Baby Makes Three

Author: Lolly4Holly

Rated: (M – T) NC-17

Pairings: Nick/OFC - (Tanya) & Nick/Greg pre-slash

Summary: Nick's married to Tanya, but he's not exactly the loyal kind and the marriage was never based on love. Everyone at the lab thought his marriage was perfect, but they didn't know that Nick's mistress just so happens to be working at the crime lab. Everything's going fine and they're both sure that nothing can go wrong and no one would ever find out, until... his mistress announces he's pregnant!

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or any of its characters.

Warnings: Adult content, M/M slash relationship. M-Preg, my first fic. Based around season 1 or 2, they're still quite young

Author Note: As always I would really appreciate your reviews. This is my first M-preg story so if it's any good I'll be writing some more. I recon it's going to last about 10 to 12 chapters, maybe more so I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter One: Pregnant?

Greg felt privileged to be wanted by Nick Stokes. He was after all, untouchable. Or so the ladies at the water cooler were always gossiping. The Texan's so called rule was to wine and dine a woman, sleep with her then never speak to her again. But now that he was married, he was completely untouchable.

Nicholas Parker Stokes married at the young age of twenty eight to his girlfriend Tanya; a complete opposite of his personality, and Greg never knew what he saw in her anyway as she wasn't one of the best looking gals the Texan had ever had the privilege of sleeping with. But as soon as he was with Tanya, he immediately took himself off the market to all those single ladies desperately wanting to know if he really had that southern charm in the bedroom.

Greg however, knew just how special Nick was in that department. The Texan seemed oblivious to it though. He seduced and charmed the young lab technician right into his own bed. Then without giving the consequences a second thought, he re-popped the younger mans cherry, leaving him tingling with ecstasy while he rushed off for the usual school run with Tanya's kids Lucy and Charlie from her first marriage that ended just months before Tanya laid her eyes on the hot Texan.

Nick had never really fallen in love with anyone, and Tanya was no exception. They married shortly after Tanya announced she was pregnant with Nick's baby. Nick being a traditionalist and desperately wanting children of his own someday decided the best thing to do was to put a ring on her finger. Everything seemed fine until she lost the baby then he realised he was stuck, but then there was Greg.

At first he was just an amusement. A fun loveable guy who always made him laugh no matter what he did, but then he started to find him attractive, and not in a way he'd ever discuss in mixed company.

Greg was completely surprised the very first time that Nick kissed him. Nothing the Texan had ever done would ever make him think that he was into men, or him for that matter. But Nick didn't stop at a kiss. Soon Greg began to crave that Nick would touch him more, and his wish came true.

After the first time it sort of became a regular thing.

Nick was his best friend by night, only touching him on the chest, shoulder or back in the politically correct places amongst best friends, but his eyes made the young lab tech melt, making him feel so special to be worthy of his gaze. Then by day Nick was the step father of two and the doting husband with a deadly secret that would tear down the walls of his life if anyone ever found out what he had been doing with the goofy young lab tech whenever he could grab a moment to himself.

Of course his best friend Warrick Brown knew though. He soon caught onto how Nick was watching Greg constantly, so he decided to ask him straight up if he was sleeping with him. The Texan saw no reason to lie as he could always trust Warrick, so he told him the truth and Warrick guarded his secret with his life.

Five long months later, Greg had grown accustomed to the Texan's needs. He now knew with one look whether Nick would be knocking on his door later that night or dragging him off to the men's room so he could use him as he pleased, which Greg was completely fine with.

That is until something very bad happened that would inevitably seal their fate . . .

Greg had no work to do, and only one hour left on the clock. He glanced across the hall, spotting Nick and Warrick sat at the break room table laughing together at whatever they were talking about. As soon as Nick caught Greg's gaze, he immediately shifted his eyes to somewhere else in the room, which really annoyed him. He had only once let any guy go as far as Nick had with him, and he couldn't even bare to look at him when other people were around as if he was afraid they would find out.

Greg knew that he liked him; he could tell by the way he craved him, touched him or even kissed him. Not even Nick could fake intoxicating intimacy like that. And last month Tanya was out of town with their two children visiting her cousin, giving Nick the opportunity to spend the whole weekend with Greg in which they never left the bedroom.

So he could at least look at him, he deserved that much. Right?

Greg suddenly felt sick. Sick to his stomach. He dropped everything he was doing then rushed off down the halls towards the men's room as he felt a churning sensation inside of him that he had never experienced before.

