Title: Toy Story
By: glo-starz
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: R
Summary: Nick decides to take Greg shopping, but he can't quite decide if it's the shopping trip from heaven or hell.

The shopping trip had been Nick’s idea, but it had taken an unexpected turn. He shouldn’t have been surprised really, as it was Greg he had taken shopping and Greg had been particularly horny recently. But still, he wasn’t particularly good at this type of shopping. Nick blushed as Greg dived into the store he had been looking for, a huge grin on his face.

”Come on Nicky, don’t be such a prude!”

Greg stuck his head back outside of the store with lurid pink lighting and an interesting display of mannequins wearing a variety of role play clothes. And pulled a face at Nick. Nick sighed, steeled himself for the embarrassment that was no doubt about to follow and followed Greg inside the building, muttering a selection of curse words and threats to kill Greg under his breath.

Inside the shop, the only sign of Greg was the occasional flash of blond-tipped spikes bouncing up and down the aisles.

“Greg,” Nick hissed. “Come here.”

Greg raised himself onto his toes and smiled at Nick over the shelves.

“No.” He grinned, pulling a face.

Nick growled and muttered more threats to Greg’s life while storming over to where Greg was hiding. He found Greg in an aisle of what he guessed was bondage gear, holding a black spanking paddle with a red heart on it and wriggling his eyebrows suggestively. Nick swallowed and placed his hands in front of his crotch where there was the start of a noticeable swelling. Greg opened his palm and brought the paddle down on it, and Nick bit his lip to suppress a moan.

“Greg . . .”

Greg giggled, noticing the interesting situation that Nick was in, put the paddle down on the wrong shelf and took off again. Nick gave chase, picking up the paddle as he went. Greg, he thought, was not good on subtle hints. Nick looked up at the top of the aisles and once again saw Greg’s blond spikes and heard his almost manic giggling. Nick followed the sound to another aisle and saw Greg with a spiked collar and a pair of handcuffs in his hands. Greg put the collar around his neck briefly and swung the handcuffs around on his finger. Nick noticed his face was flushed, and he remembered the last time Greg had worn a leather collar. He had no idea that Greg could be submissive like that . . . as Nick advanced on him, he took the collar off and placed both it and the handcuffs on the floor before running off yet again. Nick shook his head, picked up the items in a slightly trembling hand and walked to the end of the aisle, looking both ways for any sign of his wayward husband. His mouth dropped open and his eyes popped wide when he spotted Greg.

Greg was standing in front of a display of clothes, holding a leather mini skirt on a pink hanger. With a grin, he raised his eyebrows and stared straight into Nick’s eyes. This time, as Nick approached him, he didn’t move, instead he put the skirt over his waist and leaned in to whisper in Nick’s ear,

“So, what do you think? Does it go with the new collar?”

Nick looked at the skirt. It was black with red stitching and the new collar was red leather.

“Yeah . . .” He breathed out softly, reaching out his fingertips to stroke the soft leather. “Perfect,” he murmured, fighting his now leaking erection. Driving home was either going to be very uncomfortable or very exciting.

Nick was barely holding it together and Greg knew it. He couldn’t wait to get him home. Greg placed the skirt into Nick’s hands before taking off once more with Nick hard, literally, on his heels. Greg skidded to a halt in front of a shelf of dildos and vibrators and Nick slammed into his back, not noticing he had stopped.

“Not a good idea in the shop, Nicky . . .” Greg giggled.

Nick blushed an even deeper red as Greg stepped forward to examine the merchandise. He picked up a deep blue dildo and tested it by pretending it was Nick’s cock and giving it a hand job. Nick closed his eyes and imagined those hands on his throbbing erection. He’d never been jealous of ribbed plastic before. He opened his eyes and Greg had a light purple vibrator and a pack of batteries in his hand. Nick took the vibrator from him, along with the batteries, making sure all the items were safely held in front of his crotch. Greg put a hand on Nick’s hip bone and steered him to the register. He took the items from Nick’s hands and placed them on the counter. The girl behind the counter smiled at them.

“Just these please.” Greg smiled.

