Chapter Thirty Five:
Catherine and Sara still didn't believe my story about the white van. Nick wasn't sure what to believe and Warrick was still in shock from seeing his presumably straight best friend holding me tightly in his arms.
But work was somewhat back to normal.
"Sorry Greg, there's nothing on the security cameras." Archie turned to face me, giving me the same sympathetic look everyone had been giving me all day. Unfortunately the security camera on the outside of the bar was facing away from the parking lot. I didn't have to relive through the explosion though, but there was no way of telling who planted the bomb in my car. The other lucky thing was that no one saw Nick and me together, I'm pretty sure he was kissing me right before the bomb went off.
Out of everything that happened, Nick being outted seemed to be the worst. Talk about incriminating evidence. We were right outside of a gay bar, in one another's arms when everyone arrived. It's gonna be tough to try and explain our way out of that one.
I was so worried how people would react to Nick today, but they all seemed fine. No reason to worry. Then I caught sight of Hodges giving me his smug smile from across the hall. One day I'd love to wipe that smug smile off his face!
I stopped by the layout room next where Sara was working alone on the little bomb pieces. She smiled up at me as I entered, watching me looking over the photos on the top portion of the table. There were many shots of the awfully disfigured car. It's hard to believe it was even a car. The car parts were scattered all across the parking lot, all that remained in my parking spot was a damaged, very flawed frame, one wheel and the remains of a back seat.
I dread to think what Nick and I would have looked like if we were inside it when it did that.
"You okay Greg?" Sara asked as I continued to stare at the remains of my car.
"Think I can get a refund? Technically I only owned it for about five hours."
"I don't know, I don't think they can resell it as it is, but a dab of paint and some crazy glue, look good as new." She chuckled softly.
"Think they might notice when it doesn't have that new car smell though." I smirked, happy to finally have a distraction from the explosion, it's all anybody wanted to talk about today. "Did you manage to match the bomb to the one Nick and I found at the other crime scene?" I asked her. Sara shook her head. "You still don't believe me do you?"
"No, it's not that. The case files gone. All your evidence, photographs and things . . . there's nothing there. I told Catherine, she thinks we might have had a security breach."
"Why didn't anybody tell me?"
"Ecklie said you're off the case." Checking the hall was empty, Sara took a step closer towards me. "He doesn't want anyone to know that evidence was stolen from us, if this gets out the press would have a field day."
"So everything's gone?" I asked shocked. She nodded, getting back to work as Catherine entered the layout room.
"Greg, I sent you on a B&E forty minutes ago." She moaned, checking her watch. "What the hell are you still doing here?"
"Grissom gave it to Warrick, he told me to stay here."
"Grissom's blind sighting me again?" She huffed, storming back out the layout room to find Grissom.
"Good to have the whole team back together again." Sara laughed in a sarcastic tone.
"Yeah," I agreed, rolling my eyes. "Have you seen Nick today?"
"Yeah, he's working with Grissom on a double homicide or something. So you finally got Nick to go to a gay bar with you, huh?"
"No . . . he was . . . walking by." I lied, even though she already knew about us. "Is everyone else talking about us?"
"Not so much, Warrick made up a story that you called Nick to help you out with your car..."
"Is he freaked by us?"
"I don't know . . . a little shocked perhaps, but not squicky freaked. He hasn't really talked about it to be honest with you." Placing a comforting hand on my shoulder, Sara softly smiled. "Don't worry about it Greg. Warrick's not the kinda guy to hold grudges. I'm sure once the shock phase is over, he'll be back to his normal cheerful self around you guys."
"I hope your right. I'm more worried about Nick. His first gay bar and he's outted to the entire rescue squad and police department."
"Ha, so it was his first gay bar?" She chuckled.
"No." I badly lied again, backing up slowly towards the door. "He was just . . . passing by." I slipped out the door, watching Sara's smile widen as I slowly made my way off down the hall towards the locker room. Just one more hour then I can go home! I excitedly declared as I stepped past the clock in the hall.
"Hey Greggo," Warrick smiled up at me. He was sat on the bench in the locker room, tying his laces of his smart shoes, while his muddy work boots sat beside him on the floor.