Dashing into one of the vacant stalls, Greg forced the toilet seat up with his foot then dropped to his knees as he threw up everything he had eaten since he woke up, tainting the once crystal clear toilet bowl in his vial greenish, slightly red vomit.

Clutching his stomach, he started chocking as the last meal burned its way up his throat.

"Greg. Greg, are you alright?" His supervisor Gil Grissom asked from behind him as he had left the toilet stall door open in his rush to reach the toilet bowl in time. "Greg, are you okay?" His voice was filled with concern as Greg had never been sick before.

"Y-yeah." He choked out, reaching for some toilet paper to wipe his sticky chin. "I'm okay."

Grissom watched the young lab techs shivering form for a moment, not sure if it was because he was scared or because he had a fever or something. "I'll go get you something to drink." He suggested, not waiting around to listen to Greg's answer. He head straight for the break room, searching the fridge for some soda. "Who's is this?" Grissom called out to his team in there, holding up a can of 7UP.

"Mine, you want it?" Sara queried from the sofa across the room.

"Nope, it's for Greg. You mind?" Sara shook her head then watched Grissom rushing off to the men's room curiously. She looked over at Nick and Warrick's expressions then returned to reading her magazine in her hands.

"Here you are." Grissom cracked open the can with a hiss, handing it over Greg's head so he could reach it. The young man reached his shaky hand up for it, whispering a slight 'thank you' before he took a sip to clear the acid from his throat. "Are you sick Greg?"

"No, no... I'm alright." Greg flushed the toilet then climbed to his feet, heading over to the sink to clean himself up. "Must have been something I ate." He gave his supervisor a soft smile as he dabbed his chin, brushing back the bleached spikes of his hair that were stuck to the side of his head to check there wasn't any more.

"What have you eaten today?" The curious CSI queried as he watched Greg cleaning his hands before he splashed his face with some cold water.

"Um... I had toast for breakfast, nothing on it because I forgot to shop. Grilled cheese sandwich for lunch, I had a few jelly babies, pot noodle," Greg pursed his lips together as he tried to think of anything else he had eaten. "That's it I think."

"Well none of them would make you sick, unless you got a bad batch of pot noodle. What have you had to drink?"

"I had juice this morning," Greg reached for a paper towel to dry himself off. "And a coffee."

Grissom looked at him curiously. "I think maybe you should go to the doctor Greg." Greg shook his head in protest as he hated doctors and hospitals. "You're not staying here if you're sick Greg." Grissom sternly warned him. "I can't have you contaminating evidence or getting anyone else sick, so go home. Don't come in tomorrow if you still feel bad, and promise me if this continues you'll go to the doctor."

"Okay," Greg nodded to him, sighing in defeat. "I promise."

"Good, now go home." Grissom gave him a stern look before he head off out the men's room, heading back to his office to get on with some work.

Greg grabbed the can of 7UP he had set down on the counter beside the sink, taking another swig before he looked up at his reflection in the mirror. He placed one hand on his stomach, widening his eyes a sudden scary thought occurred to him.

Pulling his t-shirt up slightly, he turned to look at himself sideways to look at his stomach curiously. He quickly dropped his t-shirt back into place as the men's room door creaked open, revealing Nick Stokes.

Greg grabbed the can of 7UP, quickly slipping off out the door as Warrick followed Nick into the men's room, talking to him about some kind of sports game that was on the TV, so Nick was bound to ignore him again.

Greg slipped out avoiding the both of them, quickly heading off down the hall to his locker so he could grab his things and go home. On the way he stopped by the grocery store, quickly rushing towards the women's health section, finding lubricant, flavoured condoms... and pregnancy tests.

He looked around at the hundreds of different choices, dropping his jaw as he didn't know which one he was going to use. He couldn't ask someone as they would think he was completely crazy. Men couldn't get pregnant, but Greg was a rare creature.

His fingers grazed the small boxes in front of him. He felt ill just touching them. A loud growl from his stomach disturbed his thoughts, once again reminding him that he had nothing left inside of him as he had heaved it all up back at the lab and he could still taste the bile in his throat.

"Ahem." A woman suddenly cleared her throat.

Greg turned to look at her, quickly and politely stepping aside as she was desperate to get the shelves in front of him. He watched her picking up a pregnancy test box, tossing it into her basket before she rushed away.

He waited until she was far enough away from him then reached for the same box, deciding to go with that one. Other people may have thought he was mad or paranoid for thinking he might be pregnant and he was in fact experiencing morning sickness, but it wasn't the first time it had happened to him.

Greg rushed straight home, no hesitation to take the test as he desperately had to find out if it was really happening all over again.

