“So, did you watch it?”

Nick cleared his throat. “Results, Greg.”

Greg tilted his head endearingly. “But I asked you a question.”

“And I asked you to do your job.”

“You don’t have to be so cranky, Nick. You like to play with me,” Greg mused, releasing the file to Nick’s snatching fingers. “Or maybe you’d like to...play...with me...” He drew himself closer to the man now pretending to read, and began a teasing whisper into his ear, “I just want to know what you thought of it.”

Nick remained stoic, eyes glued to that sheet, intensely focused.

“You know, in the first one, I was thinking of you... That I had your mouth...”

Nick flushed.

“And in the second one, I imagined you were the–”

“Hey guys.” Warrick breezed into the room, as casual as the sweeping wind of a cool summer day. “Greg, what’d you come up with?”

“Why don’t you ask Nick? He’s got the answers right there.”

“I, um– I need to use the restroom,” Nick said, using the filed paperwork for a crotch-shield as he left the room.

“But I needed–” Warrick began.

Nick was gone.

“Fine. If ya gotta go, I guess...” Warrick’s eyes met Greg’s in their lost surrender.

Greg smiled.

He didn’t know why Greg had given it to him. At first he simply assumed it had something to do with the case. He was sitting upon the bench before the lockers, tying a loosened shoelace when Greg entered, immediately offering him this package. Standing up, Nick informed the younger man, “Hey, I’ve already punched out, Greggo--take that to somebody else.”

“It’s not-” Greg shrugged, drawing one shoulder up, twitchy and a little nervous. “It’s not for- for that it’s just, it’s for you. Something I thought you might be interested in. I mean, if you’re not, that’s cool. Then I don’t- I mean, just don’t think I was-”

“What is it?” Nick asked, flipping the taped-sealed brown envelope. “A videotape?”

“Yeah, it’s just...”

“What, a movie?”

“Kind of.”

“What’s it called?”

“It’s... Actually, Nick, I really need to get back. I’m not on a break and I just saw you were leaving and I wanted to catch you before you left so I’m gonna-” He pointed over his shoulder with his thumb, before abruptly twisting to head in its direction.

If only Nick had known, but he didn’t suspect. Even as it began, he thought it was a mistake. Because there was Greg, standing in front of his queen-sized bed and looking directly through the TV at Nick. Greg just stared for a moment, considering, then his fingers took the collar of his light blue T-shirt into their pinched grasp, working it over his head and subsequently off.

Nick stopped the tape immediately, terrible things clicking in his mind. Greg must have given him the wrong tape. Any minute Nick would get a phone call, ‘Oh god, Nick, don’t watch that tape.’ Or maybe he had simply intended to record over it, but forgot to initially rewind. Greg could be mortified if this wasn’t his intent. Granted, so long as Nick never said anything--and decided to feed his stunned intrigue anyway--Greg would never know.

But then…what if Greg did know? What if this was his intent?

But how would… Nick had never said anything. Never told anyone. He barely felt safe enough to tell himself, to even blow the slightest breath upon the smoldering embers of desire residing in the recesses of his mind. He’d never been near another man, yet--not in that way--too afraid confirm these hidden desires by giving in so physically. So consciously. It wasn’t like he hadn’t had opportunities. Men weren’t afraid to hit on him. But he never considered that it was because maybe...maybe they knew.

And what if... What if Greg knew?

Nick inched closer to the TV, sinking to his knees and sliding the coffee table out of his way as he neared the large blue screen. He turned the volume down, leaving it at only a few notches, and looked over his shoulders to make sure the blinds were drawn, just in case. Then, manually, he pressed play again, the ‘straight’ part of his mind begging it to suddenly cut to a football game or some silly TV show that Greg thought only Nick could appreciate, regardless of whether he actually would or not. While the rest of him remained enthralled, glued to the soon naked young man as he crawled over the covers and settled on his back upon the mattress.

