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Chapter 9
By day five, Greg's symptoms were nearly gone. He got an occasional cold sweat, but only one anxiety attack a day. By day three, he no longer tried to bolt out the door to find a fix. He was even beginning to regain his quirky personality.
The evening of day five, Greg said over dinner, "I should probably stay in the guest room tonight."
"Yeah, you're probably right," Nick replied, but couldn't shake a pang of disappointment. He couldn't explain why, but he'd grown accustomed to sleeping with the younger man in his arms. It felt comfortable and right. He'd never felt as comfortable with a woman in his arms.
Later that night, Nick was laying in his bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. It had been over an hour since he'd crawled into bed, and his eyes were still wide open.
A shadow moved across the doorway, and he tensed until he realized it was Greg.
"Nicky? You asleep?" Greg whispered.
"No, Greg. You can't sleep, either?" he asked.
"No," was Greg's quiet reply. "Miss having your arms around me," this was said so quietly, Nick wasn't sure he'd heard correctly.
"Come here," Nick invited.
Greg scrambled into the bed, sighing as Nick's arms wrapped around him. "Don't know why this feels so good. We're both straight men, so this should feel really weird."
"Has to do with comfort, I guess," the Texan replied, though he was feeling that there might be more to it than that.
They both grew quiet, and were quiet for so long that Nick thought Greg had fallen asleep.
Greg's voice brought Nick out of his own light doze, "Have you ever... experimented?"
Knowing this question had been coming, Nick replied, "You mean with drugs?"
"N-no. I mean... have you ever had sex with a man?"
The question caught Nick off balance, but piqued his curiosity, "No. Have you?"
"No."
Nick sensed Greg's eyes on him in the dark, and could barely make out the outline of the younger man's face.
Suddenly, Nick found himself pressed harder into the mattress, Greg straddling his hips. Greg's lips pressed tentatively, hesitantly, to Nick's.
Nick's body reacted. His lips parted, inviting a deeper kiss, his heart rate sped up, blood rushing to his most sensitive parts.
A gasp of surprise told Nick that Greg had felt Nick's stirring desire. Greg tried to pull away, but Nick rolled them so now he was perched atop Greg.
Grinding himself against Greg's stirring desire, Nick leaned down and whispered hoarsely in Greg's ear, "Tell me you want to try this!" he didn't know what he'd do if Greg turned him down now. He didn't know if he'd have the strength to pull away.
Greg let out another gasp, as they rubbed against each other through the material of their underwear. Reaching up, he pulled the Texan tighter against him, letting out an "Oh..." of pleasure.
Capturing Greg's lips with his, he said, "I'll take that as a yes."
As one of Greg's hands cupped the back of Nick's neck, to pull him closer, his other found the waistband of Nick's briefs.
Once Nick's briefs were disposed of, Greg pushed Nick over on his back. He stared for a moment, taking in what he could of the other man's form in the dark room.
"What?" Nick asked huskily, afraid Greg was about to change his mind.
"I've never wanted a man before! I want you, Nicky!" Greg leaned over Nick, trailing fiery kisses down Nick's torso to his pulsing hardness. "I want all of you!" In his mind, Greg was thinking I think I'm trading one addiction for another.
Greg teased Nick with his tongue, holding Nick's hips down with one hand, as the older man tried to thrust up and gain entry to the warmth of Greg's mouth.
Finally, Greg took Nick fully into his mouth. Nick convulsed, his hands tangling in Greg's shaggy blond hair.
"Greg! Oh!" Nick exclaimed, as his release came.
Greg nearly choked, but managed to capture every last drop, knowing he could become as addicted to Nick as he had been to the heroin. This would be a good addiction, though. At least as long as Nick reciprocated.
Tugging gently on Greg's hair, Nick pulled him up so they were face to face again. "I want to taste myself on you!" he whispered hoarsely before their lips met.
Nick's hands roamed over the other man's body, tracing from the healed scars from the lab explosion so many years ago, down to the waistband of Greg's briefs. Pushing the briefs over the younger man's hips, Nick soon helped Greg rid himself of the offending garment.
Now Greg found himself on his back, Nick grinding his reawakened erection into his.
Arching his back, Greg sighed, "This feels so good!"
"Wait until you feel this!" Nick teased, as he began to work his way down Greg's body, much the same as Greg had done to him mere moments before.
Tasting and touching and lapping and licking, Nick's tongue explored every inch of Greg's hard length, drawing sighs of pleasure from Greg.
"Nicky, please!" Greg pleaded, as the pleasure finally reached its peek.
Nick gently sucked Greg's length into his mouth, drawing forth another moan from the man under him.
Greg's hips bucked, as his own release claimed him.
A moment later, Nick moved over top of Greg again, claiming his lips in a tender kiss.
"Was it how you thought it would be?" Nick asked hesitantly, shyly.
"And more!" Greg assured the suddenly shy man. "How about you?"
"I-I really enjoyed it," Nick struggled with the implications for the future, then finally decided to let it go and just wait and see. He hoped neither of them regretted what they'd done in the morning.
Greg seemed to read his thoughts, because he said, "No matter what, always friends? If-if nothing becomes of... this."
"You bet, Greggo!" Nick sighed, pulling Greg down beside him and wrapping his arms around the younger man.
