Author Notes: This story takes place eight months after the last, this is on purpose. But the episode aired on October 11, 2001 so the date will October 15, 2001.
Pairing: Nick/Greg;
Summary: Greg and Nick in the shower.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the CSI series or its characters.
Rate: NC-17
Category: Smut Episode Tag/Angst
Timeframe: Season 2
Spoilers: Overload
XOXOXOXO
Greg could lie and say in the past almost eight month he never thought of Nick, not once. He never thought of the gasp and moans he made during sex, never thought of the musky smell or the bitter salty taste. Never wake up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat because of the sex dream staring a very naked Nick Stokes. Because he could still hear his cries and screams. No matter that he had taken another lover, no matter that Henry was loving and caring he could not shake what Nick did to him.
Henry was literally perfect in every way. He stood the same height as Greg did with blond hair and a natural tan that would make any woman cry in envy. Greg had not been attracted to his looks thought it had been his smile. He such a warm smile that Greg could help but fall for it could not help but fall for him. Henry understood what had gone one between him and Nick, the worse part was that Henry didn't hate Nick. Actually they met and got along which only made Greg feel sicker, because Nick did not care. Nick showed mo signs of jealousy, and that only made him feel worse. Henry was the perfect boyfriend that was why Greg felt like an ass right now.
He climbed out of Nick's bed holding in the tears that would fall once he got outside. Trying to tell him self it wasn't really sex, but he knew it was. He just cheated on the best guy in the whole world. He knew what would happen too. He'd tell Henry through tears and coughs Henry would take him in his arms and hold him. Henry would blame Nick, because though they got along it annoyed Henry that Nick never admitted not even to Greg what happened between them. It was always spoken in code. Henry would forgive Greg there was no doubt about that, but he would not forgive him. He would demand that Greg stop seeing Nick in anything but a personally manner, and Greg could not do that.
Slipping outside he sucked in a deep breath feeling like an addict. He was shaky his head was spinning and his entire body hurt. Shutting the door he still held in the tears. He would not see Henry for a couple days he being back at home in Iowa with his family so he had time to think. It wasn't sex, yet in a way it felt like sex. He walked to his vehicle stepping in looking back at the house maybe he should stop seeing Nick for good. He knew that couldn't happen Nick was broken enough as it was. It wasn't sex they did not have sex again because they both silently promised no more sex. Driving away he left the window down he needed the air, he needed to think.
Nine Hours Earlier
Greg walked Nick into the bathroom he smelled like vomit blood and alcohol but what made Greg sick was the fact that neither the vomit nor the blood were Nick's. The last case had been hard on him, and Catherine wasn't talking about why. An hour before he got a call from some bartender asking him to come and get Nick, at some sleazy cheap bar on the outskirts. Greg did not hesitate he hopped in his car driving like a maniac to get there before something bad happened, but he was too late. Some big guy who knew Nick from way back when started a fight and the two ended up having it out right outside.
When Greg showed up Nick had the upper hand but the bartender got Nick off, and the guy's friend pulled him away. Since there was damage the bartender just yelled to get the man out of here, and pushed Nick towards Greg. The man had vomited all over him sometimes during the fight and Greg had to force himself not to vomit himself. He saw that Nick's truck was nowhere in sight so he walked him to his car and helped him in, making a mental note to have it cleaned the next day. Nick being drunker than Greg had ever seen him told him everything, all Greg could do was drive. When Nick started to talk, started to tell him why he was here, all Greg could do was drive. Because if he looked at him, he'd cry, and Nick did not need someone crying for his innocence lost. Nick needed a friend, so Greg drove never speaking a word.
He walked Nick to the bathroom and he undressed them there, crinkling his nose as he pushed each item of clothes away. Greg saw the red marks scrapes and bruises; knowing Nick was going to be sore tomorrow. He turned on the water getting it to be just right then stripped himself ignoring the hungry look that passed threw Nick's eyes. Nick took his hand allowing Greg to pull him in the shower.
Nick closed his eyes as Greg massaged the soap into his skin washing every fiber of dirty off his skin. Massage the tight skin and kneading out each knot as the hot water slide down their bodies. Nick eyes were closed and Greg had to will his body not to react to his moans as he went lower to clean Nick off. Nick let out a gasp when Greg hand brush past his hardening shaft Greg willed him self to stand before he took things too far. Greg knew all he had to do was kiss him and he could have him, Nick would never look down on him. Nick would never mention it, but Greg could not do that. Not after what Nick just confessed to him, he could not use him like that.
