Title: Dancing
Author: Shanyle
Rating: definite NC-17 here, graphic sex
Summary: Nick goes to his homosexual friend's bachelor party... nice dancer...
Pairing: Nick/OMC
Warnings: None really, unless you hate slash, in which case, why are you here?
Disclaimer: If I owned them, they would all wear collars and that's pretty much it.
Archive: Take it, let me know so I can visit

Let me know if you guys want a sequel.

*~*~*

The party has been a lot of fun and Nick had let go and had just been himself. Not that Nick was lies about who he is at every other time, but there were restraints that he put on himself at work. No one at work knew that Nick was bisexual, but then again, he wasn't hiding it either, the subject never came up. Now Nick was at one of the many hotels in Las Vegas at a bachelor party for one of his many gay friends. That's right, tomorrow, Jack, his friend since University was going to exchange vows with his long time lover Andrew. So in the tradition of marriages everywhere, Jack decided to have a bachelor party. With a male stripper.

The stripper was quite good looking, semi-long brown, mussed hair, tanned skin stretched over nicely sculpted muscles, tight black leather pants and a shiny silver shirt and a black leather collar. The dancer had swayed pulsed along to the beat of a song Nick couldn't remember. Blue eyes had stared right into his and sent a shiver through his whole body. Sex poured into leather pants. That was when Nick decided to get another drink and went to the hotel room mini-bar that had been stocked by the guests.

The stripper had finished his main routine and was now mingling with the guests and giving lap dances for a fee of course. Jack's sister (and best woman) was happily dancing with the brunette to a song that Nick did recognize, Tweet and Missy Elliot's "Oops Oh My". Jack came up and squeezed Nick's shoulder.

"I don't know which of us is luckier. me, who gets to spend the rest of his life with most wonderful man of earth, or you, who can get that kind of guy any time."

Nick grinned at Jack. "Hey, love man, love is the way to go. Besides, I cannot get a guy like that any time."

Jack let out a bark of laughter. "Babe. have you looked in the mirror lately? Come on, that smile, that body, that heart. who could resist a guy like you."

Nick smiled at Jack and batted his eyelashes. "You tell me." "Aww, don't do the eyes. I'm a sucker for eyes. Maybe Andrew would let me get away with a stranger, but he'd kill us both if I spent my last night as a free man in bed with you." Jack and Nick laughed at their own private joke before Jack was off and circulating again.

"Hey, could I interest you in a dance?" Nick looked up at the blue eyed, topless stripper and shrugged placing his beer on the table he had been leaning on.

"Sure, why not." Nick and the stripper went to the `dance floor' and Nick had to prevent his eyes from rolling as Christina Aguilera's "Dirrty" came on. Determined not to look ridiculous next to a stripper, Nick invoked his inner slut and took a breath. Nick's hips played out the bass as his body moved with the rest of the music. They started out face to face until the chorus, Nick turned in the stripper's arms, his back to the other man's chest. His hip pumped with the brunette, his hand over the stripper's on his stomach.

Nick's hips rotated in small circles as his body started to slide down against the other man's. Then on his way up, he turned in the arms again, his face just missing the man's groin. Placing on of his legs between the other man's, Nick put one of his arms around one of the tanned, glistening shoulders and was suddenly aware that the man was a couple of inches taller than himself. Nick grinded with the man, noticing the look of amusement in his eyes, Nick lifted his eyebrow in plain challenge and suddenly the stakes were higher.

The attention in the large hotel room had been mostly on the two dancing, but at the sound of a small, playful growl, the attention began to increase. The male entertainer had his hands at the bottom of Nick's shirt and was in the process of lifting it over his head. Nick's arms rose over his head and let the man discard the material. Their bodies never stopped their provocative movements.

Nick's hand slid down the lightly oiled body to rest on the man's hip. Nick's hips twisted as he slid down again, his hand running down the man's chest. Nick came back up just before he came face to. head again smirking at the look in the man's eyes. Their legs entwined again and the dancing became slightly more aggressive as the hands became bold in their exploration.

Nick leaned in closer as the man put his hands on Nick's ass and squeezed. Nick's hands decided to grab a thigh and run up and down the chest pressed against him. The twisting became writhing and all eyes were on them as the practically had sex in front of their very eyes.

The man's head bowed to Nick's ear and the breath tickled his ear sending tingles down his back, maybe the stripper knew, because his ass was squeezed again making Nick arch into the body arching against his. "Song's almost over, we're going to have to wrap up this number."

"I trust your judgment in these matters, you lead." As the final words rang out, `Huh?,' Nick's arms were pulled over his head `What?' The stripper stopped barely an inch from Nick's lips, hovering there, sexual tension thrumming through the room. There were claps and wolf whistles everywhere in the room. The man was holding back a smirk as he looked into Nick's eyes.

"All right you two, get a room. One where we can all watch with popcorn in our laps."

