Chapter 8: Movin' In Slow
Greg felt past the point of exhausted and then some. His whole body was sun burnt making him shift uncomfortably underneath his own clothes. Damn, what he would've given to taken an icy cold shower and the rest of the day off. Especially after spending two hours at the hospital being tested for rabies- a test he could've done himself but Catherine had insisted he go hospital. And Nick.
Greg hesitated in front of his desk now, seeing his white bandaged forearm, thinking of how Nick held him earlier. So possessive and so achingly tender. Greg felt breathless with excitement and nervous energy. He'd never seen Nick act like that before. Sure they had some serious sexual chemistry between them but nothing like this. Now Greg didn't have the slightest idea how to react without over-reacting.
Brass made Nick stay at the crime scene while Greg went and got checked out. He hadn't seen him yet and assumed he might still be at the scene. God, he thought, Greg would've given anything to see Nick right now. He calming smile and warm brown eyes. He wanted those strong arms wrapped around him, holding him, touching him… He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. He couldn't get his mind off that hot Texan and it was driving him insane. It had gotten complicated and to make matters worse he still didn't know how Nick felt about him, other than sexual need and physical concern.
Greg was afraid to invest his emotions into another un-happy ending. He just couldn't bare it again.
It had been a long day and he was running on low fumes. Maybe he should just go home… Why did he have to play the macho-man hero and stick out the rest of the day after barely out running a wild dog and getting his arm nearly bitten off?
"Greg! Why aren't you at home right now?" He turned to see Hodges staring at him, surprised. "I heard you were attacked by a pack of wild dogs!"
Greg snorted, "No- just a dog. And I escaped with my life, don't worry."
Hodges eyed him disbelieving, "Well, that's not what's going around the lab."
Greg tried to contain his snappish anger and curtly closed the case file in his good hand. "Hodges, can you tell Catherine I'm taking the rest of the day off?"
Hodges nodded obediently, "Sure- no problem."
Greg began collecting his things and headed out of his office when Hodges voice stopped him at the doorway. "Hey Greg," Hodges said as Greg stared at him, thoroughly exhausted.
"What?"
"Are you seeing somebody?"
Greg's eyebrows lifted in surprise, he opened his mouth to retort no, but it didn't come out. He just stared at him, disconcerted.
Hodges suddenly smirked, "I just couldn't help but notice the rather large bruise on your neck. So unless the dog bit you there too… the only conclusion is that you were with someone- recently."
Greg instinctively brushed a hand over his neck, remembering how aggressive Nick got last night. Their desperate need for one another made them reckless and careless. And smokin' hot. But they couldn't risk the crime lab finding out about their relationship, especially after the whole Grissom and Sarah thing. Greg suddenly paused. What the hell was he thinking? He didn't have a relationship with Nick. It was just sex. And who says there would even be a next time? He could only be so lucky, he told himself.
"Aw-ha!" Hodges said excitedly, "Tell me who she is! Is it someone here in the department? Lab?"
Greg's face flushed and he pulled his hand away from the love mark on his neck.
"It is!" Hodges squealed, "oh man, it's been forever since anything this cool has happened around here. Well at least to one of us lab-geeks. In your case, 'former' lab-geek."
Greg swallowed the lump in his throat before he answered, "It's no one here, Hodges."
Hodges chuckled knowingly, "Nice try, Sanders. C'mon spill," he demanded. "Because I already have a theory on who gave you that."
Fear side-swiped him hard in the gut. Greg took a quick step forward, alarmed. "Who?" He asked curtly. He couldn't risk this getting out. What Nick and him shared was private and complicated. The last thing they both needed was the whole friggin workplace gossiping about them like high schoolers.
Hodges smiled mischievously, "Heather."
Greg frowned, "Who's Heather?"
Hodges face deflated right in front of him, "my intern."
Greg let out a bent up breath, feeling elated that Hodges didn't figure anything out. He was after all a lab geek, not an actual investigator. "I'll see yah later, Hodges," he said dismissively as he walked out the door.
"Well- if it's not her, who?" Hodges asked whiningly.
Greg woke with a jolt. Someone was pounding furiously at his apartment door. He rolled over on his side and grabbed his cell phone. He glanced at the time, it was late and he had several missed calls.
Greg cursed himself. He must have overslept his alarm and not even heard his phone ringing. He rubbed a weary hand over his face, pinching the brim of his nose, trying to clear his sleep fogged mind. He had only planned on sleeping a few hours instead he slept well into the next day. He didn't realize how exhausted he was.
He stumbled out of bed, almost tripping over the covers on the floor. He didn't bother grabbing a shirt, instead just headed straight to the door in his boxers. He wanted the banging to stop. He mumbled groggily as he opened the door, feeling angry that this inconsiderate individual cut into his sleep. But when he saw Nick's handsome face staring back at him, all anger drained away.
He did however notice the absolute fury on Nick's face.
"Why didn't you answer your phone?" he asked irritably.
Greg pushed the palm of his hand into his eyes, rubbing away the sleep, trying to get coherent. "I dunno- I guess I slept through it."