Greg didn’t look into the camera again--there was no cockiness in this performance. He was absorbed only in what he felt, fingertips brushing hardened nipples before a hand found its way to the awakening equipment below. His fingers were so gentle with himself, Nick noticed, so loving, and the rest of him so awed and appreciative of his own touch. Greg’s cheeks flushed, the rosy blush even creeping its way to his chest, as his lips parted and his tongue traced tender lips parched in the torment of his quickening breath.

Nick had never seen it so real. Never seen another man touch himself quite like this, nor one so contentedly settled into his own bliss. Nor had he ever imagined that it would arouse such envy in him. That he would not only want such loving treatment applied to himself, but that he would be so intrigued by this other’s body. By the way his fingers nestled so delicately under his tight, blushed balls, and how his lips hung parted between those splotchy cheeks, trembling with the shuddering breaths of the one so overwhelmed by his own manipulations. He watched Greg play, and he…he wanted to join him. He wanted to touch that body. Explore it, taste it, turn it over and take in the rest of him. All while this boyish man’s breath caught and his body shivered beneath Nick.

It slipped between Greg’s fingers, slick and shiny and prettier than Nick had ever imagined. It was all so well-kempt, too, everything shaven but a remaining, trimmed patch of light brown just above the action. Nick wondered if Greg had specially prepared, if he’d spruced up for this performance. If it was intentionally done for Nick.

A hesitant hand brushed the crotch of his jeans, eyes too afraid to leave the screen, and fingertips too afraid to confirm his arousal. Still, he touched, shuddering the quickly escaping breath as the mass beneath firmed, and as Greg’s dark eyelashes so gracefully lowered, hips raising so intently to match the movements of his hand, unabashed in his pleasure. He was too far gone for shame, so alone in the world of his pleasure, probably entirely unaware of the camera at this point. Unaware of his audience, even. But then, shivering through those ever-parted lips, Greg cried his release, whispering, “Nick.”

Nick almost came himself. He sat back on his feet, numbed. He felt almost removed from his body, hot and floating and…high, as he watched Greg come down from his. He watched still, practically clinging to the television set as the other man began to breathe again. Soon, quietly, Greg slipped his naked self from the bed, and ended the recording.

It turned to snow, briefly, giving Nick a second to catch his breath before it left him again. Greg came back on the screen, face close to the lens as he adjusted a couple things, watching himself on the tiny screen. The sun was brighter this time, and he had a different outfit on. Nick recognized it, that T-shirt. This was only a few days ago--it must have been after work. Greg was so happy that day, playful and touchy. Intrigued and interested in everything Nick was working on, making up any excuse to be near him. And Nick hadn’t thought the slightest thing of it.

Then, just the same, Greg stripped back down to his nakedness.

Oh god, again.

But this time Greg had company. Not another man, but what some might argue represents the most important part of him. He took the flared base of the smooth, relatively thick thing between his fingers, those of the other hand touching it with humbled curiosity. But there was no naďveté in this appreciation, as Nick would soon find Greg knew exactly what to do with it.

The camera watched him from the side, this time, as opposed to the end of the bed. It was closer, too, enough to fit Greg’s head down to his upper thighs. And as Greg pulled those legs back, leaving them comfortably splayed, Nick discovered it was really all the space the camera needed to capture Greg’s entire body. He watched this Greg fondle himself again, in awe once more as it solidified so admirably. The other hand didn’t works his nipples or cup his balls this time, instead it wandered just below, the wet tip of a finger stroking the closed opening. He teased it, stroking it and tempting it with entrance before slipping it inside.

He shuddered a slow, thankful gasp as that finger pushed farther into himself, his pelvis rising into it. He worked it back out, slowly, lost in it before adding another. He played like that, content for a while, before attempting the toy. It looked like it was made of a soft rubbery sort of material, but firm enough to hold its own as Greg let the lubed, tapered tip kiss his asshole. He pressed gently, letting it sink a mere half inch or so inside, before easing up. He did this a few times, wooing it into accepting its intruder, panting quietly in his bliss all the while. It soon sunk in with a deliciously obvious sort of resistance, the tightness embracing it.