Nick slowly took out his wallet and passed his card to the cashier. She gave him a total and then wrapped the purchases before Greg grabbed Nick’s hand and pulled him from the store. Once outside, Greg looked around for the next target before dragging Nick off in another direction.

“Greg, where are we . . .” Nick managed to ask before they stopped outside Victoria’s Secret. “Ah.”

Greg pulled him inside then let him go before saying just one word.

“Choose.”

Nick felt his breath hitch in his chest.

“God Greg, really?”

Greg nodded and began to walk, Nick following behind, gazing at the silk and lace items on offer. Endless shelves of delicious underwear, any of which he could imagine Greg in. In all kinds of interesting positions. He occasionally stopped to stroke an item that caught his attention before moving on to the next rack. Then he suddenly stopped.

“That,” he said, pointing to a hanger on his right.

Greg looked at the item Nick had picked out. It was a red cami vest with spaghetti straps that would reach to his hips. On the same hanger was a red pair of cami panties. They were made of silk, Greg’s favourite material. Both had slits on the sides. The cami vest from hip to waist, and the cami panties from thigh to hip. Both had stars embroidered on the left side. Nick’s face was pure lust, and Greg knew that all he would have to do was put them on and Nick would do anything he asked.

“Good choice, Nicky. Might have to wax before I model them for you.”

Greg rifled through the racks for his size and then passed them to Nick, who was standing open mouthed.

“Right, pay . . . now.” He leant in and whispered in Nick’s ear. “I wanna get home and give these a test drive.”

Nick groaned and practically ran to the register. Greg spotted a familiar face behind the till.

“Greg!” the girl said, breaking into a huge smile.

“Holly!” he replied, pleased to see the girl who usually helped him when he came in here.

“Nice to see you again. Looks like you didn’t need my help this time. So,” she said, “This is the guy you keep coming in here to satisfy.” She looked Nick up and down, smiling. “Yeah, he’s just right for you. You make a pretty couple.”

Once again, Nick blushed as he handed over their purchase.

“Let me guess, he chose this?” She looked at Nick and Greg nodded. “Yeah, he seems like a silk type.”

She leant forward to them both and lowered her voice.

“You know, Greg’s gonna look fantastic in these.” She handed them their bag. “Now get him home. I’m sure he wants to try them out.”

Holly grinned and gave Greg a conspiratorial wink.

“Well Nicky, you heard the girl.” Then he leant in to Nick’s ear once more. “Home. Now.”

Nick practically ran to the car, smiling all the way, the beginning of an erection already rubbing against the seam of his pants and making them tighten. He couldn’t wait to get home and try out the purchases that he and his new husband had just made. They had only been married a month and were definitely still in the honeymoon period. Not that they had got out of the honeymoon period since they started dating, if he thought about it.

Today had been about Greg. About finding new things to make him happy. Things to play with when he was in the mood to be dominated. By now, he was used to Greg’s occasional need to be dominated, but the first time he had really taken full advantage of it was still etched in his memory. Arriving home to find Greg just behind the door in that skirt and holding that paddle . . .

He was getting harder by the second thinking about how things could play out this time.

He somehow made it to the Denali, throwing the bags into the back and jumping into the driver’s seat. He clicked his belt, turned the engine on and let it idle, waiting as patiently as he could for Greg, who was using the mall bathroom.

Suddenly the passenger door was thrown open and Greg bounced inside.

“Drive,” he growled.

Nick released the parking brake and pulled out of the lot, barely sticking to the speed limit. The mall was thirty minutes from their house but Nick wanted to do it in fifteen. He wasn’t sure he wouldn’t just explode if they didn’t. Greg giggled, revelling in what he could so obviously do to Nick. A smirk crossed his face and he shifted in his seat taking something from his pocket. He looked sideways, giggled again and then threw the something into Nick’s lap.

It was his boxers.

“Shit, Greg . . . what’re you wearing . . . under there?”

Greg’s hand reached out and landed on Nick’s knee as an evil grin split his face in two.

“What’re you doing, Greg?”

“What do you think?”

