Chapter 3

For the next several days, Nick did well to avoid Greg. When they did have to be together – usually so Nick could show Greg some chore in need of being done – Nick kept his distance. In the evenings, Nick would grab a plate of food and retreat to his room to eat.

He'd been in the saddle nearly all day this day, and he was sore and felt grimy. Looking forward to a long soak in the jacuzzi tub, Nick listened for the door across the hall at the head of the stairs to close, which would signal that Greg had gone to his own room for the night.

In his parents' bathroom, he started the water, then went back to his room to grab his dinner dishes to return to the kitchen.

Back in the bathroom, he closed the door, stripped and climbed into the tub.

Sinking into the steaming water, he sighed. A few more minutes, and the tub was full, so he turned off the water and turned on the jets.

Leaning back, he let his head rest against the edge of the tub, his eyes closing in contentment as the day's abuses to his muscles were worked out.

The jacuzzi motor was just loud enough to cover the soft opening and closing of the bathroom door.

"Mmm... Bet that feels good!" Greg's low purr made Nick's eyes fly open, and he sat bolt upright. Nick turned his head to find himself face to face with Greg, who was on his haunches, head resting on his crossed arms, which were on the edge of the tub.

"What the hell! Greg, get out!" Nick tried to make his voice low and dangerous, but it wouldn't cooperate. Instead, it acted like he was a teenager again, cracking in a disturbing fashion.

"Um, no! I think I'll join you," Greg said, straightening to a standing position.

He strutted to the sink, hips swaying provocatively, and Nick found himself unable to turn away or close his eyes. He licked his lips unconsciously.

As Greg touched a button on the CD player he'd brought in the bathroom with him, low sensuous music filled the room. Nick was sure there were lyrics, but his mind couldn't wrap itself around them and what Greg was doing.

His back still to Nick, Greg swayed to the music, his arms moving slowly up his torso, brushing across the sides of his cheeks, up above his head.

Nick couldn't tear his gaze away. The thought of escape crossed his mind, to be quickly dismissed as the only way out lay beyond Greg. Plus, he was not going to try to get past Greg with nothing on. That would surely lead to disaster.

Continuing to sway and move, Greg slowly turned around, his hands going to the buttons of his brown striped shirt. One by one, he opened the buttons, exposing his tanned chest.

And there was that strangled sound escaping Nick's throat again.

Slipping one hand into his shirt, Greg teased his nipple, moaning in pleasure.

After bringing his nipple to a hard peak, Greg trailed his fingertips down his stomach, then back up again, finally pushing the shirt off his shoulders. It fluttered to the floor, forgotten.

Still swaying to the music, Greg allowed his hands to travel over his body again.

His eyelids were drooped heavily over his eyes, but they were still opened, and he watched Nick watching him, noted the hitching breath, the repeated lip licking, the flushed skin.

With the index finger of his right hand, Greg traced an invisible line down the middle of his chest to the waistband of his jeans, then down the denim over the bulge of his hard on.

Trailing his finger back up again, Greg brought the other hand down, and slowly began to unbutton the fly of his jeans.

Turning around again, Greg slid his thumbs into the belt loops at the back of his jeans. Pulling down, he began to ease the material over his brief enclosed ass.

Now he pushed the jeans down the rest of the way, pulling his bare feet free. As Greg once again turned to face Nick, he watched Nick gasp at the sight of Greg's raging erection dampening the light blue briefs he wore.

Still swaying to the music, Greg pushed his index fingers into the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down just far enough to give Nick a peek of what lay beneath.

Yet again, Greg caught that strangled sound from Nick, and there was no mistaking the effect it had on him, as his cock jumped beneath the constricting blue briefs.

And this was as far as Greg went. He knew that if he removed that last article of clothing, he wouldn't be able to restrain himself. He'd jump in that tub and take Nick.

Quickly gathering his shirt and jeans, Greg clutched them to his chest and moved to the door. Nick watched him owlishly, unable to believe that Greg hadn't made good on his promise to get in the tub.

As Greg reached for the door knob, he looked back at Nick and said, "Don't fight Fate, Nicky!" then he was gone, the door closing softly behind him.

Finally able to move again, Nick leaned back once more. Taking a breath, he plunged himself under the now tepid water, and came back up sputtering for air. He was so hard it hurt, but he refused to touch himself, because if he gave in to that temptation, he might give in to the one down the hall. That couldn't happen, dammit!

A small voice in the back of his mind told him it would, though.

Much to his own chagrin, he believed it.

A/N: Isn't Greg such a tease! evil grin I do hope he's doing a good job of seducing Nick!