Title: The walls may have ears, but at least they don't have eyes
By: glo-starz
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC17
Summary: Sometimes the music just does things to Greg. For Saras_Girl who asked for a desperate Greg doing naughty things to Nicky against a wall!

Greg could feel his whole body vibrating to the steady pulse of the music. His arms and legs were moving, performing their dance with unconscious ease. He loved the way his body felt when he danced. Buzzing, tingling, so alive. Nick had taken him to their favourite club via their favourite bar and now Greg was dancing for Nick, feeling his eyes travelling all over his body as he moved for him. As the evening wore on the music had begun to get to him more and more. The steady beats and rhythms changing in intensity, making him tingle all over. He was trying to keep himself together when a new beat began. It was hypnotic, seductive. His hips began to sway of their own volition and his pupils began to dilate. His breathing changed as the music pulsed through him. It was speaking to him, whispering dirty things in his ears. He swayed over to Nick, stopping directly in front of him and looking at him through his lashes. He swayed to the beat, letting his hands wander down his chest, the touches soft and teasing. His lips parted and his head tilts back, an exhale of pleasure escaping as his nipples peak. The music was speaking directly to his groin now, heating him, turning his blood to fire in his veins.

He loops his arms around Nick’s neck, pulling him as close as he can and moulding their bodies together from the waist down. He grinds his hips into Nick, his arousal growing as the beat of the music flows through him.
“God Nicky.” He gasps, pulling him even closer, his lips scattering kisses over any of Nick’s naked skin. He continues to dance, Nick pressed tightly against him. Nick is unable to resist a hot and aroused Greg. His fingers slip under his shirt, tracing his spine. Greg shudders and moans under Nick’s touch, his warm breath puffing onto Nick’s neck. “Nicky . . .” He breathes, the desperation in his voice obvious. Greg thrusts in to him, the heat, the music and the feel of Nick’s body pressed against his driving him crazy. He has had a semi most of the night but now he is fully erect, his cock pulsing with the rhythm of the music. “God Nicky. You feel so good.” They sway, pushed against each other as close as they can get. Greg pulls Nick’s face to him, dropping small kisses onto his lips until he can’t stand it any longer and latches on to him. His lips are nudged open and Greg’s eager tongue dives straight in, running over Nick’s teeth, massaging his tongue and probing the recesses of his mouth. Greg is desperate, his hands clawing Nick’s back, his hips grinding into him and moaning greedily into Nick’s mouth.

Nick breaks the kiss, realising that Greg’s arousal is so great that if they continue for even a minute more Greg will explode.
“Easy Greg.” Greg looks up at him, panting, tugging handfuls of Nick’s shirt, brushing his crotch left to right over Nick’s now obvious erection. He is throbbing, aching, desperate to bury himself in Nick. He looks into Nick’s eyes, pupils dilated, face flushed, breathing laboured. All Nick can do is swallow, he knows that look and what it means. Greg’s hands wander downwards and he grabs Nick’s ass, pushing their dicks together.
“Need . . . You . . . Right . . . Now.” Greg punctuates each word with a thrust into Nick, the friction feeling so good against his overheated flesh. He desperately tries to gain control of himself, taking a step backwards so the contact between them is broken and he has precious seconds to calm down. “Outside. Now.” Greg grabs Nick’s belt and pulls him roughly towards the exit of the club, needing it so bad that unless they get out of here right now he is going to throw Nick down on the floor of the club and fuck him then and there. They barge through the other clubbers, oblivious to everything but the need for each other. As they leave the club and the cold air hits them Greg shudders and let’s go of Nick’s belt. He takes his chance and grabs Greg’s hand, pulling him towards the car. Greg digs his heels into the ground and refuses to move.
“No.” He whispers into Nick’s ear, dropping a kiss just below it and feeling Nick’s breath hitch as he does. “Take too long.” And he pulls Nick the other way, down a small slope to the club’s loading bay.

