A/N- Well here it is, the final chapter. Again I do have thoughts on doing a sequel and mostly depending on all your responses and time on my side, I might do one. But I truly want to thank each and every one of you who took time to review again and again. I so appreciate your responses for being so positive. Hopefully this ending does not disappoint. :)
Greg stood in the kitchen, cleaning up the dishes from their meal. They had finished their meal of ham, scalloped potatoes, green beans and a strawberry cheesecake a few hours prior but they just piled the dishes in the sink to deal with later. His parents had only left a few minutes ago after spending most of the day with him and Nick. He was going to drive them to the airport the next morning.
He felt hands come around his waist and a head rest on his shoulder. "Hmm, you're very sexy when you are cleaning up the dishes," the voice whispered in his ear. He snorted. "Yeah, sexy with soap all over my hands. I thought you were going to look at the work calendar to see when we can free up time next year to use that condo my parents got us in the Cabo?"
"I did and well we are probably going to have to wait until at least April since we've both used all of our time plus extra recently," Nick said to him as he started to nibble on his lover's ear.
"Ahhh, well it's not like we could help it." He leaned his head back a moment to let Nick nibble down his neck. "Uh, God, you know I really missed this. You also know that I can't get much work done when you are doing that to me."
"Hmmm, that's the idea." Nick turned him around and laid a kiss on his lips as he pushed his hands down to his sides. "I think we should move this someplace more comfortable," he said as he broke the kiss momentarily.
"Hmm, yeah but what about the dishes?" Greg asked as he let Nick maneuver him out of the kitchen.
"The dishes will still be there later. I just want to have you all for myself now," Nick said to him in a husky voice as he led him into the bedroom. He stopped before the foot of the bed and started kissing him again. Greg felt a little dizzy with Nick's onslaught of affection. Next thing he knew he felt Nick's hands go under his shirt hem and pull it up off of him. Suddenly he felt very self-conscious and stepped back against the edge of the bed.
"Uh, you know after the fiasco last night I'm not so sure we should be doing this again," he said nervously. He wrapped his arms around his chest. Nick looked at him seriously and placed his hands on his folded arms.
"I know you are still a bit freaked out but you shouldn't be. And stop covering yourself," he told him as he pulled his arms free and pushed them down to his sides. "You're still beautiful to me," he told him as he gazed lovingly at his scarred torso. To show him, he made him sit down on the bed. He then proceeded to take off his own shirt and place his hand on Greg's chest. He pushed him gently onto his back. He hovered above him and started placing delicate kisses down his neck, to his chest, making sure to kiss every scar that was clearly visible. He felt Greg shudder a bit under him. He picked up his head to look into his eyes a moment. "Does it hurt?"
The younger man shook his head. "No, just some are sensitive and… it sort of tickles," he said with a lopsided grin.
"Ticklish is good. I like ticklish," he said and then proceeded to lower his head again and place his mouth on Greg's left nipple. As he started to lap his tongue at it, he felt Greg buck a little under him. He moved to the other one and pulled with his teeth at it.
"Fuck, Nick," he heard the younger man groan with pleasure. Nick smiled to himself and then continued a slow pace of kissing and licking down his chest, every once in a while dealing with Greg squirming under his touch.
He reached the waistband of Greg's sweatpants and saw the tenting, knowing he was doing the job well. He looked up and saw Greg cautiously watching his every move. He grabbed the waistband and waited for Greg to slightly lift himself up so he could pull his pants and underwear off. He saw a slight trembling in his lover's body and knew he was trying his best not to freak out about being naked in front of him. He looked down at the throbbing cock and couldn't help but notice a burn scar on his inner thigh. He clenched his jaw a moment hating what they did to him, no wonder he was looking so freaked out. He was giving up the control he had the night before and letting Nick be in control. He lowered his head and kissed the scar and then made his way over to his balls and cock.
"I want to taste you. I've missed your taste and smell so much," he told the younger man who still trembled slightly and gazed at him. He licked the leaking tip and saw Greg's head tilt back and heard him moan. He licked up the vein in his shaft and then proceeded to take it entirely into his mouth.
Feeling Nick's hot mouth engulf his cock sent Greg into pure pleasure. He had forgotten what it was like to be pleasured and not the one giving it. "Nicky, please," he pleaded as the man carefully sucked him off.
"Oh Nicky, oh fuck," Greg warned before spreading his essence down Nick's throat. Nick took him all and savored every last drop. Six months it had been since he had been with him, since he had tasted him. He wanted it to last.
Greg was breathing heavily; it was so long since he felt like this. All he remembered was the being the object of others satisfaction. Jasper and his gang of creeps never let him get off. He remembered when he got hard Jasper took advantage of that cock ring getting placed on him and the pain it caused him.
Nick's cock was aching and wanted to be inside Greg so much but he had to wait until he was sure he was okay with it. He sat back on his legs and looked down at Greg, who seemed to in ecstasy. He leaned down over him and whispered in his ear, "How you feeling, Babe?"
