Chapter 9

A/N: This is mostly fan service. If there is a supreme lack of skill then I apologize, this was my very first time writing such a scene. After this is the end of this short Fan Fiction. I hope everyone has enjoyed it.

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Nick was frustrated. Frustrated beyond belief. After they had confessed to each other, he expected something different to happen in their relationship but he was disappointed. Gatsby treated him with the utmost of respect and they joyously spent their days together in peace but Nick wanted to take the step forward. Frankly speaking, he was sexually frustrated.

Each time he saw Gatsby he would feel happiness envelope his senses, he would feel full and content with the life he had but like all people, he wanted more. He wanted to feel the burning throes of passion as he moved with Gatsby make the very heaven shake with their love. He had the decency to blush at the thought but never the less the thought persisted.

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Gatsby was walking down the hallway looking for Nick to invite him to go to a boat ride but the man continued to elude him. He had noticed that Nick had been shy lately but it had been nothing to worry about yet now that he couldn't find him worry shot to the forefront of his mind. He checked each room, and with each failure to find his love his footsteps sped. By the time he heard him, he was running.

"Uhn…" Nicks strained voice broke through his concentration. His voice crept out of the doors crevice and stirred Gatsby's hair to stand on edge. Cautiously, he opened the door. "Ah…" Again. Gatsby felt somewhat anxious but walked forward, silently. He felt compelled to call out to him but for some reason he didn't.

When Gatsby rounded the corner what he saw stunned him. Nick was sitting splayed out on the bed, with only a shirt on. He was sweating badly and had his eyes closed in concentration. But Gatsby refused to step forward. Nick had his left hand braced on the bed and was stroking himself fiercely with the other. He was moaning softly, and twitching forward to meet his hand with every downward stroke. Gatsby continued to stare, feeling his pants tighten as his member swelled in response.

Finally, Nick lurched forward and climaxed, his semen spraying onto his hand. Spent from relieving himself Nick crashed onto the bed and closed his eyes, not quite content.

Suddenly, Nick felt the bed sink as another weight landed on the bed. He opened his eyes in shock to find Gatsby leaning down to lick at his limp member. Nick stifled a gasp, capturing Gatsby's attention. Slowly, Gatsby rose his head to meet Nick's lips with his own. Taking the one chance given to him, Nick hugged Gatsby and pulled him up against him to deepen the kiss. Their tongues danced together and slide against each other, eliciting moans from both. Nick pulled his body flush up against Gatsby's in lust and found that Gatsby was also suffering the effects of desire. Impulse ran down his spin in a chill as he broke the kiss and pushed Gatsby back.

Gingerly, he bent forward to reach down and gripped Gatsby through his pants. The charismatic man started with the sudden pressure but moaned when Nick rubbed lightly. Nick stopped rubbing to reach down to try and unzip Gatsby's pants but his hand stopped him. When he looked up Gatsby was staring at him intently, again slowly he leaned forward to kiss. This time it was chaste, with Gatsby breaking it to suck on Nicks neck and send light breathy kisses across his exposed shoulder.

Eventually, the shirt got in the way. Angry at the weak piece of cloth, Gatsby uncharacteristically tore it off Nick and continued to suckle Nick's smooth chest. Nick by now was thoroughly enjoying the treatment he was getting. His member stiffened once more and rubbed lightly on Gatsby's suit. The friction made him moan, alerting Gatsby to his current state. Gatsby as well wanted release. He rose from his position and stripped his clothes off, tossing them carelessly to the floor.

Climbing on to the bed he grasped Nick's shaft and pumped rapidly, giving Nick no warning. Startled by the sudden pleasure Nick gasped and moaned. Soon, he came squirting all over Gatsby and himself, moaning loudly.

Gatsby gazed down at Nick as he climaxed relishing in the glazed look that passed over his eyes and the way his glimmering body tensed. He continued to gaze down at Nick even after he had climaxed, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest.

Nick noticed that Gatsby still had not climaxed as he came down from his pleasure induced elation. Dismayed, he leaned forward and quickly captured Gatsby's hard, throbbing length and began to pump it. Embarrassed slightly he glanced up to find Gatsby shivering in pleasure. He had his eyes closed in lust and his mouth shut to hold in the moans. Awed by what he saw, Nick stared at Gatsby trying to memorize the sight he beheld.

As he stared at Gatsby's length suddenly, he was overcome with the urge to taste it. The colored head bobbed before his face, taunting him to try and catch it. So catch it he did. He pulled it right into his mouth and sucked. The taste was foreign but for some reason, he liked it. Leisurely, he dragged his tongue up from the base and grazed his teeth on the tip. Pre-cum dripped from the tip and slid down the shaft. Greedily, Nick kissed the fluid and swallowed what little he was given. But still he starved for more. Getting impatient, and forgetting that the length belonged to Gatsby, Nick sucked on it hard. When none came out, he sucked harder and harder, bobbing his head to get little bits that slipped past him. Eventually, he was fulfilled when a blast of semen burst out, filling his mouth.

Nick stopped what he was doing, coming back to earth and remembering that he held Gatsby's spent cock in his hands. When the full entirety of his actions hit him he blushed madly in humiliation.

Gatsby reached down tired from his climax but brought Nicks face up to him to kiss him deeply, Again the play started as their tongues intertwined. Both began to rub together, their bodies grazing then pressing, creating unbelievable friction, both became hard. Rushing ever so slightly Gatsby reached over onto the stand and pulled out a small bottle of what Nick guessed was lubricant. Carefully, he coated his fingers with the gel and wormed his fingers to Nicks entrance. He waited briefly for consent but when Nick wiggled his butt closer he smiled and slid one finger in.

Nick gasped as he felt Gatsby's finger slide into him. Yes, the pain was still there but unlike all the other times, this time, he wanted it. Slowly the finger pulled in and out, creating wet noises and flaming both their desires. Gatsby dove in for a kiss to distract while he slid the second finger in. Nick felt the extra digit but knew from the first time to relax so the pain didn't last as long. Eventually he was moaning into Gatsby's mouth and moving his hips to get the fingers to go deeper, faster.

Gatsby kissed Nick deeply while his fingers pumped in and out of him. Suddenly, Nick spasmed and pushed onto Gatsby's fingers, moaning all the while. Curious, Gatsby pumped and spun his fingers until he hit a small batch of nerves, eliciting a similar response. Happy that he had found Nick's sweet spot he slid in the third finger and massaged the batch of nerves once more. Nick quickly got used to the size and gasped Gatsby's name, wanting him to enter him.

Gatsby answered almost immediately, sliding his fingers out and positioning himself at the entrance. He hesitated one last time, remembering the Nick had been violated in the past but Nick shoved himself down, making Gatsby's stiff member impale him. Fuller than he had ever felt, Nick climaxed then and there.

Gatsby laughed in merriment and began to move, loving how his length filled every inch of Nick, relishing in how Nick embraced him and moved. Soon the pleasure began to build up and rise like a tide within them, searching for a way to break out. The bed creaked with the force and the very walls seemed to shake but the two continued. They couldn't stop when they were so close. In one moment, they came. In a blinding wave of pleasure. Both spent, they fell, together onto the bed.

Feeling the cold for the first time, Nick shifted closure to Gatsby vaguely feeling the limp shaft slip out o him. Content for the first time in a long time, Nick drifted off to sleep.

Gatsby stayed awake, watching Nick sleep, pressed up against him. As he continued to watch him, the guilt over leaving Daisy dissipated leaving only Nick in his mind. Yes. He thought. He finally did reach his green light.