Title: Sleeping Beauty
By: glo-starz
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC17
Summary: Nick comes home from work to a very messy house, and only the sight of Greg asleep can calm him down. But what can he make Greg sleep through?

Nick walked through the door of the house he and Greg had brought three months ago to be greeted with what appeared to be a bombsite. There was a pile of DVDs and cases by the flat screen, a pile of CDs and cases by the stereo, magazines scattered on every available surface and at least six used coffee mugs on the kitchen table. There were blankets all over the floor, the couch cushions were all piled near the door and various pairs of Greg’s sneakers were scattered around the room.

Why so many? Nick thought. He can only wear one pair at once.

The computer and TV were left on and the web page Greg had left up was certainly, well, it was entertaining. There were also two pizza boxes on the sofa, just for good measure.

Greg, however, was nowhere to be seen.

Nick stormed around the house, putting everything away, annoyed with what he’d come home to. Ok, so Greg had had a bad month and a couple of shitty shifts, that was why Griss had given him a day off and Greg really utilized his days off. But this? It was really taking the piss.

He stalked into the bedroom and stopped dead. Not only was their living room a mess but it was in here too. A trail of clothes lead to the bathroom and a wet towel had been thrown on Nick’s side of the bed. Two chocolate yoghurt pots and an empty coke bottle sat on Greg’s bedside table, and a dirty spoon completed the picture.

Nick tiptoed around to Greg’s side of the bed and was about to tug the covers from his sleeping form when he stopped and stared in awe. Greg was fast asleep, mouth slightly open and breathing softly. He was curled up warm and safe in their new feather comforter, hugging Nick’s pillow with a soft smile on his face. How could Nick stay angry with him when he looked like that?

Part of Nick wanted to dive into the bed, curl up around his lover and fall asleep inhaling his delicious scent. But after all the cleaning, he was far too restless. Nick reached down and gently stroked Greg’s forehead, tucking a stray strand of blond tipped hair behind his ear.

“Hey, sleeping beauty,” he whispered.

Greg sighed in his sleep and leant subconsciously into Nick’s touch. Nick grinned at the gesture. Greg trusted him, loved him, so really, what else mattered?

Nick kissed Greg’s cheek and tiptoed out of the bedroom, carefully closing the door behind him so as not to wake Greg. Once he reached the kitchen he made a pot of coffee, poured himself a generous mug full and prepared a bowl of chocolate cereal. He took both through to the lounge and channel surfed until he found a bird documentary then flopped down onto the sofa.

Half an hour later, Greg appeared, leaning in the doorway. His hair was tussled, he was bleary eyed and he was wearing Nick’s blue sweats and A&M t-shirt. He smiled at Nick and shuffled over to the sofa, folding his long body into it so his head rested on Nick’s lap. Nick pulled down the blue fleece blanket and wrapped it tightly around Greg. His hand went to Greg’s back, rubbing slowly up and down his spine before landing on his hip where he squeezed gently.

“Mmmmmm,” Greg moaned contentedly, snuggling further into Nick, his eyes fluttering closed as he fell asleep once again.

Nick watched Greg breathe, his chest gently rising and falling. He made occasional snuffling noises and burrowed deeper into the blanket Nick had wrapped around him. He looked so happy, warm, contented, safe. Nick’s hand drifted from Greg’s hip to his ass cheek and cupped it firmly. Greg shuffled back into Nick’s palm and let out a small whine. Nick grinned and squeezed the prized cheek firmly. Greg’s breathing hitched and his body shuddered.

“Jeez, Greg,” Nick laughed. “You’re even horny when you’re asleep!”

Nick let his fingers stray to Greg’s crack and gently rubbed it through both layers of fabric. A low moan escaped from Greg’s mouth. Nick suddenly had a very wicked idea.

I wonder how far I could take this before he wakes up? he thought.

Nick grinned lasciviously and reached into the gap between the couch cushions for one of the many bottles of lube they had stashed around the house, then he slid the blanket up and Greg’s pants down. He giggled to himself as Greg slept on.

Next, he put his hand back on Greg’s ass and rubbed each cheek. Greg’s mouth opened a little further and a small sound of pleasure rumbled from his throat. Nick slowly let his finger invade the cleft of Greg’s ass, finding his hole and rubbing it in gentle circles. Greg’s eyes were fluttering and he pushed back onto Nick’s finger, silently begging for more.

