RomanticBoyz X2

b Part A: Nicky /b

Sometimes Nick thought Greg had ESP. Or maybe it was just magic. He could never figure out how Greg could manage to call his cell and just leave a message; his timing was perfect. If he didn't want to talk in person he always called while Nick was on the phone, but how did he know?

He listened to the message: "Nicky, I'm sorry. Can you meet me tonight at the bluff overlooking Lake Mead? About seven? Please come."

Nick smiled a little sadly. He was still angry but he knew he'd be there. It was a special spot for them. Up on that bluff they'd spent time just talking, getting to know each other better back when they were "just friends". Although Nick didn't really think there was ever a time they were just friends.

He knew from the moment he met Greg that this man was going to be important in his life. Greg was so full of life, even when he was completely still; he just wanted to look at him. People were attracted to him, they laughed at his jokes and his energy, the way he bopped around like a kid. People always touched him.

About two weeks after Greg was hired, Nick had been surprised to realize that he himself was always touching Greg. One day in the lab, he'd put one arm around Greg and the other hand flat on his chest. He'd only realized what he'd done when he felt the flutter of Greg's heart and watched those molten chocolate eyes shift down to his hand, outrageous lashes veiling an unreadable emotion. Nick had suddenly felt self-conscious and pulled his hands away quickly. So after that he'd made a rule for himself to stay a minimum of three feet away from Greg at all times.

And after two weeks he was aching to feel that slender body under his hands again; yearning for the touches that were never enough and, at the same time, too much. That's when he knew it was something more than "just friends", but if that was all he could get, then dammit, he'd take it.

Nick had never been much of an entertainer, but suddenly he was inviting Warrick and Greg over to watch "the game". It hadn't mattered much what game, and although Warrick was his best friend, he'd only included him to make Greg feel more comfortable.

Nick chuckled to himself a little, remembering how he'd watched Warrick like a hawk, studying straight-man appropriate touching so as not to spook Greg. And he had to laugh at himself because this was one time his gaydar had malfunctioned.

After they'd gotten together Greg had told him he'd been interested in Nick from the start, but the messages he'd gotten were so mixed that he hadn't known what to do about it. Thankfully, that was over two years ago now, and, although they still lived in separate places, each had enough clothing and personal items at each other's place that they may as well have been living together.

They fought, like every couple did, but usually it was over the small annoying things or when the stress of their jobs got to them, but this, i this /i had been a big fight. Nick had stormed out and they'd spent two nights apart, a very rare occurrence these days. Nick didn't know for sure, but he'd be willing to bet that Greg hadn't gotten much sleep either. Nick had gone to bed and spent the night staring up at the ceiling, wondering how the whole thing had started. The second night he hadn't even bothered with bed, he just lay on the couch flipping through the cable channels, alternating between trying not to think about just how much he missed Greg and praying that this wasn't the end.

Guiltily, he realized that if Greg hadn't made the first move, he wasn't sure he would have. Sometimes his misplaced sense of injury stiffened his pride and elevated his naturally stubborn nature all the way up to pigheaded. In fact, that's the word Greg had used in their fight. But, even though Nick could be pigheaded (yes, he could admit that), this time he knew Greg was wrong. In fact, that's how the fight started; he'd been so surprised to find his Greg, usually so open, flexible and adaptable, just taking a stand and being totally unwilling to even consider doing what Nick wanted.

Well, at least Greg had called. Nick loved him so much; he didn't see how he could bear it if they broke up. He supposed he'd end up compromising because nothing, nothing was worth seeing Greg walk out of his life. With that thought helping him feel a bit calmer, Nick headed home to take a shower and change for their meeting.

He pulled on his old jeans and a t-shirt for comfort and grabbed a jacket in case it got cold; it could get very chilly at night in the desert, although this whole week had been unusually humid. As Greg had informed him everyday that week, it felt like New York in the summer at night; the air moist, warm and soft. Shaking his head slightly, as if to clear the thoughts away and still feeling somewhat sad and angry, he got in his truck and headed up to the bluff.

Of course, Greg was there first; so punctual, so prepared, such a good little boy. Sometimes Nick would look at his face, into those eager, enthusiastic eyes and he could picture Greg as a little kid. He'd have been funny, bubbling over with curiosity, bouncing around poking into things, acting out the fantasies that his wild imagination could conjure up. He could also picture the hurt the sensitive little boy had felt at times; he still saw traces of it when Greg made mistakes or thought someone was blaming him, or even worse, insinuated that he was incompetent. It just made him want to hold Greg and kiss away the hurt. In fact, Nick wondered, why he hadn't just done that the night of their fight? If he had, they could have slept together with Greg curled up around him like he always did, after some mind-blowing sex. Or any sex.

