"Good Greek Men"

Good Greek Men

Rating: NC-17 for graphic male-male sex

Pairing: Nick/Angelo

Disclaimer: My Big Fat Greek Wedding, with its related characters and themes, does not belong to me. I make no money from this venture.

Wherein there are good. Greek. Men.

Notice: Let's see. I'm writing about a guy named Nick; I'm writing about a character played by Joey Fatone; I'm basically writing incest. And this isn't RPS?

Diamond says that it helps her to pretend that Nick and Angelo are not cousins; that it's a slight AU where everything else applies, but Nick and Angelo are best friends who grew up on the same block.

Angelo, of course, is played by Joey Fatone. Nick is played by Louis Mandylor, as in the brother of Costas Mandylor, which is very cool.

Nick was a good man. A good Greek man. He was the only son, and had been reared to carry on the family name, the family pride. He was loved, he was doted on, he was important.

He was proud of who he was. He enjoyed his position in the family, in life.

Sure, he wanted a few changes. He wanted to have his artwork on the restaurant menus. He was still working on that. His father still wasn't interested, but at least he was taking classes. That was a major step towards his goals. Those classes - - he was learning a lot! There was a whole world out there that he'd only suspected existed. Now he wanted to know it, to be a part of it.

He'd never had as much freedom to explore the world as his sisters had. It was a strange part of the double standard. When he went out, he was grilled about where he'd been, and with whom. What was he supposed to say? He'd been out, with people.

Where was he going to go, anyway? The way everybody kept an eye on everybody else, he didn't dare get into trouble. His parents would know all about it before it was half over.

Some days, he felt like answering the questions with, "Well, Mom, I was out with Nick and Alex, driving around and hitting clubs and flirting with girls. Good Greek girls. What I really wanted to do was go home with the cute guy at the bar, but I'm not supposed to explore that part of my heritage, am I?"

Yeah.

Angelo came around by the house later, and they ended up in Nick's room. He asked how the art classes were going, and Nick showed him how the projects were developing. These days, Angelo was Nick's favorite person, because he was always interested in Nick's art. Sincerely interested, and very encouraging, like it was only natural that Nick would want to pursue art, and do it well.

Angelo had been one of Nick's favorite family members all along, anyway. Angelo was younger, but they were close. They were both spoiled good Greek boys with big hearts who liked to tease. Nick had fun with Angelo, who'd confided in him a lot while growing up.

He'd been easy to confide in, according to Angelo. He'd been older, experienced, confident. He hadn't seemed to know everything, but he'd seemed to understand everything important.

"I really like what you're doing," Angelo said, setting down a sketch with a final look. "You're doing what you want. You're doing your own thing, and you're doing it for yourself."

"You can, too," Nick said. "You're a good boy, Angelo. You can do whatever you want with your life."

"I'm a good man," Angelo corrected him, smiling.

"What about Diana?" Nick asked. "When are you going to make a good, honest woman out of her?" Nick was asking because his parents had been talking about Angelo and Diana earlier. They wanted Angelo to find a girl to settle down with, even though Nick thought Angelo was still too young.

"Diana?" Angelo asked, and laughed. "I'm not going to marry her."

"You're not going to marry her, then what are you doing screwing her?" Nick asked, and smacked Angelo in the back of the head. "You know better, you were taught better than that!"

"Nick! She's not even my girlfriend. She sees other guys. We just get together sometimes. For a little fun."

"All right, then." That was okay. The good girls, they deserved to be treated well. The girls who didn't honor themselves, why should they be taken seriously? "So how is she?" The dirtiest, biggest rush of Nick's life was talking to Angelo about sex. He didn't touch Angelo in any shameful way, and he had no intentions of ever doing anything. He prayed to God that what happened in his own mind wouldn't harm Angelo. This was his vice, and it was all that he had. Talking to Angelo about sex. Thinking about Angelo and sex. He tried not to masturbate over Angelo, but sometimes the desire was too great. He justified it by praying that he wouldn't hurt Angelo, and by believing that it wasn't dirty; that he wasn't using Angelo, that he loved Angelo. And he did.