Nick chuckled to himself and removed his finger from the spot it was worshipping. He knew by now Greg’s hole would be tingling. When he was awake, this was the point where he was begging for something, anything, up his ass. All that extra blood flowing to the area was making his hole throb with need. Nick shifted a little, his own cock stiffened with anticipation of what he was going to do next.

He flipped the top off the lube and squeezed a little onto his index finger. Nick knew Greg was one of the few men who could cum with just fingers inside him. Would that happen now? Nick moved his finger back to Greg’s hole. He could feel it swelling slightly, pulsing under his finger, Greg’s breathing had sped up and his face was beginning to flush. Nick’s finger began to inch forward, millimetres at a time, Greg’s eager hole opening up, sucking his finger in. Greg gasped as Nick’s finger slipped fully inside him, Greg pushing back with equal force. Surely he was awake now? But a look down to Greg’s flushed and open face revealed he was still fast asleep.

Nick began to move his finger slowly, thrusting it in and out of Greg’s hole. Greg moaned, panted and whispered as Nick carefully worked him. He could feel Greg opening up, his hips beginning to move. By now, Greg would be screaming obscenities in Norwegian, begging for Nick’s cock instead of his fingers. He smiled down at an unconscious Greg who was writhing in pleasure against his fingers, his facial expression one of pure ecstasy. Nick wasn’t sure whether to keep working him with just one finger or whether to add a second and possibly a third. He knew he wanted to fuck Greg when he had finished his little game, so adding more fingers would be good. As he considered his next move he stroked Greg’s prostate for the first time.

Greg choked out a sob and clamped down on Nick’s finger. Nick once again looked carefully at Greg’s face for any signs that he was about to wake. The only sign that anything about Greg was awake was his very obvious arousal tenting the fleece blanket.

“Jesus, Sunshine, how can you sleep through this? If you were awake I’d have you screaming by now.”

Nick watched Greg’s breathing hitch with the effort to contain his pleasure, a thin sheen of sweat had begun to break out on his forehead; his movements against Nick had become increasingly frantic. He started to stroke Greg’s sweet spot faster, getting him off the only way he knew was possible right now without spoiling his little game. He smiled a dirty smile as he realised that Greg had begun to mutter filthy words and phrases in his sleep that amounted to begging for more. More stretching, more pleasure, more fingers. He knew Greg’s whole body was burning with lust, need desperation. And how could he ignore that?

Nick eased his finger out, Greg whimpering at the loss of contact, of delicious pressure on his prostate. Nick retrieved the lube, stopping to palm his cock on the way. He imagined his throbbing cock buried in the fine ass. That, when Greg woke up, Nick was fucking him into next week. He slicked up his index and middle finger and returned them to Greg’s ass, slowly slipping them inside and heading straight for his prostate. Greg once again began to pant and moan as Nick toyed with him, moving just enough to keep from waking Greg. He was desperate to ram his cock where his fingers were, suck those exquisite nipples, lick all the hot spots on Greg’s neck. He didn’t know how much longer he could fight the urge.

Nick began to scissor his fingers, stretching Greg’s passage as gently as possible, making sure to brush his sweet spot as often as he could. He knew from the way Greg’s body was beginning to tense and shudder that Greg was approaching orgasm. Nick once again gazed at Greg in wonder, the expression of pleasure and happiness on Greg’s face sending shivers through his body and making him tingle all over.

“Fuck, Sunshine, you are so beautiful. You are so close to climax and you’re still asleep!”

Greg’s breathing was laboured, he was making a lot of noise and without hesitation Nick slipped a third finger into his hole. He began to rub circles on Greg’s prostate and suddenly Greg’s eyes flew open.

“Nicky . . . fuck . . . N . . . N . . . Nicky . . . what are you . . . ooohhh!”

“I would have thought that was obvious, G.”

Greg felt every muscle in his body tighten up as much as possible, his balls drawing up, his cock and hole throbbing. He could feel the familiar sparks flying up and down his spine and white hot heat in his belly that made him feel like he was being melted from the inside.

“N . . . Nicky . . . gonna . . . need to...”

But Greg didn’t finish the sentence as his orgasm crashed into him, his cock releasing pulse after pulse of his creamy essence as his body contorted in pleasure. A scream tore from his throat as he came, before his spent body slumped back onto the sofa and he began to pant in an effort to pull his breathing back under control.