"What if we don't want *popcorn* in our laps?" Someone in the crowd asked. Nick stepped away from the stripper and grinned at Jack who was just smiling away.

"So, don't take this the wrong way, but were you ever a stripper?"

Nick turned his grin on the dancer and shook his head. "No, I always dance like that." The dancer grinned.

*~*~*

The door slammed shut with the force of the bodies that were thrown against it. Hot mouth sought out for even more heat causing friction, tongues twisting with each other, much like their bodies had done prior to this. Hands were under material, seeking flesh to stroke and scratch. Fingers were sliding down a back, slipping between denim and skin.

Nick moaned and his nipples were pinched almost painfully hard and the questing fingers grasped his ass. Nick thrust against the hardness in the man's leather pants. Grinding desperately against one another, they gripped at flesh and tore at clothing. Needing the skin to skin contact, they quickly stripped one another.

The dancer (whose name it turns out is Chris) pulled Nick away from the door and began to drag him to the bed. "Lube and condoms. where?" Nick murmured that they were in the right side pocket of his overnight bag. The hot body couldn't have been gone for more than five seconds before the mouth was back. Lips ran up and down his neck, but Chris was obviously being careful not to touch him with any other body part. Teeth nibbled at the sensitive skin of Nick's neck prior to attacking his mouth again, sucking on his tongue. "Can I fuck you?"

"Hell yes!" Nick groaned and arched up. Nick knew he must look like a slut, but he couldn't bring himself to care, it had been a while seen he was with a man. Chris began to put on the condom with great care, stroking his hand up and down Nick's torso in an almost reassuring manner when he had finished. that is, until the hand reached his nipples and pinched again. "God!" Chris leaned down and licked the abused bundle of nerves and blew on it. Nick shuddered and tilted his hips into Chris' body.

A hand pushed down his body and grabbed Nick's thigh, pulling it into the air, making his opening more accessible. A lubed finger teased his opening then pushed slowly in. Nick gasped at the lovely burn and he pushed back gratefully on the finger filling him. The finger dipped in and out of his body, twisting and curling, stretching him before a second was added.

The preparation went by quickly and soon it was Chris' cock pushing its way into Nick. Nick was groaning and rocking back on the long, thick organ, loving how he felt every inch enter him. "Ungh! Yes, oh god." When Chris was buried to the root, he paused, lifting Nick's leg higher. Chris pulled out almost all the way, pressing his body against Nick's then lifting Nick's legs onto his shoulders, then pushing all the way back in. Nick grunted at the change, his hands tightening their hold on the bed's sheets. The rhythm was moderately slow, but soon it was not enough. "Faster."

Chris groaned long and low in his throat. "Gladly." The beat was punishing, hard, fast, brutal and the fucking best.

"Christ! Yes! Oh god!!" Nick grunted and panted as he did the best he could to buck back onto that exquisite dick. The headboard was rhythmically hitting the wall with the force of their thrusts. Chris pulled back further again and let Nick's legs drop down. Nick nearly crossed his ankles at the small of Chris's back and used his legs to squeeze Chris into him in time with the thrusting. Waves were rocking and crashing through Nick's body as he gave in to the pleasure sweeping through his whole body. "FUCK!" Nick bucked and rolled them over. Nick sat straddling Chris' hip and spent about a second to wait for the room to stop spinning before he raised his body and dropped back down.

"Oh shit, yeah Nick, so hot, love this. God yeah, ride me." The words made Nick shudder and moan, so he did just as Chris asked and started to ride him without mercy to either of them. Nick twisted his hip and bounced on the other man's cock; he leaned forward and put his hands on Chris's chest for leverage. Nick started to rock more, his spine stretching into a perfect arch.

A hand wrapped around his erection and pumped him viciously. Nick let out a strangled groan and fucked himself on that cock even harder. "Chris! Fuck! Yes! Oh god! FuckmefuckmefuckmeYES! Christ! God yes! Ohgodohgodohgodohgodgonnacome." The Nick was frozen as they both arched further, not breathing before collapsing.

"That was."

"Mmmm."

"Yeah." Several minutes passed before Chris spoke up again. "I'm going to have to leave soon."

"Yeah, I figured that would be the case." Chris rose and sat up slowly.

"Don't get the wrong impression. I don't run off with people I meet at the parties I work all the time. So, I would like it if I could call you sometime." Nick grinned lazily at Chris before reaching for the bedside table where he had placed the complimentary stationary earlier.

"This is my home number and this is my work cell. It would be better if you called me at home, but you can reach me on my cell at any time. I work nights." Nick ripped off the sheet and handed it to the smiling man.

"So do I, glad our schedules are more likely to coincide." Nick grinned and kissed Chris. Chris then got up, got dressed and left. Nick slumped back on the bed and sighed. Sure he was going to have a little bit more trouble when he sat down tomorrow, but then, he would still be smiling.