Jim & Greg Smut

This is part of the JiGr-verse, but it is not part of the arc...

Title: The Frustrated and the Clueless
Author: Kerguelen
Series: JiGr verse
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't I wish they were...


Greg had finally gotten the movie theater's web site to work when Sara
walked into the lab. The site still wasn't working quite right, but at
least it was working. After much fighting he'd finally gotten it to
recognize the movie title he was looking for.

"What are you doing?" Sara asked, puzzled by Greg's concentration on the
computer. He normally stopped whatever he was doing when she came in.

"I'm getting tickets for the new Vin Diesel movie."

"Is this the car one?"

"Uh, yeah," Greg said looking up at Sara in shock.

"I saw the ads for it. Looked kind of stupid, but it has Vin in it so it
should be worth it."

"I didn't know you liked Vin Diesel."

"I saw him in Pitch Black. The movie was okay, but he was great. Who you
going with to The Fast and the Furious?"

"Uh... Brass."

"I didn't know you and Brass were friends. Hey, what time's the show?"

"Noon. Why?"

"Get me a ticket too, I'll join you guys."

"Great," Greg said, plastering a smile on his face and hoping it wouldn't
look too fake.

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Greg was a ball of nerves as he and Sara waited for Jim to meet them. He
really didn't know what Jim's reaction was going to be. He'd wanted to
call and warn Jim that they were having company, but things had gotten
hectic toward the end of shift and he'd never gotten the chance. He
hoped Jim would be too ticked off at him. They'd been together a while
now, but neither of them had bothered to tell Sara and she hadn't said
anything so evidently she hadn't figured it out and none of the others
from shift had bothered to enlighten her. He knew he was being
fidgety while they waited since Sara was giving him some odd
looks, but he figured she'd write it off as just being him.

When Jim did finally show up, Greg had to swallow a groan. Jim had
clearly taken the time to change before showing up at the lab because
there he was - a vision in black. Black jeans, black shirt, black boots,
and black leather jacket...

"Hey-- Sara. I wasn't expecting to see you here."

"Hey, Jim. Um Wow, that's a different look for you," Sara said, checking
out Jim in a way that let everyone in the room know that she liked what
she was seeing.

"I rode my bike in today - only good thing left from my midlife crisis.
I wasn't about to wear my suit on it. So what are you still doing here?
Shift ended a half hour ago."

"Oh, Greg told me you guys were going to see the new Vin Diesel movie and
got me a ticket so I could come along."

"Oh, he did, did he? How nice of Greg," Jim said, raising an eyebrow at his
boyfriend.

"You uh ready to go?" Greg asked.

"Yeah. Why don't you ride with Sara since I'm on my bike?"

"Okay, sure, that makes sense," Greg rambled while he cursed in his head.
It was no fair. First Sara decides to join them and then he loses out on
the opportunity to ride tucked up behind Jim on the bike. He loved riding
that damned bike. There was nothing like it -- crotch plastered against
Jim's ass, hands groping Jim's abs, and the bike vibrating... Life
seriously sucked.

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The drive to the theater wasn't a long one and since it was still early
in the day there was plenty of parking. Greg and Sara only just beat Jim
there so Greg got to watch as Jim parked his bike and took his helmet
off. Luckily Sara was still getting out of the car so she didn't see Greg
knock his head into the car door because he was paying more attention to
Jim than what he was doing.

"I'm impressed. A Harley Davidson Softail? That had to put you back quite
a bit," Sara said, eyeing Jim's bike.

"I got it right after my divorce. I put all my stuff in storage and drove
it out here."

"Somehow I just never pictured you as a biker. Of course, I never saw you
dressed like that either. I'm sure I'd remember that."Sara said
coquettishly, smiling brightly at Jim.

Greg ground his teeth. Sara was standing there flirting with HIS man in
front of him. Like it wasn't bad enough that she'd had to invite herself
along on their date. Now she was making serious 'Hello, Nurse!' eyes at
him. It just wasn't fair! If it had just been the two of them, he'd at
least have gotten some tongue time in by now.

"Yes, it's a lovely bike. Can we go now? The movie will be starting
soon," Greg said sharply, earning him a confused look from Sara and an
amused one from Jim.

Still ranting to himself about the unfairness that was his life, Greg
spun on his heel and stormed into the theater. He barely even noticed
the other two following him as he got the tickets for the three of them
and headed for the teenager waiting to tear their ticket stubs for them.

"Theater 5, enjoy your show."

"Yeah, right," Greg grumbled, taking the stubs back from the kid and
heading toward the theater. "Greg. Greg, hold up," Sara called after
him, finally jogging to catch up with him. "Jeesh, what is your problem?"

"No problem, just making sure we don't miss the previews is all."

"Uh huh," Sara said, clearly not sure whether or not to believe him.

Looking around, Greg spotted Jim heading toward the concession stand
rather than over to them. Seizing the opportunity to get Jim alone,
however briefly, he turned back to Sara.

"Why don't you go grab seats for us all? Fifth row center if you can
manage it. I'll go help Jim with the snacks," Greg suggested, not
waiting for her to respond before he headed across the lobby.

Greg got to Jim's side, just as the kid behind the counter was going off
to fill Jim's order. For a minute, Greg just stood there, bouncing on
the balls of his feet. It had been months since he was this anxious around
Jim.

"I really didn't ask her to come. She asked what I was doing while I
bought the tickets and just invited herself. She--"

"Greg."

"Yeah?"