One hand gripped his dick, just held it as the other worked so intently with that toy, angling it as the slippery thing sunk into him to then be tugged back out against the protest of his own clenching tightness. His breath clipped, caught with each manual thrust, and his head laid rolled back against the pillows propping up his shoulders, lost again in his own pleasure, but so much farther gone than before.

It wasn’t a sacrifice, this act. He wasn’t bearing the pain for another’s pleasure, as Nick had always assumed that’s how it worked. Pain existed there only as much as another person did. It was just delicious friction, and he wanted it. He could take it, and he liked it. He was in love with it, with the sensation of being filled. And overwhelmed by the fucking of himself.

Nick’s envy, just of that toy, felt on the verge of exploding within him. His chest felt so full, and his pants so tight. He wanted to be there; he wanted that. Just to watch, in person. Just to hear those soft, moaning cries, and the breathy, hushed pants he’d encourage to be so much louder. To see it from another angle, to touch him, to help him. To make it better for him, intensify it...and just to be the one to overwhelm him.

Still, Nick couldn’t look away. He thought maybe he should because, god, he was feeling too much. It shouldn’t work like this. He shouldn’t...want Greg so badly. He did glance down, though, to unbuckle his belt. No, wait, he shouldn’t do that, either. Then, his jeans were unbuttoned and fly open and Nick was looking back up and oh god... Greg was almost gone, almost there. This session had taken longer than last time, though, but Nick was...so gone himself that he didn’t notice the time. Didn’t notice the ache in his knees or his back from kneeling there in his awe. No, the only ache he felt was in his crotch. Deep in his balls and begging him. Just to let it out, just...

Greg was almost manic now, thrusting the thing so quickly into himself, short rapid actions, panting and red and sweating. He was so flushed, so beautiful. His other hand was so desperate on his dick, too, almost as hard and needy as Nick’s was. Then, then... “Please...yeah....shit...” It started, his hand slowed and, god, “Nick.” There it was again, and his fist pumped his dick so intently, and he fucked himself so carefully, tapering it off as he drew the ecstasy from himself.

Nick was as numb as before, just stuck. Greg had done it again. Nick was his fantasy. The entire while, Nick on his mind--thinking of him, Nick’s dick inside him, hand working him above. Maybe kissing him. Loving him.

He watched the slick toy slip so carefully from Greg, and then Greg rolled from the bed in his tired haze. He smirked into the camera, not cockily just...satisfied, before the screen went to snow, then blue. Nick waited for more, holding his breath. He couldn’t take more, but he wanted it. Anything. But it didn’t come, and so he let his breath leave him, attempting to steady it. But he didn’t need to be calm. He didn’t want to be either. He was just so hot and high he had to do something about. And so, finally, he pulled down the front of his underwear, releasing his grateful and ever-so-hard cock. He touched it, wrapped his hand around it, eyes rolling back in their pleased bliss. He thought about rewinding the video, to watch it again and feel it all just as Greg did. But he couldn’t, he didn’t have the patience for that. And besides, it all kept flashing through his mind anyway, images of Greg’s bliss burned into his brain and he jacked himself so desperately. It was Greg’s hand touching him, but he had Greg’s dick. He was feeling the love Greg had for himself. He was there, and he was in Greg’s bed and he was in heaven.

He came after only a matter of minutes, right there, in front of the TV. On the carpet. He cleaned it up in his blushed shame, immediately, then took the tape out of the VCR and hid it in a locked drawer. He didn’t say a word to Greg about it the next day, having assured himself that he could pretend he hadn’t seen, but Greg knew. Just like Greg knew that Nick would like it. Just like Greg knew what Nick had even convinced himself wasn’t true.

And now he was standing here, hiding in the handicapped stall with his dick as hard as the night before and his mind just as conflicted. He didn’t know whether to give in to that throbbing or to simply will it away, all the while Greg’s hot breath and admissions still burning in his ear.

“Nick?”

“Shit,” he whispered.

“Nick? Nick, are you in one of these stalls?” he asked, pushing each door open as he walked by it, and toward the end of the rows. His head popped under the door. “Nick?”

“Go away, Greg.”

