Deticated to serenity151979 for reminding me why I love writing Nick&Greg
And to Gwen, for why I love the characters that George and Eric created for us.

Pairing: Nick/Greg

Author: Shacky20

Rating: M

Summary: Your hearts desires...

Disclaimer: You're Kidding right?

Hard bodies pressing together, hands intertwine as senses heighten. Warm moist lips meeting for another passionate kiss. He snaked his hands up the unfamiliar form of another man's hard chest, but something about it felt so right. He continued his path across his back, to pull him closer. Nick wanted to devour Greg with his kiss, mark him as his and only his. He felt the strong hands of Greg bite into his arms, gripping him tighter, pulling him closer.

Nick felt Greg's hold on him loosen as he stared down at Nick's eyes with a gleam that sent shivers throughout his body. He closed his eyes and just concentrated on the feeling. The feel of Greg's tongue taste the skin of his neck, savor the flavor of his skin beneath Greg's lips. The way his breath was so warm and tantalizing, he held onto the back of Greg's neck gently, wanting to feel every part, the way he moved on top on him. Words escaped his mouth like a prayer he had learned years ago but could only now say aloud. Nick could feel the hard, lithe body move down his chest and stomach, as if memorizing each inch of skin he touched. The soft kisses mingled with the gentle bites against his nipples sent Nick to places he never knew existed.

Warm wetness surrounded his hard cock, Greg's beautiful full lips surrounding him, capturing him, worshiping him. Nick realized the soft sounds were coming from his own body, the low groans and whispers of please and more kept spilling over his lips into the quiet night air. Nothing but the sounds of their own lovemaking filled the room, making the experience even more vivid. The heat between them, the way Greg's beautifully scarred back felt under his hands. Nick thought he might cry when Greg licked a path between his ass up to his balls where he gently suckled them into his own warmth. A soft tearing sound broke through the stillness of the room as Nick felt the sheet underneath his hand give underneath his ever tightening hold on the thin material.

Greg dipped his tongue into the slit of his cock to capture the sweet taste of him. Nick arched into his mouth as he felt the pleasure ripple through his groin. He grabbed Greg's hair and pulled him forcefully towards his mouth. Greg secretly loved when Nick used his superior strength on him. Never to hurt, but always with a need, a desire, to have him now, gave Greg a feeling of power that only he held the key to unlock the passion inside Nick Stokes.

"You taste so perfect Nick," Greg whispered against his lips, Nick could almost taste himself on the words Greg spoke to him.

He took in Greg's lips, licking and nipping at them. Wanting to show his lover the slow torture he was feeling as he slid his hard cock against the others man, capturing Greg's soft pleas of want and need into his own mouth. He traced his tongue along the younger man's lips, trying not to give in too soon, waiting to die in this moment. Nick felt Greg start to grind against him, their precum mixing, burning liquid between them making him want to die just like this. His kisses became harder, wanting more, to taste more, devour this man, claim him as his, always.

Greg kept up his subtle assault against Nick's cock, making the older man weep with pleasure, but never letting go, never giving in, waiting for the darkness consume him.

"God Nick, please. I want you so much, always have." Words of desire and sounds of utter pleasure fell from those lips as Nick looked in his eyes, laden with all that want, all that need, just for him. Had Greg really wanted him all along?

"Please Nick, I want you in me please, fuck me, make love to me, I can't wait anymore." The words spoken from frustration and years of anticipation and hope, was that hope he heard. Nick could deny this man nothing.

He held onto Greg as he rolled him over, covering the man with his own body. Never losing contact, Greg's cock pressing into his, wanting him as much and he wanted Greg. What had he missed, how could he so blind all along? He gently pushed his way into Greg, the feeling of being completely wrapped in Greg's silken body.

"Yes Nick, waited so long for you. More. Need you, want you. Where have you been?" Nick could barely understand the words he spoke. His whole mind and body were overtaken with the sensations, the feelings, how incredible it felt to finally be inside this man. His heart's desire coming true.

He tried to hold on, slow thrusts quickly becoming rushed, erratic. Greg's voice becoming more and more distant as he lost himself in his approaching orgasm his body was demanding from him.

"God Nick, so perfect. Waited for you, where have you been, waiting for you to come to me Nick." The voice grew faint, barely a whisper to his ears. "Still waiting for you Nick, please, I'm here waiting……"

Nick awoke to the memories of Greg whispering to him in his mind, as he kept grinding himself into the bed. His body soaked with sweat as he could still feel the man under him. He rolled to his side and took hold of his painful erection, seeking the release it so desperately was longing. He bit his lower lip as to not cry out in pleasure as he began the hard strokes, his hips thrusting up to meet his tight fist, imagining what it would be like buried deep into Greg's body. Being surrounded by all the warmth, energy, life. The soft whimper couldn't be held back as he felt his warm cum spill across his hand as Greg's name fell from his lips. He rolled onto his back, panting, trying to catch his breath, reliving the feelings of pure desire and love in his mind again. He couldn't keep this up, he was so killing himself with this self inflicted loneliness.

He looked around another unfamiliar room, another unfamiliar apartment, with yet another unfamiliar woman lying next to him.

Nick looked at the bedside clock, it was only 1:00 AM, how could he sleep at this time. Especially after another dream of Greg, wanting him, tasting him. He couldn't do it, but he had to do this, didn't he?

Without another thought, he got out of the stranger's bed and grabbed his pants and slipped them on as he stepped into what was hopefully the bathroom. He dialed the number he had memorized but had never dare use.

"Hello, Sanders."

"Uh, hey Greg, it's Nick, I didn't wake you did I?" He asked nervously, trying not to let his trepidation show through in his voice.

"Nah, couldn't sleep, what's up, do I need to come into work?" He hated to lie to Nick, but he had to. How could he tell Nick he was woken up again by yet another dream of the older man. Kissing him, tasting him, fucking him.

"No, no, nothing like that. I, uh, I was hoping we could maybe, go get a cup of coffee or something, uh talk. Figured you were the guy to call when I needed a good place to go for coffee."

"My reputation precedes me as always I see." His confidence and voice returning to him, after the surprise of hearing Nick's voice on the line.

"As always G, there's something I really need to talk to you about. Can we meet up if you aren't busy?" The twinge of nervousness betrayed his usual confident voice Greg couldn't help but detect.

"Uh, sure. I can be there in fifteen minutes, do you know my favorite place?" Greg asked, curious as to what his older friend needed to speak to him about at 1:00 AM, what was so important it couldn't wait until work. What if he knew?

"I remember the place, I'll see you there. Bye Greg." Nick shut his phone, slipping out the front door of the woman's apartment, wishing he could remember her name. Then again, maybe it was best he didn't. No notes to leave, no exchange of phone numbers and promises of phone calls that would never come. Without thinking of the consequences or fears, he drove off to an uncertain future.

Greg stared at the phone, listening as the line began the annoying screech letting him know Nick was no longer there. He was waiting, to meet Greg, wanted to talk to him. As Greg clicked his phone shut, he grabbed his jeans and his cleanest button down. As he grabbed his keys and shut the door behind him, he knew his life was about to change, but how was yet to be seen, but now there was something he never had before, hope.