominate physically, even though you aren’t aware you’re doing it.”
“And you don’t have a problem with it, you don’t feel… weird about being…” Nick paused and his eyes pleaded with Greg, but the younger man just waited. “Submissive?”
“I don’t want to be a slave or anything, but I don’t mind playing with it,” Greg said. “Role playing is about discovery and trust. If I didn’t trust you, we wouldn’t be playing like this. And if you didn’t trust me, you wouldn’t be able to tell me you want to do this. I don’t think less of you and I am NOT going to allow you to think less of yourself. Do you understand me?”
Nick nodded mutely and sat up a little straighter.
“Now that you understand why you’re doing this, I want you to enjoy it when we do it. Let yourself go, because,” Greg cupped Nick’s chin and kissed him, “You’re sure as hell not going to dominate me any other way.”
“Have I told you how much I love you?” Nick asked. He felt as if a giant weight had slipped off his shoulders and suddenly his mind was buzzing with ideas. Greg didn’t think he was a sick fuck and was practically giving Nick permission to play this out however he needed to.
“You do everyday, baby,” Greg murmured. “And I love you too, forever and always.”
“Tell me you love me in other languages,” Nick pleaded.
“Jeg elsker deg,” Greg whispered, and punctuated each language with a kiss. “Ich liebe dich, je t’aime, I love you.”
“Querido,” Nick responded. “Te amo.”
~*~
I love you = Jeg elsker deg (Norwegian) Ich liebe dich (German) Je t’aime. (French), Te amo (Spanish).
Thank you to dagrommer for the Norwegian.
Part 2: Greg
Gregos = Greg
Gilles = Grissom
Niko = Nick
Risto = Warrick
Elek = Ecklie
Gregos was one of many pupils of a wise philosopher named Gilles, who held classes under a tree. Many came to hear the philosopher speak, so it was a mixed group who gathered there. Gregos’ father was a rich man, so he had the luxury of schooling, but the philosopher let all pay what they could, so even boys of a poorer class could attend.
Gregos was much courted amongst the other boys, but he had never taken a lover. In fact, he was oblivious to the advances that were made to him, thinking it was merely an offer of friendship. When he went to class, he went to learn, not to flirt. Risto was his closest friend, a tall dark boy with piercing green eyes, beautiful and strong.
Until Niko came to class Gregos’ heart remained innocent and untouched. But the older boy’s burnished golden skin and perfect physique aroused his admiration and the boy’s quick wit and ready grasp impressed his intellect. Soon Gregos found himself trying to sit near Niko in the group, hoping to attract his attention.
For all the perfection of his body, Niko had one flaw; he limped grievously, unable to take part in running or other sport. He did join the wrestling at times, but even there his injury deterred him. He held himself apart from the other boys and Gregos wondered if that was because of his limp.
Gregos was a runner. Too slender for wrestling, his long legs and slim build were perfect for the track. He could run like the wind, besting taller and stronger boys who chased after him but could never catch him. His friend Risto was a wrestler. Gregos would watch with admiration as Risto bested all comers, his greater height and strength standing him in good stead in the ring.
Often after their exercise the two would wander to the river where the others were drawing water to sluice their bodies, before scraping down with a blunt wooden knife and oiling themselves with fragrant essences. Niko started to accompany them more often than not, speaking idly of the day’s lessons.
One day when Risto was not in class Gregos went for a run by himself. When he went to the river to clean himself, one of the larger boys in the class confronted him. Elek pushed him against a tree, holding him still with strong hands.
“Why do you think yourself too good to join with me, Gregos? You are nothing special.” the larger boy said angrily.
“I do not, I just don’t wish to!” Gregos pushed fruitlessly against the larger boy, but could not win his freedom. Elek lowered his head, seeking to kiss Gregos, who twisted and squirmed, turning his head away. To his relief, he was suddenly released and looked up to see Niko grabbing Elek by his chiton, hurling him to the ground.
“All this philosophy from the revered Gilles, and you still seek to lay with another against his will,” Niko demanded angrily. “Have you learned nothing?”
“He is beautiful,” Elek said sulkily, “And he will have none of us.”