“Why?” He stood back up, pressing his face against the door and attempting to peek between the crack of the door’s hinge. “Didn’t you like it?”

“Go, Greg.”

“I know what I did to you,” he replied, his voice a low, taunting whisper.

Nick’s eyes closed, jaw clenching. He was trying to maintain control, he really was.

“Just tell me, Nick--did the idea of fucking me turn your dick to stone?”

“G-” His breath left him. “Greg,” he warned. Now that just wasn’t appropriate work talk. What if somebody heard that?

“I watched the tape, you know,” Greg simply informed. “I came to myself. Did you cum to me?”

Nick didn’t have any words left. He felt like he was going to cum right now.

“So did you watch it, Nick? You never answered.”

“I’m not answering.”

Greg was quiet for a moment, thinking. “You know, if you want, I could help you out...”

Nick let his silence serve as his questioning.

“Nobody’s around, if you just let me in real quick...”

Let him in? Oh god. But if somebody caught them... But god, he wanted it so badly. Anything, just to touch and be touched by and he was so hard and frustrated and... “I can’t.”

“Please. Nick,” he whispered, just like when he came.

Nick turned around, looking to the door in his contemplation. Fuck. He opened it.

Greg grinned and slipped inside, promptly closing it and turning the latch for Nick. “See, I always thought you-”

“No,” Nick said, eyes dark and lustful.

Greg’s bottom lip hung out, vulnerable and confused.

“Just...” They were close, face to face and hot and warm and staring so intently and then... Greg moved first, soft lips touching so delicately. Nick’s hands came to Greg’s waist, and then they were closer, bodies tight as their kiss gained more confidence. Oh god, finally, it was something. Contact and heat and Greg’s tongue and teeth and his lips with a lingering sweetness.

“I can let you fuck me, right here,” Greg eagerly whispered, holding Nick’s neck to pull their kisses closer.

Nick paused in the midst of it, staring and slightly bewildered.

“I have even have some lube and a condom in my pocket,” he informed, touching the other bulge in his pants.

Nick lost his words. He...god.

“Please, I need you to fuck me so bad.”

“I-” The image of naked Greg, sweaty and flushed and fucking himself flashed in Nick’s mind. He wanted it, he wanted to be there, to have that, so badly but...

Greg was so hopeful and hot and just as turned on and needy and wanted him.

“I can’t, not here,” Nick responded, his tone betraying the plea in his words.

“Please.” His hand went to Nick’s crotch.

Nick’s jaw clenched again, eyes closing in their awe and attempt to collect himself. “No,” he half managed to whisper.

Greg began undoing Nick’s belt. “Please.” He nipped Nick’s lower lip.

“Greg, just...” Greg’s hand was inside Nick’s pants. “Respect me,” he breathily pleaded.

“Sorry.” Greg he didn’t back off, but looked away, shoulder beneath Nick’s chin. “I thought you wanted me...”

“I do, I just...” Nick’s finger traced the hairline along Greg’s neck. “I’m not going to fuck you in a toilet stall at work,” he replied through a hushed, stern whisper.

“Can I still touch you?” he asked, so pitifully pleading. But he was still touching Nick, hand holding the mass encased in black, tight cotton.

Nick closed his eyes, breath heavy and almost panting as he yielded to Greg’s touch.

“Nick?” Greg’s lips touched the corner of Nick’s mouth, then he glanced upward, checking for Nick’s response.

“Ye-yeah,” he whispered, lips parted and eyes at half mass as they watched Greg’s, almost critically, but ultimately surrendered.

He pulled Nick’s cock out, fist closing around it as his lips went back to Nick’s.

“We-” Nick breathed. “Time, we don’t- If somebody-”

Greg smirked, calm. “I know.”

“Uh,” Nick moaned, regretting the reverberating echoes as Greg captured his mouth again.

If someone came in, that person could see their feet. As soon as some guy entered, he’d see four feet and hear Nick panting and fighting to hold back strangled gasps and whimpers. They couldn’t be doing this, not here, like this. And, god, Nick was the one exposed. Out and open and at Greg’s mercy and doing the stupidest fucking thing that felt...oh god.