"Clearly," he drawled out, "you gonna let me in?"
"Yeah," Greg stepped back from the door. Nick brushed past him, his scent filling the space between them, flooding Greg with images the night that scent rubbed all over his body.
Nick was dressed in casual clothes, t-shirt and jeans, cowboy boots and the silver ring and bracelet on his hand. He looked just as sun-burnt and tired as Greg felt earlier. They were certainly a pair.
"You want somethin' to drink?" Greg asked absently, unsure of what to do now that Nick stood in his living room.
Nick had been surveying the room when he turned to lock his gaze on him. Greg abruptly realized then he was standing in only boxers, his chest bare and his semi-nudity was obviously having an effect on Nick. His eyes darken with heavy desire and his tongue flicked briefly over his lower lip. Greg's stomach twisted anxiously and his own emotions bubbled to the surface. But he needed to be strong right now. He didn't want to give into temptation and just fall into hot, steamy sex again. No matter how badly he wanted it. They needed to set ground rules or talk or something…
"Nick…" he began cautiously. But the older man's intense gaze seemed locked on him as he moved slowly towards him. "We need to talk…"
"I know," he replied huskily. Nick's warm breath fanned his face as Greg instinctively tilted his lips towards his, not wanting to fight the desire clawing at his belly. He saw the determination etched on Nick's face as the muscles in his jaw flexed. He too seemed to be fighting something inside him, but what- Greg wasn't sure. Greg reached out slowly, touching his hand and then trailing up his solid arm, holding him tightly, needing him desperately but not wanting to make the first move. He needed Nick to do it. He needed Nick to want him just as badly.
Greg watched Nick step forward and capture his mouth hesitantly. Slowly, carefully, as if Greg would flee or break. Suddenly it was Nick who broke. He grabbed desperately to him, trembling and furiously kissing him. Greg held tight, unsure of what else to do. He opened his mouth to the onslaught, loving the feel of those soft lips against his, forcing him with demanding insistence. He felt his cock stiffen, his body shake with desire.
Nick's fingers hugged the side of his face as he pulled away briefly, his forehead resting against his. "You scared the hell of me today, Greg."
Greg's heart clenched. He couldn't speak though, afraid he would break this spell Nick was under.
"Next time you try and out run a damn dog, make sure you get there first."
Greg chuckled, shifting closer, letting their bodies touch. Nick sighed, giving in and reclaiming his lips yet again, this time softer. Greg melted in his arms like a simpering love struck kid. Love struck… oh God, he realized achingly. He loved Nick. He did. He'd loved him. His heart fluttered inside his chest.
"You're okay though, right?" Nick asked, their eyes locking.
Greg nodded weakly, still stunned at his revelation. Why'd he have to go and fall in love? He knew he wasn't suppose to! He thought he'd learned his lesson by now.
"What's up?" Nick asked concerned.
Greg sighed and stepped away, unable to keep touching him without bursting into flames. He needed air- space- anything to escape this growing emotion inside him. Had he loved Nick all along? Had it only now finally broken through and flooded his brain because he actually had Nick wrapped in his arms instead of casual work friends? Oh God! He knew that was suddenly the truth. He had wanted him and loved him for so long…years even…
"I need a drink," he breathed out uneasily and walked in the kitchen, pulling out a large bottle of whiskey.
"Okay…" Nick followed, watching him curiously. "What's wrong? Something's up."
Greg poured himself a double and quickly shot it down. Nick seemed impressed, but still suspicious.
"Okay- not to sound too girlish, but I was serious on the whole, 'we need to talk about this' thing." Greg finally said, his throat burning from the harsh whiskey.
"Fair enough," Nick replied, snagging the bottle himself and pouring into Greg's glass before shooting it down. "What's to talk about?"
Greg shifted uncomfortably, staring at the incredibly handsome, sexy Texan and wanting to throw him against the nearest wall and ravish him. He fondly remembered their moment at the bar and how Greg had done just that, surprising them both.
"Us- we're what… now?" Greg asked tentatively, afraid of the answer but just as afraid of not getting one. He needed the truth. Good or bad.
Nick frowned slightly at this. Not seeming pleased. "What do you think, Greg?"
"I don't know. That's why I asked you."
Nick let out a long sigh, pushing the shot glass away and straightening. "I'll be whatever you want me to be. You want me to be the occasional romp- fine. You want me to be your lover, even better." He hesitated, stepping closer, his body suddenly overwhelming Greg's senses. The way he purred lover, made the hair on the back of Greg's neck stand on end. Yet Nick's voice deepen when he drawled, "you want me to be with you… as your boyfriend…?" Nick hummed in approval at this and moved in slowly towards him, taking his lips and making out with him with agonizing sensuality. Greg physically shivered. Nick pulled away from their kiss in complete and utter control of him whether he realized it or not.
"Whatever you want, Greg- I'm yours," he whispered. "You just have to decide which."
Nick sucked his lower lip, rubbing himself against Greg. "But you have to tell me now, or this goes no further." Nick was purposely trapping him with so much heat from his sinfully tempting kisses and with the prospect of wild, crazy sex that Greg had no choice but to answer.
