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He knew that every relationship was different. People had different values and beliefs. Maybe Nick was one of those people who didn't have sex until he was sure there was a chance. Even with Kristy Hopkins, he called her back. Granted, it didn't matter, she was dead, but still.
As a side note, Greg had really enjoyed looking at Nick's semen when she was murdered.
But it was six months into their relationship and Nick still refused anything more than hand jobs, which meant they still hadn't had sex.
It wasn't like he needed sex – it was just an added bonus. And with Nick, he knew it'd be good.
The fact that Nick had given Greg a key to his house last month nearly reduced the level one to a sobbing-with-joy pile of mush. He'd managed to keep his emotions in check, though he couldn't say the same for his boyfriend when Greg had given Nick the spare to his own apartment.
Greg didn't really expect sex. He never did. It was just that he wanted to belong to Nick. He wanted to know what it was like to know someone would be with you. Well, he'd had sex before, but it had been a while since gay sex.
"You're not at home, huh?" Greg smiled when he saw the door to Nick's bedroom open, squinting his eyes to see against the light from outside the bedroom.
"Nah, decided I'd wait here for you," he peeked at the clock and yawned. Three hours past the normal time he fell asleep.
"You could've went to sleep," Greg propped himself p on his elbows as Nick shut the door and fell onto the bed next to the blonde, kicking off his shoes.
"It's okay, I don't mind," he snuggled close as Nick undid his jeans.
"Mmm…So sweet of you,"
"Yeah, how you gonna repay me?" Greg was slightly disappointed as he felt Nick shifting away. "I didn't mean--," he took a shaky breath as the Texan tugged at Greg's pants. "I, uh…"
"Shh…" Greg was pretty sure he stopped breathing when the Texan pressed a kiss to Greg's hip. "I don't plan to go all the way, just..." Nick rested his head on Greg's stomach, and as often as disappointment hit him, the blonde didn't absolutely hate now Nick was refusing. At least, not now. "I love you," he sighed, drawing out a smile from the younger man.
"Love you too," Greg fell back against the mattress. "Hey Nicky?"
"Mmhmm…?" the lack of real words told Greg that the level three was close to falling asleep.
Greg sighed and closed his eyes. "Nothing. G'night,"
"G'night," Nick pulled himself up to the pillows and smiled when Greg curled up to his side. He was still awake when Nick's light snores met his ears. There had to be a reason for the no-sex, and he knew he'd be able to respect it more if he knew the reason.
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Greg having the day off did nothing for him when Nick had to work, and he didn't know the neighborhood. Other than Nick and the old lady across the street, he didn't know anyone. And besides, he was pretty sure that everyone knew about their relationship, and absolutely hated how he had stolen the straight-laced-but-not-so-straight Texan of the market.
It wasn't that he didn't like being with Nick; he loved their relationship. But sometimes, the looks he got when he left Nick's house scared him. It was the beating all over again in his head, and he wasn't into the 'I'm going to kill you looks' as much as one might have thought. When he was with Nick, it was a whole different matter.
That was the beauty of being hidden at work – no rude comments or looks like the ones from Nick's neighbors. Just lovely, stolen looks and touches in the lab and on the field, and no one knew. What really got Greg, though, was the secret make out sessions during their breaks that no one seemed to ever know about. And he knew that with those, they were being obvious. The CSIs just weren't too in-tune with what went on in the lives around them.
Not that they were self-centered or anything.
His cell ringing brought him from his thoughts. "Sanders,"
"I managed an hour and a half break for dinner, so be ready when I get home, Grssom's got me working a double,"
Greg scratched his head and sighed. "Uh, ready?" he fumbled through memories of conversations to try to remember.
"Come on, G, it's not that hard…" the tone of Nick's voice went straight to Greg's groin.
"I, um…Yeah, okay," sex? But wouldn't it be more meaningful if they could set aside an entire night, just the two of hem and time to waste? Just learning about new territory with each other was Greg's only real wish.
"Are you still there?"
"Yeah, yeah," Greg shoo his head to clear his thoughts. "I'll see you when you get home, then," the blonde winced. He had called Nick's place home. Hopefully his boyfriend wouldn't catch up on that slip up.
"Yeah. Oh, Greg?"
"Yeah?"
"Love you,"
Greg smiled. "Love you, too,"
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It wasn't what he expected. It's never what he expects. Nick's either planning something special, doesn't want anal sex, or doesn't think they're ready to go past hands and mouths.
Still, though, Greg couldn't stand the hints and sidestepping. If this was how he was going to keep it up, he'd take the subtle/not-so-subtle flirting over the hints of sex any day.
It goes without saying that Greg loves Nick and wouldn't push him, but he was getting antsy.
"G?" Greg jumped, scared at Nick's sudden raspy voice; he had thought his boyfriend was asleep.
"Uh, yeah?"
"Everything okay?" Nick cleared his throat and sat up in bed. "You haven't been sleeping much at all for nearly a month," the blonde sighed.
"You've noticed, huh?" a hand came to rest of Greg's shoulder, massaging gently.
"You can tell me," Greg swallowed and licked his lips. What if Nick had something special planned? "Come on, G, I just want to know if you're okay,"
Here goes nothing. Greg took a deep breath, laughed nervously, and readied himself. "So, we've…been dating about six months…And, uh...I mean, I don't want to push you or anything, and I love you, and I'm not an addict, but…" he looked to Nick in the darkness. "Is sex ever something I'll get to experience with you?" He expected a lot of reactions, but chuckling definitely wasn't one of them. "Oh…I…I'll just go."
"No, Greg, come on…It's actually kind of funny…I was thinking the same thing, really." Greg blinked, sitting up a little more.
"You…Wanted me to make the first move?" Soft touches to his face was his only answer.
---Finally, lying in a very sticky mess, they slowly fell from their climax, Greg desperately clinging to Nick as though he was life support. Nick's breathing was nearly back to normal, though the blonde was still high from the intense orgasm, almost forgetting to breathe. "Good God…" he breathed, closing his eyes as he rested his head on Nick's chest. "I've never…Hot damn."
He could tell from the sound of his voice that Nick was tired. "You liked it?"
"Shit, Nick, I loved it. I can't believe we've gone this long," he yawned, amazed that his breathing was returning to normal; he had been under the impression that it never would. "How about you?"
"You make everything amazing," Nick said, pressing a kiss to the tip of Greg's nose. "I love you." Greg looked at the mess the sheets were covered in.
"I love you, too." He poked Nick's chest, wondering if it was worth reaching for the comforter. "Should we clean up?" His question fell on deaf ears – Nick was already asleep.
