Title: The Great Boating Adventure
By: it-glitters
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Summary: One shot. So once upon a time... actually, October, I was part of a group discussion on the 'turkey slap'. I then proceeded to go to the lake with my family, and at the time I had promised Kennedy something fluffy... Anyway, this is what happened. I literally wrote this on a boat, with my family.

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Greg had been begging Nick to take him to Lake Mead for weeks, but they never could swing a day off together. And, in all honesty, Nick wasn't sure he wanted to go. But, in the end, they had gotten a day off together and Nick, somewhat reluctantly, had agreed.

Greg was jubilant. He had already called ahead and reserved a little speedboat, although the reservation was completely unnecessary as they were going on a Tuesday morning in October. It would be perfect for the two of them.

Nick put on his happy face, he knew that this was important to Greg.

They got to the lake just after dawn, which was hard, considering they had just worked all night, but they didn't care. Nick drove to the dock and Greg gleefully leapt out of the truck and went directly to the rental shed before Nick could even fully stop.

"Dammit, Greg!" Nick called after him. Nick parked the car and fought the urge to throttle Greg as he met up with him at the rental window.

"Here you are. Mr. Sanders," the woman at the window said as she handed Greg the key. A tinge of jealousy swept through Nick when he realized that the woman wasn't just being polite, she was flirting with Greg... his Greg. He grabbed Greg by the shoulders a little more roughly then intended; he had seen the change in Greg's posture that meant Greg was about to flirt back.

"Let's go," Nick growled, his mouth a little closer to Greg's ear than normal. Greg instinctualy grabbed Nick's hand and gave it a squeeze and then let go again. He had gotten Nick's message.

Greg started down intently at the number on the key ring. It wasn't just because he needed a constant reminder that their boat was in slot 34, but more that he didn't want to look Nick in the eyes. It wasn't as if Greg feared Nick, it was just that he knew for a fact that Nick didn't appreciate him flirting when he was around. It was a subtle agreement that they had. Their time was theirs alone when they got it. The rest of the time, Nick could have cared less who Greg flirted with, because Greg always came home with him.

Greg swung his bag into the boat. Nick was still a few steps behind him. The water was choppy, so Greg stumbled as he tried to get into the boat.  Nick placed a gentle hand on Greg's back to steady him. Then Greg turned and helped Nick onto the little boat, and all it took was one look for Greg to know that he had been forgiven.

"Thanks," Greg said softly.

"No worries," Nick said as he stroked Greg's arm gently. He looked around; at seven on a Tuesday morning the dock was nearly empty. "Come on, G. Let's see the sights."

Greg jumped behind the wheel and Nick said a silent prayer, hoping that Greg actually knew how to steer the vessel.

"Nick? Untie us and give us a gentle push, would you?"

Nick gave him a smirk. "Why do I have to do it?"

"Because I have to drive! I can't drive and push at the same time." Greg paused for a moment and then added, "Asshole."

Nick looked up long enough to stick his tongue out before pushing them off. "You love it."

"I do not!" Greg pouted as he pulled the boat out of the marina.

"Stop being a baby, Baby, and let's go!"

Greg pushed the throttle forward and let the engine roar to life. The start was rough and Nick found himself seriously eyeing the life jackets, but he didn't want to hurt Greg's feelings.

Nick sat in one of the seats in the bow, just to the front and left of Greg in the driver's seat. It was windy and Nick stared warily out at the choppy lake. He knew that Greg would want to take the boat as fast as he could.  Nick instantly regretted his decision to sit in the front - he wished that he had chosen one of the seats in the middle, near Greg, or perhaps on of the snug little seats in the stern. He gripped the safety rail and waited for the boat to level out. At least in the bow he would have good warning about whether or not he would have to jump out.

"Don't give me that look, Stokes!" Greg yelled over the engine. "Just relax and enjoy!"

Nick smiled to himself before glancing over his shoulder to look at Greg. Greg was beaming, his light hair flying around his face, his eyes masked by dark sunglasses.

They hit the first big wave and the boat seemed to leap out from under Nick. He screamed and Greg laughed.

"Greg! Slow... the fuck..." Nick held his breath as the little boat skidded over another wave. "DOWN!" he finished once he was safely in his seat again.

"I'll slow down if you promise to blow me!" Greg yelled as he careened into another wave.

"Greg! No! This ride isn't going to be any better if I blow you while you drive!" Nick's eyes were locked forward to where the wind seemed to turn the lake into a raging ocean. Greg was heading right to the biggest of the breaks.

"I'm saying we pull into a little cove and you suck on my little buddy." Greg paused. "And you must call me Captain Sanders!"

Nick shot him a horrified look. "What?"

The waves were closer and Greg only seemed to be speeding up.

"Nicky," Greg cooed. "We're going awfully fast..."

Nick looked to the wave and then to Greg. And then back at the wave. He swallowed hard. "I would gladly blow you, my captain!" he yelled as loudly as he could.

Greg sniggered and cut the engine. "Why Mr. Stokes, how did I know you'd acquiesce to my oh so polite request?" he said in a mock Southern accent.

Nick gritted his teeth. "I will fucking end you," he growled slowly.

"You mean you're going to fuck my end?"

Nick was about to grab Greg when he punched the throttle again, sending Nick tumbling back into his seat. Nick sat up and straightened his sunglasses. He was content to enjoy the sights while he plotted his revenge.

....

The lake was nearly empty, just as Greg had expected it to be on a Tuesday morning in October. It might be Nevada, but on the water it was still cold.

They were speeding to the center of the empty lake when Nick decided it was time to exact his revenge.  He gave one quick look around, unzipped his pants, pulled out his dick and started to stroke. It took Greg nearly four minutes (Nick had counted) to notice that Nick was sitting less then two feet away, jerking himself off. Greg nearly lost control of the boat. It was his turned to be shocked.

