Family Tension
Title: Family Tension
Author: ihrtkjr
Category: AU, mpreg
Pairing: Greg/Nick
Rating: NC-17
Summary:“More that likely, when someone refused him he would come and find me, pull me into somewhere private, and suck away.”
Disclaimer: Don’t own, don’t sue. First Greg/Nick
Author Notes: Comments are love, flames are not.
Beta: ihrtangusyoung
Part: 3/?
The water crashed down on him, the sensation intense, his lover?, on his knees in front of him. He buried his hands in the thick, dark hair and tried to stifle the noises he made.
Mine. The word repeated over and over in his mind as he slowly slid his tongue along the length of his lover’s cock. He quickly dipped his tongue into the slit before swiftly engulfing the length, relishing the sounds coming from above him as he did so. Head bobbing, he set a slow pace occasionally adding the scrape of teeth just to feel the man above him shudder. He hummed low in the back of his throat as they increased in intensity and frequency.
The scrape of teeth shocked him every time it happened. He slid his hands out of his hair and down to his shoulders, holding on in a death grip, body shaking as the pace gradually increased. Nearly bent in half trying to stay quiet, his body suddenly seized with the orgasm causing him to moan long and low. Boneless he slid to the floor of shower, joining Nick.
Nick came at the first slightly bitter taste of Greg on his tongue. He felt his eyes roll backwards as he was swept away in not only his, but Greg’s orgasm as well.
“You swallowed.”
“That’s the first thing you say?” Nick shook his head as Greg finally managed to speak.
“It’s just he…. I mean he…” Greg sighed burrowing further into Nick’s chest.
“Never? At all? Nick was shocked when Greg shook his head in the affirmative.
Greg gave a muffled reply with the head shake. “Not once.”
“I thought you were always safe.”
“I was. The condoms always came from my stash, not his He didn’t get a fucking thing if he didn’t have one on. But sometimes he couldn’t wait.”
Nick didn‘t want to ask, but a part of him really needed to know. “What would he do?”
“More that likely, when someone refused him he would come and find me, pull me into somewhere private, and suck away.”
“So you don’t like them?” Nick started to regret what he had initiated not twenty minutes ago.
“Nick. I like blow jobs just fine.” Greg smiled at him. “ I just don’t like being used for them.” Greg sighed at the look on Nick’s face. Then he slowly moved his lips so that they were pressing against Nick’s left ear. “You didn’t use me Nicky.” He whispered.
He suddenly bit into Nick’s neck to stifle his shout, just as Nick let out a yell that could be heard all the way in the barn.
That’s what you get for using all the hot water Nick! Kelly shouted from outside his bedroom door.
They had washed in record time in the freezing water and now stood quickly drying off on the tiny bath mat.
“That bitch.” Nick muttered. “I can’t believe she did that. She already took her shower, and was in the bathroom for two hours this morning. I should know, I had children traipsing through to use the bathroom.”
Shivering and dry Greg quickly pulled on his boxers before plastering himself to a still naked Nick. “Cold. I agree, but so cold.”
Greg had opted to stay in the room, under the covers while Nick went down to yell. He had the distinct feeling that Nick would come back to actually vent some more.
“What the hell were you thinking? That’s all I want to know.” Nick hissed when he found his niece. He didn’t even care that just about everybody in his family was there.
“That if you’re in the shower that long you need to start seeing somebody?” Kelly smiled, phrasing it like a question.
“I wasn’t the one in the bathroom for two hours this morning. And, I am.” Nick turned to leave.
“You’re a pig Nick! Wait, you are what?” The entire room seemed to hold its collective breath.
“I’m seeing someone.” Nick let out a quiet sigh before turning around.
“Why haven’t you told us?”
He heard the hurt in his mom’s voice and tried not to groan in frustration. “Because we haven’t been together that long.”
“When do we get to meet him Nick?”
Nick‘s spine snapped strait and his blood turned to ice when he heard his father actually use his name. “When the amount of time we’ve been together consists of more than one months name. Until then I guess you‘re all shit out of luck.” Having said that he turned and went back up stairs.
“Nicky?” Greg whispered. In spite of himself and the cold, he had followed Nick down to the kitchen and hidden on the stairs.
Nick sat on the edge of the bed pulling his sneakers on. “You know that motel you pass on the way here?”
“Yeah.”
“Would you meet me there in twenty minutes?”
“Yes.”
