Secret Santa fic.

[caelith.livejournal.com]

Seeing as Indy guessed her fic was from me first go, I shall post it :P

One of her requests was Mike/Greg sex, so of course I zeroed in on it lol.

Title: Beermat Boy
Author: Cae
Pairing: Mike/Greg, past Greg/Ryan
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Greg is having a hard time with his growing feelings for Mike.
Disclaimer: Gotta be kidding me!
Warnings: Smex and humour.
Beataed by the ever patient mizzmeow




"So, we going out?" Ryan asked, idly watching Greg change for a minute before unbuttoning his own shirt.

"I dunno," Greg sighed quietly.

It had been a particularly long and tiring day. Greg had literally gone straight from Heathrow airport to the studio to start Whose Line. He'd been running on pure adrenalin, fuelled by copious amounts of coffee; now the jet-lag was beginning to creep up on him.

"Ya lightweight" Ryan grinned, removing his garishly coloured shirt and replacing it with an equally colourful monstrosity.

"You're taking this neon love chicken thing to heart I see."

"Bite me."

"I think Mike wouldn't mind biting you," Greg huffed.

"Oh really?" Ryan smirked, sidling up to his friend while buttoning up his shirt. "Do I detect a tiny smidgen of jealousy?" he breathed, sending a wave of warm air over the back of Greg's neck.

"Oh fuck off Stiles" Greg mumbled, shrugging Ryan off and moving away. "I'm too tired for one of your baiting sessions."

Ryan rolled his eyes and sat down on one of the dressing-room sofas. "I dunno why you don't tell him" he sighed, unlacing his shoes.

Greg slumped next to Ryan, leaning back and removing his glasses so he could rub his tired eyes. "Because unless we're on stage, my conversations with Mike tend to consist of me babbling at him until he thinks I'm a congenital idiot."

"I'm sure you're exaggerating," Ryan chuckled.

"Ry, remember the pub incident? The poor guy had to put up with me prattling on for an hour about the history of the fucking beer mat!"

"You sounded....Educated."

"I sounded like an infomercial. The first card-based beer mats appeared in Weisenbach, Germany, around 1880" Greg mocked, before groaning loudly and covering his face with his hands.

"Well, see I didn't know that before so at least it was, uh, informative."

"Poor bastard ran so fast I wasn't sure if the 'bang' was the door closing or the sound of him hitting mach 10!"

Ryan chuckled, patting his friend on the back lightly and getting up to stretch his back. "Wanna come out for a smoke?"

"No. I want to curl up in a ball on the sofa and die of shame" Greg huffed, getting up and grabbing his coat.

"Dying of cancer's much more fun, you get a hospital bed, nurses..." Ryan grinned, heading for the door.

Greg followed him out, studiously not picturing Mike wearing a nurse's outfit and tending to him at his bedside.

"What is it about him anyway?" Ryan questioned as soon as they reached the exit. "I mean" he continued, popping two cigarettes between his lips and lighting them, handing one to Greg. "I've known you to fancy people before, myself included," he grinned, getting lost in the memory of a certain hot night in a certain hotel room the previous year.

"Yeah, but you're different. Mike is...He's nice and..."

"Oh thanks!"

"Oh ya know what I mean" Greg smiled, nudging Ryan out of his mock outrage. "He just..."

"He just?" Ryan prompted, recognising the familiar glaze that fell over Greg's eyes when he started thinking about the other man.

"It's his smile. God it's so...Okay, if you ever tell a single soul I said this, I'll kill you dead. But, it's just so cute."

"Oh my God!" Ryan laughed.

"I knew I shouldn't have told you" Greg sighed, kicking his giggling friend lightly in the shin.

"I just have trouble picturing you as seeing anything as cute. I remember when I introduced you to my kids and you were all 'they're very small', before handing them back and raiding my liquor cabinet."

"It's so weird. I wanna kiss him when he smiles, but at the same time I don't 'cause I wanna see him smiling. But then, I'm usually babbling at him like a speed-train when I'm with him so all I get to see is a look of confused terror."

"You are so fucking screwed," Ryan sympathised.

"Ugh! Tell me about it!" Greg lamented, leaning back against the wall and taking a long drag of his cigarette.

Silence fell between them for a few minutes as they finished their smokes, enjoying the cool London air; a welcome relief from the hot, stuffy studio.

Greg's thoughts, as always, turned immediately to Mike McShane. Truth was, he couldn't pin point what it was that attracted him to the guy. Yes, his smile was a part of it, but it was so much more than that. Mike had a presence, a way of lifting the atmosphere of a room just by entering it. He was larger than life and Greg desperately wanted to tap into that energy.

"I bet sex with Mike would be amazing" Greg said idly, crushing his smoke stub under his foot.

"A two-sided conversation would probably be pretty good too."

