Title: The Scientist
By: goosie
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Greg Sanders/David Hodges
Warnings: Male/Male sexing.
Status: 19 of 30 (30_kisses challenge)
Summary: Ehehehehehehe. Porn! :D

David Hodges just didn't understand it. With all the time the man spent in front of the mirror every night, not to mention all the time he spent in dressing room after dressing room at store after store, it was a wonder that Greg Sanders had not discovered that the color that most suited him was red.

Even more awe inspiring was that even after all of David's complaining the man still insisted on clashing blues with oranges, greens with purples, pinks... freaking pinks with grays. Who wears pink with gray anyway? What self respecting man wears pink at all? Unfortunately for David Hodges, his man, that's who.

So after months and months of this thing Greg insisted on calling a relationship and David called many things but never boring, the older man had decided that the only way to prove to his significant other that he was right (as always) was to appeal to one of the few things they shared..."his scientific nature.

Despite his generally eccentric disposition, Greg Sanders was still a scientist at heart. He was..."as ridiculous as David thought the moniker was..."actually what he'd claimed to be on so many annoying occasions, a mad scientist, but a scientist nonetheless. David hadn't been hard pressed to find proof of this fact once he'd cared enough about the man to pay attention. As it happened Greg often employed his god given curiosity in his near obsessive pursuit of the perfect coffee. The man did research, tests, comparisons. He even documented. And he was just as..."if not even more so..."dedicated to the care of his fish. The tanks had some how managed to migrate (as well as multiply) to David's house along with most of Greg's belongings in the past months. Actually, David often wondered how that had happened without him noticing.

Anyway, taking all these things in account, David had decided that the only way to prove to Greg that red was indeed his color was to show him. Because, if there was one thing that was true about all scientists, it was that in the end despite all the wild theories and hypothesis..."scientists only believed what they could see. And even if David plan didn't achieve its purpose, it was still a damned good argument for putting a mirror at the foot of their bed.

"I never figured you for a voyeur, Dave."

David momentarily paused in his single minded effort to leave a mark on the side of Greg's neck that would last for the next week and a half to smirk at the one planted so snug on his lap. "I never figured you for the shy type." He finally said, at once going back about the business of marking Greg for life.

"I... I'm... not... shy. I'm... modest. There's a difference."

David Hodges snorted at that.

Greg's cheeks had already taken on a rosy tint, which David couldn't help but admire, but Greg wasn't quite where he wanted him to be yet. Sure, he was a quivering, breathless mess, with his eyes closed and his lips damp and parted..."god he loved that expression..."but he wasn't quite there. So David continued his ministrations, peppering kisses on Greg's neck and jawbone. He ran his fingers though Greg's chaotic sand colored curls, petting him from his collar bone to his belly. The pads of his thumbs brushed over hardened nipples and tips of his fingers traced down to the thin line of hair he found there just above the erection that was hot, hard and pressed against his stomach.

Greg in turn whimpered, whined and uttered what David could only guess were Norwegian curses in his ear. He bowed his back and rocked against him..."in the best kind of way, incidentally..."and David continued exploring every inch of him with his hands and mouth. Strong hands wrapped around Greg's waist, slipping around to rub up and down the man's back. Palms kneaded the soft skin and rough scars there before he stopped to cup the other man's ass.

David had always found it strange how Greg so easily slipped in to and out of Norwegian when they were having sex. What he founded even stranger was how much he'd come to loved it. The younger uttered what David had quickly learned to be "please" when he nipped at the jaw pressed against his mouth. He shifted their position so that Greg was flat on his back and he was hovering over him as he slipped the tip of his finger inside Greg.

"Oh fuck, Dave. Please, god... please!"

David grinned against the blushing skin, stealing at peek at the mirror before them.

There. That was it. Now that was fucking perfection.

All he had to do now was get Greg to see. The blond was much too focused on the feeling of David's fingers inside of him and the delicious electric tingle he felt whenever his cock brushed against the other man's skin.

But when David Hodges set his mind to something he was damned well going to do anything he had to to get it. He pulled his fingers free of Greg's clenching warm and Greg immediately protested.

"David... goddamit. Fuck me already."

It was somewhere between a growl and a whine and held no hint of playfulness, but David smirked up at the blushing man anyway. He grabbed him by the chin and without a word he turned the younger man's head in the direction of the mirror.

"Look, you jackass." He murmured.

David could practically hear the retort on Greg's tongue but it never came. Instead Greg stared open-mouthed at the reflection glaring at him from the super polished surface in front of him. There was David... his short hair sticking in various directions, looking wonderfully flushed and deliciously debauched but then there was him... spread out underneath the other man with disheveled shaggy hair, and looking absolutely aroused and positively... red.

"I told you you looked fucking hot." David grinned.

Greg turned back to the grinning man and frowned. "If that's the case then why aren't you fucking me then?"

That was definitely a Greg Sanders whine and it was disgusting how quickly David responded to him sometimes. But nonetheless, blue eyes narrowed and that smug grin slowly turned to a self satisfied smirk. And without even a hint of pretense the other man rolled his hips against the blushing young scientist, sending a spark of pleasure that shot through Greg from groin to brain, completely frying any further coherent thought.

"That had been the plan."

Greg sure fucking hoped so but it didn't hurt to help move things along. He answered David's initial movement with one of his own, causing the other man to tremble in his grip. He hooked his leg around David pulling him into position and nearly sighed when he felt the blunt pressure of David cock pressing against his entrance.

"You sure, I haven't even... " David sounded just as breathless as he felt.

"Good god, David please just... Ah!"

Greg Sanders' whining always got results. Whether they were the best results depended on the situation but luckily in this case Greg didn't really have much to complain about. With one well practiced movement David had pushed his way all the way inside and all Greg could do was arch his back and howl out his appreciation to the ceiling. Greg dug his fingers hard enough into the other man's shoulders to bruise, nearly choking as the air was knocked out of his lungs. He barely heard David's appreciative groan in response.

"Sorry... sorry." David muttered absently.

The man of course had nothing to be sorry about, though Greg secretly found David's apologies to be incredibly hot anyway.

"I'm fine. I'm fine. Just... "

It was great when you didn't even have to finish sentences to get your point across, because as much as he was a fan of it, talking wasted time. Precious time that could be used for fucking..."like right now actually. God bless him, because David was a smart man and apparently didn't need to be told this. He pulled completely out of Greg before thrusting back in hard. Sending Greg into pleasure induced rambling and sharp answering thrusts of his own. The whole thing quickly dissolved into a panting, sweaty, messy dash to the finish line with Greg eventually being declared the winner, though David wasn't far behind.

They'd ended up in a tangled heap, with David lying mostly on top of Greg and Greg lying mostly underneath David.

"Y'know... " Greg began, his voice sounded tired and just a little bit hoarse. "I think you were right. I should wear red more often." He continued, petting the sweaty hair at the nape of David's neck, admiring the wicked image of the two of them in the mirror next to their bed.

David merely smiled in victory. He, of course, loved being right.