Nick adjusted himself slightly as he got out of the truck. He saw Greg outlined against the lights twinkling on the opposite shore, sitting on a blanket. He didn't turn around, just waited for Nick to join him.

Nick sat next to Greg and wrapped his arms around his knees in silence.

"I'm sorry, Nick," Greg whispered in a husky voice.

"I am too," Nick answered softly.

"I don't know what got into me."

Nick saw a single tear slide down Greg's cheek, glistening in the reflection of the rising moon.

"Baby, don't cry, it'll be all right." Nick wrapped his arms around Greg's shoulders and cradled him in his arms. He felt Greg's chest heave with a convulsive sigh as he settled closer and they sat in contemplative silence, snuggled together in the cool light of the moon.

Finally with another sigh, Greg pulled them down onto the blanket and they lay on their backs, holding hands, looking up at the stars, still quiet, but it was a more comfortable silence now.

"Would you dance with me?" Greg asked.

Startled, Nick answered, "Uh, yeah, sure, where do you want to go?"

"Right here," Greg said. He pulled Nick to his feet and pushed a button on his iPod. Into the night came the soft sound of Keith Urban singing.

i The first time I looked in your eyes I knew

I would do anything for you

The first time you touched my face I felt

What I've never felt with anyone else

I wanna give back what you've given to me

And I wanna witness all of your dreams

Now that you've shown me who I really am

And I wanna be more than just your man

I wanna be the wind that fills your sails

Be the hand that lifts your veil

Be the moon that moves your tides

And the sun coming up in your eyes

Be the wheel that never rusts

And be the spark that lights you up

All that you been dreaming of and more

So much more I wanna be your everything /i

Nick laughed low when he recognized the song and, holding Greg in his arms, swayed gently to it, letting the rhythm suffuse his soul with hope and love. He heard Greg's answering chuckle and his heart lightened; it was so good to hear him laugh. Greg raised his head and touched his lips to Nick's, kissing him softly. Their eyes locked and as they swayed, Greg tugged at Nick's t-shirt, lifting it over his head and off. With a sigh Greg closed his eyes and nestled into Nick's neck, breathing in his familiar scent as his hands roamed over the muscular back.

Nick pushed Greg away briefly and whipped his t-shirt over his head, then pulled him back into a tender embrace. Greg let out a sigh as their bare, warm chests came into contact, skin touching skin. They continued to sway, their hardening cocks rubbing through their jeans, but there was no hurry – they had a lifetime. When the song ended the quiet of the night was slowly filled with the sound of the waves, faint distant music and the intermittent song of a night bird.

"That's how I feel about you," Greg whispered.

"I feel that way about you, too," Nick whispered back with tears in his eyes.

Greg stooped to play it again. He kicked off his shoes and stripped off his jeans, boxers and socks in one movement. Nick grinned and did the same. Greg held out his arms and Nick moved into them as they swayed to the song again, naked and feeling a new awareness of their connection with each other.

Their mouths came together in a lush, soft kiss, open, exploring, gentle. Greg nuzzled the side of Nick's face and bit his earlobe gently, then left a trail of hot kisses down his neck. Nick closed his eyes, reveling in the glide of their bare skin and aroused flesh. Their cocks slid together between them as they moved, their hands roaming in smooth caresses. Nick moved his hands down Greg's back, cupping the gentle swell of his ass in his palms, then pulling him closer, digging his fingers into the firm globes.

Greg's breath caught as their hips ground together, but he continued to dance until he could bear it no longer. Pushing Nick back gently, he dropped his head to lap at one nipple, feeling it harden as the moisture cooled under his breath. He twisted and pulled the other nipple gently, feeling Nick's breath quicken.

He laid his head against Nick's chest to hear the beating of his heart, it was fluttering with excitement, but Nick made no other sound, simply holding Greg in his arms. With his head pressed against Nick, Greg slid down onto his knees. He heard Nick gasp and looked up at him, smiling tremulously. Nick's hands were on his shoulders, holding him lightly and as Greg swirled his tongue for the first hot swipe across the head of Nick's cock, he felt the hands move to his hair, tangling in the spikes.

