"What's one thin you've always wanted to do?" Nick asked after they'd finished eating, desperate to get to know more about Greg and how his mind worked.
Greg considered this as he balanced his drink on his stomach. "There are two things," He responded softly, finally deciding to tell him the truth.
Nick nodded. "And they are?" He sat up, trying to not appear too eager.
"Skydiving." Greg answered, his nerves making him unable to admit the truth right away.
Surprised Nick glanced at him, turning away from the television. "You've never been skydiving?" He seemed shocked, Greg always seemed so adventurous and willing to try absolutely everything; maybe he had just as much fear in him as Nick did.
Greg shook his head, "I've been paragliding, parasailing which I suppose is the same thing and bungee jumping." He smiled lightly.
"What stopped you?" Nick questioned arching an eyebrow.
"It wasn't on the top of my list," Greg explained easily.
Nick nodded in acknowledgement, still curious, unable to help himself. "What is on the top of the list?"
Greg blushed lightly. "Nothing you need to known about," He mumbled, chickening out, he beat himself up.
Intrigued Nick moved so he was sitting next to Greg on the couch and could further prod him into telling the truth. "What is it?" He coaxed poking the younger CSI with one finger, his own playfulness surprising him.
"Nothing," Greg responded poking him back, grinning wider. "None of your business Stokes," He told him mock gravely.
Nick made a face, his curiosity making him want to shake the younger man. "C'mon G, you can trust me, what's on your list?" He asked, allowing himself to be serious and concerned.
"To tell people at work that I'm more interested in boys than girls." Greg said softly, eyes lowered to his hands that had begun shaking, he sighed softly and closed his eyes briefly so that he didn't have to face his own weakness.
Nick covered one of Greg's hands with his own then held it, squeezing gently. "They'll stop," He murmured, echoing Greg's earlier word.
Greg couldn't help the small smile that graced his lips at Nick's words. "You don't care?" He seemed stunned, what if all along he'd actually been hiding who he was and no one even cared.
"I care that you thought none of us knew Greg and none of us care," Nick explained, wanting Greg to understand that the reason everyone cared about Greg was because he was Greg, and that was all that mattered.
Greg looked shocked, he stared at Nick, mouth dropped open, thoughts racing through his mind quickly. "No one cares," He muttered, feeling almost tearful at the happiness welling inside of him.
Nick merely smiled waiting for Greg to come to terms with what he had just been told, understanding how hard it must be because they had all seen how hard it was for Greg to hide his true feelings.
"How did you know?" Greg managed to choke out, resisting the urge to curl up into a ball and cry, or maybe run home to his mother.
"It's kind of hard not to notice someone undressing you with their eyes every time you enter the room like you do me and Warrick," Nick explained, his thoughts floating out of his mouth before he could even try and stop them.
Greg turned bright red, his hand trembling in Nick's. "I'm sorry; I didn't think you'd notice." He lowered his eyes, not wanting to see the disgust that might be decorating Nick's face, marring his handsome features.
Nick ran his thumb lightly along the back of Greg's hand. "Do you know what the difference between a seasoned CSI and a new CSI is Greg?" He decided to take the plunge, sick of hiding.
Greg shook his head. "I suppose not."
"A seasoned CSI notices when a lab tech wants to have sex with them but a lab tech or any new CSI doesn't notice when a seasoned CSI wants to fuck them," Nick said bluntly, shocked at his own seriousness.
Greg coughed roughly, realising he probably shouldn't have tried to take a drink, he rubbed his throat, feeling it burn and wondered if he'd been hallucinating the entire time.
Nick rubbed his back soothingly. "Are you alright G? I didn't mean to lay it all on you at once like that."
Calming down Greg took another drink, his throat burning, "I'm alright, just a little shocked is all." He admitted, sighing softly, realizing he'd just made a fool of himself in front of Nick.
"I would be too if I were you," Nick told him. "Do you need a minute to think about it?" He looked concerned.
Greg shook his head, squeezing Nick's hand lightly.
"What do you want?" Nick asked, noticing the odd look in Greg's eye.
Taking a deep breath Greg looked at Nick. "I want the top of my list." He managed to say, worried about how Nick would react.
"Go ahead," Nick prompted, suddenly nervous by what might happen between the two of them.
Greg pushed himself up slightly, using the back of the couch and put his drink down, his hands still shaking slightly. He leaned towards Nick, his usual quirky grin in place and kissed him softly, moving his lips against the Texan's.
Nick slid one hand down Greg's back gripping lightly, not pulling him closer yet, he returned the kiss pressing his lip's firmly against the younger man's, wanting to engulf Greg in his arms and never let go, the easiness of their kiss surprising him. The feel of Greg's lips feeling like home, warmth and serenity, his mind suddenly at ease.
Making a soft noise Greg let go of the back of the couch allowing his body to rest against Nick's slightly, the electricity in Nick's touch making him come alive.
Nick smiled against Greg's lips before nipping at the bottom one lightly, remembering how the other man had joked around about liking it rough.
Allowing his lips to part Greg sucked Nick's tongue into his mouth amazed at what was happening. Only in his wildest dreams had he imagined Nick returning his feelings, he managed to pinch himself lightly, trying to make sure that it was actually real and not just another dream.
Deepening the kiss Nick cupped the back of Greg's neck trying to get him closer, an unknown need filling him.
Greg moaned softly pressing himself into Nick. He pulled back a few minutes later panting roughly, "Jesus," He muttered, looking down at Nick.
"Yeah," Nick gasped out, the tip of his fingers ghosting across the exposed skin of Greg's back, the softness of it skin warming his hand and dragging him out of the stupor he'd been in for weeks.
Shivering slightly Greg bit his bottom lip, his eyes seeming darker than before. "Nick, I…" He halted, unsure if the older man would be ready to take that step.
"You want more," Nick replied, finishing his sentence for him, his voice low and husky, his accent seeming heavy even to his own ears.
Greg nodded, "You?" He questioned nervousness in his eyes.
Nick sat up and pulled Greg off the couch leading him towards the bedroom. "Of course I do." He answered, willing to take the plunge and try with Greg, to have Greg in his life for more than just a one night stand.