“You are no better than an animal,” Niko retorted. “Would you feel proud if Gilles were to see you in such behaviour?”
“He? He never notices anything that goes on before his eyes,” Elek sneered, getting to his feet.
“Are you so certain of that?” came Gilles’ stern voice. Elek turned, blushing red with shame. “Come with me,” said Gilles and grabbed Elek painfully by the ear, leading him away in ignominy.
Nikos laughed to see it and Gregos smiled, realizing it was the first time he’d heard the older boy laugh. He admired the white teeth flashing in the golden face, troubled lines banished as he laughed lightheartedly. It was like the sun coming out from behind a cloud.
“I would wager he’ll not be bothering you again,” Niko said, turning back to Gregos, warmth kindling in his eyes.
“Thank you,” Gregos said softly. “I am not sure what would have happened had you not intervened,” he added bitterly.
“He would have dragged you into the bushes and taken you,” Niko said bluntly.
“How can you know that?” Greg was horrified and pale.
“’Tis what men do.” Niko shrugged and turned to go.
“Wait,” Gregos tried to stay him.
“Best not,” Niko hurled over his shoulder and limped away.
Thoughtfully Gregos continued to the stream where he cleansed himself without incident and went home.
When next he saw Risto, Gregos related the whole to him. Ristos was angered with Elek, but said, “You must thank Niko, it was a fine thing he did.”
“Let us invite him to dinner,” Gregos agreed eagerly. “My father will allow me to host a small gathering one night.”
“That would be appropriate,” Risto said. “Let’s go to his home and see if he will agree to come, for he keeps to himself. Perhaps he is conscious of his limp and thinks it puts people off.”
“Then we will show him it does not matter to us,” Gregos said stoutly. “Do you know where he lives?”
“Yes, for I heard him discuss it with Gilles one day,” Risto answered.
The two friends walked along the streets, dodging the numerous wagons and vendors, until they were in a rougher part of town.
“Are you sure this is where he lives?” Gregos asked.
Risto nodded. “I heard him name the street and inform Gilles that his home had a red door. Look, there it is.”
Gregos knocked on the door, which was answered by an older man who looked not like Niko at all. He could hear music and laughter inside, and worried that they had interrupted a party of some kind.
“I apologize for disturbing you,” Gregos began.
“Not at all,” the older man leered, “How can I interest you fine young gentlemen?”
“We would like to see Niko,” Gregos said.
“What, together? What a jolly idea!” exclaimed the man. “But come inside, where are my manners.” He drew Gregos inside and Risto stepped smartly after him. “Down that hall, the second door on the left,” the man pointed, laughing.
Gregos threw a confused glance at Risto who shrugged his bewilderment. They knocked at the indicated door, hearing a limping step approach from the other side.
Niko threw open the door and stood naked before them, his eyes smudged with kohl. When he saw who was there he tried to shut the door, but Risto leaned his hand upon it and held it open. Niko stood back and waved them into his room.
“I might have known I would one day entertain you two fine young men,” he sneered.
Gregos dragged his eyes up from the spectacular golden body; he had never seen anything as beautiful in all his seasons. “You are mistaken,” he said, “We came to invite you to an entertainment.”
“You did not bespeak my services?” Niko asked sternly.
“What services?” Gregos asked in bewilderment.
Risto said, “I am sorry, Niko, we should not have intruded on you at your home. We did not know.”
“I still do not know,” Gregos said. “What is all this?”
Niko stood proudly and said coldly, “This is a brothel. This is where I live and work. I am a slave.”
Gregos gasped. In his sheltered life, he had heard dimly of brothels but they were so far removed from him, he had never thought of them. His eyes filled with tears for his friend, but he knew better than to show his pity.
“I apologize,” he said stiffly. “Unwittingly I have trespassed against your pride and I would not if I had but known. We came merely to invite you to come to dinner with us, to thank you for aiding me with Elek.”
Niko’s gaze softened and he looked unsure.
“It’s true,” Risto said. “And we would enjoy your company very much if you would care to grace us with it.”
Niko turned from them, stifling a sob, until he could control his emotions. “I would be pleased to come to dinner, what evening?”
“We thought in three days, would that be agreeable?” Gregos asked timidly.
