AN: Jeez, I just reread my AN from the last chapter and realized it might have sounded snarky. SORRY! I didn't mean it to come out that way. I love the reviews, honest!!!
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Chapter Nine
As the private jet touched down at McCarran, Greg ruffled his fingers through Nick's silky dark hair. Poor baby, he had hardly slept at all last night and was really zonked out. Greg had noticed that Vartann had finally passed the lead of the protection detail to David and had also allowed himself the release of a few hours of sleep before being called on the carpet in Grissom's office.
Greg stroked Nick's jaw line as the plane emptied, "Nick, sweetie. We've landed, it's time to get off the plane. Come on, Nick, wake up."
Nick began to stir and turned his face toward Greg. "Hey beautiful, are we in Vegas yet?" He smiled at the look of love in the caramel-colored eyes that were watching him so closely. Raising his hand to Greg's cheek, he stretched his head toward the slighter man and kissed him gently, pulling his lower lip into his mouth and suckling it before letting it go. At that point his stomach growled and Greg laughed loudly.
"I guess you're hungry for more than just me, cowboy." Greg stood and pulled Nick to his feet. "Let's get home and grab something to eat. I just realized we haven't had anything to eat all day. We wouldn't want you so weak with hunger that I can't take advantage of you later tonight." Nick allowed himself to be pulled into the young man's embrace and in return captured the lips that were smiling at him, before sliding his nose across Greg's cheek to nip at his earlobe gently.
"Shit, G. I have to wait until tonight?" Nick laughed, continuing to nuzzle the soft skin at the base of Greg's ear. "I was hoping to jump your bones is the back of that limo out there." Nick gestured with his head out the window of the jet. "That is yours, isn't it?"
"Yeah, it belongs to my family, Nick. But you... Ah.... you might want to wait a little longer before you put the moves on me," he smiled, running his hands across Nick's chest as Nick laced his thumbs through Greg's belt loops and pulled him in closer.
"No way, I've been waiting long enough. Hell, G, it's almost been eighteen hours since I met you," he joked placing a kiss on the tip of Greg's nose. "Come on, beautiful. I may not have enough energy to withstand all the wanton sexual acts you spoke of earlier, but I damn well have enough to rock your world on the way home." Nick grabbed Greg's hand and pulled him down the steps of the jet and over to the limo, Greg giggling the entire way.
"Whatever you want, Nick. I'm all yours, baby."
As they reached the limo, he pushed Greg up against the door of the car and trapped him there with his pelvis as he lowered his mouth to a sensitive spot at the base of Greg's neck. Greg moaned and ran his hands up Nick's biceps and into his hair bucking towards his mate. With a dirty chuckle, Nick lowered his hands to the waistband of Greg's slacks, moving to unbutton them when suddenly the window of the limo directly behind Greg's hips lowered.
"Excuse us, Greg. Perhaps you'd be more comfortable inside the limo, instead of draped across it."
Nick froze in place and then slowly moved off and away from Greg. He looked across at the smiling face and heard Greg say with a disappointed sigh, "I told you that you might want to wait a little longer, Nicky."
"Perhaps some more information would have helped, G," sighed the other man.
The door of the limo opened and a graying man, appearing to be in his mid forties, stepped out into the brilliant sunshine. He turned and held a hand out to the interior of the car and helped out a beautiful strawberry blond with long tanned legs who didn't look older than thirty-five.
"Mom, Dad," squeaked Greg, "meet Nick. Nick, this is my mom and dad, Catherine and Gil Grissom."
Nick's face turned a deep shade of red that had nothing to do with the Nevada heat or sunshine, and he managed to croak out a throaty, "Hello, Catherine, Gil. Nice to meet you," as he raised his eyes toward the couple and made eye contact. Hell, what was the appropriate way to introduce yourself when you were caught in the act of attempting to fornicate with someone's son?
Catherine laughed out loud. "It's nice to meet you, Nick, but I imagine you would have preferred we had been introduced back at the estate. Sorry to intrude on your fun, but we were afraid if we had waited any longer to make ourselves known to you it might have been even more embarrassing for us all."
"Hello, Nick. I've spoken to Vartann on the phone and he tell us you have many questions. I want to thank you for taking a leap of faith here with Greg. You've had a busy twenty-four hours and right now is not the time for lengthy discussions. Let's go home, have a quiet supper and let you two get your, er, rest. Tomorrow after breakfast we'll all sit down and take care of business. How does that sound?" Gil reasoned, attempting to make the initial contact with Greg's family as smooth as possible for the newcomer.
Nick nodded. "Fine, sir. I appreciate your giving me some time tomorrow. I am really hungry and tired right now. I'm not sure I could mentally process anything too involved at this point," he conceded.