He felt his lips stretch around the girth as he took Nick into his mouth. He closed his eyes, wanting to concentrate only on the divine flavour and scent of his lover. The hard flesh covered in the softest skin was so hot and delicious; Greg could never get enough of tasting his lover. He kissed down the side of the shaft, burying his nose in the curly black hair, inhaling the scent of musk and sweat and Nick.

Relaxing his throat, he gradually took in his lover's length, swirling his tongue and sucking. He didn't want Nick to come yet, wanted to make this good for him, make him tremble with ecstasy before he tasted his essence. He felt Nick's fingers tighten in his hair and heard the first soft moan.

Nick looked down at his lover; it was such an erotic image. To see him on his knees, naked under the night sky, moonlight glowing on his skin, sucking his erection as if he'd never tasted anything so good, it was almost ethereal. Greg's dark lashes fanned across his cheeks as his mouth worked over Nick's cock. The further Greg took Nick in, the more Nick wanted to just pull him up, turn him around and fuck his brains out, but he restrained himself. Greg's hands were wandering now, one rolling Nick's balls and fondling them, the other, wet with spit, circling his entrance. Nick widened his legs and dropped his hands to tease Greg's nipples.

He felt the little jerk Greg gave when his warm fingers started playing with his nipples; Nick knew that excited him and he wanted to drive Greg as crazy as he felt. He wanted to erupt into Greg's mouth and feel the other man swallow it down, then pull him up for a kiss so he could taste himself mixed with the sweetness of his lover.

But even more he wanted to feel the connection and completion he always felt when he was inside Greg. And he had a need to claim Greg again as his own. He'd been more frightened than the fight had warranted and needed this act to reassure himself. To know that Greg was still his.

"Greg, stop."

Greg froze at the words, having no idea what was going through Nick's mind. He pulled off and looked up at Nick uncertainly, hoping he hadn't gone too far, too fast without even talking through their disagreement. He smiled in relief as he saw the feral look of need in Nick's eyes.

Nick dropped to his knees, so their faces were level. "I want you," he breathed.

"How do you want me?" Greg asked in relief.

"First, I want to see you open yourself for me," Nick commanded.

Greg scrambled for the lube while Nick sank down onto his back. Greg slicked his fingers and reached behind himself, shuddering when he sank one finger inside.

"C'mere."

Greg moved closer and Nick pulled him down so that he was kneeling over his supine body. "Fuck yourself on your fingers," Nick ordered.

Greg knelt so Nick could see his fingers, slick with lube, moving in and out of his entrance. He breathed hard as Nick's eyes watched him hungrily, desire lighting a fire in them. He stretched his back to give Nick a good view and moaned as he hit his prostate.

"That's enough," Nick said, "Now, ride me."

Greg spread his legs and grabbed Nick's cock, guiding it to his entrance. He breached himself with the head and paused. Nick grabbed Greg's hips and pushed him down forcibly, impaling him on his cock. Greg gasped as his ass met Nick's hips. Nick's cock twitched inside him and his hips jerked responsively. The unspoken emotions spiraled into need, desire and hunger between the two men, their familiarity allowing them to explode into an urgent merging of their bodies.

Nick pulled Greg up and slammed him back down on his lap again. He braced his hands on Nick's shoulders and raised himself up and slammed down again. Nick smiled and lifted Greg's hips again, then angled his own to brush against his lover's sweet spot.

Greg gave a strangled cry at the sensation. He set a fast pace, wanting to exorcise the distance between them, his thighs burning and quivering with the strain as Nick thrust up into him with each stroke, burying himself deeper each time. Nick braced his feet on the blanket, giving himself the leverage to drive upwards hard into Greg, lifting him off the blanket. Greg cried out with each thrust, squirming with pleasure as sparks fired off behind his eyes.

He was losing his rhythm, lost in the sensation of the hard, wild fucking, slamming himself desperately against Nick, wanting him to come. Suddenly he felt Nick's hand on his hard length and knew he was going to come.

Nick pounded upward as hard as he could and came, feeling his hot seed spurt deep inside hot, narrow channel and screamed Greg's name. He felt Greg's muscles clench down on him, milking him of the last drops and hot fluid splashed over Nick's hand and stomach as Greg came with him.

Greg swayed and dropped forward onto Nick, who held the heaving flanks of his young lover comfortingly as he caught his own breath.