“Yes, I will be there. Where do you live?”
Gregos gave his direction and Risto said, “We will leave you now. Thank you.”
“No, I thank you,” was Niko’s heartfelt answer and he pressed both their hands, completely comfortable with his nakedness in front of their dress.
Not until they were again in the street did Gregos speak. “A slave! How can that be? His bearing is noble and his speech.”
“I am sure he was not born a slave. Perhaps he was taken in war,” Risto mused.
“But he is not older than you!” Gregos protested.
“That doesn’t matter, if my father went to war I would march at his side,” Risto said.
“I have never thought of that,” Gregos said in a troubled voice. “Perhaps I should start training?”
“I doubt they would give you a sword. Perhaps the bow and arrow,” suggested Risto. “Although it’s more likely they would make you a runner, you are so swift.”
Gregos shook his head, thoughts of a different life than the one he had always known crowding his head. “I wonder if he would tell us his story.”
“Best to respect his reserve,” Risto said and the two friends walked in silence. “No doubt that is why he limps; often they will sever a tendon to prevent a slave from running away. He is lucky they didn’t take his foot off. No doubt they did not wish to spoil his looks.”
On the appointed evening, Gregos hovered over his father’s servants, wanting to be sure all was perfect for his dinner. His heart fluttered and he hoped that Niko would not cry off. Risto was there, smiling knowingly at his young friend’s nervousness.
Presently a servant ushered Niko in, clad in a white chiton and a deep blue cloak, held at the throat with a gold pin in the shape of a grape leaf, a cluster of shining sapphires for grapes. He handed the cloak to the servant, thanking him graciously and came forward uncertainly.
Gregos’ eyes shone like stars as he welcomed his guest and Risto observed the signs with inward laughter. Seemingly his friend’s innocence would be at an end if Niko were similarly disposed.
As the dinner progressed the three friends grew more comfortable, the genuine liking from the other two overcoming Niko’s stiff pride and shame over his station in life. He found himself wanting to tell them his story, but knew not how to plunge into the tale of his degradation.
The hour grew late and Risto was feeling the wine. “I will take my leave of you, and I thank you,” he said formally to Gregos, who leaped up, hugging his tall friend with a smile.
Risto turned to Niko and hugged him too, to his surprise, and made his way to the door. Gregos followed, “Are you sure you wish to go? You could stay the night here.”
“It’s only a step to my home, you know well,” Risto said with a smile. “I will see you on the morrow.”
With a final hug, Gregos let him go and returned to the table where Niko still stood. “Would you like more wine… or anything?” he asked suddenly shy at being left with the older boy.
“I would like to kiss you,” Niko said boldly, but quaking inside.
Trembling, Gregos took a step closer and stood nervously, having no idea how to go about this.
Niko took him gently in his arms and lightly kissed his mouth, feeling the younger boy tremble in his arms.
Gregos felt the tongue probing his lips and wondered at it. Finally Niko pulled away and said, “When I kiss you, open your mouth.”
“Why?”
“You’ll see,” Niko laughed.
This time when they kissed, the younger boy opened his lips and Niko’s tongue darted between them to taste the honey sweet mouth he’d longed for. He deepened the kiss and felt Gregos’ hands come up, circling him, pressing him close with a strength and urgency that he had not expected.
Gregos was lost in the kiss, never in his short life had he felt anything to surpass this excitement. He shuddered at the thought that Elek might have stolen this first joy, grateful it was his to bestow upon this gleaming golden boy that he admired.
Niko pulled his mouth away with a long shuddering breath and laid his cheek against Gregos’. “Why do you want me?”
“You are beautiful to me, why would I not?” Gregos said, his voice trembling and unsure.
“Because I am a whore,” Niko said bitterly.
“You did not choose it.”
“How do you know that?” Niko pushed the younger boy away and held him at arm’s length, seeking the warm dark eyes in the candlelight.
“I know you. Your spirit is noble,” Gregos said simply.
“But my body is soiled,” Niko flung away from Gregos but crossed to the terrace rather than the door, much to Gregos’ relief.
“Your body may be enslaved, but your mind and soul are free. No one can own that,” Gregos said.
