A/N: I don't own the CSI characters, I just write about them! This story takes place towards the end of Season 8 and fits into the universe I'm building in Follow the Evidence.
Dedicated to Yoshi, this is for you. For all you do, for your kindness and your beautiful caps. And for Ceiling Greg. Thank you.
Vantage Point
Nick had come home to an empty house after a particularly trying day. His current case had gone frustratingly cold and was now at a dead end. A seasoned CSI he knew not all cases could be solved, so he'd had to walk away. All he wanted now was some time to relax, and a way to release the tension pent up inside. Of course, lately he found it hard to unwind at home with all the renovations going on. He and Greg had just bought their first home together, a fixer-upper, which meant the house was full of tools and covered in dust. It would be worth it in the end though, with the gloomy attic turned into a bright and roomy rec room complete with foozeball and ping pong tables. That was a long way off however; right now the ceiling was full of holes while electricians worked on rewiring for the lighting and surround sound system.
Nick sighed, briefly wishing the building works were over before deciding not to think about it anymore. Shaking his head he realised he was still standing in the hall, too tired to decide between a nap and a shower. Walking into the living room, he noticed Greg's mp3 player in the stereo dock so he switched it on and turned up the volume. Greg had phoned him earlier to tell him he was heading for the supermarket and could he think of anything else to add to the shopping list, so Nick knew he had the place to himself for the time being.
Flopping onto the couch he couldn't suppress a grin. The music began a sexy, carnal beat, and he recognised it from the playlist that Greg had labelled 'sexituns'. 'Sex On' Nick thought the song was called. He stretched lazily, remembering the last time they had listened to the playlist, which had led to a marathon of sex one weekend when they had both had a rare two days off.
The memories were better than a porn flick and Nick's cock began to twitch, the erotic beat of the song reminding him of that thing Greg did with his tongue that drove him wild every time. Nick's hand strayed towards his groin; he might as well give in to the beat of the music, the lust in the singer's voice and the erotic memories of his lover, a siren in his own right. He caressed himself though his jeans, taking his time, planning to enjoy a long slow build up. When the first song finished and the next track played, he undid his zipper, slipping his hardening cock out of his boxers.
Gripping his cock with a fist, he began a slow stroke, unconsciously matching the beat of the music. When the song picked up a faster rhythm he changed his pace, curling his thumb over and around the head of his cock as he swept his fist up and down. With a low moan he rested his head back on the couch, intending to get comfortable. His hand jerked, tightening around his cock when he looked up and saw Greg looking down at him through one of the many holes in the ceiling, mouth half open as if he'd been about to speak. Nick nearly came into his own hand when he met Greg's deep brown eyes wide open and flooded with lust. He hadn't gone to the shop after all, and was now crouched on the floor in the attic, staring down at the unbelievably hot sight of his lover pleasing himself to the beat of their playlist.
Nick paused, staring up at Greg, prolonging the moment. Keeping eye contact with his lover he brought his thumb up to his mouth, sucking on it then giving it a long sensual lick before returning his hand to his cock, sweeping his wet thumb over the head before gripping it again with a tighter fist. With the other hand he reached up to undo the top button of his shirt. Suddenly Nick was glad he was wearing Greg's favourite shirt, the dark green one that looked hot with his stone washed jeans. Slowly trailing a finger along the buttons he undid the next one, then licked his finger and flicked his own nipple under the fabric. He could almost hear Greg moan as he watched, so he continued to undo the buttons until his shirt was open, his bare chest heaving with his quickened breathing.
From his vantage point he could see Greg's hand twitch towards his belt, but Nick stopped him with a shake of his head and a wicked gleam in his eye. He imagined he could hear Greg whimper which sent a thrill through his body, settling into his groin. As Greg licked his lips Nick imagined that warm, wet mouth surrounding him. Licking his thumb again he caressed the tip of his cock, squeezing the little hole there where droplets of moisture were already beginning to bead.
The song changed again to a hot, steamy beat that both men found particularly sensual. Nick couldn't help but think back to their weekend of sex and the sight and sensation of his lover, naked and sitting on top of him, lowering himself onto Nick's cock with agonising slowness as the song swept them away with its heat. As he looked deep into Greg's eyes from his place on the couch, he knew Greg was remembering the moment too. The younger man was biting his lower lip, nearly writhing with desire as he watched his lover.
Sinking lower into the couch Nick spread his legs wider, getting comfortable as he used one hand to stoke himself, the other lightly caressing his balls, tugging and rolling them between his fingers. The combination of the hot music, erotic memories and Greg's voyeurism caused his blood to rush to his groin so that he was harder than he'd ever been. He couldn't stop the rising tide even if he'd wanted to. Pumping faster with his fist, squeezing on the upstroke, loosening on the down, Nick started thrusting his hips, increasing the friction. It was delicious. It was electric. It was fucking amazing.
Nick's breathing quickened until he was panting, pleasure washing over him in waves as his orgasm built. He could see Greg take in a shuddering breath, still squirming as he was obviously aroused by the show he was witnessing. Nick wanted to hold on, wanted to continue the build up, but when Greg slowly licked his lips with that warm pink tongue of his, Nick lost all control and gave in to the climax.
Greg's eyes widened further as Nick came hard, spurts of cum landing on his abs and chest, those hot, tight abs…that smooth, toned chest. His head was thrown back, eyes closed now, mouth open as he rode the waves of pleasure, muscles contracting sharply as his body clenched and unclenched through his orgasm, each spasm slightly less powerful than the last.
With a long low moan Nick sank back into the cushions, lazily opening his eyes to smile at his lover still watching from his vantage point above him. Stirring long enough to shrug out of his shirt, he mopped up the cum on his stomach with it, then grinned up at Greg. Tossing the shirt aside, he winked lazily, then deliberately crooked his finger in a come hither motion.
Greg privately thought the man had never looked as sexy as he did then. As quickly as he could with a raging hard on, he stood and bolted for the stairs.