No Call
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As soon as they walked into Nick’s house, Greg grabbed Nick by
the collar and pushed him against the wall. He crushed their mouths together in
a brutal, desperate kiss that had Greg panting and gasping for air.
“G…” Nick started, but Greg didn’t give him time to finish. He didn’t want to
talk. His heart slammed against his chest painfully, and in ways that had
nothing at all to do with their bruising kiss.
Their mouths met again, and Greg pulled Nick through the main foyer and into the
living room. He disentangled their lips long enough to rip Nick’s shirt over his
head and tug him down to the floor. Nick went willingly, cooperating with Greg
even though his face was soft with concern.
It had been nothing. Not even a close call. No call at all. But they had been at
a scene and Greg heard the gun go off from the direction that Nick had just left
in and his stomach dropped to the ground. He hadn’t realized he was sprinting
towards the sound of the shot until he stumbled over a crack in the sidewalk. He
turned the corner--the sound of Brass and Warrick’s footfalls right behind
him--expecting to see Nick lying facing down on the ground, blood everywhere.
The vision was so clear that when Nick was competently twisting one of the
suspect’s arms behind his back, the gun lying harmlessly on the ground, Greg
stopped dead. He couldn’t believe it.
Greg hadn’t said a word the rest of the day, and that wild, sick feeling hadn’t
left his stomach since.
Greg removed the rest of their clothing and draped himself on top of Nick, his
arms hands bracketing Nick’s head. Nick stared up at him silently, his eyes dark
and serious. He spread his arms out at his sides, permission for Greg to do
whatever he wanted. Permission for Greg to take comfort in the fact that Nicky
was alive, still alive. So many close calls, but he was still there.
He latched his mouth onto Nick’s neck and sucked a hot trail down his chest. He
knew that his hands were pressing too hard against Nick’s hips, and that there
would be marks the next day, but he couldn’t stop and Nick didn’t complain.
Greg maneuvered so that one of Nick’s strong, lean thighs slid between his legs
while the other one bent to give him more room. Greg gasped at the sensation of
skin rubbing on skin, and a sound almost like a sob wrecked the quiet of the
moment. Nick brushed Greg’s hair back away from his face and left his hand on
Greg’s cheek, the thumb rubbing soothingly back and forth. Greg pressed into the
touch and closed his eyes briefly before opening them again. He thrust against
Nick, his cock gliding in the hot, sweaty space between their bodies.
Greg’s breath caught and released on a cry that he couldn’t suppress. “Oh god,
that’s so good.” He moved again, his hips canting as the slick, firm pressure on
his cock brought him closer and closer to breaking, falling. The only thing
keeping him steady was Nick’s hand on his face and Nick’s eyes holding his.
“Come on,” Nick urged, his voice thick and low. He brought his other hand to his
own mouth and inserted a finger between his red, swollen lips. He sucked on it,
and the obscene sound caused Greg to shake. Nick removed his finger with a light
pop and skimmed his hand down Greg’s side and over the curve of his ass, the
spit-slick finger leaving a cooling trail in its wake. Nick gave one encouraging
squeeze and then slipped the tip of that wet finger inside of Greg.
Greg keened, thrusts stuttering and erratic, and his breath harsh.
“Yes, yes,” he babbled. “Nicky, please…”
Rocking into the tight, humid place between Nick’s soft, furred skin and hard
cock, Greg finally came. His vision blurred and he lost his balance as his
elbows buckled. He buried his face in Nick’s neck feeling his body shutter and
shake in the aftermath.
Nick’s big, square hand moved from Greg’s ass to his back, rubbing calming
circles against the skin until Greg’s breathing slowed.
“Let’s go to bed,” Nick whispered after Greg settled.
Greg nodded. “I’m tired.”
“I know you are, G. You had a long day."