“You really do listen in class,” Niko said with a shaky laugh.
Gregos walked to Niko and held him from behind. “I am a very good student,” he purred insinuatingly.
“And you want me to teach you?”
Gregos nodded and Niko could feel it against his back. “Why?”
“Because I love you,” Gregos trembled as he made his admission.
Niko turned and searched the depths of the great dark eyes again. “You do,” he breathed. “I had thought that would never be my fate again.”
Gregos smiled sweetly and started backing along the stone terrace, drawing Niko with him. “Come with me?”
“Where are you taking me,” Niko said with a mischievous smile.
“My room, no one will disturb us there,” Gregos said.
Niko followed him to the small room that opened onto the common terrace, overlooking the hills green with olive trees.
Gregos stood trembling not knowing what to do.
“Do you want me to take you?” Niko whispered.
“I don’t know, is that what you wish?”
“I would like it more than anything,” Niko breathed.
“Then take me,” Gregos offered simply.
Niko released the girdle at Gregos waist and unclasped the brooches at his shoulders, allowing the chiton to fall to the floor at their feet. He had seen Gregos stripped for exercise, but it was different to see him thusly knowing he would soon take him.
Gregos was innocent of how his nakedness affected others and stood unselfconsciously under Niko’s gaze. The pale creamy skin glowed in the faint moonlight that poured through the open window almost as if he were lit from within, the pink nipples were begging to be kissed and his manhood was half hard in its nest of dark curls.
Niko raised his hands to stroke and caress his unexpected lover, running them over the slender, toned torso. He felt the tremors chase through Gregos’ body, knowing the boy was aroused for him, only him.
Gregos’ eyes were heavily lidded, his lashes drooped and his breath caught as he felt his lover’s hands touch him for the first time. He knew not what to ask for but he learned quickly; he released the older boy’s chiton, exposing perfect smooth skin to his delighted gaze. The glimpse he’d had of Niko at the brothel had haunted his dreams and since then often he woke sticky with seed that he released while sleeping.
Gregos took a step forward and ran his hands over the golden treasure of Niko’s skin. He stroked the perfect swell of muscles on Niko’s chest, pausing to roll the nipples between his fingers. He let his hands trail down the rippling muscles of Niko’s abdomen. He was too timid to touch the other boy’s sex, but he pulled him closer, gripping his cheeks.
Niko watched with tender eyes as the other boy explored his body for the first time, and looked up with wondering eyes. “You are so beautiful!” Gregos said softly. “I have never seen anyone as beautiful as you.”
“You are no less,” Niko said, “Your light shines like a beacon to me in the darkness, drawing me like a moth to a candle.”
“But you shine like the sun, all golden,” Gregos protested.
“And you are pure as silver,” Niko answered, pulling the younger boy closer. He took a step closer, drawing Gregos to him until their bare chests met, smiling as he heard the surprised gasp this wrenched from the younger boy. Gregos gasped again as he felt the silk of Niko’s hard length pressed against his own. Niko felt the younger boy’s knees give and clutched at him to hold him up.
“Kiss me,” Gregos whispered against Niko’s cheek. Niko turned his head and captured Gregos’ lips with his own for a sweet, lingering kiss.
His hands roamed over the slighter boy’s back, stroking from broad shoulders tapering to slender waist, dropping lower to caress the subtle curve of his backside.
Gregos wrapped his arms around Niko’s strong shoulders, swaying as the overwhelming sensation of the new caress crashed over him like a wave. He opened his eyes to the intense look of hunger in the deep beautiful eyes devouring him.
Niko slowly moved his hips against Gregos’s, relishing the little whimpering noises spilling from the younger boy’s lips. As Gregos’ legs threatened to buckle again, Niko drew him to the bed, gently lowering him to the mattress. He spread the younger boy’s legs and knelt between them, saying, “Watch me.”
Greg propped himself on his elbows, watching fascinated as Niko crawled up, kissing his way along the inside of the younger boy’s thighs. Gregos squirmed at the new sensations, his glowing eyes fixed on Niko with great solemnity, as if trying to memorize every move. Niko bypassed his sex and nibbled his way to Gregos’ nipples, sucking, biting and licking until Gregos fell back against the bed, whimpering, his hips rocking mindlessly.
