By Cherry Vanilla

Ian and Nick finally decide to leave the Governor's Ball. It was a long night and the pain of losing had been somewhat eased hanging around with Peter, Elijah and everyone else. They get in their limo and sit in silence, Nick's head on Ian's shoulder, his hand rubbing his lover's, bringing to his lips and kissing it; silently comforting.

They hold hands up to the hotel room.

When they enter and take off their jackets and ties, Nick comes up to Ian and wraps his arms around him.

"I'm sorry."

They hold each other, Ian nodding solemnly.

"Tell me what you want."

He's pulled closer, and then Ian's hot breath reaches his ear.

"I want to lose myself in you."

"Do it."

Then Nick is swung around, thrown back against the door and //fuck// he didn't see that coming. He catches his breath right before Ian is looming over him; ripping off his shirt, attacking his throat, thrusting his hardening cock against his leg.

He grabs at Ian's shoulders, trying to work the shirt off him, manages to unbutton and pull it off. He throws it on the floor and runs his hands over Ian's body but soon they're captured and placed over his head.

"Don't move."

He shivers and nods. Ian bends down and starts devouring his chest, running his tongue all over his nipples, biting, licking, bruising. He moves down his the flat, sculptured frame and maps every inch of skin with his tongue while his hands are grasping Nick's ass, kneading and squeezing.

Ian moves lower, falls to his knees and mouths the bulge that is trapped within the soft dress pants. He runs his tongue over the outline of it and Nick gasps and claws at the air because, dammit, he can't fucking move his hands.

He moans Ian's name and hands are now traveling down his calves and over to the front of him, moving up and up and god he needs him now.

Soon the pants are coming down and the underwear is off and Ian's mouth is feasting on his cock, every inch of it; deep-throating him, then pulling away completely and licking up and down the sides, pulling the head into his mouth, then moving lower; tonguing his balls, nipping, sucking. Then Ian's hand is squeezing Nick's ass and the fingers are disappearing inside of him and Nick spreads his legs apart and he's just completely undone, moaning and sweating against the door, his hands still over his head, fingers now clasped together and hurting like hell. He's turned around into the door and his cheek hurts but, god, he doesn't care.

Nick's legs are being pushed further apart and Ian's tongue runs along the outer ring of muscle and teases and flicks and then he's pushing inside and Nick is gasping and banging his head against the door and his hair is damp and sticking to his face and he's clawing at the cool plaster and Ian's tongue fucks him hard, thrusting in and out the way he does with his thick cock.

Nick pushes back against him while Ian pulls his cheeks apart further, fingers digging in as his face is buried in the sweetness of the ass he loves. Abruptly, he pulls away and spins Nick around, attacking his lips, his tongue thrusting so deep inside his mouth. His hands run greedily down his back as their bodies pushed tightly together. Ian pulls Nick along with him and pushes him down on the bed, face first, and remains standing to remove the rest of his clothes.

Then, in an instant, he's behind is lover, licking up Nick's back and pulling Nick onto his knees, pushing them apart and guiding his cock inside. Nick throws his head back and Ian kisses his neck, pushes him down face first and places his hand at the back of his neck holding him there while Nick raises his ass in the air and Ian pounds into him, moaning his name, telling him how beautiful he is, and nick is saying

"God, yes Ian, fuck me.. fuck me.."

Ian's hand clenches on the back of Nick's neck and the other fumbles around to work Nick's cock. Ian's hips are moving fast and he's thrusting, pounding, working him over completely, so that by the time this is over, he'll be so thoroughly fucked he could barely breathe, much less move. The cock under Ian's hand is hard and hot and dripping and he pulls at it, gripping it tightly until he hears his baby's choked gasps and then Nick is coming, screaming Ian's name and Ian places both hands on either side of his lover's ass and rides it hard. Arching backward he cums with a wailing cry and falls onto his lover's back.

They roll onto their sides and Ian spoons against his lover.

"You're my real trophy," he whispers hoarsely.

Nick's mouth turns up in a ghost of a smile, in between his breathless gasps. He leans back against Ian and closes his eyes.