Title: Tie
By: geekwriter
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Written for Quettaser for the Geekfiction Fic-A-Thon. Basically, it's just dirty, dirty smut. And bondage.

Nick closed the door behind him, dropped his keys on the hall table, and had just shrugged off his suit coat when Greg appeared from around the corner.

"You went to court today, huh?" Greg said with a grin as he walked towards Nick.

"You know I did."

"Have I ever told you how hot you are in a suit and tie?"

Nick laughed softly. "Once or twice."

"Only once or twice?" Greg reached out and took Nick's tie in his hand, used it to pull Nick closer. "Then come here so I can tell you again."

Nick met the kiss eagerly, gripping Greg's ass in his hands. He parted his lips and felt Greg's tongue touch his own, then slide over his teeth and the roof of his mouth. "Mmm," he said as they parted. "What was that for?"

Greg loosened Nick's tie and pulled it over his head, tossing it to the floor. "I've been thinking about you in a suit all day long."

"If you like me in a suit how come you're so eager to get me out of it?" Nick wasn't really complaining. He unbuttoned his cuffs as Greg worked the buttons on the front of his shirt.

"Because," Greg shoved Nick's dress shirt off his shoulders, "you look even better with nothing on."

Nick laughed softly as they kissed again. He felt Greg's erection rubbing his own through four layers of clothing. Maybe three layers, depending on whether or not Greg was wearing underwear. He suddenly couldn't wait to find out, and he popped open the buttons of Greg's fly and slid his hand inside, instantly making contact with skin. It had been three layers.

"You know," Nick whispered as he kissed Greg's earlobe, "you look pretty fine yourself with nothing on. How 'bout we remedy this clothing situation?"

"That is, without a doubt, the best idea I've heard in my entire life. I think you might be a genius."

"I thought you said moving in together was the best idea you'd ever heard in your entire life."

Greg pulled his shirt over his head and let it drop to the floor, then hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his jeans and shoved them down, kicking them off along with his shoes and socks. "It was, but this is better. You need to get those off, now."

Nick had been untying his shoes, but Greg knelt and pulled first one shoe and sock off, then the others, then yanked Nick's pants down to his ankles. Nick's cock slapped against his stomach, then evened out at an angle.

"Mmm, hi there," Greg said as he wrapped his fist around Nick's cock and stroked it once.

Nick groaned and backed up until he was leaning on the hall table.

"Been thinking about this all day," Greg said as he stood up, still stroking Nick steadily. "I've been half hard since I woke up. I wanted to jerk off so bad, but I didn't. I know you don't like me to come without you."

Nick nodded and leaned in for another kiss.

"I played with myself, though. I stroked myself thinking about you. I just didn't let myself come. I'm fucking aching for it right now."

Nick shivered as he thought about what Greg looked like when he touched himself, how beautiful and unashamed he was when he gave himself pleasure. He wondered if he'd played with his ass, pinched his nipples, if he'd done it laying down or standing up. He didn't ask, though, he couldn't. He couldn't think, not with Greg's hand on him stroking a slow, steady rhythm.

"Thought about sucking you," Greg whispered as he ran his thumb over the head of Nick's cock. "Thought about bending you over the counter and fucking you. Thought about you fucking me, giving it hard and fast to me right here, right against the wall."

"Fuck," Nick whispered, arching into Greg's touch.

"What do you want?" Greg asked softly. "Tell me."

He shuddered and kissed Greg once more.

Greg pulled back. "Say it. Tell me what you want."

"I...I want..." Nick's voice broke and he closed his eyes. "Please."

Greg gripped the base of Nick's cock and squeezed. "Tell me," he urged.

"Suck you," Nick gasped. "I wanna suck you."

It wasn't what Greg had been expecting, but he wasn't going to complain. "On your knees then, boy," he said with a grin, meaning it as a joke. Nick didn't laugh, though. Nick pulled away and sank to his knees, taking slow, deep breaths. He took another deep breath and crossed his wrists behind his back and Greg swallowed hard and his hands shook a little bit, because fuck.

They'd done it before. They'd done it twice before, one time each, tying each other to the headboard. He knew Nick had liked it but didn't know if he'd liked it enough to try it again. Apparently, he had.

Greg looked around for something, anything, to bind Nick's wrists with. He snatched up Nick's tie from the floor and knelt behind him, trying to keep his cool as he slid his hands down Nick's strong arms. He wondered for a moment if he should worry about creasing the tie, but then he thought about the fact that Nick wanted to suck him off while his hands were bound, and Greg could care less about the tie.