Niko smiled and kissed his way back down the flat abdomen, sliding past the rigid cock to suck at the balls underneath. One hand caressed the head of Gregos’ cock while the other slid lower to tease the little pink opening. Gregos’s hand came down to twine in Niko’s hair as he emitted sexy little mewling sounds that thrilled the older boy and amused him tenderly.
He brought his hand to his mouth, wetting it thoroughly and began to work a finger into Gregos’ tight little opening. With a cry, the younger boy twisted helplessly; he was scared but it felt so good. Alternately clenching and opening, he let out another cry when he felt Niko’s hot, wet mouth surround his cock.
Suddenly his body froze and Niko looked up. Gregos’ soft cries and little whimpers died away, he stiffened, his eyes were glassy and dazed and then his hips started moving violently and he came, shooting his essence into Niko’s mouth, while the older boy’s finger wiggled further inside him.
Niko smiled at Gregos, licking his lips. “You taste sweet.”
Gregos smiled happily at him. “May I do that to you?”
“Perhaps later, little kitten,” Niko replied. He stroked Gregos’ inner passage marvelling at the tight silky feeling and the younger boy squirmed a bit.
“Does it hurt?” Niko asked.
“It feels odd, but good, I can’t really tell…” Gregos ventured. “What are you doing?”
“I am helping you to relax. I wish to take you,” Niko said with a smile. He worked another finger into the tight opening and felt Gregos shift restlessly and whimper.
“Shhh, shhh, my pretty, the pain passes,” Niko murmured. He stroked soothingly over Gregos’ belly and slowly the younger boy relaxed, opening a bit more.
“I will not lie to you; it will hurt a bit just at first,” Niko said, “If you’re afraid we don’t have to do this.”
Gregos looked into the older boy’s eyes, somehow knowing that if he made this gift to Niko it would salve some deep hurt in the older boy. Coupled with his desire to belong to the golden boy, it made his decision easy; he could bear a little pain in order to have this joining he so longed for come to pass.
“I want you,” Gregos said and he reached a hand to caress Niko’s cheek. Brown eyes smiled into brown and two hearts beat as one for a moment.
Niko continued to stroke Gregos soothingly without and within. He inched another finger in, noting the wince that passed quickly over the face of the younger boy. Gregos pulled at Niko until he was within his reach and leaned to kiss him, his hand stroking the older boy’s erect sex until he too whimpered and writhed.
“I must take you now!” Niko said urgently. He looked around wildly, and dipped his fingers into the oil lamp standing unlit by the bed, oiling his cock in haste.
Gregos nodded and opened his legs wider, welcoming the warm weight of the other boy between his silky thighs. Niko heaved a little sigh of relief and slid into the other boy, gasping at the heat of the narrow sheath.
Gregos bit his lip, suppressing his cry of pain, but he could not repress the tears that ran down his cheek at the moment he was breached for the first time. Niko noticed and he paused, kissing Gregos’ face frantically, trying both to dry his tears and distract him. His mouth met Gregos’ and they kissed deep and slow, as infinitesimally, he felt his lover relax under him.
Slowly, with great care, Niko slid further inside the younger boy, taking his time although it was torture; he wanted nothing more than to slam his hips to the hilt, till he was buried in the tight heat.
A cry of joy burst from Gregos, he felt as if the pain had turned to liquid gold within him, filling him with a pleasure he had never imagined. Niko smiled at him, relieved beyond measure that he was bringing delight in place of pain. He was encouraged to feel Gregos lift his hips, raising himself to meet the slow thrusts.
He took his time and brought all the art of his unwanted profession to bear, seducing Gregos with gentle movements and subtle grace, until they rocked together. He thrust ever deeper, feeling closer to this young boy than he’d ever felt in any encounter. He almost cried with happiness when Gregos lifted his legs, wrapping them tightly around Niko’s waist, pulling at his hips as if to force him deeper, while his slender arms clung to strong shoulders with all his might.
“You feel so good,” Niko crooned, “My love, my little one…” He thrust harder and faster while Gregos clung to him in ecstasy, pleasure filling him from within, his cock harder than he’d ever felt it before.