"Greg?"

When he received no answer he looked at Greg's face and laughed. Eyes closed and jaw slack; Greg had passed out. Nick grinned smugly. He felt quite proud of himself and planned on teasing Greg mercilessly if he ever woke up.

With a slight moan Greg's eyes started to flutter open and when he saw Nick watching him, he smiled weakly.

"I fucked you senseless," Nick crowed.

Greg chuckled. "I guess I deserved it."

"Hey, wait! Don't I deserve it too?"

"Yes, love, you deserve anything you want." Greg moved as Nick slid out of him and reached for the wetnaps.

"God, you're so prepared," Nick sighed gratefully.

"Well, I was hopeful," Greg grinned cockily.

"Of?"

"Of the fact that you'd be horny after the last couple of nights and I could seduce you and you would forgive me," he said in a rush.

"I i was /i being pigheaded," Nick admitted. "But you surprised me; usually you're so open to trying something new. I couldn't understand why you were being so adamant."

"I was being worse, a snob," Greg groaned. "I'm really sorry. And I have a gift for you." He dove again for his bag of supplies and came up with an envelope.

"Two tickets for the Keith Urban concert, right up front?" Nick gloated. "You asshole, you said the chance of you being seen at a country concert was about the same as you putting on a miniskirt and dancing in a Marilyn Manson video. What changed your mind?"

"I went online and listened to Keith Urban's songs. And I heard this one and it just expressed everything I feel about you. I didn't think country music could be so… emotional," Greg admitted.

"And?"

"And Keith Urban i is /i really cute," Greg huffed, rolling his eyes upward.

Nick pulled him closer, tangling their naked limbs together. "He's not as cute as you, Greg. I love you, country music fan or no."

Greg smiled. "Dance with me again?" Nick nodded and they stood up. Greg started the song again and Nick gasped as their warm naked bodies came together. He held Greg close and they swayed as one under the stars.

"Wow, dancing naked under the stars," Nick murmured into Greg's silky hair.

"I thought you'd like it, outdoors, overlooking the lake, full moon," Greg smiled drowsily.

"I loved it," Nick said, "But you didn't have to get tickets for the concert. It's really nice but–"

"I was a jerk when I won those tickets in the quiz and didn't want to go to the concert," Greg said earnestly. "I've felt bad about it ever since and I kinda wanted to make it up to you."

"This was perfect and if I ever think you're being a jerk, I'll remember this instead," Nick sighed. He held Greg tightly in his arms, wishing he could actually tell the younger man the passionate, head-over-heels romantic way he felt about him but could never put in words. But then, he reassured himself, Greg probably knew. He had ESP. Or magic.

i I Wanna Be Your Everything by Keith Urban

The first time I looked in your eyes I knew

I would do anything for you

The first time you touched my face I felt

What I've never felt with anyone else

I wanna give back what you've given to me

And I wanna witness all of your dreams

Now that you've shown me who I really am

And I wanna be more than just your man

I wanna be the wind that fills your sails

Be the hand that lifts your veil

Be the moon that moves your tides

And the sun coming up in your eyes

Be the wheel that never rusts

And be the spark that lights you up

All that you been dreaming of and more

So much more I wanna be your everything

When you wake up I'd be the first thing you see

And when it gets dark you can reach out to me

I'd cherish your words

And I'd finish your thoughts

And I'll be your compass when you get lost

I wanna be the wind that fills your sails

Be the hand that lifts your vail

Be the moon that moves your tides

And the sun coming up in your eyes

Be the wheel that never rusts

And be the spark that lights you up

All that you been dreaming of and more

So much more I wanna be your everything

I'd be the wheel that never rusts

And be the spark that lights you up

All that you been dreaming of and more

So much more I wanna be your everything

I wanna be your everything

I wanna be your everything /i

b Part Deux: Greg /b

Sometimes travel was fun. Greg could really get behind a trip to Hawaii or someplace equally tropical, with Nick along, of course. Exotic food, sunshine, maybe some surfing, clear turquoise water and sex. Lots of sex.

That was the ideal. And this trip was as far from it as you could get. His flight had circled O'Hare so long that his connecting flight had gone when they landed. Of course, the blizzard had also held up every other flight, so by the time Greg finally disembarked all the hotels around the airport were full and he had no choice but to sleep on the floor. He'd managed to snag a blanket, okay, actually two, but there were no pillows. No food. None of the concession stands were open. His luggage was checked through so he had no toothbrush. Luckily, he had floss in his carry-on or he doubted he'd have gotten any sleep. He would have just sat there, feeling the tartar build up on his teeth, wanting to claw it off.