“Here. Now.” He says, unbuckling Nick’s belt in record time and spinning him around so he has his back to Greg. He nudges him to the wall with his crotch, making sure his hands are on it to balance him, then tugs Nick’s pants and boxers to his knees, using his knee to part his legs. “You are so fucking hot.” He moans, reaching into the back pocket of his own pants for his wallet and the sachet of lube he knows is in there. He knows he needs to prep Nick carefully, he doesn’t normally bottom, but right now Greg needs to be inside Nick, his cock buried in that tight ass. But that’s no excuse for hurting him and let’s face it, Nick needs to enjoy this or he won’t let it happen again. Greg finds what he was looking for and opens the sachet, squeezing just enough lube onto his fingers before letting his hand drop to the place he is so desperate to be. He slowly lets one finger find Nick’s hole and circles it until he can feel him relax. Then carefully, very carefully, he pushes the finger into him. Nick hisses through his teeth, tensing for a moment, before he relaxes and Greg can get his finger all the way in. He thrusts that finger for a while until Nick begs.
“More, I’m ready.” And Greg adds a second finger, thrusting harder and faster this time. He changes the angle of his thrusts and Nick cries out and thrusts back onto his fingers, the tight bundle of nerves buried within him being stroked for the first time. “Christ Sunshine . . . Do that again.” Greg grins to himself, knowing how good that feels when Nick does it to him. He adds a third finger and massages Nick’s prostate, feeling him writhe against the fingers buried inside him. “Now . . . Fuck me now!” Nick pants out, needing it now as much as Greg.

Greg unzips his pants, opening them just far enough. As usual when he goes dancing he is not wearing any boxers. He frees his dripping cock and coats it with lube then places one hand over Nick’s on the wall, entwining their fingers, and the other at the tip of his cock, helping him enter Nick gently. He pushes slightly, the tip slipping in, letting Nick have a few seconds to adjust. When Nick pushes back against him he knows he’s ready. He slowly slides the rest of his cock into his ass, moaning when he is all the way in.
“Christ Nicky . . . You’re so tight . . . So warm.” And he begins to thrust, pulling nearly all the way out before pushing back in. As he continues to thrust he begins to loose control, fucking Nick harder and faster. He leans onto Nick, his chest flush against his back, sucking on a point high up on Nick’s shoulder. He knows that in the morning he will have a hicky, but he will deal with that in the morning as right now all that exists is Nick and his tight ass. All that can be heard are the pants and moans as they fuck furiously, the sound of Greg’s balls hitting Nick’s ass and the occasional curse or words of encouragement. Nick removes his free hand from the wall and wraps it around his cock, needing to feel the friction, needing to help his orgasm along. He begins to tug in rhythm with Greg’s thrusts, loosing all track of where they are.

All too soon he can feel white hot heat at the base of his spine, warmth spreading through his stomach, his breathing hitching in his chest. He knows he is about to cum. He speeds up his tugging, racing towards the precipice he is about to tumble over, knowing this orgasm is going to be good. Suddenly, a lot faster than he really wanted, he can feel his body tense and his cock begins to pulse, releasing its hot contents all over the wall. He shouts Greg’s name as he comes, loving the feeling of him moving inside him. He can feel his muscles clamping down on Greg, but tonight that isn’t enough to push Greg over.
“Cum for me Sunshine.” Nick say’s, exhausted and barely able to hold himself up anymore. Greg continues to thrust, he knows he is near too and hearing Nick scream his name, and feeling him as he came is too much. He thrusts erratically, getting nearer and nearer until he can’t hold off any more.
“Christ . . . Nicky . . . Can’t . . . Hold it . . . Need to . . . Cum.” Nick whispers his encouragement, squeezing his muscles to help Greg get there. “Oh God . . . Yes . . . Yes.” And Greg holds his breath then feels himself explode. Galaxies collide in his head and all he can feel is Nick tight around him and the sheer pleasure of emptying himself into the man he loves.

When the last tremors of his orgasm have subsided he wraps his arms around Nick, breathing carefully to get himself back under control. “Look at what you do to me Nicky.” He says, laughing softly and carefully removing his cock from Nick’s ass. Nick knows he will be sore tomorrow, but he also knows it was so worth it. “You’re so god damn sexy. I just can’t control myself.” Nick fishes into his pocket for some tissue and carefully cleans them both up.
“I noticed Sunshine.” Nick looks at Greg and can see his eyelids have become heavy. His face is split by that gorgeous grin and he has a post coital flush gracing his cheeks. “Come on G. Let’s get you home.” And he picks his Greg up and automatically Greg rests his head on his chest and lets his eyes close. “And I thought I was supposed to be the old one.” Nick giggles, wondering how someone as hyperactive as Greg could be the one who falls asleep after sex and what he ever did to find someone as wonderful as him.