“Mmmmm, Nicky. That was . . . wow . . . I never would have thought you’d do something like that.”

Nick grinned obscenely.

“How about something like this?”

Nick pounced in him, crushing their lips together and forcing his tongue into Greg’s hot, moist cavern. Their tongues duelled, stroking each other and Nick moaned as he pulled Greg towards him. He slipped his thumbs into the top of the sweat pants and pulled them down, helping Greg to remove them completely. Next Greg let his hands fall to Nick’s lap, opening his belt and unbuttoning the fly. Nick lifted his hips, allowing Greg to pull his denims down to his knees.

Greg’s hand immediately grasped Nick’s arousal, holding it tightly and moving his fist slowly up and down the aching shaft. Nick picked up the lube and handed it to Greg.

“Slick me up. I’m desperate. I wanna fuck you,” Nick moaned out.

Greg grinned and drizzled some of the cool gel onto the tip of Nick’s cock then let his hand slowly stroke him until he was covered. Greg smiled greedily and straddled Nick, lowering himself onto Nick’s cock. Nick groaned as Greg impaled himself and arched his back before he began to move. The position ensured that Nick’s cock brushed his sweet spot with every movement. Nick reached his hands forward and gripped Greg’s hips as Greg’s hands landed behind him on his knees. Nick began to thrust up into Greg, moaning as their bodies repeatedly slammed together.

“Fuck me, Nicky . . . hard . . . fuck me . . . fast,” Greg groaned with pleasure as Nick followed his command.

Nick knew he was close, his whole body was shivering and he had lost control of his movements and noises. He could feel his thighs trembling, his brain kicking out more endorphins than his body could handle. He felt like he was about to catch fire, his blood was boiling inside him.

“Oh, Greg . . . so tight . . . you feel . . . so . . . good . . . around my . . . cock.”

“Your . . . cock feels . . . so . . . good up my . . . ass, Nicky.”

“Close, Greg . . . real . . . close . . . want you to . . . cum . . . with me.”

Greg took one hand from Nick’s knee and wrapped it around his cock, beginning to tug furiously.

“Shit, Greg . . . so beautiful.”

Greg’s mouth fell open and he looked at Nick through hooded eyes, his lips moist, his pupils dilated, his skin flushed and his nipples two hard peaks. He felt his body flush from his toes to the tips of his ears. He was finding breathing increasingly difficult; as always, Greg began to hold his breath as he neared orgasm. His nipples ached, his cock throbbed and his hole was on fire. Nick let his hand leave Greg’s hip and he pushed it forward where he pinched Greg’s right nipple. Suddenly Greg exploded, his already leaking cock spurting ribbons of cum onto Nick’s chest.

With each shudder of Greg’s second climax of the night his internal muscles rippled, providing Nick’s throbbing, engorged cock with one hell of a massage. He felt his cock become impossibly harder, then with a harsh cry he thrust up hard, emptying himself and filling Greg’s tight channel.

Greg leant back further, each pulse of Nick’s cum causing his cock to once more brush Greg’s prostate, providing another contraction of those fabulous internal muscles. Eventually he flopped forward, his forehead coming to rest on Nick’s, breaths mingling as they struggled to regain some semblance of control over their bodies.

“Mmmmmm, Nicky.” Greg punctuated each word with a delicate kiss to Nick’s lips. “What . . . a . . . delicious . . . way . . . to . . . be . . . woken . . . up.”

Nick smiled and smiled and stood, swinging Greg in his arms so he cradled him. Greg’s head against his chest, his arms around his neck and his legs swinging over Nick’s arm.

“Well, baby doll.” Greg giggled at his new nickname. “How’s about this for a way to go to sleep?”

Nick carried Greg through to the bedroom, clearing them both up with a flannel before snuggling under the covers and wrapping himself around a drowsy, post-coital Greg.

“Any chance,” Greg stopped to yawn. “Of a repeat performance tomorrow morning?”

Nick smiled hearing Greg’s breathing change, it was now soft and rhythmic. He knew Greg had already fallen asleep before he could answer his question.

“Any time, Sunshine.”

Nick pulled Greg closer, his warm body making Nick sigh in contentment. He threw an arm over Greg’s shoulder and a leg over his hip.

“Any time.”