"I'm working on it," Greg winked. "Come on; let's get this meeting over and done with. I need sleep stat."

"Hey Guys!"

Neither had heard the studio door opening and Greg was definitely not mentally prepared to see a smiling Mike step out.

"Hey Mike," Ryan grinned.

"Eh hau...uh...." Greg blinked.

"Oh for crying out loud," Ryan sighed, rolling his eyes. "They ready for us?"

"Hmm? Oh, no I...Well, Dan said he wanted to see you so I came out to get you and...Greg, can I have a word with you?"

"What?!" Greg squeaked. "Why? I mean...What did I do? Ryan? Where are you going?"

"Have fun!" Ryan grinned, making a tactical exit.

Greg stood frozen for a few seconds, staring at the space his friend had previously occupied, willing the man to come back, or maybe go back in time and miss his plane, or maybe stop mentally babbling damn it!

"Greg?"

"Mike," Greg smiled nervously. "Wha…er...What can I do for you?"

It was Mike's turn to look nervous. Greg watched in fascination as the large man looked down, sizeable fingers toying with the ends of his long white shirt. "I um...Okay, tell me if I'm out of line here, but...Greg?"

The other man's gaze had travelled up Mike's body to the collar of his shirt, which was open a few buttons, revealing a triangle of milky white skin, already damp with sweat despite the cool evening air.

"Hmm? Oh, sorry," Greg blushed sheepishly. 'Busted'.

"Okay, as I was saying, tell me if I'm wrong, which I probably am but...Do you, uh, have, y'know, feelings for me?"

It was at that precise moment, that Greg had his first ever experience of his brain screeching to a halt.


"...." he replied intelligently.

Mike's shoulders sagged visibly, his disappointment almost tangible.

"I'm wrong. Shit Greg, I'm sorry. I just thought that..."

"No! I mean, you're not wrong in the sense of that um...I mean, I can't say that you're, that I, I mean, You're, you know, hoo! So I wouldn't, I mean, I womph!"

It was at that precise moment that Greg had his first ever experience of being silenced by a kiss.

And, as Mike's soft, thin lips massaged his mouth, Greg decided this was an experience he definitely wouldn't mind repeating.

"Sorry," the larger man sighed, pulling away from the kiss and stroking his finger down Greg's cheekbone. "You're kinda sexy when you babble."

"Really? Why did you keep running away then?"

"'Cause you're kinda sexy when you babble," Mike winked.

"Oh...OH!" Greg blinked. A vision of Mike running off to do what he had to flashed briefly in Greg's mind, sending a delicious tingle down his body, settling firmly in his groin. "Oh dear God," he muttered, looping his arms around Mike's neck and moving in for another kiss.

Mike breathed his approval into Greg's mouth as they opened up to deepen the kiss, tasting each other completely for the first time.

Greg felt himself being turned and walked backwards until he was against the cold stone wall of the building. His fumbling hands found their way to the buttons of Mike's shirt, ripping a few in his haste to get to the warm skin beneath.

Knowing he was on a train ride that had no intention of stopping, Greg pulled away from the kiss briefly to push the other man backwards, guiding him behind a large recycle bin a few feet from the door.
He pushed Mike against the wall and pounced, biting and licking at the man's flushed, sensitive neck, his hands busy roaming Mike's large body.

"Jesus Greg," Mike panted, as the other man's hand cupped his rapidly hardening dick.

"Want you," Greg breathed, unzipping Mike's fly and plunging his hand into the opening.

"You have me," came the reply; and Greg was once again turned, his back slamming against stone as his shirt was forcibly ripped from his shoulders, the arms of it bunching around his elbows to hold him firmly in place. "You've had me since you met me," Mike continued, biting harshly at Greg's chin and neck.

"Fuck Mike!"

"Oh Hell yeah," the large man breathed, dropping to his knees and reaching for the buttons of Greg's slacks.

Mike pulled the tan slacks down over his new lover's hips, revelling in the sight of Greg's stretched, black shorts. He opened his mouth and licked a long, slow path from the silk-covered balls up to Greg's stomach, plunging his tongue inside the man's belly button.

"Oh Jesus!"

"Nope, just me," Mike grinned, removing Greg's slacks and shorts.

Greg giggled breathlessly as Mike cupped his buttocks, prompting him to hook his legs over the other man's large shoulders. "Mi...Mike," he groaned, trying to steady himself against the wall, his shirt still hanging uselessly from his arms.

"It's okay, I got ya," Mike whispered tenderly. He brought his mouth to Greg's weeping cock, sucking it inside until his nose met the dark thatch of hair at its base.

Greg bucked wildly into Mike's mouth as his lover's large fingers began to circle his twitching hole. "Oh fuck yeah! I wa...I want..."