As Niko panted, striving intent on his release, Gregos felt the first waves of his climax wash over him, stealing his sight and hearing. It was almost as if he floated on a cloud of sensation, completely given over to the pleasure washing over him, irresistible and unknowable.
“Oh, gods!” he cried out, arching helplessly under the older boy, his shaft giving up his essence, splashing hot pearls over his stomach and chest.
Niko slid in and out of his young lover’s body, driving deep until he found his own release, spending deep inside Gregos with a great cry. His movements stilled and he laid his head upon Gregos’ chest, listening to the beating of his heart.
“Did you mean it?” Gregos asked at last.
“What?” Niko asked, though he knew what Gregos spoke of.
“When you said… my love?”
“It doesn’t matter, I am not free to love whom I choose,” Niko said in a casual tone, hoping to shield his deeper emotions from exposure.
“But… do you love me?” Gregos asked again, his voice pleading and anxious.
After a pause, Niko said, “No.”
Gregos sucked in a breath painfully and said nothing more. Slowly Niko withdrew his softening cock and dressed himself, without looking at the younger boy on the bed.
“Thank you,” came Gregos’ soft voice.
Niko looked quickly at him, but Gregos looked down, his eyes veiled. Niko shook his head sadly and walked to the door. He looked back once at the slender form turned away on the bed, his heart breaking. He walked out the door, shutting it softly behind him.
He stood with his back pressed to the door and slow tears fell as he remembered saying he would not lie to Gregos. He heard a muffled sob through the door and his agony deepened. He could not leave Gregos like this. He opened the door quietly to see Gregos curled into a ball, his shoulders shaking with his tears.
In two steps he was by the younger boy’s side, gathering Gregos into a protective embrace, rocking him as he said, “I cannot lie to you, I do love you, with all my heart.”
Gregos flung his arms around Niko, crushing him tightly to his chest. “Don’t leave me.”
“I cannot promise you anything, Gregos, I am not free.”
“I just want to know that you love me,” Gregos whimpered.
“I do,” Niko said in exhaustion.
“And I love you,” Gregos said with glowing eyes.
~*~
“What the fuck was that about, Greg?” Nick demanded.
Greg lay curled on the bed and didn’t answer. Nick pulled him up.
“You’re crying! Why did you do this? What did this prove?” He gathered Greg into a protective embrace, rocking him.
“Who hurt you?” Nick asked more quietly. “Talk to me.”
“I guess…” Greg gave a deep sigh. “I just wish my first time had been different.”
“Did this remind you…?”
“Not exactly,” Greg said evasively. “It’s like, I can’t really go back and change it, but when we play I can make it be however I want.”
“And is this healing you or are you just picking the scab open and bleeding all over again?” Nick asked with a dangerous note in his voice. “Because I want no part in hurting you over and over again.”
“Nicky, no!” Greg looked him in eyes for the first time and raised his hand to caress Nick’s cheek. “This is so great, you have no idea… You’re so gentle when you take me and walk me through it. But the fact that you came back and tell me you love me… it makes it all okay.”
“Are you sure?” Nick’s voice softened and he pulled Greg’s hand to his mouth, kissing the palm.
“Yeah, you make me feel… valuable,” Greg said. “I wasn’t crying because I was upset, it’s just so wonderful to know you love me.”
“And you’re gonna tell me about it someday, right?” Nick pushed a little harder.
“Yes, I will,” Greg’s voice sounded more confident now.
“Then I guess I’m willing to pop your cherry as often as you want,” Nick smirked.
Greg giggled and pushed at his boyfriend. “Silly fuck! So noble of you to sacrifice yourself!”
“Hey, it’s a thrill to me too! What man doesn’t want to go boldly where no man-”
“No Star Trek in bed or I’m gonna think I’m with Archie!” Greg teased.
“I’ll show you who you’re with!”
Nick started tickling him and Greg promptly folded himself into a little ball, squealing and rolling to get away, ruing the day Nick found out he was ticklish. Nick relented and pulled him close for a kiss.
“Te amo,” he murmured.
“Jeg elsker deg,” Greg sighed and kissed him back.