Nick swallowed and stepped just a little harder on the gas. Greg’s fingertips began to slowly travel up Nick’s thigh. Nick’s cock was rock hard and throbbing, straining against his constricting denims. Greg’s other hand reached for his own jeans, opening the button and then sliding down the zip. He awkwardly pulled them down to his knees one handed, revealing what he had hidden underneath. Nick turned his head to face him and the car nearly skidded off the road as he jerked the steering wheel when he saw what Greg was wearing.

Red. Silk. Panties.

Somehow, Greg had put them on when he went to the bathroom despite the fact that Nick was carrying the bag. Nick’s throat went dry and his heart rate increased as he stared at his stunning husband. Sitting there, trousers around his knees, red silk underwear on display. He knew how much Greg liked the feel of silk against his body, and he knew what that would be doing to him. He glanced down briefly. Greg had a hard-on which looked delicious and made his mouth water. Nick groaned and shifted, trying to make his pants more comfortable and ease a little of the building pressure.

“Your cock looks amazing in those panties, Sunshine. So hard, the silk stretches perfectly.” Nick was drooling as he stared.

Greg grinned, removed his hand from Nick’s thigh and reached into the back of the car, pulling something out of one of the bags. He lifted his hips and pushed his pants down and off, throwing them into the back of the car, before slipping the leather skirt on and doing it up.

“Shit, Greg . . . you better stop.”

Greg’s hard-on was pushing the skirt up in the most tantalizing way. He began to unbutton his shirt then pushed it down his arms, revealing the cami top as well. Nick was barely holding it together, looking at Greg. Hard, wearing a skirt and women’s underwear that he himself had chosen. Greg grinned at Nick again and unbuckled his seatbelt. He knelt up in his seat and leant into Nick’s ear. He nibbled on the lobe then whispered into it.

“Pull over.”

Greg dropped his seat down and climbed into the back, tipped the contents of the other shopping bag into the foot well. While Nick was looking for somewhere to pull over Greg put the new batteries into the vibrator, removed his shirt and buckled up the new collar. He put his wrists into the cuffs, the chain through the door handle, and then bent over in the back seat so his ass was in the air and his head was resting on his arms.

Thank God for tinted glass in all the LVPD vehicles. Before he had cuffed himself, Greg had put the vibrator and the paddle on the seat beside him and pulled a bottle of lube from the space under the front seat. Nick looked in the rear-view mirror then swerved hard and pulled over, killing the engine and climbing over his seat, desperate to reach the back of the Denali and his wayward husband.

”Fuck Greg, you look so beautiful,” he breathed, his eyes running up and down Greg’s body, laid out ready for him.

Nick reached forward, grabbing Greg’s ass and massaging the cheeks roughly. From there, his hands strayed all over Greg’s body, rubbing the silk against his soft skin, feeling him shudder as it brushed his nipples and his scars.

“Ohhhhh,” Greg moaned, unconsciously raising his hips like a cat in heat.

Nick grabbed those hips, pulling Greg backwards. He leant over him, pressing kisses at the base of his neck before pushing the silk up and licking all the way up his backbone. Nick then trailed a line of kisses back down to the small of his back before working his way up again with small nips of his teeth. Once at Greg’s neck, he began to nibble all around it before attaching his lips just to the left of Greg’s ear and sucking hard, leaving a large love bite. He loved to mark Greg and was thrilled that Greg never hid the marks Nick gave him. Greg was shuddering beneath him, rubbing his ass into Nick’s crotch, pressing Nick’s erection as hard as possible into the crevice where soon Nick would be.

Nick smiled at his achievement and grabbed the paddle. He brought it down gently on his hand, smiling as the sound made Greg shudder. He rubbed it over Greg’s ass, eliciting a low moan.

“Want me to spank you, Greg?”

Greg made a squeaking noise and pushed back into Nick again. Nick switched straight into his dominant role, watching as Greg played the perfect submissive.

“You need to ask, Greg. Beg me Sunshine.”

Greg pushed himself back into Nick again, silently begging.

“Uh uh, Sunshine. That isn’t going to work. Beg.”

Greg squeaked and gave in, the need for pleasure surging through him.

“Please master, spank me.”

Nick grinned and brought the paddle down on Greg’s right ass cheek, hearing his gasp and watching his back arch. Without giving Greg a chance to recover, he brought the paddle back down again on the same spot.

