ღ I'd Come For You ღ

By Lolly4Holly (Nick/Greg preslash)

Rating: 18+ (T-M)

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

Summary: Nick is madly in love with Greg, to a point where it's beginning to drive him crazy. This story is completely written from Nick's point of view. The italicwriting is all his thoughts. I won't be writing this until I've written some more of my 'Without You' story. I just wanted to give you a teaser as I thought of this as my friend told me about the guy she's madly in love with, but she won't tell him for fear of him rejecting her. I was listening to Nickleback, I'd Come for you at the time and Volia.

Nick/Greg slash story.

Prologue

Things used to be so simple to Nick. He'd go out every once in a while, find a nice girl to dance with, take her back to her place, bang her then head back to the comfort of his own home, never having to see her again. So simple.

But now...

Nothing made sense. How could this be? Of all people in the world, why was he dreaming about this one? Night after night, constantly unable to get them out of his mind. It became so difficult that he had to try to avoid at them at work, as he would catch himself constantly staring at them. Then in an attempt to act like he wasn't doing anything, he'd make himself look like a fool as he made his quick getaway.

I mean Greg Sanders? C'mon Nick! He constantly thought to himself. He's not a woman for starters and there's no way he would ever be interested in me . . . not that that's the point. I mean why? Why Greg Sanders? The thoughts began to make him go in circles trying to think of a reasonable explanation, but he couldn't think of one. He had never felt this way about anyone before in his entire life . . . let alone another guy.

He wasn't gay.

He convinced himself of that enough . . . or at least he tried. He found it easier to lie to himself then admit to what he truly was feeling. He especially dare not tell anyone. They'd be disgusted knowing they had a fag or a queer in their midst, for lack of better term. But he just couldn't get Greg out of his mind.

Even the simplest task of asking Greg for results on one of his cases had him watching Greg's every move intensely. He felt tingles up his spine at the sound of Greg's voice. He got chills watching Greg's fingers running through his many different hair styles. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as Greg licked his finger to turn a page, but the thing that made red hot tingles shoot down his spine, was when that gorgeously cute face of Greg's broke into a happy loveable smile. He could feel his heart melting away every time Greg's beautiful face broke into a thousand watt smile. He could light up the gates of heaven with that smile.

It was pure torture...

To be that close to him and not able to touch him. Smelling his subtle cologne or his minty fresh breath, had his skin humming with excitement. What got him worked up the most was when Greg would carelessly brush his body against Nick's as he stepped past him. He dare not move out the way as he feared he might just grab his long time buddy and take him right there, like he had done so many times in his dreams. He often referred to them as nightmares, but really they were dreams of what he really wanted.

And deep down...

He wanted Greg Sanders.

Standing in front of a full length mirror, Nick looked deep into the reflection of his own dark lustful eyes, full of desire for his best friend. He wondered why after all these years he wanted Greg Sanders. He always thought they'd be more like brothers, rather than lovers, but there was something so different, so special about him.

"What am I goin' to do?" He asked his reflection, but he didn't have the answer. He wanted Greg, but he didn't know what to do, or how he was going to handle a relationship with a man. He certainly didn't know what he was going to do if Greg rejected him.

His fear of rejection, kept him well away from Greg. He only let him in to a certain point, trying to keep a reasonable distance between them so he wouldn't ever make the mistake of getting too close.

Nick readjusted his shirt collar, trying to think about anything else, but Greg. But it was proving to be most difficult.

The team had arranged to meet up at a bar after shift, to blow off some steam after a hard case, but Nick was still struggling with his outfit. He had already had to jerk off twice, recalling Greg pulling his t-shirt off at work as it was covered in oil.

Greg slid under the car they were processing and got oil dripped onto his shirt. He swabbed a sample then pulled his t-shirt off in plain sight of Nick. He watched from a distance as the slick black oil slid across the surface of Greg's silky smooth chest. Nick had to control himself, desperately trying not to touch him as Greg wiped down his chest with a cloth, pulling on a spare t-shirt.