Greg jacked him from the side now as they faced the toilet, watching so intently as Nick braced one hand on Greg’s shoulder. He couldn’t watch, he just felt. His eyes were closed and his tongue would push out to wet his lips in the flushed concentration. Greg went faster, and Nick’s knees went weak. He had it, Greg’s hand, the same hand that had Greg in the video, that had so awed that other man was now...dear god...awing Nick.

It didn’t take long--they couldn’t take long--before Nick tensed, and then released himself. Greg kept working, watching Nick’s face now as Nick’s cum coated his hand and he carefully tugged the rest out of him. When Greg let go, Nick was still panting. Their eyes met. Greg smiled, Nick managed half of one.

Nick tore off some toilet paper and wiped himself off before tucking everything back in and zipping up. Greg went to the sink to wash his hands off, Nick soon following.

“You still want me?” Greg asked, looking to Nick in the mirror. Nick’s eyes met his again, but Nick looked back down, still washing. “I mean, the offer still stands.”

Greg’s eyes softened. Nick must be ashamed; that’s what Greg had to be assuming. But Nick wasn’t. He wasn’t entirely thrilled about it, either, if only because he really shouldn’t have lost himself like that. Not at work. He wasn’t supposed to give in like that. But he’d done it before, and it’d taken him someplace he wished he’d never gone. Because he’d fucked without thinking, when he had preferred to be so cautious. He eyed Greg through the mirror, still, as Greg dried his hands. Just as Greg was about to leave, Nick stuttered his name.

Greg turned around, instantly.

“Yes.”

Greg’s eyes brightened again. “Once your shift’s over? I’m free.”

Nick took a breath. He was actually shaking a little. Shit, after all that, and with what could come. He wanted to go there, so badly, even if part of him was begging just to crawl back into his hole and hide from it. He nodded, eyes honest but with a hint of that frightened uncertainly.

Greg lips curved into another smile, as bright as his eyes. “I’ll come over to your place, okay?”

“Yeah.” Before Greg turned around, Nick stopped him again. “You...” He gestured toward Greg’s crotch.

“Oh yeah.” Greg’s smile turned bashful, and he buttoned up his lab coat.

“You don’t need a minute?”

Greg shrugged. “Nobody ever notices.” And he was gone before Nick, taking the paperwork with him so Nick wouldn’t have to see Warrick again. At least, not soon, and not so flustered.

Nick found himself at home a fair few hours later, pacing throughout his living room in that lingering anxiousness. Maybe he shouldn’t have invited Greg so easily. He still need time to think. Yeah, that’s what it was. Sort things out and plan...having sex with the lab tech. Could he ‘plan’ this? Or, heck, rationalize it? Was it just a fuck? Was Nick just going to be Greg’s warm, self-functioning dildo? Did Nick want to be anything more than that?

God, Greg had him feeling so vulnerable. This novice who looked up to Nick for his status, his expertise as a CSI, had switched it all up on him. Greg was experienced now. Greg was so damn confident. While in this realm, Nick was just a trembling virgin. But did Greg know it? That Nick had never even touched another man--not before their meeting in the restroom, where he was merely on the receiving end of Greg’s fist--much less fucked one? God, how did Greg know Nick would be receptive in the first place? Nick kicked himself for not asking when he had the opportunity. He could set up a time to fuck, but not ask Greg why he even wanted to in the first place.

He was having too many doubts. Maybe...maybe if he watched the tape again, he’d remember how much he wanted it? Wanted Greg... But should he get back into that mindset again, to lose himself? Maybe he needed to be lost...

But just as he convinced himself to go back to that locked drawer, a knock came at his door. His chest tightened a little. He hesitated, but went to it and opened it to find Greg. “Hey,” he said with a small smile, stepping back for Greg’s entrance. “I didn’t know if you’d come- I mean-” He cringed at his unintentional blunder.

Greg chuckled softly. “I guess you haven’t changed your mind, then.”

