Title: One Afternoon
By: geekwriter
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Summary: No plot, just 800 words of blow job porn.

Slowly, so slowly he licked the tip of Nick's cock. He wrapped his fingers around it and squeezed, feeling its head and hardness beneath soft skin like velvet. He kissed the tip, flicked his tongue over it again, parted his lips and took the head of it into his mouth. Nick moaned and tried to arch up, but Greg's other arm was across his hips, pinning him to the bed, and the most Nick could do was jerk up half an inch or so.

"Please," Nick whispered, and Greg slid down the shaft, taking as much of Nick as he could into his mouth. His eyes were closed and he stayed there for a moment, feeling Nick's pulse against his tongue, feeling the weight of Nick's cock in his mouth, tasting his skin and one bitter-salt drop of precum.

Nick moaned again, tried to thrust. Greg moved so that one hand was on each of Nick's hips and he used his arms to push himself up just enough so that once again, only the head of Nick's cock was in his mouth. He lowered himself down again, settled into a leisurely rhythm. It was enough to make Nick writhe beneath him, not enough to bring him to the edge.

Nick laughed as he realized that Greg was determined to take his time; the laugh came out as a half groan. He draped his arms over his face and took deep breaths, trying to keep from shaking, trying to just let himself go and give in to Greg's unhurried pace.

Greg loved sucking Nick's cock, never wanted it to end. Sometimes he let Nick grab his head and just fuck his face because, yeah, that could be really hot. What he loved best, though, was taking his time and really enjoying it, savoring the slide of hot skin against his lips, the fullness in his mouth and throat, the scent of Nick's skin, the needy whimpers and cries he coaxed from the back of Nick's throat. Minutes passed and he continued his slow, teasing pace. His jaw began to ache and he savored that, too. Greg was grinding his own hips in a slow circle against the mattress; his cock was full and aching and it jerked every time Nick tried to thrust up again.

Finally, Nick began what Greg loved most--a fevered, desperate litany. "Please, Greg, fuck, fuck, fuck, God, need it, please, Jesus, please, suck me, fuck, do it, Greg, please, suck me harder, please..." He loved being able to get Nick to the point where he was no longer too self-conscious to tell Greg what he wanted, what he needed.

Greg shifted position, holding Nick down with one hand while he used the other to stroke Nick's balls. He increased the suction just a bit, increased the pace, felt Nick's entire body respond with a shudder. He ground his own hips harder against the mattress, felt the tingle begin at the base of his spine and spread down through his thighs, up to his nipples.

"God, fuck, yes, please, need it, fuck, Greg..." Nick was panting and rolling his hips. Greg could feel the sweat on Nick's hip beneath his hand. He squeezed Nick's balls, tugged gently, coaxing another frantic moan from Nick's mouth. He could feel them trying to pull up, could feel the muscles in Nick's thighs and abdomen tense as he got closer. He let go of Nick's balls, slid his fingers into his mouth along with Nick's cock, pull them out and slid them, spit slick, between Nick's legs. He pressed two fingers into Nick's hole, quickened his pace on Nick's cock, thrust his fingers into Nick's ass roughly, just the way Nick liked it, and then his mouth was flooded with Nick's come and Nick was crying out, his pleading litany turned into one long, wordless sob.

Greg swallowed as much as he could, let the rest slide past his lips as he continued to suck, continued to swallow, held Nick in his mouth until he was soft, even though his jaw ached. He finally let Nick's cock slip free, licked up the come that he'd lost, reached one hand beneath himself and just one touch was enough to bring him off. He came with Nick's hand in his hair and the taste of Nick's cock in his mouth.

He lay his head on Nick's thigh as he caught his breath. Finally he pulled himself up and settled himself in Nick's arms.

"Fuck," Nick murmured, halfway to sleep. "Fuck, that was..."

"Mmm." Greg slung one leg over Nick's, pillowed his head on Nick's shoulder. "It was."

Nick shuddered one last time, held Greg close to him, and the last thing Greg remembered was Nick kissing his temple before they both fell asleep.