“Yes,” Greg moaned. “Oh fuck, yes.”

“Want some more, Sunshine?” Nick asked, his voice low and near a growl.

“Yes. Please, master.” Greg wiggled his ass again. “Please, I want more.”

Nick brought the paddle down again on the other cheek, revelling in the loud cry of pleasure that escaped from Greg’s lips. He began to rub the smooth paddle over the heated, red patches on Greg’s flesh before leaning down and pushing the silk up and biting the reddened and heated skin. Lots of small bites, some just hard enough to make small teeth marks. Greg was moaning and shuddering, incoherent muttering spilling from his lips.

“Please, master. I was bad . . .”

Greg stopped to cry out as Nick bit his right buttock just a little harder and then his tongue snaked out to salve the marks he had left behind.

“I teased you in the shop. Please master, punish me.”

Nick growled and grabbed Greg’s ass roughly, pulling the panties down to mid thigh.

“What do you want first Greg, my hard cock or the vibrator?”

Greg shuddered, sweat breaking out on his brow and his flesh heating impossibly, a warm flush tainting his chest, back, neck and face.

“The vibrator. Please, master. I want to finish with your cock inside me.”

Nick groaned and pushed Greg’s knees a little further apart, allowing him better access to his small, rosy pucker. He picked up the lube and poured a small amount onto his fingers, Greg’s ass thrusting backwards as he heard the cap go back on the bottle. Nick grinned and let his index finger slip forward and touch Greg. He took in a sharp breath as he felt the cool gel and the finger circling his hole.

“Want me to push my finger inside you?”

“P . . . please master. Put it in. Don’t fucking tease me, just put it in.”

Nick picked up the paddle in his other hand and brought it down once more on Greg’s left ass cheek.

“You don’t use that language with me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, master.”

With that Nick roughly pushed his finger into Greg, the cry he made inflaming Nick’s desire even more. He thrust it fast, deliberately avoiding Greg’s prostate. Greg moaned and pushed back, stretching against the handcuffs as much as possible. He tried to keep silent, but that wasn’t what Nick wanted.

“If you don’t show me how much you like it, I’ll stop.”

Greg took the hint and began to moan and mutter; Norwegian, as always, becoming his language of choice when he was turned on. Without any warning, Nick slipped in a second finger. As he scissored them, he felt his cock leaking, sticking it to the front of his boxer briefs. He didn’t know if he could hold out long enough to use the vibrator when he was so desperate to be inside Greg. As his desperation increased he reached for the lube and poured more onto his fingers and Greg’s hole, pushing in a third and now beginning to stroke his prostate. Greg was moaning and panting, pushing back to meet Nick’s thrusts. He looked so wanton, so . . . fucking sexy.

“Are you ready, Greg? I’m gonna put in the vibrator now.”

“Yes master. Please, master.”

Nick picked up the vibrator and placed it at Greg’s hole, rubbing it around, teasing, and Nick knew that he needed it right now. Watching his husband moan and wriggle, he could no longer resist and he leant forward, letting the vibrator slip easily into the waiting ass. He began to gently move it forward and back.

“P . . . please, master. Turn it on.”

“Oh, Greg . . .” Nick said, pushing the tip against his prostate as he pushed the vibrator inwards. “I’m sure you can ask me nicer than that.”

Greg thrust back onto the vibrator, trying to angle his hips slightly differently so the vibrator stroked his prostate. Nick knew what was going on and took it out.

“Ask nicely or I’m going to start driving again.”

“Please master, please can you put that vibrator back in my ass and turn it on. Please master, tease me with it. Make me want you inside me even more.”

Nick grinned and thrust the vibrator back in, turning it on to full power as he did.

“Yes . . . yes . . . more . . . harder . . .”

Nick smiled as he worked the vibrator inside Greg. A stream of unintelligible Norwegian spilling from his mouth interspersed with demands and obscenities in English. Nick let a hand stray to Greg’s hip and he gripped hard, using the hand to control just how often and how far Greg could thrust back against him. He looked down at Greg’s face. It was flushed, his eyes were closed and his mouth was open. He had handfuls of the car seat in his hands and he was gripping tightly. Underneath Greg’s body a couple of drops of precum had escaped and landed on the seat.

