Warnings:Strong language, sexual content. Not for the faint of heart.
Description:Cath loves Nick. Cath loves Greg. Can her two loves exist side by side. I stink at summaries....Rated Mature for a reason..
AN (if any):This is a multi chapter story. Cross posted on FF.net. If this isn't allowed please forgive me. Will post more of the story if requested....
~A/N~ I have to say that I'm a die hard Cath and Nick shipper. That being said however, somehow, this little bug was planted in my brain. It's a story about Catherine's need for two men. Nick and Greg.... I still love Catnip, but this story was begging to be written.
I never meant to fall in love. Especially with two different men. Men that I've worked with for years. It all started out as harmless flirting with Greg. Nick and I had been an item for years, but when Greg walked into the breakroom that night, I found myself unable to say no to his invitation to a party. Even if I knew I should. I've never done what I should do. I knew from the second I started this wild ride. It was going to be and addiction. I'm getting a bit ahead of myself. Let me start at the beginning.
Greg had walked into the breakroom and asked me , “Hey Cath. Would you like to come to a party?”
I smiled and asked in return, “A party? Where?”
“My house. To celebrate my promotion.”
I smiled and to Greg's surprise I said, “Sure. Sounds like fun. What time?”
Greg did a double take and said, “You want to come? Everyone else is too busy.”
“Sure. Lindsay's staying at a friends house and Nick's away at a conference in Hawaii.”
“So, in other words, you don't have anything better to do.”
I laughed and said, “I didn't say that Greg. You know that Nick and I are, well...I don't exactly know what we are. Dating maybe? I'm not sure, but I'm bored and quite honestly a party at your house sounds like fun.”
“Really. I wouldn't lie to you.”
Greg searched her eyes for a sign that I was lying. Finding none, he said, “Okay. I'll see you after shift then.”
Nodding, I whispered, “It's a date.”
Greg chuckled and said, “Just don't tell Nick.”
“Nick doesn't own me Greg. Besides, it's just a party.”
Greg had given me a look and said, “Try telling him that when he kills me.”
“It's all innocent fun.”
How was I to know that those very words would come back to haunt me.
I stopped at a liquor store and pick up the fixings for Daquiri's and rum runners. Most people in the lab would be surprised to learn of my affection for girly drinks. Sure, I'd drink rum on the rocks any day, but there was something to be said for a sweet drink that could give you a buzz without knowing it.
Pulling up to Greg's house I smiled when I saw him standing outside. He was near his car and waiting for me to get out.
“Hey Greg! Been waiting long?”
“Nah. Just a few minutes.” Then indicating the bag he asked me, “What's in the bag?”
“Just some stuff for drinks. I hope you don't mind.”
“Not at all. What would a party be without drinks?”
I laughed and waited for him to open the door. I walked in and put the bag down on the counter and smiled. Greg's house was nicely decorated. For a guy. I chuckled and Greg looked over at me and asked, “What?”
“Nothing. I was just thinking about how Sara lied.”
“Well, she said that your house looked like something out of Animal House. It's no where close.”
“Sara doesn't know everything Catherine.”
Nodding I went to sit on one of the bar stools while I watched Greg take out the blender and some glasses. He seemed to know his way around the kitchen and making drinks. I raised and eyebrow and asked, “You know how to make Daquiri's?”
“Of course. Spent a summer in Cancun working at a hotel as a bartender.”
“Yeah. It was the best summer of my life.”
I smiled at him and waited until he handed me my drink. I closed my eyes and took a long sip. The taste of fruit and the briefest taste of alcohol invaded my tongue. I smiled and said, “Excellant.”
Greg smiled at me and said, “I aim to please.”
He walked into the living room and turned on the stereo. I smiled as I went to sit next to him on the couch. We talked for the longest time. I could blame what happened next on too much alcohol or the fact that I was missing Nick or that I hadn't had sex in nearly a week, but honestly, it wouldn't be fair. To either of them.
I'd flirted with Greg countless times, but it never went any further than harmless flirting. Until tonight. I smiled and said, “Let's play a game.”
“Truth or dare. I'll go first. Truth or dare Greg?”
“You know me. Always one to play it safe.”
I laughed and asked, “Do you find me attractive?”
Greg smiled at me and said, “Yes.”
To say I was stunned would be an understatement. I'd never thought he would admit it. I took another drink of my Daquiri and nodded, “Your turn.”
Greg smiled, “Truth or Dare?”
“I dare you to kiss me.”
Again, I could have blamed it on too much alcohol, but that would incredibly unfair to Greg. His lips looked so damn kissable at that moment. So, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. He was definitely surprised, especially when I parted his lips with my tongue. I heard him moan softly and pulled back with a self satisfied smile.
I noticed that shocked look on his face and the way he squirmed in his seat and whispered, “You okay Greg?”
He whispered softly, “I'm fine.”
“You don't look fine.”
“I'm fine Catherine.”
I smiled and said, “My turn. Truth or dare?”
I smiled and whispered, “I dare you to show me your cock.”
“What?!! Catherine I don't think...”
“Don't think Greg. This is a game remember.”
I watched as Greg debated for a few long seconds. I was sure that he would chicken out and tell me that the game was over. I smiled when I saw him use his hand to first unbutton his jeans and then slide the zipper down and slip out of his jeans. I noticed the bulge crying for release from his briefs. I watched as he slipped them off. I didn't manage to conceal my surprise at how big Greg was. He had a good two inches on Nick. He wasn't as thick, but the length more than made up for it.
Greg must have noticed the look on my face, he chuckled and said, “Surprised?”
“A bit. It's a pleasant surprise though.”
Greg swallowed hard and asked me, “Truth or Dare?”
Smiling, I whispered, “Dare.”
Greg squirmed in his seat. I knew what he wanted to say, but something was holding him back. I slid closer to him and whispered, “Say it Greg.”
I heard him moan as my breath tickled his ear. I leaned forward and kissed his neck. He moaned louder and said, “I dare you to...”
“I dare you to give me a blowjob.”
Greg jumpled up and practically yelled, “God Catherine. Don't tease me like that! Do you know how long I've waited for this. Dreamed about it! It's not nice!”
“You dreamed about this?”
He nodded and said, “For years.”
I walked over to him and said nothing. I simply knelt in front of him. I noticed the precum on the tip and smiled as I licked it. It was salty with just a hint of sweetness. So typically Greg. I heard him moan and knew that I should stop. Something in the way he looked at me, drove me on. So, I did what came naturally. I heard him moan and felt his hands on my head. His hands threaded his way through my hair.
“Need to lay down Catherine. Bedroom. Now.”
Reluctant to release him, I finally smiled and released him with a self satisfied pop. He moaned, looked down at me and whispered, “Are you sure about this Catherine? Really sure?”
“I've never been so sure of anything before. I want this. I want you.”
I smiled and let Greg lead me to his bedroom. Anticipation building with every step...