Home of Greg Sanders Slash Fiction
by Buffyangel68
A little action at last, even if it is from our only EC in the story. Jim, Blair, an empty hotel gym and a weight bench... mmm, mmm good!
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Slumped and hunched into himself, Nick leaned his head back against the cinderblock wall of the laundry room and closed his eyes. When he'd arrived he'd been deeply grateful that noone else's clothes seemed to be occupying the two sets of machines that sat opposite him. He had swiftly taken full advantage of his good fortune by doing both of his loads at once. The time saving measure had worked fine with the washers, but now the dryers felt like they were taking forever to finish and Nick was getting frustrated.
He caught his left hand rising toward his mouth for the tenth time in an hour and he growled under his breath as he forced it back down to rest on his thigh. He had purged himself of biting his nails when he entered high school and he was determined not to let the minor annoyance of doing laundry make him start again. He knew, of course, that it wasn't only the mundane chore that had him ready to gnaw through not just his nails but his fingers as well; he wanted to get back to Greg. Finally, the grating, repetitive noises from the dryers ceased, one after the other, and Nick huffed out a grateful breath and a few terse words as he pushed away from the wall.
"About damn time..."
Moving the bags off the small table, he turned to the dryer, opened it and began pulling out and piling up clothes. For the briefest moment he considered folding them immediately, the way his mother's well-ingrained lessons said to, but he simply couldn't bear to wait that long. Instead, he stuffed that load into the first bag, did the same with the second and threw them easily over his shoulder. Grinning, silently promising his mother that he would fold everything the minute he got back, Nick strode out of the tiny room and headed back to the apartment.
Approaching, he knocked quietly and waited, fingers drumming on the wooden frame until Cynthia opened the door and ushered him inside. He laid the bags and the bottle of soap down gently when he realized Greg was dozing fitfully on the sofa.
"Hey, I didn't say you could wear him out completely." He joked, keeping his voice low.
"That's how it happens most of the time. Remember your first session?"
"Oh... yeah. Damn, I'm just glad to be back here. Is he okay?"
"He did fine. I'm proud of you, by the way, for not rushing back early."
"Yeah, well... it wasn't easy, I'll tell you that right now."
"I know, but it was necessary. What did you give him before you left, anyway? He wouldn't let go of it for anything, not even to make a mug of tea."
Nick flushed and demurred. Cynthia grinned and pressed. "Nick... c'mon. Out with it."
"I... I gave him the key to my place."
"To your apartment? My God. You swore you'd never..."
"I know what I said. I was havin' trouble believin' there was anybody out there who wouldn't break under all my baggage. I also told you I'd know when it was different... when it was right. Greg... he's not like anybody else. I swear I don't know how or when it happened, but somehow he found a way through the minefield and made himself a place in my heart. He's part of me. I couldn't let him go or give up on him now, even if I wanted to... which I don't."
Cynthia's smile broadened and she dropped a quick peck on Nick's cheek.
"That, my dear, is what we psychological experts... call love. Congratulations."
"Yeah. Love in the middle of World War Three."
"I didn't say it'd be easy, but you can do it. Not a question in my mind. If anybody can make it, you two can."
"Thanks. I really needed to hear that."
"I only speak the truth. C'mon. Looks like's he's waking up."
Cynthia led the way back toward the couch. Greg sat up slowly as Nick dropped down beside him. The joy suffusing Greg's face pushed a huge burden off Nick's shoulders and allowed him to return the younger man's smile.
"Hey, Greggo."
"Hey. I'm sorry I yelled..."
"No way, man. You had a perfect right to get upset. I said I wouldn't leave an' I broke that promise."
"It wasn't your fault. She explained that... she made you go."
"So we're good?" Nick asked hesitantly, holding out his hands. Greg completed the connection readily.
"We're good."
"Do you want to tell Nick about my idea, Greg, or do you want me to?" Cynthia asked, gazing fondly at the pair.
Greg grinned shyly at Cynthia, responded then turned back to Nick.
"I will, but if I mess up the explanation... jump in. Cynthia wants to try something with... both of us, outside of what we'll be... doing on our own."
"Yeah. Like what?"
"Touch therapy. You start with easy stuff like... hands and faces and then move on to the... intimate parts. It'll take time, but if... I can let you hold me and be close to you... without having a panic attack, it'll be so worth it."
Nick studied Greg warily then looked to Cynthia.
"I told you about this once I think." She explained. "I call my version TATTLE."
"I kinda remember... Touch And Talk To Liberate Emotions, right?"
"Exactly. When I offered it to you before, you didn't have anyone special in your life to work the program with. Now that circumstances have changed..."
"I don't know. Maybe. We'll see... after you an' me get talkin' again."
"Oh yes. The secret you wanted to share. Do you feel like doing that today?"
"Nah. "Nick responded tiredly. "No energy. I know I did the right thing lettin' you guys have time to yourselves, but leavin' like that... it stressed me out. I just wanna relax, have some lunch... be quiet an' peaceful for a while."
Suddenly remembering the object he held tightly clutched in his hand, Greg looked down at the key and then back to Nick.
"You didn't tell me what this goes to."
Nick's lips tightened a little and he gazed down. "What? Is it embarrassing? You have a fortune stuffed... in a bus station locker?" Greg joked gently. Finally, Nick met his housemate's eyes.
"I wish. It's none a'that. I just... I don't want you to think I'm pushin' or anything. This don't mean I'm askin' you for anything you can't give right now..."
"I know. Just tell me."
"It's my front door key."
