Chapter 4: Stuck

"Edward Fowler was 46 years old, married, lived in the suburbs, ran a successful veterinary clinic as head doctor and a clean wrap-sheet," Brass said, informing Greg on the details of their victim's life. Greg followed Brass down the department hallways. Brass was heading back to his office and Greg needed to get the information over to Nick where they could review what the detective dug up on their vic.

"Where'd all this information come from?" Greg asked curiously. Whenever Brass had hard facts like this it was because the vic had a wrap-sheet, but according to Brass he didn't.

"The wife, Martha Fowler. She came in to identify the late Mr. Fowler's body."

"Not a suspect then?" Greg asked, snagging the case file from Brass.

Brass shrugged noncommittally, "Don't know yet. I was gonna give you two geniuses a day or so to put a theory together before I went after Martha Stewart."

Greg pursed his lips. He wanted to find out what happened to Mr. Fowler as well. Greg firmly told himself it was just because he wanted to finish this case up as quickly as possible, for Catherine's sake. It had nothing to do with the passionate kisses that he shared last night with Nick. No- he wanted to just go on a nice long vacation, which he decided to cash in his vacation days for the second he walked into work. Yup, Greg wasn't freaked out or emotionally traumatized by the way he practically manhandled and desperately kissed Nick Stokes last night outside a shady bar. He continued to repeat this mantra in his head as he nodded to Brass. "Thanks, I'll keep you posted."

He strode down the hall toward the garage lab where he knew Nick was processing the car from yesterday. He swallowed. Usually Greg was good at the day after kind of stuff. The usual denials or no-strings-attached talk. But this was not just any random hook-up. This was Nick Stokes. This was his long-time friend and colleague. Someone he respected and admired more than anyone else in the lab and he completely embarrassed himself last night by taking advantage of Nick's semi-drunkenness and forced himself all over him. He still couldn't believe he did that! Greg didn't know where he finally got the courage to actually kiss him, let alone shove him violently against a wall and fondly him like some horny teenager.

Greg suddenly remembered his hand over Nick's fully aroused cock and how he roughly palmed him. He bit down hard on his lip nervously. And man, he thought, kneading the tense muscles in his neck, did he give Nick a serious rug and tug last night. Yet it was so amazingly hot that just thinking about it made him hard. Dear God, he thought, mortified at his own misguiding thoughts. He should be pushing these distracting thoughts aside and focusing on the task at hand. But all he heard was Nick's pleading groans, his quick intakes of breaths between each torridly hot kiss, the feel of his hard muscles pressed against his body, the tightness in Greg's own pants when he humped himself into the yielding warmth of his friend…

Greg felt the stirrings of an erection begin. He cursed, gripping the file tightly, resisting his own sexual needs. He stared at the closed lab door, fighting his own inner demons.

He had to man up right now and face the music. They still worked together and at the moment a case to solve. He took a deep breath and calmed his fluttering nerves as he walked into the lab where Nick was processing the interior of the car.

"Hey," Greg said automatically, trying to appear as casual as possible. He hadn't seen Nick all day yet and this was their first interaction since the night before.

Nick glanced up briefly, blue-blocker eye glasses on and a white lab coat over a tight black t-shirt and dark blue jeans. He stood behind the open door of the corvette with a tool in his hand as he collected evidence. Nick smiled lightly at him, "Hey back." His dark eyes traveled down the length of Greg's entire body. He physically shivered under the heat of Nick's gaze. He wanted to run and jump into an icy cold shower after Nick smoldered him with those intensely rich dark eyes.

Nick noticed the file in his hand, "What'd you find out from Brass?"

Greg inhaled sharply, his nervous energy filling him as he rushed out. "Ah- nothing suspicious at the moment. Edward Fowler was happily married to Martha Fowler and ran his own veterinary clinic off the strip as head doc."

Nick stared at him curiously, "So you're saying the vet flipped his vet?" he asked incredulously.

Greg snorted, resisting the urge to laugh, "possibly."

Nick chuckled and returned his riveting gaze back to the car. Greg felt his whole body let out a relieved sigh.

"So- have you found anything?" he asked, slipping on a pair of his own latex gloves and heading over to the opposite end of the car- away from Nick.

"Not much yet," Nick said grumpily. "The vehicle has been processed and pretty much blood free. The only blood I found was outside the car or on the glass from the window. He might have got a shard of window glass imbedded in his skull- but I think the flip of the car, rolling downhill, might have actually killed him." Nick gestured to the front of the corvette. "The whole front end has been busted in and trying to find anything that might have caused the fall on the driver's end is proving near impossible."