Mike stood, towering over Greg. "You'll get," he growled, biting on Greg's lips and lifting the smaller man.

Greg willingly wrapped his legs around the large waist as he was held against the wall; Mike's finger's plunging harshly in and out of his ass.

"Ready for me?" The large man breathed.

Greg brought his hands up to cradle Mike's face and leaned down for a wet kiss. "God yes," he mumbled against the other's lips.

Mike leaned his upper body back a little, thrusting his pelvis forward and prompting Greg to grab his shoulders.

They groaned in loud unison as Mike's hard, thick cock entered Greg's tight entrance.

"You okay baby?"

"Yeah," Greg breathed, clutching tightly to the other man. "Gimme a sec, it's been a while."

"Take as long as you need," Mike smiled, pressing his stomach against Greg's cock and running his tongue up the flushed skin of his lover's neck.

"Mmmm, that's doing it," Greg sighed, bucking slightly into Mike's stomach.

"Doin' it for me too," Mike groaned as Greg began to clench around him.

"Move!" Greg growled.

Mike did just that, slowly at first, pulling his dick out and plunging it back in. He quickly began to lose control, the silky heat of his lover wrapped around him becoming overwhelming. His thrusts became animalistic in their intensity, repeatedly slamming Greg's bare back against the hard wall.

The friction against his back served to heighten Greg's arousal, the pain intensifying the heat pooling in his groin as it rubbed repeatedly against Mike's stomach with every thrust. He desperately wanted to touch himself, but didn't want to risk losing his balance, so he gripped Mike's shoulders tightly and quickened his own pace.

"Greg!" Mike shouted, lifting his lover and turning him, throwing him back across the top of the recycle bin, before plunging into him once more.

The bin strained against the chains that were fixing it to the wall as the lovers upped their pace. Mike looped his arms under Greg's knees, bending the man's long legs and sending Greg into spasms as the angle allowed him to repeatedly brush against the cluster of nerves hidden inside his lover's silky hole.

"Fuck! Harder!" Greg roared, losing his senses and the double sensation of Mike fucking him raw and his own dick rubbing against the large man's stomach.

Sweat was dripping from Mike's forehead onto Greg's heated chest as his own orgasm neared. "Greg...I'm gonna..." he panted.

"Cum for me," Greg whispered.

That was all it took to push him over the edge. Mike roared his release, losing himself completely as he pulled Greg up by his hair, biting the other's long neck as he emptied his hot seed inside him.

"Oh God Greg," Mike laughed shakily, pulling out of the smaller man and steadying himself on the bin.

Greg let his aching legs fall and lay spread-eagle, his arousal still twitching and begging for relief.

"I'm never one to turn down dessert," Mike muttered, licking his hungry lips. He used the last of his strength to cup Greg's buttocks and lift him, until that tempting cock was brushing his lips. Mike nuzzled the swollen head for a few seconds, but his mouth was watering and he gave in to temptation, opening wide and sucking hard on Greg's cock. His fingers groped their way back to Greg's now wet opening, circling it just enough for the soreness to enhance the pleasure as he continued to suckle.

"Mike!" Was all the warning he got before Greg bucked once, filling Mike's waiting mouth with his bitter seed.

"Oh Christ!" Greg sighed, his spent body sagging.

"I think I need to sit down for a bit," Mike chuckled, dropping bonelessly to the floor and leaning back against the cool plastic.

Greg decided he was too far away and slid off the bin to sit by Mike's side.

"Ooh, cold!" He shivered when his bare butt made contact with the cement ground.

Mike had the forethought to pull his pants up before he sat, so he happily manoeuvred Greg until the smaller man was sitting astride him.

"Mmm, this is nice," Greg sighed, kissing Mike lightly and running his hands idly over the large expanse of chest.

"Where did your glasses go?" mike frowned.

"No idea. I think they flew off somewhere between the wall and the bin."

"Sorry, I was a little...Rough," Mike whispered, gently fingering the bruises and bite marks on Greg's neck.

"Don't worry, it felt good," Greg smiled. "Though I think I'm gonna need some Neosporin for my back," he chuckled.

"I'll make it up to you," Mike said softly, kissing those tempting lips once more. "Come on; let's find your clothes and glasses."

It took them less than a minute to locate Greg's errant specs, Mike polishing them with his shirt while watching the other man dress.

"I think we missed the meeting," Greg grinned.

"Ah well," Mike smiled, handing his lover the glasses and buttoning up his shirt. "I'm sure they'll just about cope without us.

"Want to come back to my hotel room and sleep for a week?"

"Sounds perfect," Mike nodded. Lacing his fingers with Greg's, he turned to walk slowly out of the car park. "So, you never did tell me."

"Tell you what?"

"Whether or not you have feelings for me."

"Meh," Greg shrugged. "You're not bad I suppose."