Title: Cosmo Says...
Author: slightly_frayed a.k.a. Fraying

Rating: NC-17. Smut. Do I write anything else?

Summary: Something Greg says makes Nick do some planning.

A/N: Okay, so this was mighty strange of me to write. Firstly, I NEVER write Nick on top. Ever. So this was crazy awkward for me. Like driving some unfamiliar vehicle, actually. I honestly don't know where it came from, other than my recent purchase of the October issue of Cosmo. Yes, I realize Nick's blatantly out of character, and it's rather intentional, so please don't hurt me. Also, this is my first fic that I didn't write all in one sitting. If it seems detached in places, that's why. I had issues with this one. Anyway, I suppose I just felt like changing it up a bit. Try to enjoy!

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Earlier that week...

"Hey Nicky?" Greg said from the other side of the bed, his lower half covered in blankets and his face buried in a magazine.

"Yeah Greggo?" Nick answered, not bothering to look in his direction, instead leaning over to tie his other shoe before rushing out the door to go to work.

"Cosmo says that you're predictable and like to play by the rules." Greg watched Nick stop moving in the middle of his frantic pre-work rush and turn around.

"Based on what? It doesn't just come out and say 'Nick Stokes is predictable and likes to play by the rules', does it? And--" He stopped mid-sentence. "You're reading Cosmo?" The incredulous look on his face made Greg giggle a little.

"Because you like to have sex at night. It says that you're predictable and boring." At that, Nick looked visibly insulted.

"No, I like to have sex at night because I come home at night. And because we have more time then." Greg smirked at Nick's defensiveness.

"Exactly." But Nick missed that part; looking at his watch, hurriedly kissing the top of Greg's head, and calling 'I love you' from down the hall before closing the door behind him.

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Greg hung his jacket on the hook inside the door and made it halfway down the hallway before noticing the dark figure standing in his living room. "Nicky?" He called cautiously.

"Hey." It was definitely Nick's voice.

"Hey yourself. Why are you standing in the dark? Couldn't sleep? Is everything okay?" The concern in Greg's voice was evident and Nick chuckled in the slightest under his breath.

"Everything's fine, Greg." His accent was thicker than usual. "Come in here and sit down."

"Okay..." Greg reluctantly made his way back to the living room and sat down on the couch. "Shouldn't you be getting ready for work?"

"Called in sick." Was Nick's simple response, and he seemed distracted. Lowering himself onto the couch as close to Greg as he could get without actually being on top of him, he placed his hand on the inside of Greg's thigh. "Felt a little...hot when I got up this morning."

Greg opened his mouth to respond, but lost all sense of reality when Nick's tongue found its way behind his ear. "Oh..." He managed to get out before Nick was suddenly on top of him and tearing the buttons off of his shirt in one swift pull.

"Oh." Nick replied, smirking. And then Greg felt it. Tiny vibrations at the base of his spine.

"Nicky?" Greg whispered, and Nick put a finger to Greg's lips.

"Shhh..." Nick said, and Greg caught a glimpse of his eyes in a tiny crack of light let in from between the curtains. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen them so dark; so excited.

And in some sort of passion-induced haze, Greg was suddenly undressed and on his back on the couch, Nick tracing lazy circles around his nipples with what Greg realized now was a tiny vibrator. The younger man moaned at the sensation, arching his back slightly. "Nicky, please...need to touch you." And he knew that Nick loved it when he begged. He could feel his erection pressing against his leg through the denim of Nick's jeans.

"Need to touch me where?" Nick smirked, and delighted in the shocked look on Greg's face. Nick was almost always silent during sex.

"Everywhere, please, want to touch, need to touch...." And now Nick was teasing him; grazing the vibrator ever-so-lightly over each of his hips with a devilish look in his eye. Greg kept begging; strings of urgent and nonsensical language escaping his lips until finally, finally, Nick freed himself of his jeans and was pressing himself against Greg, every inch of skin hot and almost painfully sensitive to touch.

Nick reached down and fumbled for a short while under the couch, his hand finally emerging with a condom and a bottle of lube that he'd stashed there earlier.

And Greg wasn't sure that his sex-induced time lapses were normal, because suddenly he felt Nick pushing into him slowly, a look of guilty intent on his face.

"How do you want it, Greg?" Nick's breath was heavy and hot against Greg's ear. "Hard and fast? Or slow and deliberate so you can feel everything?" With his last word, Nick pushed himself hard into Greg and listened to the whimpers coming from the younger man.

Greg didn't respond; couldn't catch his breath or control his mouth to form words. He just arched his back and looked up at Nick, begging with his eyes like a needy child. And then suddenly he felt the vibrations again, this time at the base of his erection, and he knew he was too far gone. Greg shuddered and lost it, coating his own stomach as well as Nick's, and eliciting a low groan from the older man. Nick arched his back and thrust hard one more time, emptying himself into the condom inside Greg and collapsing on top of him.

"Predictable and boring?" Nick managed to get out between heavy, slowing breaths. Greg looked visibly confused.

"What?"