"Do you want me to check the engine? See if anything was wrong with the car when the collision happened?" Greg asked, already beginning to move toward the front of the mangled corvette. Yet unsure of where to start.

"Yeah, go ahead… damnit…" Nick grumbled angrily as Greg heard a sound of tearing cloth. He glanced over to Nick. He was leaning far in inside the front of the convertible, near the dashboard. Greg heard another curse and more tearing. He quickly moved to Nick's side.

"You okay?"

Nick grunted, "I'm stuck… god damnit…" he cursed more viciously this time. Greg saw Nick pull frantically at his arm which from Greg's angle, appeared wedged into the ruined remains of the dashboard. Greg ran over to the passenger side and opened the door, it nearly fell off on its hinges, but that's what happens to a car when it goes over the side of a mountain.

"Let me see," Greg said moving inside the car to see Nick's face taunt with anger and his arm firmly caught in the mangled metal and plastic of the dashboard.

Nick tossed his blue glasses off carelessly onto the car seat, already to the point of frustration. "I can't believe this," he muttered more to himself than Greg.

"Here," he said, awkwardly grabbing at Nick's arm and pulling up. But from his angle in the car, it didn't help much. He needed leverage. If he could squeeze his hand in the small space between Nick's arm and the damaged car, he might be able to free him without pulling out a saw to cut him free. But not from this angle. Thinking quickly, Greg got out of the car and back over to Nick.

He slipped underneath him, his back brushing up against his chest and fitting himself snuggly into Nick as he reached inside the car. "What are you…?" Nick trailed off as he realized what Greg was doing.

"I think I can slip my hand in there and pull you out," Greg explained absently, as his side brushed against Nick's stomach as he tried to give him room to maneuver. Nick's right arm was caught in the dash, so Greg pushed himself up under Nick's left arm and torso inside the car. It was as if Nick had been reaching for something and got stuck halfway. Greg was now firmly sandwiched inside with Nick's warm breath tickling against his back. A flutter shot through his stomach as Nick rested his left hand on his side.

In any other setting, this position would be quite sexual, Greg tried not to think of this as he attempted to free Nick's arm. After a few tries, and still unable to get at his arm out yet he bent low at the waist and got on his knees inside the car, his butt pressed up against Nick's stomach. A sharp surge of arousal hit him as he realized just how vulnerable he made himself in Nick's arms. He frantically tried to push this thought away, not wanting to get sexually aroused. Not now! Yet his cock had a mind of its own. The feel of Nick's warm body pressing up against his, his hot breath against his back, his hand gripping into his side… Greg's groin hardened.

Greg instantly reached out and tried to pull Nick free. But his arm wouldn't budge. He pulled harder, using his muscles and whole body this time. He jerked, bouncing the car. Nick groaned.

"Did I hurt you?" Greg asked, suddenly stopping his movements. Nick's grip had tightened around his side, his fingers digging into him.

"No…" Nick said, sounding slightly breathless.

Greg took a breath, his heart racing but he tried again, needing to get out of this situation and fast, especially before his bonner humiliated him. He pulled harder, rocking himself into Nick, his muscles tensing. Nick's hand on his side suddenly pulled him back down again, this time he felt a rather hard, bulging impression of a stiffening cock pressin into his butt. Greg gasped out, his arousal instantly hardening. Nick was fully aroused. Now so was Greg.

"Greg…" Nick said in a trembling voice, "can you pull me out of there?"

Greg swallowed, his body shaking with such sexual need that he dug his other hand into the cushion of the seat. "Yeah…" he replied breathlessly.

Suddenly he felt Nick's face burying into his upper back, as though fighting himself.

"It's okay…" Greg heard himself say. Though he knew that Nick's arousal probably hadn't been intentional and having Greg in this position was just simply wrong place, wrong time, especially after what they shared last night.

He pushed his hand inside the small opening besides Nick's arm and pulled at the metal and destroyed plastic. He loosened some of the pieces and then attempted to pull Nick out again. He yanked him, his body's momentum pushing into Nick. Nick let out a breath as Greg felt him surge his cock forward again, this time harder and intentional. Greg gasped, his body becoming feverish, knowing Nick's intentions now were completely sexual. He was so turned on by this that Greg couldn't move. He felt Nick's free hand move around and clasp his upper chest, roughly grabbing him as he pumped forward once more, mimicking the motions of love making.