"What are you doing?" Greg yelled, either unwilling or unable to stop the boat.

"Thinking about your tight asshole!" Nick yelled back, surprising even himself with such a lewd comment.  There was something about being alone on a lake where they didn't have to think about every move they made and how it could be interrupted that made Nick feel free to pull out his cock and just start stroking away. It took a moment, but Greg finally started to slow down.

"Don't you dare," Nick told him. "Find a fucking cove. Now!"

Greg licked his lips and shoved on the throttle as he tried to remain focused on the water and not the fact that his boyfriend was jerking off right in front of him.

Another boat could be heard in the distance. As it approached, Nick laid the morning newspaper over his lap and waved. Greg stared forward and tried to position his arm so that, in the slim chance that the other people could see something, they wouldn't see that he was hard.

Thankfully, there was a secluded cove around the bend. Greg cut the engine and the wind immediately died down. He was thankful for the cove's geography. Years of erosion created immense rock cliffs that surrounded them and were too high and out of the way for anyone to be hiking on. The neck of the cove was narrow, but opened up into its own private pond. The only thing that they had to worry about was their moans echoing off the cliffs.

Once they were out of plain sight, Nick stripped and stood in the front of the boat with his leaking cock in on hand.Greg made sure that they were far enough from the shore before dropping to his knees in front of Nick. Greg opened his mouth wide and tried to take on Nick's waving cock. Instead, Nick tapped Greg's face with his dick and laughed as Greg nearly fell over trying to get it in his mouth while the boat rocked.

"No. Strip - I want you bent over the front of this boat... Captain." Nick smirked and watched possessively as Greg tore off his clothes and kneeled on the front seat. He faced away from Nick and leaned over the bow - gently parting his cheeks and exposing his asshole to Nick.

"Please tell me you brought lube," Nick whispered. The only thing even vaguely like lube on the boat was sunscreen.

Greg wiggled his ass a little. "I was hoping we'd use it. Front pocket of my backpack. Always prepared."

"Sure, sure, Mr. Eagle Scout."

"Captain," Greg corrected him.

"Captain," Nick repeated as he pushed a lubed thumb into Greg. "Captain's on his knees, Captain likes getting fucked," Nick whispered fiercely as he started to roll Greg's balls in his fingers. "You like getting fucked, Captain?"

Greg whimpered and whispered a weak, "Yes," as Nick withdrew his thumb. Nick poured the rest of the lube from the small packet and over his cock before pulling Greg's hips towards his own and impaling him in one swift motion.

Greg moaned and threw his head back as the boat started to rock in time with Nick's thrusts. Greg had no choice but to hold on to the safety rail and let Nick fuck him senseless.

Nick lifted one foot onto the seat - he hadn't expected that fucking on a boat would be so tricky.

He grabbed Greg's thick shaft with one hand and tried to brace his weight with the other. He was close as he started to rub his fingers over the head of Greg's cock, letting the pre-cum smooth his strokes.

Nick heard Greg's whimper - the one that meant he was so close that it was starting to hurt. Nick angled his hips to hit Greg's prostate and swept his finger over Greg's head once more before Greg let out a cry that echoed off the canyon walls. Nick watched, enthralled, as Greg's spray landed in the water in front of them.

Nick buried his face in Greg's sweaty hair, thrust once more, and came deep inside Greg. Nick pulled out gently and fell to one side of the boat, leaving the other side for Greg. They were both exhausted and each one slung a leg over the ledge of their respective seats.

"Fuck," Greg panted.

"Yes, Captain?" Nick asked, eliciting a small giggle from Greg.

"Captains don't giggle," Nick taunted.

"I'm still your captain...even if you did just master me!"

"Witty repartee for someone who just got fucked into next week." Nick looked over when he didn't get an automatic response from Greg. He was greeted by Greg's gentle snores.

Nick got up and draped a towel over Greg's naked form. He picked up his own shorts and put them back on. He grabbed his book from Greg's bag. He was content to read, watch Greg sleep, and make sure that they didn't crash into any rocks.

Everything was peaceful for the better part of an hour; Greg slept while Nick read. But before long, Nick heard the unmistakable sound of another boat chugging towards them. A minute later, a couple in a speedboat much like their own rounded the corner.

As the couple pulled up close enough to talk to him, Nick looked down and was thankful that neither Greg nor the towel covering him had moved.

"You stuck?" the woman called.

"Nah," Nick called back. "Just taking a little rest."

The couple looked into Nick's boat and Nick knew that they were there to do the exact thing that he and Greg had done less than an hour prior.

The man looked at Nick. "You know, me and my girl were wondering..." The man stopped short and stared into Nick's boat.

Nick turned around and found that Greg had not only moved and dislodged the towel, but his ass was facing the couple and was shimmering with lube and cum. Nick swallowed hard and turned back to the couple.

"Honey," the woman said as she put her hand on her partner's arm. "Maybe we should leave these gentlemen alone."

The man nodded and tore out of the cove much faster than he had come in. The sound of the departing engine woke Greg.

"What happened, Nicky?" he asked as he scratched at his pubic hair, his dick lying limp against his thigh. He arched his back as he stretched.

"Maybe you want to cover up, G," Nick said softly.

"Nah. Sun's warm," Greg yawned. "We're not too close to the rocks are we?"

"No." Nick was still gazing towards the direction the couple had left in.

"Was someone here?"

"Yes."

Greg suddenly understood what had just happened. "Oh, shit," he said softly. "What happened?"

"They got a great view of my captain's messy ass."

Greg blushed as he tried to wipe his butt off with the towel Nick had covered him with earlier. "My guess is that was... not so pleasant."

Nick finally cracked a smile. "You've got a great ass."

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