"Incredible," he said with a happy sigh.
"I want to make love to you, Greg. Can I make love to you?" Greg opened his eyes and looked into the trusting brown eyes above him. He was hesitant to say yes. He knew it was going to be painful and then he feared his own thoughts.
"I'll take it slow and you can tell me to stop if it bothers you too much," Nick said to him.
Greg nervously nodded his head. "You can but make sure you wear a condom."
Nick frowned. He knew Greg was still worried about possibly having some sexually transmitted disease even though so far he tested negative. "Of course I will." He reached over and picked out the lube and a condom from their nightstand drawer.
Greg grabbed a pillow and placed it under his hips. He was nervous and hoped Nick didn't notice.
Nick put some lube on his finger. "I'm going to slowly put in one finger," he told him. He saw Greg nervously nod. He slowly slid in his finger and felt Greg tense up immediately. "Easy, you need to try to relax some," he told him. He nodded again and tried closing his eyes to concentrate on feeling Nick's finger inside him. Nick gradually added another finger and felt him tense again. He could feel him trembling. He wasn't sure he wanted to continue since he seemed to be reacting so strongly. It wasn't until he heard Greg tell him to keep going that he added a third finger. He tried working his channel open more but the muscles were still tensed up. He could also feel some scar tissue and it pained him.
Greg was starting to have flashbacks as he felt some pain. "I'm going to ram my fist up your ass, then you'll know what pain is," he remembered Jasper telling him one time. He didn't realize he was starting to hyperventilate until he heard Nick's voice. "Hey, hey Greg. Open your eyes and look at me, Babe. It's Nick, no one else. Just me." He opened his eyes and saw Nick's worried face looking at him. "If you want me to stop I will. I don't want to hurt you."
Greg shook his head, trying to fight back tears. "No, I just…I just need to keep eye contact with you. I'll be okay. Keep going. I need to create new memories to forget these others."
Hearing that broke Nick's heart but it also helped him to go forward. "Okay, then keep your eyes on me. I'm going to go now." His cock was leaking as he rolled the condom on. He approached Greg's entrance and then pushed in. He heard Greg grimace and temporarily close his eyes only to open them again and refocus on him. He had his mouth open, taking slow breaths. He knew he was hurting but he pushed in all the way to just have him get use to his girth. He felt so tight he was not sure how long he was going to be able to hold out.
"Move Nick, slowly, okay?" Greg said to him, trying not to show the pain he was in. He didn't think it would hurt as bad as it was but after the abuse he took and the scar tissue that formed after it caused for a lot of pain.
Nick started to a slow rhythm, staring down at Greg. He could see he was in pain and he wanted to stop but he also knew that Greg would probably be mad if he did. "Greg, damn you are so tight, I'm not going to last long." He picked up his pace a little bit and must have hit the right spot as Greg suddenly bucked under him and swore.
"That's it, right there Nick, fuck," he swore as his lover rubbed against his prostrate again. The pain was starting to give way to pleasure as Nick continued to hit the spot over and over. "God Nick…oh my …thank you. I love you so much," he said as he started to lose himself in Nick's rhythm.
"Love you Greg," Nick yelled out as he finally felt his release. He collapsed on top of Greg, burying his head in the crick of his neck. He proceeded to lift his head and kiss Greg on the forehead. He gazed down at him. His lover smiled up at him, bringing his hands to his face. He pulled his face down to him so he could kiss him thoroughly.
"Merry Christmas, Nick," he smiled as Nick lifted his face back up.
"Merry Christmas, Greggo," Nick said with a smirk. He finally moved and pulled out of Greg. He discarded the condom and then lay back down next to Greg. Greg turned onto his side and Nick wrapped his arms around him.
"I didn't hurt you too much, did I?" He asked him now that they were resting.
"No, I'm okay now. It hurt but it wasn't that bad. I've suffered much worse."
Nick sighed. He brushed his lips over the old scars on his upper back from the lab explosion years ago. "I don't want to hurt you," he whispered to him.
Greg turned over and faced him. He brushed his thumb over his cheek. "You can never hurt me, not purposely. I know that and you know that. A few more times and I am sure I will be over it. After a while I just learned to ignore the old pain. It was only the new pains that caused me so much agony. But I'm okay now. No more cutting myself or anything like that. I know I have you and you are what's getting me through every day."
"I am happy that you stopped hurting yourself. I think that scared me more than you realized. Knowing you were doing that while I was around and I hadn't noticed really bothered me. Knowing that I wasn't enough for you back then was hurtful to me," he admitted to him.
"No, it wasn't that you weren't enough for me. You were always there but I didn't want to burden you. I wanted to solve my problems my own way, granted I picked a crappy way and it really didn't work I guess but at the time it felt right. But now, I know if it was not for you always being there for me it would have been far worse."