Greg felt his cock stiffen so suddenly at the tip that he knew he precame. Nick heard his little gasping sounds and groaned into the back of Greg's shirt, quickening his pace. If they weren't wearing clothes, Nick would be fucking him. The thought nearly drove Greg off the deep end. Nick clung to him, humping and grinding himself into his backside. Greg moaned out his name, wanting there to be no clothes blocking them, nothing in their way but flesh on flesh… he could almost feel Nick's dick inside him as he pushed and pushed, his pace faster and harder with each thrust. It was dry humping at its best. Greg's erection was on the near edge of bursting. The tension had grown, twisting his gut and clawing at him with utter abandon. He wanted to give in. He wanted to let Nick take him- right there, right now…

Suddenly Nick's right arm struggled in the mangled ruins of the dashboard and managed to pull out. His lab coat was tore at the end and his hand was slightly red, but other than that it appeared uninjured.

Then just as suddenly Nick pulled him out of the car and dragged him by the shirt into the wall of his chest and kissed him with such searing intensity, all Greg could do was stand there and take the attack. Nick pivoted his head, tasting every inch of his mouth with such thoroughness, Greg felt dizzy. To steady himself he clung to Nick's shoulder, letting his mouth be devoured over and over… Nick tasted of pure male and utter confidence. He tasted heavenly to Greg. His heart melted as their tongues tangled and their bodies hungrily pressed into each other. He couldn't ever remember wanting anyone more than Nick. And now he was his, if only for a brief moment.

Greg heard footsteps down the hallway. It sounded distinctly of high heels. Catherine. Greg's heart leapt into his throat and he broke free of Nick's hold. Nick too must have heard the same thing because he shot a look to the lab door and back to him, panicked. Yet as the sound continued, they listened carefully as the clacking high-heels walked right past their lab.

He let out a heavy sigh and ran a hand through his short cropped hair, frazzled. He saw the relief on Nick's handsome face, releasing the tension from his broad shoulders.

After the moment had past, Greg could only stare, unsure of what to say.

Nick's warm gaze moved to him, soft and open. "If I read our reactions as evidence, I'd say we're pretty hot for each other."

Greg couldn't contain the burst of laughter that came out of him. He was probably just hysterical from the overwhelming sexual desire pulsating through his body and brain. "Yeah, that's a reasonable conclusion." He smiled sheepishly, flushed beat red. "So what are we gonna do?" He asked this, believing Nick would take the supervisor route and say- 'no more'. It was the responsible path to take in Greg's mind. They couldn't work together if they were constantly wanting to do that every time they past each other in the hallway.

Nick had to tell him flat out- no and that this should never happen again. Greg would respect that decision. No, was no. Besides he didn't want to jeopardize anything to ruin their friendship, no matter how badly he wanted to continue tasting Nick's delicious mouth. And it's not like Nick really wanted him anyway. They were both totally straight and Nick had probably countless ladies lined up just waiting for his smoldering eyes to land on them. Greg was a momentary distraction. Nothing more.

A painful jolt racked his body at the thought of Nick rejecting him. But what could they do? Ignore it, that's what. Go back to their achingly normal relationship, to Greg's dismay.

Nick seemed to be pondering this same question then he threw a sudden, unexpected curveball. "How 'bout my place tonight after work?"

Greg gaped at him.

Nick shrugged and then smiled in slight amusement, "We follow the evidence, G."

"And the evidence it leading us to your house?" Greg asked incredulously.

Nick licked his bottom lip and gave Greg the most smoldering gaze ever. "No- it's leading me to a broom closet down the hallway where I could take you right now. But I have a little more decency then that, so I'm asking if you'd like to see me tonight- which just happens to be at my place."

Greg could only stare back, wide-eyed and shocked. He never expected that response. And it excited the hell out of him. He nodded numbly, "okay…"

Nick's devilishly handsome face broke out in a sensual smile, "good- now, let's focus on work and maybe we can sneak out early."

Greg, still shocked, simply nodded again and watched as Nick slipped his glasses back on and rounded the front of the corvette, snagging a flashlight and a new set of gloves.

TBC

**I hope everyone has been enjoying my story so far... I just can't tell- I need some feedback Nick/Greg slash fans! Plz comment or review! It will be much appreciated!

~kidneythieves