Nick had been holding onto the pleasure of the moment until he got home. His fantasy about Greg made his toes curl, his fingers dug deep into the mattress beneath him and a warm ecstasy feeling swamped his body like it never had before.

"Get a hold of yourself!" He snapped himself out of his thoughts, once again staring deep into the eyes of his reflection. "Great, now I'm talkin' to myself." He scolded himself, dropping heavily onto the edge of his bed. He threw his head back against the mattress, closing his eyes as he tried to clear his mind of all thoughts concerning Greg. But as he closed his eyes, he imagined Greg's naked body lying right beside him. Running his moist tongue down the younger mans curved abs, he could feel his body stiffening, becoming painfully tight...

Nick quickly opened his eyes, instantly getting rid of the image in his mind before his tongue or eyes devoured any more of Greg's body.

Nick looked down at his own body, seeing it was too late anyway as his body was fully aroused to the image of Greg, becoming painfully tight once again. He thought about reaching for his cell phone to tell them that he couldn't make it, making up an excuse that he was sick or something, but it was their first real get together in a long time. They all could use a friendly get together right about now, especially after the year they've had, or to be more accurate past couple of years with Nick being kidnapped and buried alive then Greg's attack, Brass's near death experience then Sara's safari out in the desert and finally Warrick's death.

It was just all too much to handle, now his giant crush on Greg that he's only managed to hide for the last...

6 years, that's about 72 months, around 2190 days... God I'm so pathetic.

Sighing heavily, Nick attempted to sit up straight, feeling very uncomfortable in his tight jeans. He's always been fond of Greg, he was the crazy lab tech with the strange hair, blaring music in his lab and the funny jokes and dances he used to do. Then after the lab explosion Nick's obsession for him turned to infatuation. Then Greg joined the field so he was constantly around him, distracting him while he worked.

It wasn't until Nick almost killed himself in the coffin that he started dreaming about him on a daily basis. He almost let it slip at the crime scene where Greg was beaten to a bloody pulp, right in front of Warrick as well, but he just about managed to hold it together. Nick sometimes found himself hating himself for falling for a man. He thought that he was forced to deny himself the simple pleasures in life on the count of fact that Greg happened to be a guy.

Nick glanced down at himself seeing these thoughts of Greg weren't helping with his forever rising situation.

He looked round at the calendar trying to distract himself, realising it was still on May. May was always a dreaded time of year for the CSI's because everything bad seemed to happen to them around this time.

May 15th 2003, Greg was involved in the lab explosion. May 19th 2005, Nick was kidnapped and put in a box underground. Then May 2nd 2008, Warrick his best friend had died, exactly 6 months ago to be exact.

Nick prayed nothing bad would happen next year as he flipped the calendar forwards to November, the actual month that he should have changed it to months ago. As Nick stared at the calendar he remembered Greg's birthday was in May and he didn't remember celebrating it this year.

Nick suddenly felt terrible that he had missed his best friend's birthday. Greg would have been thirty three years old and he had missed it.

Nick dropped back onto the bed, wondering how he could have missed it. "May 7th." He spoke to himself, looking over the calendar once again. "That's why." He mumbled, rolling his eyes at himself as it was just a few days after Warrick's death and Nick was a little out of it for weeks after his best friend's death. He remembered he had stopped shaving, washing his clothes, and even started coming into work completely drunk.

Nick rubbed his hands across his face then suddenly jumped as the sound of the ringing doorbell startled him. Nick looked at the clock realising his incoherent thoughts had kept him busy for about half an hour.

Nick climbed to his feet, hustling off towards the front door to see who it was.

Damn it.

Nick peered through the spy hole seeing Greg stood outside his door.

What the hell does he want?

Nick checked himself in mirror like a nervous teenager before their prom date arrived, then pulled the door open seeing Greg's face break into a gorgeous smile, making his heart skip a beat.

Oh No. Not again. Nick whimpered feeling his body hardening beneath him for a fourth time that night.

Luckily he was half standing behind the door, so the wooden door was covering the signs of his own wood.

"Um... I-I'll be right w-with you." Nick nervously stammered, leaving the door half open as he quickly made his way back towards the bedroom.