Nick nodded his head as he got up. “Here. Wear this.” He set a ball cap on Greg’s head as he walked out the door. The front door slammed before Greg stirred enough to pull the cap off and look at it. He slowly ran his thumb over the L.V.P.D. logo.
Ten minutes later Greg was dressed and out the door with the excuse of going to see Josh. Seven minutes later he was standing in front of a puke green door. He assumed it was Nick’s room because his truck was parked in front. He didn’t knock, just turned the handle and walked in.
Nick pulled Greg into the room and slammed him into the closed door with a clash of lips and teeth. He didn’t pull back until they were both seeing spots and, with Greg still gasping for air, he began to bite, lick, and suck on the younger mans neck. He impatiently shoved Greg’s shirts up his torso, exploring the skin beneath with his hands as if he had never touched it before; pivoting them towards the bed.
The wind was knocked out of him as Nick pushed them both onto the hard mattress. “Nick, Nick, Nick, Nick, Nick….” Greg kept saying his name and rubbing his back, trying to bring him out of it. He knew it was working because Nick had finally stopped trying to leave a hickey on his neck. “It’s okay. Tell me?”
Nick lifted his head to look at Greg. Shirts pushed under his armpits, deep red mark on in the junction between his neck and shoulder, and his hat still on Greg’s head. ”Yeah.” Nick sighed, shaking his head.
“Does he hate you for being gay?”
“No! No. It’s just…” Nick sighed, slowly rearranging Greg’s clothes for time. “It’s just the one area of my life, where he treats me like a girl. Don’t get me wrong, I mean I would want to meet my children’s significant others too. But he’s always treated me like my sisters, not my brother, in the dating game. It’s still a sore spot.”
“Is that why he called you by name?”
“Hmmm?”
“I noticed he doesn’t usually call you Nick.”
“Oh. Yeah he only pulls the name card out when he’s really angry.”
“Do you want to tell him?”
“I want more time with you before my family invades. But yes, I do want to tell him.”
“Nick? I don’t have any shirts that will cover this.” Greg made a motion toward his new hickey. “ So the way I figure it is, you’re the one that’s gonna have buy the make-up.”
“Gotcha.” Nick suddenly jerked back. “What!”
Author: ihrtkjr
Category: AU, mpreg
Pairing: Greg/Nick
Rating: NC-17
Summary:“More that likely, when someone refused him he would come and find me, pull me into somewhere private, and suck away.”
Disclaimer: Don’t own, don’t sue. First Greg/Nick
Author Notes: Comments are love, flames are not.
Beta: ihrtangusyoung
Part: 3/?
The water crashed down on him, the sensation intense, his lover?, on his knees in front of him. He buried his hands in the thick, dark hair and tried to stifle the noises he made.
Mine. The word repeated over and over in his mind as he slowly slid his tongue along the length of his lover’s cock. He quickly dipped his tongue into the slit before swiftly engulfing the length, relishing the sounds coming from above him as he did so. Head bobbing, he set a slow pace occasionally adding the scrape of teeth just to feel the man above him shudder. He hummed low in the back of his throat as they increased in intensity and frequency.
The scrape of teeth shocked him every time it happened. He slid his hands out of his hair and down to his shoulders, holding on in a death grip, body shaking as the pace gradually increased. Nearly bent in half trying to stay quiet, his body suddenly seized with the orgasm causing him to moan long and low. Boneless he slid to the floor of shower, joining Nick.
Nick came at the first slightly bitter taste of Greg on his tongue. He felt his eyes roll backwards as he was swept away in not only his, but Greg’s orgasm as well.
“You swallowed.”
“That’s the first thing you say?” Nick shook his head as Greg finally managed to speak.
“It’s just he…. I mean he…” Greg sighed burrowing further into Nick’s chest.
“Never? At all? Nick was shocked when Greg shook his head in the affirmative.
Greg gave a muffled reply with the head shake. “Not once.”
“I thought you were always safe.”
“I was. The condoms always came from my stash, not his He didn’t get a fucking thing if he didn’t have one on. But sometimes he couldn’t wait.”
Nick didn‘t want to ask, but a part of him really needed to know. “What would he do?”
“More that likely, when someone refused him he would come and find me, pull me into somewhere private, and suck away.”
“So you don’t like them?” Nick started to regret what he had initiated not twenty minutes ago.
