Chapter 6

Nick's Point of View

Greg was still a bit shook up over Teresa's death that became apparent when we were at her house. Everything was fine until he spotted a picture of the two of them, they had just graduated from high school and both had dorky grins on their faces. He smiled lightly at the photo for a moment then I saw his shoulders tighten and he clenched his fist. Before Warrick or I knew what had happened the picture lay on the carpet in a broken frame and Greg had stormed out the door. I motioned for Warrick to pick up the broken frame and pieces of glass and set the picture somewhere safe. After a few minutes of looking I found my lover in Teresa's backyard flat on his back looking at the sky.

"It's really quite pretty out here. For Vegas I mean. Of course the star, when they come out, are pretty here but nothing beats laying on a beach in Cali somewhere staring at the stars. 'Resa and I did that all the time; from the time we graduated high school to when we both moved here. She was the first person, aside for my family to accept that I was gay. She was as loud and rambunctious as I used to be but this job…it takes that from you. I think it has taken her death, my best friend's death, for me to realize that." He said, blinking back tears. I frowned; Greggo was too good of a CSI to be experiencing burn out this early.

Then I smiled to myself. All he needed was a little TLC and I was just the person to give him that. "Hey Greg why don't you go back to the lab, maybe hang out with Archie and Hodges, I'm sure Griss won't mind." I said, a plan forming in my head. I heard the grass as he moved to sit up and turned to face me. "Um...okay Nicky. I guess I kind of need to get out of here anyway." He smiled. It wasn't a full-blown grin like everyone was accustom to but it was a start. Kissing him on the cheek, I headed back towards the house to explain my plan to Warrick as my lover walked to his car. As soon as I was sure he'd left I filled 'Rick in on my idea. Tonight was going to be one Greg would never forget.

An hour later and my arms were full of groceries, candles, massage oil, and one gigantic bouquet of roses and I was trying to open my front door. Finally by setting a few things down I got the door unlocked and opened. Wasting no time I put up the food I wasn't going to use and placed the remaining non-food things on the kitchen table. With a glance at the clock I began to cook the chicken for the chicken parmesan and the marinara sauce going over it. As the chicken cooked I busied myself with fixing up the bedroom. Candles glowed from the dresser and the bottle of vanilla scented oil sat on the nightstand. Half of the roses were spread on the bed and floor and the other half created a trail leading to the bedroom. Dusting my hands of I surveyed my handiwork. Satisfied it was up to par, I went back into the kitchen to finish the rest of the meal.

By the time I heard Greg pull up the food was on the table and desert was in the fridge. Smiling I leaned against the doorway of the kitchen waiting for my Greg to walk in. The minute he came in the living room I knew he had no idea what was going on. Shaking my head I cleared my throat and bit back a laugh as he whirled around to stare open-mouthed at me. "Nicky…when did you do all this? Why did you do all this?" he asked, slowly making his way toward me. "I came home early and as to why I did this…I thought you could use a little R&R." I said. He was still looking at me with those wide beautiful eyes when I took his hand and led him into the kitchen.

I turned to Greg to gauge his reaction and smirked at it. I had rendered the great Greg Sanders speechless. My triumph was short-lived as the next thing I knew I was pinned against the wall and his hot little mouth was on mine. Not that I minded but I knew there would be more time for that later so, reluctantly I pulled away. "Come on the food will get cold if we don't hurry." I laughed, taking in his hangdog expression. Sitting at the table and gesturing for him to do the same, I dug in to the steaming chicken. It was worth everything to see the tense, worn look melt from Greg's face as he fairly inhaled the food. "Eager, aren't we?" I said, grinning at his now bashful face. As soon as I was sure he had finished his main course I went to the fridge.

The look on his face was priceless as I pulled out the chilled chocolate-covered strawberries. I'm pretty sure there was drool on one side of his mouth as he gazed at the delectable desert. When he reached out to touch one, I slapped his hand away. Instead I picked one up and, walking over to where he sat, slowly fed it to him. The sounds coming from his mouth nearly drove me crazy, those sweet little moans and hums of pleasure. It took all the restraint I had not to ravish him at the table. Instead, after he finished the chocolate-covered berry I held out my hand. With a quirked eyebrow and cocked head he took it, allowing me to lead him to the bedroom. Tears shone like liquid stars in his eyes as he turned from the bed to look at me. "Is this…for me?" he squeaked and I softly smiled. "You deserved it sweetheart. It's the least I could do." Gently unbuttoning his shirt and caressing every inch of exposed skin, I uncovered my lover's lithe body.

Once Greg was naked in the glow of the candles I motioned for him to lay down on the bed, on his stomach. Straddling him I uncapped the massage oil and went to work on his back and shoulders, relieving every spot of tension I came across. His moans and sighs made my cock twitch in anticipation for what was to come. As soon as I was sure his body was loose and relaxed I rolled him over. As I gazed down at the serene face of the one I loved I smiled to myself. Who would have ever thought that someone so special would have chosen me to be with? A whimper of need brought me back to the present and my smile changed into a devilish grin. Lowering my mouth to Greg's slightly parted lips, I kissed him. My tongue caressed his plump bottom lip as I felt his mouth open further.

Our lips locked in a sweet, passionate kiss; I roamed my hands up and down my lover's body. When I felt him tug on my shirt I realized I was still dressed. Before I could pull away and take off the offending garment myself, I felt Greg's slender hands doing it for me. I pulled away as the shirt slid over my head and arms, exposing my bare chest. Immediately Greg's mouth was kissing, licking and biting my skin. I threw my head back as jolts of pleasure flew through me. Within no time I too was naked and Greg was on top of me doing amazing things with his mouth to my skin. Then I felt his sweet little mouth on my erection and I groaned as he bobbed up and down. Just when I thought I'd cum he pulled away and motioned for me to roll over.

Once on my elbows and knees I felt Greg's finger, first one then two and finally three, stretching me. The sound of a condom being opened and lube being uncapped made me moan for the feel of my lover inside me. Before I knew it Greg was filing me and I was moving back against him. Needing no further prompting he began to move, slow and sweet at first, then harder and faster. I gritted my teeth as I tried, and failed to hold off my orgasm. My stomach and Greg's free hand were drenched in cum as his thrusts got ever faster. With a loud moan that sounded like something in Norwegian, my lover came inside me. Panting I collapsed, Greg on top of me and his arms around my waist. Gentle kisses were pressed into my heated flesh as I heard him whisper "Thank you."

AN: Okay so a lot of things have been happening to me lately which is why this update took so long. First the original chapter I had written wouldn't upload, then the internet was down, and then I sprained my ankle. And now, finally I have had a chance to update. I hope you all enjoyed the sweet smut between the boys. Make my day and review and you'll get a shirtless CSI of your choice! C-ya-GreeneyedAlice91