Damn it, damn it. Nick scowled himself, pacing up and down the length of his bedroom. What am I going to do with you? He asked himself. "Okay, I just need to relax." Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, he inhaled slow deep breaths, but it wasn't helping. If anything it was making him more nervous and starting to make him hyperventilate.

"Nick?" Greg called out from the living room; he never did have any patients which is understandable since he is so hyper active.

"Be right there!" Nick nervously shouted back.

Okay this isn't working. Plan B, Grissom kissing Sara, Ew. He closed his eyes as he thought about it, but it wasn't enough to bring him down. Grissom kissing Brass. Nick opened one eye to check, but he was still as hard as a rock. Damn it, okay this'll really get you down. Grissom kissing me. Nick held his mouth as he gagged, almost throwing up. He opened his eyes relieved that he was finally down, deciding to pop some Valium into his mouth before he left. Thank God. He sighed heavily then grabbed his jacket running out to meet Greg.

"Ready?" He asked pulling his jacket on. Of course he's ready moron. He's here to get me. Nick scowled himself.

Greg nodded to him, marching off out the door first then watched as Nick locked his front door in place. Nick could feel Greg's eyes watching him, but tried not to think about it too much as he didn't really want to think about what made him go down again.

I'm going to hell. He thought to himself, following Greg to his car.

Greg had agreed to be the designated driver for the night so he was picking everyone up on his route. Nick just happened to live the closest luckily, so Nick had him all to himself for the first quarter of the drive. That and he got to see Greg last as he dropped them off again.

Not that I was thinkin' too much into that. He quickly clarified in case God really can hear inside your head.

"No hick stuff." Greg warned as Nick reached for the radio. Greg chuckled seeing Nick quickly retreating his hand, as that's exactly what he planned on listening to. Greg tuned it into his own station to some techno mix song that Nick actually started to enjoy as they drove off towards the others houses then head off to the bar.

Two hours in Nick had finally stopped thinking about Greg. All though he was completely wasted so that probably helped matters, certainly helped below the belt matters. He grinned to himself while he was watching Greg lick his lips after each swig of his beer.

"What do you think Nick?" Grissom suddenly asked, wanting his opinion on the subject they were talking about, but he wasn't listening. Nick looked round at them all puzzled, trying to recall one moment of the conversation. He had no idea what they were talking about, as he watching Greg's tongue darting in and out of his mouth imagining it inside his own mouth the whole time. "Nick?" Grissom asked again.

"Sorry I spaced out." Nick nervously chuckled. "What did you say?" He looked round at the table of blank stares.

"How many have you had?" Brass asked, seeing a lot of empty bottles sat in front of Nick.

Nick looked at the bottles around him, giving Brass a shrug. Then he saw that exact same look on all of their faces that he saw after Warrick's death. They were giving him the sympathy look.

How dare they do this to me again! I wasn't even thinkin' about Warrick, but now they've gone and done it!

"I'm fine, I'm just enjoyin' myself." He told them, but he could all ready tell by their judgemental looks what they were thinking. Nick struggled out of the booth, quickly escaping from the table of sympathy glares, heading straight off towards the bar for another drink. He ordered another beer for himself, hastily downing it right in front of the bar tender then asked for another.

"Hey Nick, maybe you should slow down." Sara's voice echoed against his neck as she placed her hand on his shoulder, gently giving it a squeeze. Nick shrugged her off, leaning back against the bar. "C'mon Nick, don't be like this . . . we're just worried about you..."

"Well don't be! I. Am. Fine." He spelled out to her. "I haven't thought about Warrick in over..." He glanced at the clock trying to confirm his statement. "Three hours, I don't need your friggin' sympathy Sara, none of you." He snapped. "I don't need a friggin' shrink, therapist . . . none of that shit, so would you all just shut up and let me get on with my life?"

Sara backed off with her arms raised as if to say she surrendered. Nick watched her returning back to the table they were all sat at, leaving the hot head to drown himself in the beer around him.

Original Post 6th February 2010 – Rewrite updated 10th July 2010

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~ Holly