Nick closed the door as Greg found his way farther inside, looking around. “So do you want to...” In an unconscious nervous gesture, Nick smoothed the short hairs at the back of his head.

“Get straight to it?”

Nick tried to breathe. “Yeah.”

Greg smiled again. “I never got to see you like this before today.”

“Like what?”

“Horny. Turned on, maybe, but not full-fledged arousal.”

Nick tried to suppress a guiltily amused smirk.

“Then again I can’t say it’s not something I don’t typically see when people are around me. Because--what can I say--I just bring it out of them.”

A laugh threatened to break through Nick’s grin.

“Hey.” Greg closed the space between them, leaning in to let his lips brush Nick’s ear along with the smoldering breath that carried his words, “Are you trying to say I don’t?” He kissed Nick’s jaw, just below his ear before finding Nick’s neck.

Nick gasped subtly, head rolling back as he surrender to it. Greg’s hand went up his shirt, too, fingers tracing the grooves of Nick’s abdomen. Nick did something similar, his hand skirting up the bareness of Greg’s back beneath the thinness of his T-shirt. Finally feeling that warm, smooth skin. So...real, now. “I’ve never seen you like this before,” he breathed.

“Yeah? Like what?” Greg asked into Nick’s neck, his tongue then tracing a path up it. Oh god, and he did it there. Nick shivered and then Greg sucked the very skin he’d educed it upon.

“Sexy.”

“I like how you said that. ‘Sexy.’”

“You just like to hear it said of you.”

His eyes brightened as they had in the restroom, meeting Nick’s again. “Yeah.”

Then their lips met, and they touched and Nick’s hand went to the front of Greg’s pants. He felt it, felt him through the fabric of Greg’s jeans. Hard and wanting him. Seeking Nick’s attention instead of that from its own. He could make Greg, that body of the video, feel good. So damn good. He need to, now, with every little shred of himself. That’s all he wanted, needed, now. To give that body what it wanted, to overwhelm him. He could touch it. He wanted to see it, take it out and do things to it.

So he did. He was almost frantic as he attempted to open Greg’s pants, while Greg so casually touched him, kissing the bareness of his shoulder beneath a pushed-aside collar. But before he could get Greg’s pants down--because he wanted them down--Greg drew his attention back upwards.

“Do you want to fuck right here?”

Nick looked a little bewildered.

“I’d just prefer to get naked and get to it. If you don’t want that to be on a bed, cool, just let me know so I can, ya know, get to it.”

“No, bed, yeah. Come.” And Nick was taking him there, guiding Greg by a flap of his opened jeans. Nick watched as Greg got naked, doing the same himself. It seemed almost surreal in this sort of reality. Greg stripped his clothes off in the exact same way as in both sessions on the video. And Greg moved so freely in his nakedness, too, with that already stiff erection pointing so proudly upwards as he moved Nick’s covers to the other side of the bed.

Nick was naked, too, but he felt kind of...awkward. He expected it to be more frantic, where he wouldn’t have time to think or second-guess himself--he’d just feel. Then Greg grinned and waved Nick over from where he sat toward the head of the bed.

“You’ve never fucked a guy before, have you?” he asked.

Nick’s expression went flat and he was quiet, eyes like marbles.

Greg nodded to himself. “You’re not my first.” He got the lube and condom from where he’d placed them on the nightstand. “Not my first virgin, either.”

So, what, was this Greg’s hobby? Seduce ‘straight’ guys with masturbation videos? “I’m not a virgin.”

“To men, I mean.”

Nick nodded meekly. “I’ve-” He laughed a little, trying to lighten his confession. “I’ve never even had anal sex,” he said.

“No?” Greg asked before taking the condom’s corner between his teeth and ripping it open. “None of your women ever wanted to get a little ‘dirty’?”

Nick raised an eyebrow, almost disturbed.

“Not like that. Figuratively. Unless that’s your thing and I’m not one to judge-”

“No. You’re...” Nick paused reluctantly. “You’re clean, right?”

“Very,” he replied with a smirk leaning in to touch his lips to Nick’s as he took Nick’s dick into his skilled hand.

