Warning for male on male adult content. If it's not your thing, don't read any further.


"Are you sure?"

The lighting in the cave was still dim given the early hour, but Greg could clearly see the concern on Nick's face. His eyes were darkened with lust and an underlying hint of something else, but Greg didn't want to think about that right now. There would be plenty of time for that discussion after they both got what they needed. And right now, Greg needed to feel Nick, and there were really only two ways to do that. Since neither one of them had ever had a sexual experience with another man before, they had stumbled back to the raft in a lip lock, their hands roaming over still clothes bodies hesitantly. When they finally became accustomed to the new feeling, they shed their shirts and felt the explosion of heat from their skin meeting. Greg then needed more, and started pulling at Nick's jeans, tugging on them until he effectively pulled Nick completely on top of him. Greg hooked his legs around Nick's calves, keeping him in place and expressing to him without words how he wished to proceed.

Greg nodded against Nick's forehead. "I am, are you? Do you not want to do this?"

"No, I do," Nick replied, having a hard time controlling himself in such a strong state of lust. "But I know you haven't done this before, and neither have I, and I don't want to hurt you." Nick created enough space between their eyes so that they could see each others directly. "I'm afraid I'm going to hurt you."

Greg sighed slightly. "It's probably going to hurt Nick," he said calmly. "But I trust you," he said softly before kissing Nick again. He arched his hips up against Nick's, creating even more contact and friction between the two. "And I have a feeling it's going to be worth it," Greg said against Nick's lips, sending a shudder throughout the older man's body.

Greg didn't allow Nick to respond. He captured his mouth in another breathtaking kiss as he unbuttoned and unzipped Nick's jeans, which were becoming tighter by the second. Feeling the confidence radiating off of Greg and onto himself, Nick did the same to Greg's jeans, pulling them down and off his body and discarding them somewhere behind them. The thin cotton of their boxers felt much better as they moved against one another, but it wasn't long before they wanted complete skin on skin, and eventually got just what they wanted. Greg had become the braver of the two very quickly, and once he got Nick out of his boxers, he reached down in between the two of them, still kissing Nick, and wrapped his hand around both of them at the same time, bringing them completely together. Nick sighed and moaned at the same time, but didn't break away from Greg's lips.

Nick's hand eventually followed suit, moving past where Greg was holding him and slowly pushing inside of the younger man to prepare him for what was to come. Greg just kept kissing Nick and moving up against him to create as much contact as possible for as long as possible. When there was nothing left to do, Nick put his hands on either side of Greg's hips to steady himself and get into position. He broke the kiss, moving his lips just far enough away from Greg's so that he could speak.

"Don't be afraid to stop me if it hurts too much," he said, his voice full of want and need, but still sincere nonetheless. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to."

Greg swallowed hard and put his hands on Nick's biceps, squeezing firmly and reassuringly. "I trust you. I want this," he said, looking into Nick's dark eyes. "I want you."

Nick kissed him softly. "You've got me," he replied in a low whisper.

As Nick finally moved forward and into Greg, the lighter haired man had trouble figuring out where the pain ended and the pleasure began. Nick's head moved past his as he buried his face in the crook of Greg's neck, and the ex-lab rat couldn't help but bite into Nick's shoulder. He felt Nick hesitate and tense, like he was going to stop, but Greg moved back against him, bringing him deeper. Greg slid his hands down Nick's chest, across his ribs and to his back, pulling him ever closer, encouraging him to continue moving. Nick obliged, and it didn't take much for the two of them to get completely lost in the new, exhilarating feeling.

As suddenly as this entire thing seemed to have started, it was over. They were both shaking slightly as they came down from their climax, Greg a little more so than Nick. Greg's eyes were shut tight and he was breathing heavily, trying to get it under control. Nick noted the coolness of the cave that mixed with their damp skin added a chill to contrast to the heat they had just felt for the last half hour or so. He gathered their clothes from the pile that had formed behind them and started himself and Greg, alternating by whatever article of clothing he picked up. By the time he was done, he was wearing Greg's boxers, his own jeans, and Greg's shirt, with Greg obviously sporting the opposites. It wasn't until he realized that he was now fully clothed and that Nick was no longer on top of him that Greg opened his eyes.

"Are you okay?" Nick asked. He laid back down next to Greg, taking the other man's hand into his own, noting that it was still shaking slightly.

Greg nodded. "Yeah," he replied, his voice filled with emotion. "That was unbelievable. I never thought that that would happen," he added.

Nick smiled. "Neither did I," he agreed.

Greg turned his head and looked up at the ceiling of the cave above him. It was starting to get lighter outside, and the early morning light was rushing into the cave quickly, illuminating everything inside it. He looked away so that Nick wouldn't be able to read his facial expressions quite so well. He was nervous about what had to come next. They had to talk about what just happened. It wasn't like they were back in Vegas where one of them could just up and leave to go back to their apartment and then avoid each other at work until someone finally had the guts to bring it up. They were stuck on an island together, they couldn't just act like it didn't happen.

