Nick sat in the passenger's seat of Greg's car, trying not to fidget. He looked away from the window that he had been looking out of for the last ten minutes and glances over at Greg. Greg was drumming his thumbs on the steering wheel to the Marilyn Manson that was blaring from the speakers. Nick looked back at the window before he could look anywhere else and embarrass himself.

He never would have thought that he would be riding with some guy who's name he did know back to his home. A very hot guy, dressed like that. Nick bit the inside of his cheek to stop his thoughts. He focused on the sharp pain. It was wrong to think of another guy in that way, he knew. He was past that phase of his life. He wasn't going to let old feelings be brought up just because of this case.

"So, how long until we get to your place?" Nick asked, looking towards the front.

Greg looked at him briefly, eyebrow raised. He turned back to the road. "Getting impatient, are we?"

Nick stared.

Greg rolled his eyes. "It's only a couple minutes more. Keep your panties on." He turned down a couple more streets before he was at his home. He parked his car in the driveway. "Home sweet home!"

Nick got out and followed Greg up to the door and waited for him to open it. Greg led him inside. Nick was surprised at how neat his home was. Everything was in it's place and spotless. When he was around the young man's age, he couldn't afford his own home, nor did he feel the need to keep anything clean. It something he had only just recently grown out of.

"Um, nice place you got here." Mindless chit chat. Check.

Greg threw his keys on the coffee table. "Yeah, I guess. Why don't you take a seat? I'll be right back." Greg disappeared into a room that must have been his bedroom.

Nick didn't want to look in there. He kept his eyes forward and went into the living room and sat down on the leather couch.

It was a few minutes before Greg returned. He threw something down into Nick's lap. Nick looked down and picked it up. It was a very expensive suit. "What's this?" He asked.

"I should think it would be obvious," Greg snarked. "Duh, it's your 'disguise.' I can't have you walking have you walking up in there in anything that the department is going to give you. They'll smell you from a mile away. From here on, you wear only what I tell you to, got it?"

Nick nodded, dumbly. "Where'd you get it?"

Greg shrugged. "One of my Johns left it. He had plenty, so he didn't even know that it was gone."

Nick raised an eyebrow. Johns? "What are you, some kind of prostitute?"

Greg's face darkened. "No, and I'd appreciate it if you kept stupid fucking comments like that, to yourself."

Nick couldn't believed that he'd said that. He'd never been so rude to someone like that before.

The dark look on Greg's face morphed before Nick's eyes into something he didn't recognize, then Greg smiled, lightening the mood. "If I told you I were, would you still respect me in the morning?" Greg laughed. "I think that should be the right size." He plucked the suit from Nick's hands and laid it on the opposite arm of the couch. He turned back to Nick again, this time, with the smile that made Nick want to crawl away to the other side of the couch.

'Why should I feel intimidated by this kid? He's smaller than I am,' Nick thought. Thinking that, and physically reacting the way he wanted to, didn't exactly come easily at the moment.

Greg placed a hand on either side of Nick's head on the back of the couch. He loved the look in Nick's eyes. It was so long since he'd met someone like Nick, so innocent, yet there was something that he couldn't quite grasp under the older man's façade. It was something that drew Greg to him, made him want to tear away at his façade unleash the real Nick that he knew was under there, somewhere. "Why don't we get down to the real reason Gil wanted you to come here."

Nick's eyes widened. "Wh-what do you mean?" He stammered, looking up into Greg's eyes.

Greg stepped forward and put his knees on either side of hips, straddling him. He leaned forward and whispered in Nick's ear. "Do you know what they do in Club Void?" Greg asked.

Nick couldn't withhold the gasp that escaped him as he felt Greg's warm breath along his neck. "Dance and drink?"

Greg chuckled. Nick shivered, the vibrations sent a sensation throughout his body that seemed to center in one very sensitive place.

"Yes, they do that, but do you know what else?" Greg pressed his chest against Nick's, bringing their groins together.

Nick's higher brain functions seemed to be shutting down. He groaned. "Play cards?"

"Haha, you're funny, but no." Greg pulled his head back and looked into Nick's eyes once again. He grasped the sides of Nick's face. "Why don't I just show you, hm?" He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Nick's.

Nick gasped. This wasn't right. Why wasn't he pushing Greg away, punching him, anything? He only closed his eyes and leaned into the kiss.

Greg used this as an opportunity to plunder Nick's mouth, tasting him in a sensuous dance of tongues. He removed his hands from the back of the couch and let them wander down Nick's body once Nick had started to respond. He lifted up Nick's shirt and caressed the hard washboard stomach he found underneath.

When the need for air got to be too much for him, Greg pulled back and nipped along Nick's jaw and sucked at his neck. "Are you getting an idea of what I'm talking about?" He ground himself against Nick. Nick was hard, and so was he.

Nick leaned his head back to give him better access. "Uh, yeah, but I'm not so sure."

Greg smiled. That was exactly what he wanted to hear. "Oh? Then let me make myself a little more clear…." He slid off of Nick's lap and onto the floor. He separate Nick's knees and situated himself in the V of his lap. He reached for Nick's belt buckle.

Nick rested his head against the back of the couch, his eyes tightly shut, afraid to look down. He could hear and feel Greg fumbling with his buckle. Greg unbuckled it and unzipped his pants. The zipper sounded like a freight train to Nick's ears. Nick's eyes snapped open. He still refused to look down, though. He gasped and then moaned when Greg reached into his pants and pulled out his cock, his warm breath caressing the head. So gently, that Nick almost missed it, Greg placed a tender kiss on the tip.

Greg felt confident that he could do this to Nick without any protection. He was clean, and he knew for a fact that the CSIs were subjected to mandatory, periodical blood testing. If Nick had anything, Grissom would have never given him this job. He licked over the head and was satisfied with she shudder that ran up the other man's body. He took the head into his mouth and suckled there for a moment, enjoying the moans coming from above, memorizing yet another taste of Nick in his mouth and the feeling of him. Greg took more of him into his mouth until Nick hit the back of his throat and he relaxed his throat muscles, allowing Nick to slide further into the hot cavern of his mouth until his nose rested in his fragrant curls. He began to bob his head up and down, dragging his tongue along the vein underneath, his hand stroking the part of Nick's cock that was revealed as he bobbed up. It wasn't long before Nick was straining and wiggling against the couch. He was close.

Nick could feel his body trembling and his balls tighten and his climax neared. Everything was so intense at that split second before he went over the edge. He couldn't help himself as he looked down as his lap. He grabbed at the couch as he finally tumbled over the edge and screamed his release. He almost came again when he could see and feel Greg swallowing his cum.

Greg pulled away and allowed the now limp member to fall from his mouth. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve. He looked up at Nick.

"And that's only on the weekdays…."

Nick walked into his own room and fell face-first onto the bed. He was tired and jittery at the same time. After what had just happened tonight, Nick didn't know if he wanted to go to sleep because, surely, it would replay itself over and over in his dreams. Staying awake wasn't such a great option, either, for that same reason.

Greg had driven Nick home. He'd left the suit and equally expensive shoes with Nick, telling him to be ready for tomorrow night.

Nick flopped over onto his back and stared at the ceiling. He couldn't believe that he'd just let a man give him a blow job. He turned onto his side and grumbled. It was all Grissom's fault. He must have known that this was going to happen.

Nick sighed again, and flopped back onto his back. So, sleep wasn't an option. He settled for watching the ceiling until it lightened with the first rays of sunlight.

Peeks Did I scare you guys with the 'sex scene'? I usually suck when I try to do these, but I think I did okay with this one.