Greg set the stick down on his coffee table, setting the microwave on a timer for three minutes. He perched himself on the sofa, anxiously staring at the stick in front of him, just like he done four years ago the first time this had happened to him.

Tentatively, Greg touched his stomach, making a mental note to clean the table where the urinated stick was sitting. He knew people on TV soaps held their urinated sticks and handed them around to their friends without a care in the world, but being a DNA expert he knew just how many germs were in it.

He started to anxiously chew his fingernails while he waited for the ping of the microwave to go off in the other room. He started to think about what it would be like to be a parent to a child of Nick's. He was twenty six years old, but still he felt too young to become a parent. Nick would never leave his wife and step children for him. He would probably think Greg was a freak and a total abomination too. Greg could always tell that Nick hated himself for wanting men; he wasn't going to submit to a child that came from a man's body.

Two more painful anxious minutes later, there was a knock at his front door. He didn't really want to get up to answer it, so he decided to shout, "Who is it?"

"Nick! Lemme in G!" The familiar Texan's voice shouted through the door.

In a panic, Greg tossed the pregnancy stick under the sofa so Nick wouldn't find it. He quickly hid the box then climbed to his feet, quickly making his way off towards the front door. He brushed his hair down flat in the mirror then pulled it open, immediately being pushed back as the hungry Texan lunged towards him like a hungry tiger, covering his mouth with his own as he slid his ravenous tongue inside the younger mans mouth.

Greg couldn't shout in protest or do anything to stop him, nor did he much want to, so he just let it happen. Nick kicked the door shut behind him then lifted Greg's left leg against him, pulling their bodies closer together. Greg desperately pulled back for air, thinking about putting a stop to this and sending Nick home, but how could he turn down the Texan God who lit his fire with one kiss?

Nick suddenly stopped as he heard beeping coming from the kitchen. He looked towards Greg confused who turned paler then a white sheet as he realised it was time to find out if he really was pregnant.

"What's that?" Nick queried, holding Greg's chin in his hand as he looked him in the eye.

"Um . . . it's the eh . . . the eh . . . pot noodle I put in there." Greg dumbly explained as he knew the Texan wouldn't ask to see it because he hated them.

Nick seemed to accept his answer then continued to drag him off towards his bedroom, stripping him of his clothing before he threw him back onto the mountain of bed covers while he stripped himself down to boxers. Greg held his churning stomach as he felt it growl again, waiting for Nick to disrobe the rest of his clothing as he really didn't feel too well. He was suddenly glad that he had brushed his teeth several times once he got home though so that Nick wouldn't be able to taste the vomit on his breath.

Nick straddled the younger mans thighs as he started to kiss him, working his mouth down his slender figure. He was too busy to even notice how distant Greg was as he was anxious to know whether the test was negative or positive. He was hoping it was negative, but he wouldn't be able to find out until the Texan had finished having his way with him, so he lay back and relaxed while Nick stripped his boxers from him, coating his chest in hungry kisses before Greg felt gentle kisses down his most sensitive inches.

All thoughts of pregnancy were suddenly ridden from his mind as Nick licked, nipped and sucked in all the right places, making his entire body shudder with pure ecstasy.

Nick always did have the delicate touch. It was as though he was born to suck cock; his tongue was so skilled and professional that Greg believed he should get an award for it. But instead he was wasting his time in a loveless marriage, raising the brats he never wanted and never spent any time with.

"Greg, I gotta go." Nick suddenly announced, scrambling off the bed. Greg rolled over onto his back, realising he was completely naked and his backside was throbbing. He watched Nick snapping his boxers in place, giving him a curious look. "What?"

"Did you..." Greg looked round at the clock realising a whole hour had passed by without him even being aware of it. "Did I fall asleep?"

"Yes Greggo, you always do." He smirked, leaning across the bed to kiss him. "I'll see you later."

Greg nodded, pulling the bed sheets up to his chest as he watched the older man making his way out of his apartment. He waited until he heard the front door click shut then scrambled off the bed, rushing off into the front room. He dove onto his stomach on the floor, reaching under the sofa for the little white stick.

Flicking a furry mint and a broken match stick off it, Greg looked at the stick wide eyed. "Oh fuck!" He shouted as he saw the plus sign in the little screen and the stick was completely blue. "Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He cursed again, rechecking it against the box to make sure it was really positive. "Oh FUCK!" He groaned, throwing his head back in annoyance.

Again the question rang through his head, how do you tell a man with a wife and two kids that you're carrying his baby?

Very first chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. Please let me know if you like it or not and whether I should continue :D

~ Holly