"Sorry about your shoulder," Greg mumbled in an attempt to keep the conversation going without directly bringing up what they both knew needed to be brought up.

"It's fine," Nick said with a small laugh. "How bad did I hurt you?"

Greg shook his head. "You didn't hurt me at all," he responded.

Nick frowned and wished that Greg would look at him. "Looks like I did," he said, hinting at Greg's body that was just starting to stop shaking.

"It didn't hurt in that sense," Greg said. "I'm fairly certain it would have hurt a hell of a lot more if it hadn't happened at all," he explained, his voice soft and quiet.

"I'm glad it did," Nick said. He shifted slightly so he was laying on his left side, completely facing Greg, who was still looking up at nothing in particular.

"Me too," Greg agreed. Then he finally looked back at Nick. "Why did it happen?"

Nick wished the answer came easy to him. "I don't really know," he replied honestly. "After last night, and everything else that's happened in the last few weeks, I feel closer to you than I've ever felt to anyone else before. It's not just because we were in a plane crash and got stranded on this island and were practically forced to talk to each other about actual stuff, but at the same time that definitely had something to do with it."

"What exactly is it?" Greg asked hesitantly, fearing what the answer was going to be. "What is this?" he asked, holding his hand up slightly that was still holding Nick's.

He expected Nick to shrug his shoulders casually and say that it was just two friends blowing off steam, using each other for sex in a stressful situation. He expected him to say it was a one time thing that probably shouldn't happen again, but if they were stuck there for long enough, then who knows. He expected Nick to use his charm and southern accent to talk his way out of what just happened. But Greg was wrong.

"This is," Nick began, looking down at his hand in Greg's, "everything I've ever wanted."

Nick's eyes were looking elsewhere, but Greg could still see the honesty in them. The first thing that Greg learned about Nick, way back when he was just the new DNA tech from California that wore crazy shirts and listened to his music far too loud, was that Nick gave everything away in his eyes. If you paid enough attention in certain situations, you learned to read his eyes. You could use his dark brown pools to tell when his smile was real and when he wasn't okay, even though he said he was and his voice matched what it was saying. Greg was good at reading people, and he liked to think he was very good at reading Nick because he had paid such close attention to him over the years. He thought that it had just been his imagination, but Greg seemed to notice that Nick didn't put on a show in front of him like he used to; he would be his real self, as Greg would, which is probably why their relationship developed as it had.

"I told you everything about Lauren and what I could remember about being kidnapped because I've always felt comfortable around you," Nick continued. "You make it easy to trust you. Catherine and Warrick and everyone else always expects me to be a certain way, to do and say and feel certain things and when I don't, they don't know what to do. You fight with me when you think I'm wrong, but you never try to get me to do something in particular for a certain reason. I don't know, you just always let me be me and have never expected anything of me. You just take me as I am."

Greg felt a smile tugging at his mouth. "Well, I like who you are," he replied. "I always have. You're not perfect, and I used to think you tried to be or that you thought you were, but I know now that that was all about appearances. You act like a tough guy for everyone else sake, never your own. You never really do anything for yourself, even when you should. I've always wanted to know you better, spend more time with you, but thought it was weird to want that. I didn't want to admit that I have feelings for you because I didn't think it could go anywhere."

Nick sighed slightly. "I've been scared of how I feel because I knew that it was something I never felt before, and that meant that if you didn't feel the same way that it would hurt more than anything else had before. So I played it safe. But I don't want to play it safe anymore. I want to be with you, but at the same time, I don't want you to be with me."

Greg frowned in confusion. "What does that mean?"

"I want to be with you because you have everything I've ever wanted in somebody. You're smart, funny, outgoing, a good person, determined, a hard worker. But because I care about you so much, I don't want you to be with me because I know how fucked up I am. I want you to be with someone better than me because I want you to be happy, and you can't be happy with me."

Greg would have thought that Nick was just trying to take the easy way out and deflect how he really felt by saying he wasn't good enough, but Greg could tell that that's what he really thought. And that almost broke his heart.

"I could say the same thing about myself," Greg replied. "I could say that I'm too messed up for a relationship and that you'd be better off with someone else. But maybe that's what we need, each other, because no one else would be able to understand the things we have to go through."

Nick opened his mouth to respond, but Greg continued. "If you don't want a relationship or whatever, you can just say it. But I can tell you really believe that you're not good enough for me, which is ridiculous because you're the one whose settling for me. I want to be with you, and if you want to be with me, I want to give it a try. Maybe it will blow up in our faces, or maybe it won't. I want to find out which one is going to happen."

"I want to," Nick responded as soon as Greg had finished talking. "I didn't mean to imply that I didn't, I just wanted to make sure it was what you really wanted. I know most people think of me as a womanizer, especially with what happened with Kristy, and that not many people would trust me in a relationship. I don't think that I can make you as happy as you deserve, but I can promise you that I'm going to try like hell to give you everything you could ever want."