Nick brushed a hand through his hair, studying his face. "Well we are past all that now, aren't we?"
Greg smiled. "Yeah, we are. I think I finally believe I will be okay. I mean here we are in the same room I killed Jasper in and I'm able to let you make love to me, as it should be. I should have never let him taint this room with his acts. But that foul, disgusting pig is out of our lives for good. And I know I'll keep wondering about that other man but I know I can't let it ruin what I have with you. Since you seem to be willing to accept me as I am, marked and all, I have to move forward with my life."
"Hmmm, turn over on your stomach," Nick told him. Greg gave him a curious look not sure what he wanted to do. "Come on, I'm not going to hurt you. You know that." Greg nodded and swallowed hard before turning over onto his stomach. He felt Nick pull down the sheets to reveal his complete nakedness. He felt his self-consciousness kicking in again and looked behind him at Nick who was looking at his back.
"Uh, you know I really hate being like this. It makes me uncomfortable," he told his dark haired lover.
"You said you were marked. I was looking for what you were talking about," he said to him.
Greg laughed nervously. "Uh, you know what I am talking about Nick." Suddenly he felt Nick's fingers on his backside, warm to the touch. He felt his fingers walking over his skin. He felt the fingers stop and then a kiss be placed on what he knew was a scar from the sensitivity of the skin.
"I see scars but nothing that declares anything in particular. But perhaps you are talking about this," he said to him as he placed his fingers over the initials burned into his skin that read JM. "I thought that the JM stood for Just Mine, you know, like you'll always be just mine. But perhaps it could stand for nothing at all." He leaned down and kissed the marking. "See I love every part of you, even something like that."
He looked back at Greg who had buried his head in the pillow. He realized he was crying. He pulled the sheets back up over them and then put his hands on his back. "Hey, I didn't mean to make you cry," he said somberly. Greg turned suddenly and buried his face in Nick's chest, sobbing. Nick wrapped his arms around him, running his one hand up and down his back in a soothing manner. "Hey, it's okay. Don't cry." He hated hearing him cry. After so many years of barely seeing the man even remotely cry, the last month and a half had been a revelation. Nick had always been the crier and Greg was the one to soothe him but it seemed they had traded places recently. But anytime Greg cried, it tore Nick apart too. He hated knowing there was still so much hurt inside him.
"Shhh, Baby, its okay," he said to him again, just holding him close as his sobbing subsided.
Finally after a couple minutes Greg raised his head and looked at Nick with puffy red eyes. "I'm sorry. It's just what you said, it just hit me like a ton of bricks and I couldn't hold back."
Nick shook his head. "It's fine. I just wanted you to know you don't have to worry about how I feel about you. Nothing that was done to you can make me love you less…if anything it makes me love you even more. You've come back from such a horrific four months with so much strength. You shake your head…you think you haven't but you have. I've told you before, I think I would have dealt with all this completely differently than you have. You are such a figure to look up to in dealing with what you have. Aside from the self-cutting, you've held up really well. I would have probably been locked away in the crazy bin by now, especially knowing some guy was still out there. No but here you are, with me, allowing me to make love to you, to hold you and comfort you. I was willing to wait longer but you surprised me and were ready."
"Nick, you give yourself too little credit. You dealt with being buried alive fairly well. I am not so sure I would have done as well. Given the chance to kill myself after all those months, if someone had put a gun in my hand I would have pulled the trigger," he told him.
"Yeah but the difference was, I was about to pull that trigger after only a few hours buried. You were there 4 months and still came back to me. You told me yourself you were not suicidal because you had me."
"That was after you found me…before I would have if someone gave me the chance. I tried to starve myself but Jasper forced food down my throat when I did. He didn't want me to die, he just wanted me weak enough to put up no fight. He wanted me as his eager and willing slave, neither of which I ever was. He just did enough damage to destroy any spirit I had left in me and gave up the fight," he told him.
Nick shook his head. "Let's not talk about this anymore. Let's not say who is braver, stronger or whatever. I just want us to be us, to enjoy that we have each other."
Greg smiled at him. He picked up Nick's left hand and ran his index finger over the silver band on his finger. "I agree. I just want us to be happy and enjoy the life we have created with one another. The day you walked into my life was the best day ever."
"And the day you said you would go out with me was the best day for me, besides last night when you finally took the ring and agreed to wear it. Now everyone will know we are dedicated to each other," he nuzzled up to Greg and kissed him.
Greg kissed him back. "Nicholas Stokes, you saved me. I love you."
"I love you too, G. Now how about we clean those dishes," he chuckled.
Greg laughed. "I wondered how long you could let those go undone. Last one to the kitchen is a rotten egg." He gave Nick a sly grin and then sprang out of bed in all his nakedness and ran to the kitchen. Nick laughed, seeing the old Greg coming back. He got up and didn't bother putting on any clothes either to join his lover in the kitchen.