"How was the B&E?" I awkwardly asked. Sorry I slept with your best friend, just doesn't really cover it.
"Suspect decided to stash his goods in the sewer and run. Figured he'd come back for it later, but we found it first."
"Ooh." I nodded; thankful he was still talking to me as I made my way towards my locker.
"So Greg," Warrick pushed the locker room door shut so we were completely alone. I gulped hard as the tall dark man took a few steps closer to me. "You lied to me."
"When?" I trembled at the sound of his hard masculine voice.
"I asked you if you had a thing for Nick and you said no."
"So I did, but I..." Warrick shook his head, immediately silencing me. "Nick said..." I tried to explain again.
"Shh." He insisted. "So . . . how long have you guys been lying to me?"
"We weren't..."
"You were sleeping with my best friend? Were you not?" He began to interrogate me, making me feel weak as he towered over me.
"Yes, but..."
"Shh . . . no excuses Greg," He silenced me with a stern finger shake. "Why did you guys lie to me?"
"We weren't lying to you..."
"Have you been sleeping with him?" He cut me off again. I could only nod as the larger man advanced closer to me, backing me up into the locker room wall behind me. "Then you have been lying to me Greggo. You and Nick both. Why'd you keep this from me? Did you think I wouldn't understand?"
"Actually we've only just got together." Almost four months now, but that's still only just!
"So, why didn't you guys tell me?"
"Well Nick's only just starting to get comfortable in his sexuality . . . we haven't told anybody."
"How come Sara knew then?" He asked, focusing his eyes on mine as my forehead started to sweat.
"I...I don't know . . . does Sara know?"
"Everybody knows now Sanders . . . I don't like people talking about my best friend like this."
"Like what?" I asked, stuffing my hands into my pockets to keep them from shaking as the very intimidating man took another step closer to me.
"It doesn't matter what they're saying Greg . . . Nick's my friend." Nervously chomping on his lower lip, he awkwardly looked up at me. "And so are you."
A wide smile spread across my face. "Seriously?"
"Don't get too excited there Sanders." He cautioned me. "I'm still pissed that you guys didn't tell me." Warrick took a step back, slowly turning to stuff his muddy boots into his locker. "But I gotcha backs." He softly smiled round at me then walked out the locker room just as Nick walked in. They exchanged a half smile to each other, barely making eye contact.
Nick looked at me once Warrick was gone, probably wondering why I was still up against the wall. "You okay G?"
"Uh huh." I gulped hard as I nodded, trying not to sound like a frightened little mouse.
"What are you doin'?"
"Leaning," I struggled not to laugh at the ridiculousness of myself. "What are you doing?"
"I finished my case; Grissom said I could go home, catch some more sleep. Yah comin'?" He asked, pulling his jacket from his locker.
"Only if we go to my place, I really need a change of clothes."
"Okay. Meet you by my car in five minutes." I nodded watching him walk away.
I scratched at the flaky skin on my arms as I pulled my coat and bag from my locker. The burns no longer hurt, just itched like crazy. "Stop scratchin'." I kept hearing Nick's voice scolding me in my head. I couldn't say he had no idea how much they itched, because his were a lot worse.
"I said five minutes." Nick noted, checking his watch.
"My watch is a minute faster than yours."
"That would have explained it, but you took twelve minutes." He laughed, pulling open the passenger side door.
"Eleven minutes actually . . . I can't be on time for everything." I smirked, climbing into the car. Nick shut the door on me, rolling his eyes with a wide grin on his face as he made his way round to the driver's side door.
He subconsciously checked the door for the same wired bomb device that was on mine before he climbed in, just like he did when he drove us into work last night. He then cautiously started up the car, checking all the dials and things before he drove us off home to my apartment.
Nick bravely held my hand as we walked off through the lobby, getting an odd look from the desk clerk as we passed by towards the elevator. Nick really was going all out with the new found confidence to express his gayness and love for me to anyone. Not that I minded of course, I'm just worried that word might get back to his parents or even Starla.
They might be a little less understanding then everyone else.
Once inside my apartment we crashed back on the sofa with a few beers and microwave burritos to relax after the long shift at work. Neither one of us felt like cooking and Nick didn't complain that it wasn't healthy for once, so it was a very enjoyable meal.