Angelo, not knowing what Nick really wanted from him, only talking to his close friend, his confidant, went ahead and talked about his sex life. "She's good, Nick. She gives good head, so good you can feel it in your toes. She likes dick, you can tell she really wants it, and she said mine's the best she's ever had."

"You're the best?" Nick asked. Angelo fell for that stuff?

"She likes it, man, she likes it. She was on me last night. She was clawing on my thighs. I still have the scratch marks."

"Clawing on your thighs? That hurts! Why?"

"When she was going down on me. The backs of my thighs, below my ass. She scraped her fingernails right there."

"She's an animal."

Angelo grinned. "I know."

"You like that stuff? Getting scratched?"

"Not really. It's kind of cool when it's happening, because it's like it shows how much she wants it. But that shit hurts."

Nick laughed. "You need a girl who's going to take care of you."

"I have my mother to take care of me," Angelo said. "I want somebody who's going to want me."

"Want you," Nick repeated. Wasn't that the point of a girlfriend, that she wanted you?

"Really want me. Look at me like I'm as sexy as sin when I'm walking around in a T-shirt acting stupid. Think that I'm so hot other people can't measure up. Want me. Really want me. The way you do."

It took a minute for Nick's brain to comprehend what Angelo had said. Want me. Really want me. The way you do. Nick didn't know what to say. He stared at Angelo, his mouth open, trying to find something, something...

"Maybe since you want me, I don't have to go find someone else. I could just go ahead and be with you," Angelo said.

Nick's brain kicked back into gear. "Be with me, what do you mean, be with me? What's that? You can't be with - - you don't want to be with me."

"Why not?" Angelo asked. He grinned, the grin Nick loved. Nick loved how happy Angelo could be, how honest, how sincere in everything.

He knew that Angelo wasn't making fun of him and didn't want to hurt him. But Angelo couldn't be serious, either. Not about being with him. He knew Angelo. He'd seen Angelo with girls. He'd known, even before he'd consciously realized what he wanted, that Angelo would never, could never, give him what he needed.

"I like the way you look at me," Angelo said. "At first I didn't get it. But then I figured it out. It grew on me. I started trying to make it happen. I'd dress for it, I'd fix my hair outside the restaurant. I'd see if I could pose, if touching you made a difference. But none of it mattered. You'd look at me the same and talk to me the same no matter how I looked or what I did. That's what I like best about it."

Angelo had known for a while, and didn't care. He wasn't offended. He wasn't trying to change Nick. He wasn't trying to fix Nick in any way. It didn't even seem to have changed the way he felt about Nick.

"I thought you'd do something. I've been waiting for you to make a move," Angelo said. "I figured out that you weren't going to do anything, so I thought, why not do it myself?"

"Because you can't," Nick said, finding his voice. "We can't."

"We can," Angelo said. "We should keep it between us for a while. But we can, and we want to."

"Keep it between us? For a while? It doesn't matter if we want to. We can't! We can't do anything!"

"We can," Angelo said again. "Toula can marry Ian, you can take art classes, I can be with you. It's my turn, it's my chance to do what I want to do. This is the step I'm taking. You can do what you want, make your own choices, decide what your life is going to be. I can, too."

"You don't want this," Nick said. He had to talk Angelo out of it, out of thinking this way. They couldn't be together. Never.

Angelo kissed him. It was a real kiss, deep and fast, taking Nick's mouth without question or hesitation.

It was just like Angelo to jump in with both feet, especially once he'd decided what he was going for. It was just like Nick, too, and Nick had to respond. There was a struggle for dominance, both of them trying to take charge, and they actually pushed at each other. Nick even got Angelo to take a step back, but their mouths remained locked.

He was strong enough to try to push Angelo away, but he wasn't strong enough to deny himself this kiss.

Nick had thought about what this might be like, kissing Angelo. He'd thought about the shape of Angelo's lips, the feel of Angelo's goatee. He'd imagined where he'd place his hands, and where Angelo's hands might be. But here, now that he could taste Angelo on his tongue, now that he could feel Angelo's fingers digging into the small of his back, it was real, and human, and perfect.