Nick moaned as Greg worked the shampoo through his hair washing all the dirty mud spit vomit and anything else that got in his hair as they were fighting on the ground. Greg frowned as he hissed it appeared some of the rocks and gravel pricked and scrapped skin. Greg smiled he liked when Nick's hair was crazy and out of control-he like when Nick was not so in control. When he let his guard down allowing people to see what was inside of him, because Nick was always the dependable one. Always rock solid the one you could count on to stay cool and calm, but Greg knew him better than that. Greg knew that Nick was more fragile and vulnerable than anyone knew. Greg knew that with one push with one word you could break him into a million pieces.
When Greg started to pull away Nick pulled him back into a hug; their bodies pressing together. Nick head went to his shoulder Greg brought his hand up to his hair knowing that Nick needed the contact right now. In the darkness of the bathroom he needed to feel the heat of Greg's body into his, he needed to know that he was okay that no matter the past he still had something good. Then the mumble came, a soft plea as Nick wiggled, "please." Greg ignored it the first time but then the second time it sounded so desperate and Greg understood. Nick needed to know that Greg did not look at him any different, that Greg did not see him as broken or damage or even worse dirty. Nick needed to feel beautiful and whole again, the memories had overtaken him and he needed to be reassured that he was not different than he was eight months ago.
Lifting his head Greg took Nick's shaft into one of his hand while he used the other to make Nick look at him. Their eyes never broke contact as Greg pumped him up and down, twisting where he found that made Nick gasp. When he started to close his eyes Greg would stop ordering him to open them, he wanted Nick to watch him. He wanted Nick to know just how beautiful he was, that his body was perfect. So when Nick looked at him again he dropped to his knees. He wanted Nick to know just how much he loved his body.
Nick felt dizzy and even more turned on as he heard Greg moan as he took him into his mouth. Greg took just as much pleasure in sucking him as Nick was receiving from it. Nick had never been one to watch he liked to close his eyes and just enjoy but he could not take his eyes off Greg. Like with everything Greg did this was an art. His hands and mouth were everywhere but they were in the right everywhere because with every movement Nick felt his pleasure double and his need for release tripled. Gently pulled on Greg hair he let out a cry as his body gave in, and he moan again as he watched Greg lick every drop up.
Nick pulled him up crushing their lips together moaning as he tasted himself ion Greg tongue. Greg gave into the kiss but that would be the only pleasure he got from this. Pulling away Nick was panting, but he knew that Nick was more exhausted than he let on. The adrelinine from the fight was wearing off, and now due to his orgasm his body was relaxing to a place of peace. The water was now only slightly warm but not cold so Greg used it to rinse Nick's body off once again making him as clean as he was. Due to the warm shower more bumps and bruises were showing up.
Greg shut the water off stepping out to grab one of the towels from the cupboard wrapping it around him self than grabbed another. Nick stepped out, and Greg patted him dry, than moved to dry his hair with the towel. When their eyes met this time Nick looked so lost. Greg remembered the look in his eyes when he lost Kristy almost a year ago. That one pulled at his heart while this one just punched him in the gut. He looked so hurt, almost like his abuse had just happened. Nick knew the reason, Nick had never been able to really let go and deal with it. The woman who abused him had never been arrested; she was out there more and likely still preying on the weak and helpless.
Nick felt himself getting pulled into his room he could hear Greg walking around. Greg came back with some boxers and a t-shirt, Nick moved as Greg helped to dress him. Greg put Nick in the bed tucking him in as he went to leave he could hear Nick's broke voice asking him to stay. Greg looked back closing his eyes and sucking in a deep breath, all he could do in the darkness was nod. When Nick broken voiced spoke again this time saying please Greg leaned down kissing his forehead gently. He mumbled against the skin he'd be back in a second, Nick only nodded. There was no way he could leave him like this no way he could be the one that broke him beyond repair.
Greg walked to the bathroom picking up his own boxers slipping them on. He picked up his other clothes, stopped when he looked down at Nick's clothes cringing at the smell. Dropping his own clothes he picked Nick's clothes up walking to the laundry room down stairs throwing them in the washer. He walked up stairs grabbed his clothes, than walked to Nick's room. Tossing his clothes to the side he slipped into the bed sighing as Nick snuggled up to him clinging to him. He knew it was the alcohol, in a few hours when Nick was passed out he slip out and face the reality. But right now in the dark quiet Greg pretended that nothing else mattered but the man in his arms. That there was no world outside it was just them and this room.
The End