"Did you talk to Warrick today?" I asked, relaxing back against Nick's chest as he circled his arms around me.
"Exchanged words . . . I wouldn't exactly call it talkin' though, why did you?"
"Not so much. He was pretty pissed that we didn't tell him about us."
"That what you guys were talkin' about when I came in?"
"Yep," I nodded, taking the last swig of my beer. "He's not freaked out or anything . . . he's just pissed we didn't trust him enough to tell him."
"Maybe I should talk to him?"
"Give him time . . . he'll come around. I have a feeling he'll side with us if push comes to shove with the others."
"You do, do yah?" He smiled, gently running his fingers through my hair. "How'd you figure that one out then genius?"
"It's the best friend's duty to defend his friend's honour." I smiled up at him.
"Okay Einstein. Are you tired?"
"Not so much . . . you?" He answered by sliding his hands across the front of my jeans. "Take that as a no?" I grinned up at him.
"Well I have missed you . . . not to mention the lack of sex we've been havin' lately."
"You're keeping track?"
"No, I'm just cravin' you." He sweetly smiled. "And I was thinkin' . . . you know I suggested we try it reverse roles."
"You still want to?"
He took a moment in deep thought then nodded as a wide grin beamed from his lips. "I definitely still want to."
"You're getting gayer by the minute Nicky." I teased him.
"Hey, you're the one that took me to the secret club," He laughed. "Now I've gotta taste of it, I wonna go all the way."
"First things first," I climbed off the sofa, clicking the TV off as I pulled Nick to his feet, leading him off down the hall to my room. I gently pushed him off in the direction of the bed, to make him sit down. He watched me routing around in the closet, wondering what I was doing.
"There's homework to becomin' gay?"
"Yeah." I retrieved the object I was looking for, stripping it from its packaging.
"You have a vibrator?" He asked slightly shocked as I made my way back towards him.
"They're not just for women Nick," I smiled sweetly at his confused expression. "Men use them too, even straight men."
"You want me to use it?" I watched his eyes slowly widening.
"Relax, I'm not going to force you Nick. You said you'd want to try it with me. Before we do though, you should try a vibrator."
"Add this to the list of conversations I thought I'd never have." He laughed through his awkwardness. "How will this help me?"
"If you don't like a vibrator shoved up your," I patted my bum with my hand. "Then you're certainly not gonna like me in there."
"Okay." Nick laughed again, rolling his eyes at me. "How do you..." He nervously spoke, blushing slightly as he looked over the object in his hands.
"Do you want to watch me use it? Then you can use it by yourself until you get more confident?" I suggested. He looked into my eyes a moment then gave me one slight nod of his head. "You sure?"
"Yeah, if your okay doin' it in front of me."
I smiled thinking it was actually one of my fantasies to have him watch me. I propped the pillows up against the headboard, stripping my jeans and t-shirt off. Nick was already getting nervous, just by watching me stripping down to my boxers. I crawled further onto the bed, shedding my boxers as I sat against the propped up pillows. I motioned for Nick to sit at the foot of the bed so he had the perfect view of me. I felt excited just by getting into position in front of him. I slowly clicked the vibrator on, running it across my chest and stomach first as I watched the lust growing in Nick's eyes, making me even harder.
Having someone watching me made it so much more pleasurable.
I ran the vibrator across each of my nipples, feeling my breathing beginning to increase as the slight waves of pleasure shock through my body. Nick clenched his teeth into his lower lip as he ran his eyes across my figure. I slowly moved the vibrator down towards my legs, gently massaging the inside of my thigh as I slowly moved it up towards my hard shaft. I didn't stop there though, watching the desperate wanting look in Nick's eyes, I continued to explore my body with it, motivated by Nick's intense staring. I knocked the vibrator up to the next speed setting, sliding it across my inner thigh again as a stuttered moan escaped my lips.
Nick closed his eyes a brief moment as though he was trying to control himself.
I moved the vibrator to my sensitive pelvic bone, running my free hand across my chest to caress myself. I experimented with the different speeds across my body once again, getting Nick even more worked up by the second.
It was so fun to torture him like this!