It got hotter and as Nick relaxed into Greg’s touch and his kiss, he felt himself slipping away as he so needed to. Finally, he touched Greg. Took that beautiful, plump thing into his grateful grip. Greg tensed some, just a little, pushing himself into it. Nick smirked into their kiss. He liked it. Not just feeling him, but experiencing Greg’s response firsthand. He wondered what else he would do to him...

“Mmm-” Greg broke away. “Do you want me to-” He raised a hand to his mouth and took the corner of the wrapper between his teeth.

Nick just backed up, steadying his erection at the base of it as Greg took the thing from its packaging, squeezed a drop of lube into the tip, and place its rolled cap upon the head of his dick before carefully rolling it down. God, just this simple, sterile action sent shuddering tingles up him. And the way Greg grinned, lying back down and squirting another dollop of lube onto two fingertips before raising his legs to...

And there he was, fingers caressing his asshole as his face melted into that needy bliss, before a tip slipped inside. His breath became heavier, just as before, but now his eyes had Nick’s to meet, and they’d smirk in their satisfaction, and in knowing Nick’s envy. In witnessing it first hand, and possibly realizing just how much he’d killed Nick the night before without even being there.

“You’ll need to add a little more of it to your dick,” Greg informed through his haze. And, god, those fingers were still working himself.

“Yeah,” Nick breathed, trying to focus on himself, the simple act of spreading a thin layer of the clear stuff onto his cock, instead of gawking at the fingers he was so very jealous of.

As soon as Nick finished, Greg’s fingers had dropped and his arms had already hooked themselves beneath his knees.

“You’re ready?” Nick knew he sounded too nervous.

“Yes.” Just an honest, simple, longing answer.

Nick nodded to himself with a shaky breath and lined up, letting it kiss the tip. He remembered how Greg had winced in the video, just subtly, and backed off to try again a few seconds later. He watched for it this time, pressing just a little and waiting for the resistance and Greg’s tensing inhalation before backing off and trying again. Until, finally, that sweet resistance sucked him in. He stuttered a gasp, almost louder and more overwhelmed than Greg’s. Oh god, it was tight. He hadn’t even imagined this. He knew, he knew it would be tight but... “Oh fuck.”

“Yeah?” Greg asked through his panting, with that damn pleased smirk brimming just below his own helpless overwhelm.

“God, it’s- God.”

“If you can’t- I mean, it’s okay-”

“No it’s- Just-” Nick focused himself, looking down and then to Greg and then to the wall before letting himself sink a little farther and pull back just a little bit more. It was delicious, wonderfully devastating.

“Nick?”

“I’ll be-” He paused to shudder in a thankful exhalation. “-fine.” He leaned closer in, finally able to stare Greg down and appreciate the flushed beauty staring so appreciatively back at him. “I’ll make it work,” he assured, the huskiness in his voice strikingly apparent.

Greg’s hand left his knee, letting that leg rest over Nick’s splayed thigh, to hold Nick’s neck and lift himself closer enough for a kiss as Nick began to move again. Slowly, carefully, maintaining a steady, sweet sort of trance. His movements gradually gained a little more confidence as they lost themselves and he felt the flush and the heat and he was sweating and Greg was moaning and how he whimpered his “please.” It was beautiful. And it was different because he knew Greg. But he didn’t. Not like this, but he was discovering...

“Nick,” Greg gasped. “Let me--uh--let do it on top.”

Nick slowed, taking a moment to grasp Greg’s proposal.

“Get on your back,” he assured.

Nick did so without hesitation, anxious intrigue only igniting his ruddy features.

And then Greg climbed on top of him, took Nick’s dick into his grip and lowered himself so achingly slow--making sure Nick had a good view--back onto him. Nick’s hands gripped Greg’s smooth, soft thighs, sometimes even taking a trip to the tender skin between. Greg’s legs weren’t so bare when Nick had watched the video. He wondered if Greg knew, or had done it just before he came over. Did he do it just for Nick, knowing he would appreciate it? Because, fuck, he did.