“Nick. I like blow jobs just fine.” Greg smiled at him. “ I just don’t like being used for them.” Greg sighed at the look on Nick’s face. Then he slowly moved his lips so that they were pressing against Nick’s left ear. “You didn’t use me Nicky.” He whispered.
He suddenly bit into Nick’s neck to stifle his shout, just as Nick let out a yell that could be heard all the way in the barn.
That’s what you get for using all the hot water Nick! Kelly shouted from outside his bedroom door.
They had washed in record time in the freezing water and now stood quickly drying off on the tiny bath mat.
“That bitch.” Nick muttered. “I can’t believe she did that. She already took her shower, and was in the bathroom for two hours this morning. I should know, I had children traipsing through to use the bathroom.”
Shivering and dry Greg quickly pulled on his boxers before plastering himself to a still naked Nick. “Cold. I agree, but so cold.”
Greg had opted to stay in the room, under the covers while Nick went down to yell. He had the distinct feeling that Nick would come back to actually vent some more.
“What the hell were you thinking? That’s all I want to know.” Nick hissed when he found his niece. He didn’t even care that just about everybody in his family was there.
“That if you’re in the shower that long you need to start seeing somebody?” Kelly smiled, phrasing it like a question.
“I wasn’t the one in the bathroom for two hours this morning. And, I am.” Nick turned to leave.
“You’re a pig Nick! Wait, you are what?” The entire room seemed to hold its collective breath.
“I’m seeing someone.” Nick let out a quiet sigh before turning around.
“Why haven’t you told us?”
He heard the hurt in his mom’s voice and tried not to groan in frustration. “Because we haven’t been together that long.”
“When do we get to meet him Nick?”
Nick‘s spine snapped strait and his blood turned to ice when he heard his father actually use his name. “When the amount of time we’ve been together consists of more than one months name. Until then I guess you‘re all shit out of luck.” Having said that he turned and went back up stairs.
“Nicky?” Greg whispered. In spite of himself and the cold, he had followed Nick down to the kitchen and hidden on the stairs.
Nick sat on the edge of the bed pulling his sneakers on. “You know that motel you pass on the way here?”
“Yeah.”
“Would you meet me there in twenty minutes?”
“Yes.”
Nick nodded his head as he got up. “Here. Wear this.” He set a ball cap on Greg’s head as he walked out the door. The front door slammed before Greg stirred enough to pull the cap off and look at it. He slowly ran his thumb over the L.V.P.D. logo.
Ten minutes later Greg was dressed and out the door with the excuse of going to see Josh. Seven minutes later he was standing in front of a puke green door. He assumed it was Nick’s room because his truck was parked in front. He didn’t knock, just turned the handle and walked in.
Nick pulled Greg into the room and slammed him into the closed door with a clash of lips and teeth. He didn’t pull back until they were both seeing spots and, with Greg still gasping for air, he began to bite, lick, and suck on the younger mans neck. He impatiently shoved Greg’s shirts up his torso, exploring the skin beneath with his hands as if he had never touched it before; pivoting them towards the bed.
The wind was knocked out of him as Nick pushed them both onto the hard mattress. “Nick, Nick, Nick, Nick, Nick….” Greg kept saying his name and rubbing his back, trying to bring him out of it. He knew it was working because Nick had finally stopped trying to leave a hickey on his neck. “It’s okay. Tell me?”
Nick lifted his head to look at Greg. Shirts pushed under his armpits, deep red mark on in the junction between his neck and shoulder, and his hat still on Greg’s head. ”Yeah.” Nick sighed, shaking his head.
“Does he hate you for being gay?”
“No! No. It’s just…” Nick sighed, slowly rearranging Greg’s clothes for time. “It’s just the one area of my life, where he treats me like a girl. Don’t get me wrong, I mean I would want to meet my children’s significant others too. But he’s always treated me like my sisters, not my brother, in the dating game. It’s still a sore spot.”
“Is that why he called you by name?”
“Hmmm?”
“I noticed he doesn’t usually call you Nick.”
“Oh. Yeah he only pulls the name card out when he’s really angry.”
“Do you want to tell him?”
“I want more time with you before my family invades. But yes, I do want to tell him.”
“Nick? I don’t have any shirts that will cover this.” Greg made a motion toward his new hickey. “ So the way I figure it is, you’re the one that’s gonna have buy the make-up.”
“Gotcha.” Nick suddenly jerked back. “What!”