He'd called Nick on his cell and whined about his plight until he felt a little better. Nick was all sympathy and commiserated with him until Greg laughed and apologized for being a wuss.

"You're not a wuss. It's annoying to have that happen and it's not comfortable to spend the night on the floor," Nick had reassured him. "Especially so close to Christmas. I really miss you."

"Really?" Greg was delighted. "I've only been gone four hours."

"Yeah, but I missed you the minute you got on the plane. Because you'll be gone another week after these four hours." Nick laughed and Greg was miserable with homesickness, or really, Nick-sickness. "You want to have phone sex?"

"Maybe I better wait till I have a room to myself," Greg answered lightly, hoping to hide his loneliness from Nick.

"Okay, well, I'll let you go so your battery doesn't run down. I hope you sleep okay, even on the floor," Nick said.

"Thanks, babe. I love you. Good night," Greg whispered.

"Love you too, baby," Nick said tenderly.

Greg eyed the blankets suspiciously. Long experience in the DNA lab enabled him to imagine all the invisible grubbies clinging to the blankets, but they had to be cleaner than the carpet. He spread one blanket under him, rested his head on his carry-on and bedded down under the other blanket, fighting for a comfortable position.

He woke up with a crick in his neck and his eyes felt like they'd been rolled in sand. But at least Starbucks was open and he lined up with the other sleepy and disgruntled passengers to get a i large /i coffee and a bagel.

By the time he arrived in New York, he was tired, hungry and unable to turn his head to the left. He took a cab to the hotel, a fairly nice place in midtown Manhattan, where the convention was being held. Grissom had originally planned to go, but had changed his mind at the last minute and sent Greg instead.

Greg hadn't wanted to go, hadn't wanted to miss enjoying this time with Nick. It was the first Christmas they'd planned to spend together instead of going home to visit their respective families and Greg had wanted to get a tree, decorate, plan a menu and make sure his gifts were under said tree. But now he'd be traveling back on Christmas Eve. And the way things were going there'd probably be another delay. He could just imagine spending Christmas in some God forsaken hellhole of an airport. The Little Drummer Boy would repeat over and over again, driving him insane while he imagined sitting down to dinner with Nick, seeing his lover smile as he opened his gift and the hot sex they'd have later. Maybe with a Santa hat.

He flopped on the bed in the room and dialed Nick. It went right to voicemail so Greg just left a quick message about his room and his neck, wishing Nick was there to massage it. Groaning in pain, he pulled out the conference schedule. Grissom had marked all the sessions he wanted Greg to attend and luckily he'd brought a recorder because he thought he might nod off during Medico-legal Aspects of Forensic Entomology, Including Arthropod-Mediated Fate of Corpses.

Can We Train Insects as Drug Sniffers? i Could insects be used to sniff for drugs? More evidence for insect olfactory learning appears /i . Hmm, that sounded kind of interesting.

Luckily Grissom had checked off a couple of presentations on DNA analysis of maggot gut contents and using blowfly larvae to establish time of death. At least he'd understand the information presented there.

If Greg had chosen to attend a conference, he might have skipped a few seminars and gone sightseeing, but he knew Grissom would be asking him about every single session, so he not only attended, he took notes. He smiled wryly to himself; no matter what his parents' expectations were, he'd never been quite so assiduous to his studies, but, then again, he was more afraid of Grissom than he'd ever been of his parents.

In the evenings he walked, taking in the familiar sounds, sights and smells; the one time he missed the city was around Christmas. He loved the smell of chestnuts from the street vendors, Rockefeller Center with the tree all lit up and the skaters moving below, the animated displays in the windows of Lord & Taylor and the twinkling trees at the Tavern on the Green. But somehow, everything just seemed flat and empty; it would have been so different if he was showing it all to Nick. He sighed as he walked on his lonely way. And he still hadn't been able to catch Nick on the phone.

By the end of the week, he was really looking forward to going home. The conference had been surprisingly interesting but he needed to see Nick, drink some eggnog and have some hot Santa-hat sex. Tiredly, he slid his key card in the door but it didn't open. He turned it over and upside down, but no matter what he did, he could not get the door open. Finally, after kicking the door in frustration, he headed down to the front desk, seething. It seemed like nothing could go right on this trip! Fine, okay, he knew he was exaggerating, but it was still pissing him off. Ten minutes later, he felt as if no exaggeration could express the anger he was feeling.