Greg stepped forward and took one of Nick's hands in his, while sliding his other arm around the Texan's waist. "Nick sat up with Vartann almost all night and hasn't had anything to eat today. There will be no talk of politics, religion, or anything else even slightly debatable until all his needs are taken care of."
As Catherine and Gil moved back into the limo, Greg leaned forward and whispered in Nick's ear, "And I do mean all of his needs."
As the limo sped toward the estate on the edge of the desert, Greg laced the fingers of his right hand through Nick's left. "Hey Dad, you don't look too surprised to see Nick with me today. Just how much information has Vartann, or perhaps Sara, passed along?"
Gil smiled at the two young men. "Well, you know that he told us about Ewing and the threat to you. He also told me how you stood up to Ewing back at the estate last night. I'm proud of you, Greg." Nick noted the loving look the older man bestowed upon his son.
"Can't have been anything compared to how he stood up to him at the airport," Nick stated, squeezing Greg's hand tighter and noting the look of surprise on the faces of the couple sitting across from him.
"I haven't been briefed on what happened at the airport, Nick. David merely called to say that everyone was on the jet and headed home safely. Was there an unpleasantness, Greg?" Gil asked, his eyes searching those of his son intently.
Greg just shrugged and shot a smile at Nick before looking back to his parents. "Ewing and several of his goons tried to change my mind about coming home today. Said his daughter wanted to take me out on the town, but I wasn't having any of it, Dad. I merely showed them that I wasn't interested in spending time with his daughter. That I wasn't interested in spending the evening with anyone other than Nick."
Greg. turning his gaze to the man sitting beside him, lifted the hand that was holding Nick's towards his lips. As his eyes met Nick's, Greg gave a little smile and turned their hands so that he could run his lips across the back of Nick's. Before Greg could lower their hands, Nick stretched out his thumb trailing it across the full lower lip and Greg playfully nipped at it before returning his gaze to his parents.
"I'm not sure if the fact that I chose Nick over his daughter bothered him more, or if he and the rest of his goons were sporting hard-ons after seeing me prove that I was no longer available, but they offered no resistance when we boarded the jet for take off."
Catherine threw back her head and laughed out loud. "I wish I could have seen old man Ewing's face, Greg. That man has always seemed so full of himself."
Gil merely smiled at the couple across from him. He knew that somewhere along the line Greg would be responsible for their family and was glad to see that his son was beginning to display the traits that would be necessary. He didn't know Nick yet, but it appeared that he was going to be a strong mate for Greg. It was too bad that he wasn't 'family', but for as long as Nick was alive Greg would have the opportunity to develop and mature into the man his family would need in the future.
"Earth to Gil," Catherine joked, nudging her husband with her elbow. "We're home." Gil turned to smile at his wife as the car pulled to a stop in the circular driveway.
"Let's let Nick and Greg get settled." He turned back to Greg. "Would you two prefer to join us for a meal, or would you like the kitchen to send something to your room?"
"A quiet meal in the room sounds good, Dad. Could you arrange it?"
As the foursome exited the vehicle and stood in front of the large white home, Catherine stepped forward and kissed her son, reaching out her arm to pat Nick on the cheek. "I'll head to the kitchen right now and talk to cook. I'll also arrange for breakfast to be delivered in the morning. See you both tomorrow." She moved toward the front door that opened as she neared, a shadowy figure standing just within holding it open.
Gil looked at the younger men. "I'll see you both at 10:00 tomorrow in my study. I'll have Vartann debrief me before I meet with you." He turned to Nick specifically, "We'll answer all your questions tomorrow, Nick. I hope you can bear with us until then."
Nick looked at the slightly graying man and nodded his head, "Tomorrow will be great , Gil. Thanks."
Gil nodded and walked off towards the right, heading away from the large house towards a series of buildings set together along a path covered with white rock chips.
Greg placed his arm along Nick's shoulder. "Let's go in, cowboy. You need something to eat and a nap." He started forward, urging the more broadly built man to fall into step beside him. "First some nourishment, then some rest. I want you firing on all cylinders later, sweetheart."
Nick allowed himself to be led inside. He wanted to change the order of Greg's agenda, but knew that he was in no shape to place mind-blowing sex as the first event. This was going to be Greg's first time with a man and Nick wanted to be able to make it as perfect as it could be.
As the two men neared the mansion, the door opened almost magically and Greg nodded to the woman who was standing there. Nick scanned the interior trying to take in his surroundings, but having a hard time focusing with his sleep and nutrient deprived body. Greg took his hand and led him up a wide stone stairway and down a long hallway. "This is our room, Nicky," he offered as he opened the door.
