3 Wishes
Usual Disclaimer - Don't own, just damn good fun to play with!
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Greg was gently nibbling Nick's neck as he lay on top of him, trying desperately to control himself. This had not been the plan for the evening at all, but Greg would take this new plan over the old plan any day.
He had tried to give Nick a relaxing massage but, as usual, it had turned into sex. This time the kind that involved rubbing against each other in a frenzy until they came on each others stomachs. They were squirming together, their torsos slick with massage oil, thrusting madly, their hard cocks rubbing against each other. They were noisy, panting and moaning, the oil making them slick so there was no resistance only a slide that was burning them up from the inside.
"Christ Nicky . . . Yes." Nick wasn't talking but Greg, as usual, couldn't keep his mouth closed. "Faster Nicky!" For a few seconds all that could be heard from Greg was breathy moans and Nick's name, then: "Fuck!" Greg cried out as suddenly two of Nick's slick fingers were inside him, brushing his prostate. That was too much for Greg, the new sensory spike pushed him screaming over the edge. Nick was so near but not there yet, so he thrust harder against him until his fingers were digging into Greg's ass cheeks and he was covering his chest with sticky, white fluid.
"Way to welcome a man home Sunshine." Nick kissed the top of Greg's now dishevelled spikes. Greg giggled and rolled onto his side, allowing Nick to spoon him. "Think maybe we should clean up?" There was no answer. "Greg?" Nick giggled when he looked over at him. Greg was out like a light.
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Greg awoke two hours later with Nick curled around him. He was also, surprisingly, not sticky. He saw the old beach towel on the floor and realised that Nick had cleaned them up after he had fallen asleep. He smiled, a warm, fuzzy feeling spread through him. It started at his stomach and went to the tip of his ears and back down to his toes. Gently extricating himself from his lover's embrace he leaned under the bed and pulled out a blue box. This had originally been the second part of the evening. He checked that he had everything he needed then put the box on the bed and wandered through to the kitchen.
He returned with two mugs of Blue Hawaiian and two plates of syrup covered pancakes.
"Wake up sleepy head." Greg said, setting the tray down in between them. Nick stretched and smiled up at Greg.
"Hey." He yawned lazily. "So, G, what's all this in aid of?"
"Just bringing my man breakfast in bed." But Greg had that look in his eyes. Not the 'screw what you're doing and screw me instead' one, or the 'I've had too much sugar and I'm feeling mischievous' one or even the 'I wanna snuggle all day 'cos I love you so much' one. This was the 'I've woken up all bouncy and I have a great idea' one. "Here, try the pancakes. I made them myself." Greg thrust a mug and plate into Nick's hands and began to make short work of his.
Once the impromptu breakfast in bed was over Greg stared at the blue box.
"Nicky?"
"Yeah?"
"Did you ever wish you could meet a genie?" Nick looked at Greg, slightly shocked and confused about where this was going.
"What do you mean, G?"
"Well," Greg started, fiddling with the sheet. "Did you ever want things that you wished you could tell someone you wanted? And wished someone would tell them for you because you couldn't do it yourself? Or you felt bad for imposing your wishes on them?"
"That's a little confusing G, but yeah, I get what you mean. Like a genie in a lamp kinda thing. Someone to grant the wishes that you're too afraid to ask for?"
"Exactly!" Greg looked relieved. Maybe this would be easier and more fun than he thought. "What if I said I would be your genie and grant you three wishes?"
"Anything?"
"Well, Nicky it has to be physically and emotionally possible. But within that, yes, anything."
"I'd say that was a fantastic idea. Why? You wanna be my genie, G?"
"Yes!" Greg stated emphatically. Nick cocked his head to one side and raised an eyebrow.
"Really?"
"Yes, really." Greg pulled the blue box towards him. "I'm going to grant you three wishes. And, hopefully you're going to do the same for me."
"Ok . . ." Nick was a little worried. He could only imagine, in a very scared way, exactly how far or where Greg would take this. "Of course I'll give you your wishes G. You know you only have to ask."
"Yeah, but I thought it would be more fun this way." Greg opened the box and took out six sheets of very bright paper, six equally bright envelopes and a pack of magic markers. "Ok, this is how it works. You write a wish on a piece of paper then slide it into an envelope. You have to seal it. Then I give my envelopes to you, and you give your envelopes to me." Greg put the pens and papers down then chose a blue sheet and a purple marker. He scribbled something on the paper, chose a green envelope, pushed it inside then sealed the envelope. "Just like that."
"I can do that." Nick said, and soon they each had three envelopes.
"Ok." Greg was grinning like a five year old in a sweet shop. "Time to swap!" He handed his envelopes over straight away, but Nick only gave him two. "Hey! We're supposed to swap!"
"I know," Nick replied with a mischievous grin, knowing this would drive Greg wild. "But the envelope is part of the wish, and you can only have it as the wish happens."
"But how am I supposed to know what the wish is if I can't have your envelope?"
"Oh you will G. You will." Nick looked at the three ridiculously bright envelops in his hand, turning them over slowly. "So, what happens now?"
"Easy, you choose an envelope and when you're ready to grant a wish you open it and do whatever is inside."
"Ok." Nick now had a huge smile on his face. "I think I can manage that!" He thought about his third wish and smiled. That would be the best wish of all.
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