And to have this guy in his perfectly awing pleasure, with that pretty, flushed dick in his hand, riding him and crying his pleasure as Nick just...felt.

Greg knew how to do it. His hips moved so perfectly with that back and forth and he pulled up and sunk back down, without making it unbearable for Nick. It was just...lovely. But as Nick’s manic pleasure increased and his hips aided Greg’s downward thrusts, Greg began to beg. Part of Nick wondered if he really had a point in it other than to express his, fuck, pleasure because, shit, Nick would let him do anything he wanted. If Greg wanted to cum he could, “Go for it, baby.”

“Uh.” He pushed himself down on Nick’s dick, rocking as he pumped the spurting whiteness onto Nick’s belly. “Fuck,” he panted, crying more uh’s as he let it all go. Then he smiled down at Nick, oh-so-fucking-pleased. He bent, smearing his cum, to kiss Nick again. Heavy and deep and still wanting. “Keep fucking me,” he said.

“Yeah,” Nick whispered into the mouth so desperately attached to his. He wrapped his arms around Greg’s back and pulled his knees up to allow for a little more leverage. He let himself get lost in the quickening thrusts, knowing all he needed was to bring himself there. To build upon his bliss and fuck “Yeah...yeah...shit.” And he came in Greg’s ass, gripping it and pulling Greg closer as his thrusts tapered off and his high blanketed him in the tingling warmth.

Greg leaned up briefly, before dropping down for another smiling kiss. He lifted himself, slowly, even taking care of the spent condom as Nick’s hips titled for the removal. However, after dropping it into the wastebasket, he didn’t return to the bed. Instead, he grabbed his clothes.

“Hey, Greg...” Fuck, what was he going to say? It was just a fuck, who was he to say more? He hadn’t even asked before it happened. But...maybe he should ask. “How did you know?”

“Know what?” He already had his underwear back on, and Nick found the covers for himself, so he wouldn’t feel nearly so naked.

“That I... That it would work, that tape.”

Greg smiled again, but it was bashful this time. “I didn’t...” He wandered closer, a hand at the back of his head. “I just... Ya know, subtlety doesn’t work with me, and I thought...”

“It was the only way to get my attention?”

“It was.” Greg sat back on the bed, to Nick’s side. “Nobody ever notices me, nobody ever picks up my hints. Nobody ever gave me anything back, either...except for you. Nobody ever touched me like you do. Nobody ever listened to me like you do. Heck, nobody really even cares about me like you do. And I could see something beneath it. I just knew... Or, at least, I hoped. And I figured you would think it was an accident if you didn’t like it. But after you watched it, when you weren’t angry--just trying to avoid it--I knew, and I had to keep going.”

“But...is this all you wanted? I mean, my first real experience with a guy, and I practically went straight to fucking you.”

“Maybe that’s what it took.”

“I feel like I used you.”

“You don’t feel like it’s the other way around?” Greg almost laughed in his guilt. “I took the initiative, Nick. I brought you into it.”

“Were you using me?”

“I guess that depends. If you never want to see me again in this, uh, capacity, then yes. But if you...”

“I don’t know. I guess I’m out now.”

“Not really. Only I know.”

“But if you know- I mean, hell, you knew before even I knew.”

“It’s all I do, Nick. I observe. Guess it’s the good thing about everyone forgetting I’m there. They keep talking and I keep listening. I keep watching and I...notice things. Like how much you talk with your eyebrows.”

Nick crinkled them immediately. “No I don’t.”

“You say everything through them, Nicky. Right now, they’re saying vulnerable. Because I noticed something about you that you hadn’t. Well, something else, anyway.”

Nick was quiet, looking down.

“Now they’re thoughtfully pouting.”

Nick looked up to smiled a little.

“Now-”

“I got it,” Nick replied, amused.

“I mean...I’m always just what I can do for other people, ya know? But not with you. When you come by, you make a point of knowing me.”

“I like you, Greg,” Nick quietly responded, placing a hand on Greg’s bare shoulder. “I just...I didn’t know how to go here. I couldn’t let myself. I wouldn’t see it.”

“I know.”