Angelo was trying to push him backwards, but the bed was back there, and Nick wasn't budging. A kiss was one thing; that could be excused, explained, denied. But once they got on that bed, there was no mistaking their intent. Nick wasn't going to let the situation go that far. For Angelo's sake, it had to stop where it was.

Nick was on the short side, but he was solid, and he had more muscle mass than Angelo. If he didn't want to give in, he didn't have to. But Angelo knew his weaknesses.

Right in the middle of a serious kiss, Angelo tickled Nick in the back of the neck, right at the nape. Nick squirmed, Angelo pushed the advantage, and Nick ended up sprawled on the bed.

Without wasting a moment, Angelo was on him, grabbing at his clothes: unbuttoning his shirt, pushing up his undershirt. Nick fought with Angelo's hands, tried to shove Angelo off, but his heart wasn't in the fight.

"Would you stop it?" Angelo demanded, finally getting Nick's shirt open fully, spilling a button or two. "I just want to suck your dick."

Nick collapsed, staring, speechless again. Angelo...wanted...what? His...dick?

"Thank you," Angelo said, and kissed him, quick and deep. Then Angelo was opening Nick's pants, and Nick still wasn't moving. He had to see where this was going. The disbelief was still so strong that he wasn't stopping Angelo because he couldn't accept that Angelo might really do it. There was no way.

There was no way.

Angelo tugged at Nick's pants, pulling them down to Nick's knees. There was a moment of silence and stillness. Angelo was...looking. At Nick. And not just at the lump in his shorts, either. Angelo's brown eyes were travelling over Nick's body, and the heat of Angelo's gaze was making Nick's nerve endings simmer with anticipation completely against his will. This was not supposed to be happening; never mind that he wasn't doing anything to stop it.

With his weight on his knees and left hand, Angelo put his right hand flat on Nick's stomach, a warm, real weight. He leaned up and kissed Nick's mouth. "It's my first time, so - - not that I don't know what I'm doing," he explained, out of pride, not wanting to sound ignorant. "But if I fumble it some, you know."

Nick kissed Angelo, wanting to, needing to. So close, right here, in his room, in his bed.

"Okay," Angelo said, and crawled back down again. Then Angelo's hand was on Nick's erection and Nick groaned, closing his eyes, digging his heels into the mattress. The pressure, being touched, wasn't as exciting as knowing that it was Angelo, Angelo's hand on him.

His shorts were being peeled down; and being free, being out of confinement and that much closer to Angelo, made his cock jump with excitement. Nick stared at the ceiling, trying to get himself under control, trying not to - - oh - - and Angelo's hand was wrapped around his dick, he could feel it, he knew it, Angelo's hand, Angelo's fist. Angelo's mouth, Angelo's tongue. On him, on his cock, licking him, learning him.

Nick put his hands behind his back, locking his fingers, clenching his hands so tightly that they hurt. But he had to, because if he didn't, he'd touch Angelo.

In the movement of putting his hands behind his back, he'd had to arch his spine, and he'd raised his hips a little, and that motion had made Angelo's tongue slide in a long wet stroke down the shaft. Now Angelo was doing it voluntarily, up the shaft. Every time Angelo's tongue flicked at that sweet spot right beneath his cockhead, Nick made an involuntary choked groaning noise. He twisted his fingers together tightly and pulled, trying to distract himself with frustrated pain. It was no use. The head of his cock was between Angelo's lips, in Angelo's mouth, and Angelo was sucking on it, tongue still stroking it, and he was making these "uh uh uh" noises, and he kept moving even though he knew that he shouldn't be. He shouldn't be doing this, he shouldn't be here, he should have said no, he couldn't believe that this was happening, it was so good, it was so perfect, it was his dream come true, his dream real and live and happening right then, right there. He wanted to shout with joy, he wanted to thank God, he wanted to oh, ah, oh...

He'd wanted Angelo, he'd loved Angelo, he'd fantasized, he'd dreamt, and he'd known for sure, without a doubt, that it could never be.

And now he was coming in Angelo's mouth.

It was enough to make a grown man cry.

It was over. The best and worst part, anyway. Nick unlocked his hands and pulled them out from under himself, flexing his fingers. He wiped away the few tears that had fallen. He looked at the ceiling some more.