"I'm sorry sir," the desk clerk said, "We rekeyed the door because you were only booked through last night. Your bags were packed for you and they're in security."

"What?" Greg sputtered, "My plane doesn't leave till tomorrow. Where am I supposed to sleep? I i know /i I was booked till tomorrow."

"I'm sorry sir, but these things do happen. And it i is /i Christmas, you know. The hotel is booked solid."

"And I'm sure all the other hotels are full, also," Greg said, exasperated.

"Possibly. Let me see what I can do, sir," the clerk said impassively.

Greg rested his elbows on the counter and dropped his head, hoping desperately that he would have a bed to sleep in tonight. Finally the clerk turned back and handed him another key. "The hotel wishes to extend its apologies. We do have a suite empty for tonight. Room 2514. If you'll just go through there to get your bag sir. Have a nice stay."

Greg retrieved his bag and wearily took the elevator to his new room. He expected another key fiasco, but the door opened and he stepped inside. He looked around goggling. It was a suite and through the floor to ceiling picture windows he could see Central Park and the city lights beyond. Hell, it was a large suite. He dropped his bag and wandered through the rooms, taking in the king-size bed, sitting room and huge bathroom with a sunken tub and steam shower.

It must be a mistake, it had to be. He called the front desk and explained the whole situation. The clerk who answered said he would send someone up. So Greg sat and turned on the large screen TV, flipping channels aimlessly. He heard the soft sound of the latch giving and a voice called out, "Concierge."

Greg flew to the door as if on wings; he knew that voice! "Nicky! What're you doing here?"

Nick ran towards Greg and caught him in his arms, spinning him around wildly, laughing. He slowed and placed Greg back down on his feet. The younger man reached for Nick's face with both hands and pulled him in for a kiss. Their lips met, hot and needy, hungry for the taste of each other.

Pulling away to catch his breath, Nick leaned his forehead against Greg's and started laughing again. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too, but – why – how'd you get here?" Greg asked, bewildered.

"I came to give you your Christmas gift," Nick said.

"Oh, goody! What is it?"

"I came to give you my heart," Nick said quietly.

"Oh–" Greg gasped, his eyes wide and shining, hardly daring to believe that this was real. The thought that all this was his, this beautiful man so strong, so compassionate and loving took his breath away. He moved closer and held Nick tight… lost in the one moment he had longed for above all others – a true lover's embrace.

Nick pulled away and smiled, "Let me get my stuff." He opened the door and brought in his bag and a six-pack. "Champagne," he said, hoisting it with a grin.

"You hungry?" he asked.

"For you," Greg said in a low, husky voice.

He backed Nick toward the giant bed, slowly undressing him, kissing him all the way. When Nick was completely naked, he started to undress Greg, who stood compliantly accepting his manipulations. When they were both naked Nick pulled Greg down on the bed. He stroked Greg's face with his fingertips, smiling as he rolled on top of him.

Greg felt the warm body covering his, and he was adrift on a sea of sensation. Hot lips on his, strong hands touching him, caressing, moving him. His world encompassed only the sound, smell, taste and touch of the man above him. He reached for Nick, content to merely hold him as his body was thoroughly explored.

He arched up into the mouth devouring him, nipples aching under gentle teeth and tongue, incoherent words and cries issuing from his mouth unchecked. He moaned in loss as Nick sat up; straddling his legs, and then swung off the bed to rummage in his bag.

Nick returned with his hands behind his back, hiding silk scarves. He pounced, securing Greg's wrists to the headboard, and then tied one scarf around his eyes, blindfolding him.

His burning eyes swept over Greg's naked body with satisfaction, taking in the way his lover's body was spread out wantonly for him across the bed. With his hands tied over his head, long legs stretched wide and chest heaving in helpless anticipation, Greg looked like the embodiment of desire and Nick thought that he'd never seen anything more beautiful. He set about exploring the slender toned body with hands and tongue, tasting and sniffing as if memorizing the taste, feel and scent of his lover.

Greg twisted his hands in his restraints, his flesh slowly set on fire as he arched into each unexpected touch, the swipe of a hot tongue, teeth grazing nipples, hands gently caressing; every sensation unexpectedly heightened by his blindness, by never knowing where Nick would caress him next. He moaned shamelessly as he willingly yielded all control to his lover.

