Apology by Girlnorth [Reviews - 1]

“I do not want to talk to you right now.”

“Greg, come on,” Nick said, reaching out to touch Greg’s shoulder.

“Nick, I mean it, don’t fucking touch me.”

Nick was taken aback by the look on Greg’s face. He sat down on the bed and started undoing his button-down shirt.

“Man, what is your problem?” he asked, shrugging out of the shirt. “I mean, I know you’re disappointed that you have to go back into the lab, but it’s only temporary. And why are you so pissed at me?”

“You know I saw you,” Greg said icily.

“Saw me doing what?” Nick asked, baffled.

“Did you win much?”


“From Warrick. Did you win much?”

“Jesus, Greg, that was just a little… that wasn’t…” Nick struggled to explain himself. “It was just a little bet. It wasn’t about you, it was about her.”

“Nick, you know how important this is to me. You bet that Chandra wouldn’t make it. That means that part of you hoped she wouldn’t make it.”

“Greg, that’s not it at all.” Nick got up from the bed and crossed the room to stand in front of him. “Listen,” Nick said, grasping Greg’s upper arms. Greg flinched, but he didn’t pull away. Nick took that as a good sign and continued. “I’m sorry. You’re right, I wasn’t thinkin’. I wasn’t hoping that she’d ring out on her first day, but I was pretty sure she would. She just didn’t have what it takes to be there. She just wasn’t you.”

“Yeah, well I don’t want to be that me anymore. I want more than that, Nick, and you know that.”

“I do, and I’m sorry.” Nick reached up to stroke Greg’s cheek. “Okay?”

Nick could see Greg’s hesitation, but he finally nodded.

“What can I do to make it up to you?” Nick asked suggestively. Greg smirked despite himself. Nick took it as an invitation and moved closer.

“I can think of a few things,” Greg murmured.

“Oh yeah?” Nick asked, dropping to his knees. “This one of ‘em?”

“It’s a start,” said Greg, his breath hitching as Nick ran his hand over the front of his jeans. Nick grinned at the response and sought to elicit more. He undid Greg’s zipper and kissed him lightly on the stomach, just above the waistband of his trunks. “A good start.”

Nick grinned again. He started pushing Greg’s jeans down over his boney hips when he was surprised by Greg reaching out to stop him.

“The bed’s more comfortable,” Greg said, pulling Nick up from the floor. Nick didn’t say so, but he tended to agree. He spent enough time on his knees at work. As if on cue, his bones crackled as he got up. He watched as Greg slid his own jeans down and kicked them aside. Then he took of his shirt, and finally, his underwear. His erection was prominent as he sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at Nick expectantly.

“Oh you meant more comfortable for you,” Nick said.

“Yeah,” Greg answered with a smirk. “You’re not completely forgiven yet. I’m not going to make this easy on you.”

The dirty look Nick shot him was met with a cocky smile.

‘Well,’ Nick thought, ‘two can play at that game.’ He lowered himself to his knees once more, positioning himself between Greg’s legs. He slid his hands up Greg’s legs, starting at his ankles and slowly, maddeningly, making his way to the top of his thighs.

“Nick,” Greg hissed. Nick grinned at him. He reached out and grabbed Greg’s hand, bringing his palm to his lips. Nick kissed the center of Greg’s hand chastely at first, and then slowly traced a circle with his tongue. Greg’s breathing quickened, but Nick knew Greg wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of more of a response than that. He smirked as he kicked it up a notch. He drew Greg’s index finger into his mouth and started sucking. Greg moaned.

“Nick, Goddamn it!” Greg said between clenched teeth. “You’re supposed to be making it up to me, not punishing me.”

Nick chuckled as he let go of Greg’s hand. Then he brought his own hand to his mouth and licked it. Greg, knowing what was coming, squirmed in front of him. When Nick wrapped his hand around Greg’s erection, Greg let out a long groan.

Nick began to stroke slowly, but Greg wrapped his hand around Nick’s fist and started pumping. Greg threw his head back and closed his eyes, and Nick humored him for a few minutes by keeping pace. When he withdrew his hand, Greg’s head snapped up and his eyes flew open.

“Jesus, Nick!”

“That’s all well and good,” Nick drawled, “but I’m not on my damn knees for nothin’.” He grasped Greg’s cock at the base and licked the underside, root to tip.

“Nick, I swear to fucking God, if you don’t take my cock in your mouth right now…”

Nick quickly lowered his mouth over Greg’s cock, the tip bumping against the back of Nick’s throat. Greg bucked up in surprise and his cock slipped from Nick’s mouth.

“Easy, bronco,” Nick said with a grin.

“Nick, you’re driving me crazy.”

Nick took Greg’s cock back in his mouth and began sucking in earnest. He was rewarded with a panting and moaning Greg. Nick slid Greg’s cock out of his mouth long enough to wet his index finger. When he reached up and palmed Greg’s balls, Greg laid back onto the bed, no longer able to hold himself up. Nick inched his wet finger into Greg’s ass. Greg started babbling as Nick pumped his finger in and out. Nick sucked and pumped until Greg had lifted his ass off the bed and Nick knew he was close. Greg whimpered in protest as Nick withdrew his mouth and hand.

Nick got up off the floor and took his pants and boxers off, Greg eying him hungrily. He grabbed the lube from the nightstand and slicked it over his cock. Greg resituated himself on the bed, lying on his side, and Nick positioned himself behind him.

“I want to be inside you when you come,” he whispered in Greg’s ear. Greg moaned. Nick lifted Greg’s leg so that his knee hugged his chest. He then started easing his cock into Greg’s entrance. Greg impatiently thrust back. Nick took the hint and buried himself in Greg’s ass, making them both moan. Nick reached around and wrapped his hand around Greg’s cock, stroking in time to his thrusts.

“Oh God, Nick,” Greg whispered. He reached around behind them and clutched Nick’s ass. Nick began to thrust more furtively, trying to keep it together. He had to make sure Greg came before he did. But Greg was close, he could tell. “God Nick, God Nick, God Nick…”

“Come for me, baby,” Nick breathed against Greg’s neck. Greg acquiesced, and Nick reveled in the hot spurts in his hand.

“Now you,” Greg mumbled, spent. “I want you to come for me.”

Nick quickened his strokes, his hand leaving Greg’s cock to slide up his stomach and across his chest, anchoring him against the onslaught.

“Greg,” Nick said against clenched teeth, “God Greg, I love you.” He let himself go, fucking Greg with everything he had. He began to get dizzy as his orgasm neared, and his body tightened as his release came.

He slid out of Greg gingerly and curled himself around the other man.

“Forgive me?” he asked against the back of Greg’s neck, making him shiver.

“I guess,” Greg murmured, bringing Nick’s palm to his lips and kissing it.

“Well if you’re not sure, I guess I’ll have to try again later.”

“Yeah,” Greg said, “later.”

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