Nick noticed that his suitcase sat on the floor at the end of the bed alongside another that must belong to Greg. His tired mind took in a wide bed covered with a navy comforter that looked so inviting. He headed toward it on autopilot, stopping as he reached the side and holding out a hand to Greg. "Lie with me until supper arrives, G. I'm really wiped out."
Greg closed the door and moved to join Nick as he settled on the bed. The Texan lay on his back, his arm outstretched to encompass Greg as he snuggled up along the side of the reclining man. Nick closed his arms around Greg and pulled him closer, molding the other man to his body, slightly draping him across his left side. Brushing his lips across the other man's brow, he sighed contentedly. "Better. Wake me when the food gets here, G," he mumbled as he drifted off to sleep.
Nick awoke to the feeling of soft lips at his temple. "Hello, baby. Feeling better? I hate to wake you but our meal has been delivered," he heard Greg's voice say. Nick looked into those caramel colored eyes that he had first seen over the jukebox barely a day ago and smiled. "A little better. I sleep really well with you by my side."
Greg's answering smile was huge, his eyes sparkling. "Glad to be of service, Nicky. How about trying the meal Mom had sent up? It seems she wants to keep you happy. She ordered a real 'Texas' meal. Steak and potatoes, with all the trimmings."
Nick sat up and moved off the bed walking over to a table in the opposite corner of the room that was set up with the linens and food. "Smells good." His stomach rumbled loudly in response to the aroma.
Greg laughed and pulled him down into a chair. "No more talking until you've finished your supper, cowboy. Mom sent up fresh strawberries and whipped cream for dessert. God, I love that woman."
Nick smiled at Greg and picked up a knife and fork. "Gonna save room for dessert, G. I can't wait to taste strawberries and whipped cream off your lips."
Greg gave a little gasp and reached his hand out to cover Nick's. "Thanks for coming with me, Nick."
"No place I'd rather be, Greg."
Later Greg led Nick into the bathroom and filled the tub with hot water, adding scented oil to the tub. He turned to Nick and raised his hand to his lover's face. "Nick, it's not that I'm not ready for you, but if it's okay, I'd rather wait until after we've talked with my Dad. I want our first time to be open, with no questions on your part. Are you okay with that?"
Nick placed his hands on either side of the slighter man's hips and pulled him close. "I can wait for that, but please don't make me wait to touch you." He leaned in and rubbed his jaw along the other man's cheek. "Why don't you put some music on," he motioned back into the bedroom towards the expensive-looking equipment. "Your choice. I liked your selections last night."
Greg smiled and moved his lips toward Nick's, ghosting his tongue across them as he pulled away and moved toward the bedroom. "I'll put on the CD that has the first song I played last night," he said as he disappeared from view.
Nick shucked his clothes and stepped into the large tub, sighing as the hot water covered his body. He heard the first song start as Greg stepped back into the bathroom. "Didn't wait for me, did you, cowboy? No fair."
Greg slowly unbuttoned the black shirt and shrugged it off, moving his hands to the button at the waistband of his slacks. His eyes never leaving Nick, he noticed when the dark haired man's eyes left his hands and looked up into his eyes. Their eyes remained locked as Greg shed his pants and stepped into the bathtub. He made a move to sit behind Nick, but Nick shook his head and maneuvered Greg in front of him, settling the young man's back against his chest and his body between his legs.
Nick rested his chin on Greg's head and gave a deep sigh as he slicked his hands along his lovers neck and down his arms, to entwine their hands together. "Relax, G. I want to listen to this entire CD before I move again. This is damn near perfect."
Greg smiled and relaxed his body against his mate's. "No plans to move from this spot, Nicky. I've been waiting for someone else to hold me like this for my entire life. Not moving an inch."
The music stopped, but the two men remained in the water until it cooled. Nick making the first move to leave the bathtub. Greg moved to stand and reached out for a large fluffy towel that he handed back to Nick before reaching for a second. As Nick left the tub he took his towel and gently rubbed it across Greg's back, hearing the younger man purr slightly as he turned towards Nick.
They continued to dry each other's bodies before stumbling back into the bedroom. "Put that CD on again, G, will you. I think I have a new favorite," said Nick as he moved to open his suitcase to find a fresh pair of boxers.
Greg complied with the request and then moved to his dresser to pull out a pair of cotton sleep shorts. He dropped the towel around his waist and bent to pull on the bottoms. As he stood he glanced over at the bed and saw Nick's eyes upon him, filled with lust. Nick patted the bed beside him, not taking his eyes off Greg.
Greg moved to turn off the lights and padded towards the bed, slipping under the covers and curling up into the dark haired man's arms. Both men sighed deeply as their bodies touched and they shifted to enable their bodies to make as much contact as possible before settling down for the night.
The CD played softly in the background as they both fell into deep and restful slumber.
AN: Next chapter Nick talks to Gil. ;)