"To your apartment." Greg replied slowly, studying the tiny metal object as though it had suddenly attained great value in his eyes.
"Nobody's ever had my key before, not since I first got my own place after college. When I left earlier, I... hell, I just couldn't do that without findin' a way to prove I'm committed to you and to us, no matter what. Everything I have... everything I am is open to you now, and even if it takes years before we're ready for anything physical... or even if we never are, I need you to believe I've always got your back."
Greg lifted his gaze and when he found Nick's eyes again, the older man let out a quiet gasp, utterly amazed at the conviction and trust he saw in Greg's expression and the calm assurance in his simple reply.
"I know that."
Watching the exchange, Cynthia had to draw a deep breath or two in order to maintain her composure. Swiping a tear from her face, she gathered her things and rose to her feet.
"See? I was right. I know love when I see it. I'll see you at the same time next week, Greg. You too, Nick."
"I may not be ready by then. You gotta let me decide..."
"Ah-ah, Nicholas. Rule number three."
"Reasons are acceptable, excuses are lame. Cynthia decides which I'm handing out. Ma'mm."
"Very good. Have your journal ready to show me."
"I didn't bring it with me."
"I'll bring a new one so you can start fresh. I expect to see the old one eventually, though."
Greg looked interested.
"Journal?"
"That's right, I'll need one for you too. Remind me to give it to you next session. Don't forget to show Nick your drawing. Have a good lunch you two." She said as she left, stopping by the door to allow Greg to make it into his corner. Once she'd gone, the pair sat down on the couch again and Nick lifted the sheet from the drawing pad and his eyebrows lifted. He looked at Greg and was confused when he found the other man was grimacing.
"I can't draw, not really. It's okay... I guess, but..."
"Can't draw? You've gotta be kidding. This is gorgeous, Greggo. The sunset an' the highlights in the water... it's great!"
Greg grinned shyly and, with prompting from Nick, began talking about his longing for the water and for surfing much as he had with Cynthia. By the time either of them realized they were hungry, lunchtime had long passed them by.
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THE GYM: BLAIR AND JIM'S HOTEL:
Legs spread for balance and stability as he stood behind the bench press station, Jim's hands hovered over Blair's as his young lover pushed the weighted bar up and slowly lowered it. He trusted the other man at the level of weight he had chosen, but spotting was all about being there just in case, and Jim took his job seriously, so his hands never shifted more than an inch or two away from Blair's.
Despite his increasingly shaky muscles and the sweat dripping down into his ears and hair, Blair was grinning, half because of his accomplishment, half because of the pleased, proud smile Jim was beaming down at him. Knowing he was on his last rep, Blair closed his eyes, gathering all his remaining energy. Focused and intent, he barely touched the bar to his chest before raising it again. At the last second, he wasn't sure he would be able to straighten his arms and complete the workout, but Jim's voice urging him on gave the smaller man the strength he needed.
"That's nineteen. Good, really good, love. One more... c'mon, Blair, you can get it. Push. Leave it all on the field, babe, don't you hold anything back, now... that's it. Yeah! Alright! I've got the weight, go ahead and relax." Jim praised as he relieved Blair of the barbell and settled it into its brackets. Smiling ear to ear, Jim moved around the bench and crouched down beside Blair, mopping his exhausted lover's face gently with a towel. "Twenty reps at 155. You should be so proud of yourself, Blair. That was great."
"Yeah... I'll... take that... under advisement... right now... I think... I'll pass out..."
"You could, but didn't I promise you a special present if you met my challenge? You don't wanna miss that, do you?"
"Present? Love presents..."
"I know you do."
"So? Tell me..."
Jim rolled the damp towel in his hands into a long snake and draped it over Blair's eyes.
"Remember last month we were talking about fantasies we'd never have the courage to try? Remember the one you wouldn't tell me until I tickle-tortured you?"
"God, Jim... you can't be thinking..."
"You said that me getting you off in public... where we could get caught any second... was number one on your list." Jim continued, slowly unbuttoning Blair's denim cut-offs and slipping one hand inside to draw out Blair's already rising cock. "Oh, yeah. Hell with the weights... this is what gets my heart pumping."
"Jim! Not fair! My arms are dead... I can barely move."
"That's okay. Like I said, this is your reward for doing so well at a new weight. After you've had time to rest up, then you can return the favor. For now, just lay there... and enjoy."
When Jim's agile tongue wrapped around the head of his cock, Blair pulled in a sudden breath, accompanied by a sound that was somewhere between a whimper and a moan. Knowing that both their time and privacy might really be limited, Jim worked Blair mercilessly, teasing and licking for only a few seconds before deep-throating his lover. His control diminished by his fatigue, Blair's orgasm struck only a few minutes later. Somehow, he managed to lift one hand up, dragging the towel down and into his mouth so that his screams of joy wouldn't be heard beyond the gym and misinterpreted, bringing security rushing to the rescue.
As Jim raised his head, licking his lips like a big cat after a good meal, he chuckled.
"Your mind all clear of worries and problems now?" he asked as he cleaned Blair with the towel and tucked him back into his shorts.
"Mind? What mind? You just erased it."
"Good. Mission accomplished then. Shower?"
"You'll have to carry me."
Jim laughed, tossed Blair over his shoulder in a fireman's carry and strode off toward the shower enclosure at the back of the room.
"Great." Blair mumbled as he hung, unresisting, upside down. "Show me the magnificent Ellison ass when I don't have enough energy to even *plan* what I wanna do with it..."
TBC.......