"Nick, please…" he begged.

Nick lowered his head and sucked at the tender skin inside the curve of Greg's hipbone, hard enough to leave an impressive mark. He sat up to survey it and was pleased. "Mine," he growled possessively.

"Yours…" Greg breathed submissively.

Nick nosed his way to Greg's cock, hard and weeping with fluid. He tasted experimentally and Greg thrust up, searching blindly for Nick's hot tongue. Nick grabbed Greg's hip and held him down against the mattress as he slowly licked, kissed and sucked the younger man, who shamelessly begged and pleaded for release. Nick smiled wickedly and continued to tease, bringing Greg to the edge, shaking with frustration, and then backing off to hear him plead again.

Nick released him completely and watched him buck upwards, trying to find some release, He crawled up Greg's body and suddenly lowered himself so that his own excited hardness dug into Greg's stomach, nipping at the younger man's lips before plunging into the hot depths. He took Greg's cock in his hand and started stroking in earnest, up and down, swiping his thumb over the head to collect the dripping fluid, spreading it for lubrication, increasing his pace until his hand was almost a blur, matched by the thrust Greg's hips. Writhing wildly, Greg's breathing became more ragged until with a hoarse scream he came, spilling hot fluid over Nick's hand.

Gently releasing him, Nick spread Greg's cum over his own cock and positioned himself between Greg's legs. He spread the buttocks to reveal the hidden entrance and entered in one hard fast thrust as Greg cried out. Nick rested for a moment as he lay sheathed within the silky heat of the throbbing passage. Greg lay compliantly spread open for him, long legs splayed wide, breathing heavily as his desire reawakened and his cock twitched between them.

Nick started to move, unable to control the instinctive flexing of his hips, groaning with delight as he felt Greg's legs clasp him tightly around the waist, heels digging into his back as the slighter man tried to lift himself up to meet each driving stroke. Nick grabbed Greg's ass, pulling him up higher, changing the angle just enough to drag across the seat of pleasure deep inside as he pounded down hard.

After missing Greg desperately all week, Nick was surprised with his own restraint. Again he indulged himself, teasing Greg, bringing him to the edge and backing away. But it wasn't just to tease; he wanted to feel the intimate connection between them. Being buried so deeply inside his lover after being without him for so long made him want to prolong their joining until he was completely enveloped by the love he felt so strongly from Greg. His eyes softened as he watched Greg writhing under him, impassioned cries and soft moans issuing from kiss-swollen lips.

Nick reached up to pull the blindfold off, driven by a sudden need to see his lover's eyes. Long lashes fluttered and then the soft velvet depths of Greg's eyes were fixed on him, drowning him in love and desire.

"Please…" Greg begged again and Nick reached for his erection, stroking in time as he thrust forcefully against the sweet spot and brought the younger man to climax again, gently coaxing him through the aftershocks as his hips jerked and his chest heaved.

Nick raised himself on his arms and thrust hard, finding his own release, howling as he orgasmed, filling Greg's body with his hot cum. He lowered himself onto his lover, reaching up to release the ties. He sighed as Greg's arms came around him with a soft, contented sigh.

They lay together in satiated silence until Nick's softened member slipped out. He rose to fetch a washcloth and cleaned them. Greg pulled him back to lie next to him, tangling their legs. Eventually they would get up, take a shower, maybe order room service. Tomorrow he would show Nick the city he loved, share all the things he'd thought about during the week. But for right now, they were enough, all they needed. It didn't matter how big a room or what city they were in as long as they were together.

"I can't believe you set all this up for me. I missed you so much," Greg crooned into Nick's ear.

Nick shuddered as the hot breath warmed him. "You kept saying how much you missed me and what you wanted to show me here. I wanted to surprise you."

"You did! I never expected this in a million years!"

"After you got me those tickets to Keith Urban, I've been trying to think of something to show you how much I love you…"

"I know you do," Greg said, caressing Nick's face softly.

"But I don't tell you enough," Nick struggled forward. "I feel the warmth of your love fill me up, make me whole. You say wonderful things to me and I just answer, 'me too'. I wanted to do something more. I wanted you to feel the way I do when I'm with you."

"You gave me your heart, what more could I want?" Greg pulled Nick close and kissed him softly.