Jesus, Nick thought, I hope they don’t ALS the Denali any time soon.

Nick continued to thrust the vibrator into his husband’s ass, listening to his cries of lust and passion. The noise the vibrator made was driving Nick insane. He wanted Greg so badly.

“Master . . . stop . . .please take me . . . now.”

Nick looked down at Greg, his hair was damp, curling around his ears. Greg’s hips were bucking up, his ass slamming back hard into Nick. With a growl, Nick yanked the vibrator from Greg’s ass and threw it behind him. He yanked down his pants and boxer briefs, freeing his aching cock.

“Please master . . . please . . . take me . . . now . . . please!”

Greg’s begging was going straight to Nick’s groin. He grabbed the lube from where he had thrown it and poured a generous amount into the palm of his hand. He began to stroke himself slowly, lubing himself up. Greg heard the sounds of Nick teasing himself and began to whimper, stretching his legs further apart in a silent plea. Nick put a hand onto Greg’s ass and the tip of his cock at Greg’s hole. Greg began to mutter, repeating ‘yes’ and ‘please’ in panting breaths. Nick let his cock begin to push forward, holding his breath as he was pulled into Greg’s warm, tight hole. They both cried out in pleasure as Nick’s balls came to rest against Greg’s ass.

“Christ, Sunshine. So good.”

Nick leaned over so he was laying flat against Greg’s back. His left hand gripped Greg’s shoulder and his right hand reached down to Greg’s cock, gripping it tightly. For the next five minutes, all that could be heard in the back seat of the Denali were cries of pleasure, moans of delight, gasps and sighs and words of pure filth and devoted love. Greg cried out in pleasure every time Nick’s cock stroked his prostate and the feel of Greg’s ass gripping his cock was exquisite.

“Sunshine . . . feels . . . amazing.”

Greg had lost the ability to speak. All he could do was moan and thrust back into Nick as Nick pounded his ass. He felt like he had been on the verge of cumming for the past ten minutes, but the way Nick was playing with his cock held him back.

“Please . . . please . . . master . . . let me . . . cum.”

Nick smiled and latched his teeth to the back of Greg’s neck. He began to thrust harder and faster.

“Want to . . . cum . . . with you.”

As Nick pounded Greg’s ass, he tugged Greg’s cock. He could feel the unmistakable ball of white heat at the base of his spine and Greg was tensed like a racquet string beneath him. He could practically feel the excitement crackling off Greg at every point their bodies touched. Greg’s breath began to hitch, his back arching up slightly. Nick felt Greg’s thighs tense and knew he was about to reach his peak. Instead of slowing down or gripping that delicious cock tightly, this time he stroked harder, desperate to push his husband over the edge.

“Fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck!”

Greg cried out as Nick nailed his prostate yet again.

“Gonna cum . . . can’t hold . . . fuck . . . NICK!”

And suddenly all Nick could feel was Greg’s ass spasming around him, the tight channel gripping him, massaging him from the inside. Nick was helpless to what happened next. He felt his ass slam forward and an atomic bomb went off in his head.

“GREG!”

Nick screamed as he came in hot pulses inside Greg’s ass.

Nick slumped over Greg, panting and under him, Greg moaned. Eventually Nick recovered enough to kneel up and find the key to the handcuffs. He leant over Greg again, once more kissing from the small of his back to his neck as he reached to unlock the handcuffs. Once the cuffs were on only one wrist, Greg slumped back into Nick, who landed flat on his back in the back seat. Nick wrapped his arms around Greg, holding him as tight as possible.

“Well, Sunshine...” Nick looked over at where Greg had been on his knees. “I think we better find some tissues and clean the seat . . .” and then he caught sight of Greg’s chest and legs “and you as well, actually.”

Greg giggled and rested his head on Nick’s shoulder, his breathing evening out and a smile flooding his face.

“I love you, Nicky.” He sighed, turning around in Nick’s arms. “Clean up later.”

“Love you too, Sunshine,” Nick replied, kissing Greg on the forehead before allowing himself to fall asleep with Greg curled around him.

He'd worry about the state of the Denali and getting home when they woke up.