Angelo coughed once and came up the bed, half-lying and half-sitting beside Nick. "I didn't know. I never really knew why girls did that. I thought they must like dick a lot, because they can't get off on it any other way. And I can see why they would like dick, because that was a whole lot better than I'd thought. But it's not just about that, it's also, doing that to you, you liked it so much I liked it. Every time you groaned or gasped, I wanted to make you do it again. And the way you moved, it was so sexy. You bucked your hips and I knew, oh, he likes that, so I did it again, just to make you hotter. The whole time, you were so...sexy. I almost came just doing that."

Angelo had almost come. Angelo hadn't come. Angelo had been hard. Angelo still was hard. No, he couldn't, he shouldn't, for Angelo's sake, for Angelo's family, for his family. He couldn't.

"Do you want to touch it?" Angelo asked. He wasn't being coy, he wasn't flirting; he was truly asking. Offering.

No, no, he couldn't, but he wanted to, he wanted to, it was Angelo and Angelo was here and Angelo was asking. He said it, and it came out strained, and that only gave away how badly he wanted it. "Yes." He didn't wait; as soon as he said it he reached right over, turning slightly onto his side, his hand right between Angelo's thighs, right where Angelo was hot and hard and swollen. He felt it in his hand, exploring it with his fingers, cupping it in his palm and squeezing just hard enough to make Angelo say his name.

His name.

His name, from Angelo's mouth, while he was touching Angelo's erection.

It was happening. It was real. Finally, for once, it was real.

Angelo put his hand over Nick's, keeping Nick's hand there but keeping it still. Applying pressure. Nick's fingers tightened and Angelo's hips bucked.

Their eyes met. Angelo's voice was tight. "Get me out and jack me off." Sexual pleasure spasmed from his dick and up into his face, parting his lips, as Nick's grip shifted for a better hold. "I've had fantasies about you touching my naked prick. When I jerk off, I close my eyes and I pretend you're beside me, doing it." His voice was deepening, growing softer, rougher, and it seemed to rub right up against Nick's libido.

Angelo fantasized about him. That sudden revelation didn't frighten Nick, didn't make him nervous, didn't make him quick and overeager. It made him confident.

He shook Angelo's hand off, letting go of Angelo's groin, and pulled Angelo closer so that Angelo would lie down fully. Now that he was up, he took a moment to kick off his briefs and jeans. He pulled up Angelo's T-shirt, working Angelo out of it. Once the shirt was gone, he ran his hands down Angelo's naked chest to the waist of Angelo's jeans. With sure fingers, he unbuttoned the jeans and drew down the zipper. Angelo was twitching, panting, excited. Nick reached in for the waistband of Angelo's boxers and pulled everything down at once, completely, leaving Angelo naked for his attention.

He'd had so many fantasies about Angelo, he'd more than covered this scenario. He was prepared. Nick took Angelo's erection in his hand, leaned in, and licked the pre-cum from the head.

Angelo cried out, giving a sharp thrust. Nick, in control of the situation, opened his mouth and accepted the thrust as it drove Angelo's cock past his lips and over his tongue.

No doubt that first thrust had been intended as a one-time event, a simple physical response to the action of Nick's tongue. But once Angelo found himself in Nick's mouth, it was a whole new world. He was thrusting, groaning, streaking Nick's tongue and the palate with the bitter salt of his pre-cum.

Nick closed his eyes, closed his lips around Angelo's hard erection, and sucked.

Angelo sat straight up, put his hands on the back of Nick's head, and came, howling.

Nick hadn't thought that there was anything inherently wrong with him for wanting to be with men, but he'd always known that his family would. His father would have bathed him in Windex, trying to cure him of this sickness.

He wasn't sick.

His father would have to learn that there were some things Windex couldn't fix.

Nick and Angelo stayed in bed, making out, until they heard Nick's parents come home. They were going to have to talk, later, about what was happening between them. But right then, alone with Angelo, exploring Angelo's body, Angelo's sexual responses, Nick had all that he wanted. Angelo was with him, and he could try out his fantasies in real life. Loving Angelo, being with Angelo, had been his real fantasy all along. And it was starting to seem that he'd been Angelo's fantasy all along, too.

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