I raised my knees slightly higher, starting to stimulate my prostate in full view of Nick. He closed his eyes again as he tried to stifle a moan from his hungry lips, reopening his eyes again quickly in case he missed anything. I clicked the vibrator off, grabbing for the lubricant off the side. Nick looked slightly disappointed as I had stopped. He bit his lower lip, patiently waiting as I quickly slicked up the vibrator before I attempted to push it inside of me.
I started out slow, slowly starting to stimulate my prostate again, watching Nick's eyes as I gently applied a little more pressure at a time, feeling it slowly slipping inside of me. I arched my chest up, clicking the vibrator back on to a low setting as I gently pushed it deeper inside of me.
One of Nick's hands slid down the front of his own jeans to cup his crotch as he watched me.
I experimented with the speed again while it was inside of me. It didn't feel anywhere near as good as Nick felt inside of me, but having Nick watch me was hot as hell.
I continued to torment him for another few minutes until I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted Nick.
I slowly pulled the vibrator out of me, looking up at Nick. He looked shocked that I stopped, but I wanted him to finish me off. "What did you stop for?" He asked in disappointment.
"I want you now." I grabbed a condom from the draw, waving it around in front of him. "Do you want to?"
Nick immediately pulled his t-shirt up over his head then removed his jeans and boxers, pulling the condom onto his already hard shaft. I grabbed the lubricant, squeezing some onto my fingers to gently rub across Nick's shaft.
Nick knelt down between my legs, getting into position to enter me. I rested my legs over his splayed thighs, kissing him hungrily as he slid so smoothly inside of me. Nick wrapped his arms around me beginning to thrust into me ever so gently to start, striking my prostate every time.
It wasn't long before we both lost control.
Nick moaned my name against my lips as he came inside of me. I started to shudder against him, releasing my warm seed between us. Nick smiled widely as he looked into my eyes, returning to kiss me softly as he pulled out of me, tossing the condom into the wastebasket. I grabbed for the Kleenex to clean myself and him off, pulling him back into my arms against the pillows.
"Mmmm, that was freakin' hot." He rasped, resting his head on my shoulder as he wrapped his arms around my waist.
"Think you could do it?"
"Not in front of you . . . I'm not that brave." He smiled up at me.
"You can try it by yourself at first."
"Would you really want to have sex with me if I do like it though?"
"Of course." I smiled down at him. "I'd do anything for you Nicky. You know if we did do this you'd be one hundred percent gay."
"True, maybe I should start watchin' gay porn too?" He laughed. "Then I'd get my full membership into the club."
"It's good you can laugh about this now." I smiled, brushing my fingers softly through his hair. "You know what sex position I've always wanted to try?"
"No, what?" He asked curiously, eager to learn more.
"The sleeper." He looked at me a moment trying to think, but from his facial expression he didn't know what it was. "Lay on your back with your knees bent." I instructed him, rolling out from under him.
Nick repositioned the pillows behind him then lay flat on his back, bending his knees slightly as I instructed. I climbed on top of him, laying my back flat against his chest, bending my knees either side of his then lifted his arms to wrap them around my waist. "This is the sleeper?" He asked, tightening his grip to fit snugly around me.
"Yep," I rested my head back against his shoulder, looking up at his beautiful eyes. "It requires minimal movements and it's a very intimate position for lovers," Pressing a delicate kiss to his jaw line, I stared seductively into his eyes. "Like us."
"Maybe we should try it next time." He smiled kissing me back. "I think I could sleep with you like this."
"Hence the name," I smirked. I reached for the covers, pulling them up over our bodies then pressed a kiss to Nick's cheek as we slowly drifted off to sleep together.
A few hours later I awoke craving coffee. Nick was fast asleep so I quietly got dressed then snuck out of the apartment to buy us some coffee before he woke up. I found a coffee shop just down the road, buying us some pancakes to go with the coffees. As I exited the coffee shop I looked across the street at the white van.
They are definitely following me!
I stood perfectly still a moment, staring at the two men inside as they stared right back at me. What did they want from me? Were they just trying to kill me or did they want something else?
"Ah!" I jumped as my phone rang, scaring me to death. I pulled it out of my pocket, snapping it open. "Hello?" I shakily answered, looking up to see the white van had gone in the blink of an eye. "I went to get coffee."
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