"I'm not mad. Disappointed maybe, but not mad. I know what Sara's
like," Jim reassured, giving Greg's cheek a gentle pat in what he hoped
was an avuncular fashion.

"Oh. Good."

"Now get that cute little ass in gear and help me out and carry some of
this in to Sara while I pay for it all," Jim said, pointing at the mega
sized buttered popcorn, 3 drinks and the packet of Twizzlers the kid at
the counter had brought over while they were talking.

"Sure, no problem." Greg said, grabbing all three drinks and heading
toward the theater. He'd been a little surprised at the amount of snack
food Jim had grabbed, but he knew Jim was big on having popcorn with his
movies - didn't see the point of going to the theater unless you had
popcorn that positively dripped with that fake butter crap.

Greg had decided that this afternoon might not be a total disaster. Even
if he was on his best behavior, he was still with Jim and the movie
looked to be fun and Sara was his friend after all...

Since Greg was stuck in the center seat, he got the duty of holding the
popcorn. Normally, that would be annoying, but at the moment he was glad
to have something covering his lap since Jim was clearly out to torture
him. Once Jim had joined them in the theater he'd taken off his jacket
and Greg had gotten a MUCH better look at the shirt he was wearing. It
was the stretch shirt Greg had bought him when they'd managed to get a
couple days off in a row together and headed to a B&B just outside Reno.
He'd only seen Jim wear it the one time while they were on that trip and
Greg had talked him into taking him dancing at a night club. Between the
amazingness of the view and the flashbacks he was getting of grinding
their bodies together to mediocre techno music, Greg was squirming in his
seat trying to find a more comfortable position. When Jim decided to
stare right at him while licking the butter off his fingers, Greg was
sure he was going to pop up right through the popcorn container.
Thankfully the lights dimmed and the previews started. Greg frantically
tried to focus on that while willing himself to relax.

The movie had barely started when Greg felt Jim moving around beside him.
Glancing over, he could just make out Jim rearranging his jacket and
stuff. It didn't dawn on him what he was doing though until Jim moved the
armrest. As Jim spread out, their legs touched all the way down and Jim
could easily reach over and touch Greg without being spotted. He sucked
in a breath as Jim's fingers started to wander, running up and down the
side of his leg. Meaning to get Jim to stop, Greg turned toward him and
moaned -- Jim was sitting there twizzler half in his mouth sucking on the
damn thing like it was a lollipop or something far more interesting.
Slamming his head back against his seat back, Greg grabbed Jim's hand so
it couldn't move and tried to watch the movie.

For a brief moment, Greg thought Jim had gone back to watching the movie,
but soon Jim's captured hand was carressing Greg's hand, gently moving
across his palm and wrist. When Jim brought their hands over into his
lap, Greg practically knocked the popcorn all over the floor with the way
his body jerked. Intending to get Jim to stop messing around, Greg looked
over and Jim gave him a wink, stood up, and headed out of the theater. He
only stopped when Sara gave him a confused look.

"Heading to the can. Back in a minute."

Greg sat there for a minute, then two, then couldn't take it any more.
Whispering to Sara that he'd be right back, he headed out in search of
Jim. As soon as Greg walked into the restroom, he was grabbed and dragged
into a stall. Jim didn't give him a moment to catch his breath before his
back was up against the wall and they were swapping some major spit.

"God, did I need that," Greg moaned as he broke away for air.

"You and me both, kid."

Greg his his head on the wall behind him as Jim dropped to his knees,
yanked open Greg's jeans, pulled out his hard cock and practically
swallowed Greg whole. Greg's eyes were rolling back into his head as Jim
worked him -- one hand stroking his ass while switching between
taking as much of Greg into his mouth as he could and rubbing the
underside of Greg's cock with his tongue. Having already been on edge,
Greg didn't last long before he came in Jim's mouth.

Dazed, Greg didn't immediately realize what was up when Jim spat his cum
into his own hand and spun Greg around so that he was facing the wall.
Used to Jim treating him like some fragile piece of china, Greg couldn't
believe this was his Jim doing this -- it was so dirty, so raw, so hot!
Having just cum, Greg was no longer gagging for a fuck, but he was going
to enjoy the ride. Smiling happily, he pushed back onto Jim's fingers as
they lubed him up with his own cum.

"Fuck yeah. Want you, now!"

"That's right, babe. So needy," Jim growled in Greg's ear as he
pulled out his fingers and plunged his cock into Greg.

Greg barely managed to hold himself off the wall as Jim rammed into him.
He could feel Jim's jeans scratching against the backs of his thighs with
each forceful thrust. It was awkward and the wall was cold to the touch,
but he really didn't care. All that mattered was the feel of Jim driving
into him, making him see stars. He couldn't hold in a groan; Jim's
mouth latched onto Greg's neck as Jim started to fuck him in earnest, his
movements becoming frenzied and erratic. Greg let out an oomph as Jim
collapsed, panting, against his back, smushing him into the wall.

"You okay, sweetheart?" Jim asked gruffly.

"Oh yeah. I'm good."

"You're much better than good."

"We better get back into the movie or Sara is going to send someone
looking for us."

Jim sighed and let Greg away from the wall. They quickly pulled
themselves together and washed up a bit. Hoping they didn't smell too
much like sex, they headed back into the theater and sat down next to
Sara.

"What happened to you guys?" Sara hissed. "You missed half the movie."

"Had to take care of a couple of knuckleheads that decided to use the
bathroom as a hotel," Jim whispered to her.

"You're kidding?"

"What can I say? It's Vegas," Jim said with a smirk before trying to
figure out what was happening in the movie.

The End