Nick wanted him. For a while now. But it wasn't a secret. At least, not to the one he wanted. Because Greg wanted Nick, too.

They spoke, often. They teased, always. Their eyes would meet sometimes, clouded with knowing desire, then both would smile, shake it off and run away from their own longing.

The others didn't know, and remained as oblivious as the men opted to believe they themselves were.

Greg had been so eager at first, once he found out that Nick was interested, too. Like a little boy, he practically bounded around in his excited questioning. Soon he backed off, very keenly noting Nick's withdrawal. Nick's…embarrassment. It wasn't going to happen.

Nick hadn't meant it like that. He hadn't meant to draw the ache in Greg's eyes. He hadn't meant to be responsible for the hurt that wasn't supposed to exist, for denying the could-be. For denying the possible them.

He just…he hadn't been there before. He hadn't….felt this before. He hadn't been this man before. He hadn't had such a strong craving work its way so far into him, twisting in his gut, and begging him to do dirty, dirty things with the man he so needed to take.

But its power frightened him, and so did Greg. What would Greg think of him, to find he needed the boy so badly? What would he do to him? What would Greg want him to do? He thought about it, often. And Greg told him sometimes, whispered, "I want you to…", clearly hoping that, this time it'd be enough. That this time, Nick couldn't ignore his arousal. Of course, Greg always underestimated Nick's resolve.

Until that night, when it finally shattered. When Nick had Greg pressed so firmly against the wall, kissing and groping and whispering, "Just this time. Just one time." When he finally gave in, ever-reassuring himself, just this time…. It'd only be one time. He could give in, and get away with it. He could feel and fuck and satisfy Greg, show him that he could be this other man. Show him that he wasn't afraid anymore; not in this moment. And that his need for Greg meant more than his mind's plea to hide.

But it was so much more, to finally feel Greg's utter need for him. His awe, his pleasure, and his sweet, sweet pleads of “please, Nick, please…” He hadn’t let it register before then, just what Greg would have done for him, given to him, and just what Greg really wanted from him. He’d never felt such a need, such a devastating draw on both ends, tightening its hold until neither party could bear to strain against it any longer.

Their kisses smoldered, and each touch produced tingling sparks as the friction of their bodies ignited that forever-threatening bonfire. It felt so incredible, to be just the two of them, to feel so…euphoric, so high in the danger of this experience. So terrified and thrilled as he let himself go. Because he wanted it; he needed it. Right now he wanted Greg, and he wanted the taste of him, the scent of him, the brush of the boy’s tender skin with his own, to be burned so deeply into his nerves, senses, and fucking mind.

And he needed it to be, because he’d only do it once. Once. His body, his desire, would get exactly what it wanted. Finally satisfied, satiated, released, rewarded. He would get to sink so deliciously into Greg, again and again, absorbing the shivering shudders of the young man’s moans, cries, and pure ecstasy, just for one night, just tonight.

It felt so incredible, indescribable to become one like this, in this moment, to guide Greg with the motions of his hips, to feel the reverberations in the force of his thrusts, with Greg so desperately attempting to match his fervor.

They continued for hours, somehow, neither wanting to give it up. They couldn’t give in, not to the promise of that explosive high, not yet. They had to bask in it, to drown in the passion of each other, before this one time was over. But after the begging commenced, and the cries and the shivers and the waves of bliss, the kisses continued. The affectionate touches and eager whispers with heavy breath went on. And then they assured each other, “We still have tonight,” and soon enough their fervor swept them up again.

But Nick didn’t leave Greg after it all. He couldn’t. And when he woke up, it was tomorrow. It’d already been more than one moment, and more than one time. Greg had rolled over and kissed him with this sleepily sly smile, so pleased within the presence of Nick. And then Nick knew, felt Greg’s desire all over again, and couldn’t ignore the rush. Couldn’t deny it again. His arousal struck as quickly as Greg did, working himself over Nick from beneath the covers to caress Nick’s body with his own. Now that he knew, now that he’d had that one time, he couldn’t escape the lure of such impending euphoria. He could no longer escape the lure of Greg.

"This Side Of Me"-Savage Garden
_{(when I first heard it, it screamed longing but ashamed/afraid Nick, so I had to do something with it)}

I want to move in time with you
I want to breathe in rhyme with you
I want to feel the deepest kiss
And I want to know you feel like this

[chorus:]
For this one time, one time
Let my body do what it feels
For just this one time, one time
Let this fantasy become real
Because I am not afraid to let you see this side of me

I want to feel your hand in mine
And I want to feel that rush in my spine
I want to wear the scent of you
And do all the things you want me to

[chorus]

I feel the danger, the separation
I want to take your invitation
This separation it's all around
I need this side of me

I want to move in time with you
I want to breathe in rhyme with you
I want to stitch my clothes in sin
And in the dark
I want to find that door and go within