"Fuck, you look hot like that," Greg whispered as he ran his hand up Nick's thigh, then over the curve of his ass. He kissed the back of Nick's neck. "Love how dirty you are."

Nick's breath was shaky. He kept his eyes closed, listened as Greg stood up, felt Greg's hands on his face, Greg's fingers in his hair.

"You my dirty little boy?" Greg asked in a teasing voice as he trailed his fingers over Nick's lips.

"Yes," Nick whispered. He pulled Greg's fingers into his mouth and suckled gently, tasting the salt of Greg's skin. Then he felt the tip of Greg's cock brush against his lips. He kissed it, opened his mouth, took it in slowly, savoring every inch. He loved everything about it, loved the hot silky skin against his lips and tongue, loved the bitter taste, loved Greg's smell. He loved the act itself most of all, the pleasure he gave, the forbidden quality of it. Cocksucker. He was a cocksucker. He knew most people used the word as an insult, but they didn't understand it wasn't an insult at all. It was something he was proud of.

Greg slid his fingers through Nick's hair and breathed slowly to keep his calm. He knew how Nick liked it, knew he liked it slow, liked it to last, liked Greg to take control.

He rocked his hips slowly, fucking Nick's mouth, feeling the flat of Nick's tongue against his cock, feeling the low vibrations with every moan. He could hardly bear to watch. The sight of Nick on his knees, arms bound, an expression of bliss on his face-it was almost too much to bear. Nick's eyes were closed, his lashes dark against his cheeks, his lips wrapped tight around Greg's cock.

Greg missed his hands, missed the way Nick would stroke his skin, squeeze his balls, slip between his cheeks to tease his asshole. He missed Nick's hands, but being able to look down and see them tied behind his back made it all worth it.

He hadn't been kidding before when he'd said Nick looked hot like that. Nick looked the hottest he'd ever seen, and he finally had to close his eyes to block it out, or it would be over far too soon.

It was hard to breathe through his nose, but Nick didn't want to pull away, didn't ever want anything but Greg's cock in his mouth. His own cock was hard, aching for touch. The muscles in his arms strained as he tried to release his hands, but Greg had knotted the tie tight around his wrists. Pleasure knifed through him as he realized he couldn't get free. The wooden floor of the hallway bit into his knees, but he didn't care. His jaw was beginning to ache, his shoulders were sore, and every once in a while Greg's grip in his hair would tighten, tugging it painfully. He didn't care. He was the one coaxing those sounds out of Greg's throat. He was the one who made Greg hard, who made Greg come. The bonds around his wrists should have made him feel helpless, but they didn't.

Greg was gripping his hair tight, really fucking his face, his balls slapping against Nick's chin. He groaned and shoved his hips forward, and Nick inhaled quickly, opening his throat for the deep thrust.

"Jesus," Greg whimpered. "Fuck."

Nick felt pride swirl through him. He was the one who made Greg lose control. He pulled his mouth off Greg's cock and tipped his head to suck and lick Greg's balls the way he liked. He kept his eyes closed but he could hear Greg's hand on his cock, hear the soft slap of Greg jerking himself. Greg's thighs trembled and he cried out, and as soon as Nick felt the first hot pulse of come hit the skin of his shoulder he shuddered and came, pressing his face hard against Greg's hip.

Soon, Greg's fingers were in his hair again, stroking it gently. When Nick finally looked up, Greg was gazing down at him with soft eyes. "You came," Greg said, not bothering to disguise his wonder. "I didn't even touch you, and you...fuck, baby. So fucking hot."

Nick spread his knees further apart for balance and leaned over, dipped his body and snaked his tongue out to lap up the ribbon of come that had landed across the arch of Greg's foot. He licked a slow line up Greg's leg, kissed the hollow of his hip. When Greg's fingers touched his mouth he parted his lips and sucked them in, tasting the bitter salt of Greg's own semen.

"God," Greg whispered. "I can't even...the things you do to me."

Nick didn't reply, just pulled his mouth off Greg's fingers and kissed them gently.

"Come on," Greg said as he took Nick by the arms and helped him to his feet. He leaned forward, and it was like a hug as he reached around to untie Nick's bonds. Nick pressed his face against Greg's neck, and once his wrists were free he slid his arms around Greg's waist.

They held each other for a long moment, until Greg said. "Shower? And then I thought we could camp out on the couch. I Tivo'd the Cowboys game."

Nick smiled against Greg's skin. "You're too good to me."

"Yeah, well," Greg kissed Nick's temple, right at the hairline, "I get a lot in return."