"I want you to be mine, Nick…" Greg rushed out helplessly as Nick stroked him lightly over his boxers, his fingers briefly outlining his aching cock. "As my boyfriend…"
Nick smiled and crushed his lips onto his, finally releasing the passion that had been building inside them both. Greg gasped in surprise when Nick roughly pushed him out the kitchen and towards the bedroom. They stumbled in, both rock hard and panting. Greg felt Nick frantically pull at his boxers, while he ripped at his shirt, wanting to get naked, now. His hand traveled down the naked contours of Nick's muscled chest to his belt buckle. He felt his stomach muscles quiver and his breathing erratic. Greg suddenly felt more in control than ever. Nick was the one losing control this time.
Greg watched Nick's head fall back slightly as he loosen his belt buckle and slid his jeans down. Greg brushed a hand over his gloriously stiff penis and pushed him onto the bed. The sheets were already strewn over the floor from earlier, so it was just him and Nick on the bed, naked. He straddled Nick, their cocks rubbing and biting into each other. Nick groaned, clasping his hands on Greg's legs, arching into his flesh. Greg rocked and pumped on top of him, their cocks now ruthlessly pushing into each other. Nick let out a cry, the back of his head digging into the pillow, his whole body tense with pleasure. Greg felt the tension in his own gut, gripping him around his cock and tightening his balls. He wanted to fuck Nick and make him scream like he did to him the night before. With trembling hands, Greg yanked open his nightstand and pulled out a condom and lube. Nick hummed, now frantically bucking beneath him, their cocks fighting and bodies becoming slick with perspiration.
Greg smeared lube on the palm of his hand and reached between them, grabbing Nick's towering erection. Nick gasped when Greg viciously pulled on his member. Nick's fingers dug into his side, fighting to not break just yet as Greg mindlessly pumped. Yet it wasn't enough. Greg, harder than ever before in his life, at seeing Nick's tense face and hearing his soft groans, slid down the length of him and took his thick member into his mouth.
Nick cursed, then violently pushed forward inside his mouth. Greg took him all, lightly using his teeth and sucking him off hard. Nick panted, gasping for breath. "Greg… oh God… Greg!"
He knew Nick was on the verge of cumming, he tasted the precum in his mouth and licked the tip of his dick tauntingly. He pulled away, making Nick nearly shoot off the bed. Greg held him down, before quickly slipping on the condom and with swift movements, turning Nick onto his stomach. He wanted to claim him. He wanted to fuck him senseless so that he knew he belonged to him. Just like he wanted it. Nick wanted to know him. This is what Greg loved. He loved rough sex. He loved hard foreplay. But he loved hearing Nick's moaning pleasure and breathy sighs even more.
But most of all, he loved Nick. And he wanted him to know every aspect of him.
Nick willingly turned over and got on his hands and knees for him. Greg fingered his asshole, preparing him. Nick moaned, his body tense. "Relax, Nick…" Greg whispered as he pushed a finger inside him. Nick yelped, his muscles clenching. Greg moaned. He knew it would feel magnificent inside him, so tight…
He reached around and pulled on his cock, hoping that would relax Nick. It did. Nick moaned out his name, over and over, his body giving in to him. This excited him. The powerful man letting him take control. He felt honored and confident.
Greg positioned himself, fondly touching his ass, loving the firmness of it. Nick bucked suddenly, already close to losing complete control. Greg then moved, slamming inside him. Nick cried out and then once Greg began moving, Nick's painful groans became excited gasps. Greg slid in and out of him, harder and faster, his cock thrusting deep inside him. Suddenly his cock pulsated, nearly cumming. He gasped, wrapping a firm arm around Nick's torso and picking up speed. He squeezed Nick's dick with a bruising grip and instantly, he felt the older man's body shivered as he climaxed. It was rough and hard. Nick's hand slammed into the baseboard of the bed, moaning loudly as he cummed. Greg listened, feeling the muscles in Nick's body clench around him. He thrust harder and deeper. Not stopping, unable to. He made love to him roughly, using every ounce of strength in his body to make this last. The tension ripped into him, holding him tight and sending him spinning into the air. Greg buried himself deep in Nick before he came.
Nick breathed heavily, letting Greg orgasm inside him. Greg kept thrusting weakly, until every single wave of orgasm faded, leaving him breathless and slick with sweat. He fell away, limp and deflated. Nick too fell heavily onto the bed. Both men too tired to move and too euphoric from the earth-shattering orgasm to speak.
Greg must have fallen asleep because he awoke a few hours later, the morning light spilling in through the blinds of his windows. He rolled over and was greeted by the warm flesh of Nick, who was sleeping peacefully on his stomach, arm tucked under the pillow. Greg sighed contentedly. He felt the urge to curl up closer and join Nick back in dreamland. But they both had to get to work. And solve this case. Besides, Greg had a vacation to look forward to after this case closed. Maybe if he was lucky he could talk the Texan into joining him. The idea tantalized him as he began to get up from bed.
Suddenly he felt a strong arm wrap around his waist and hurl him back into the warmth of the bed. Nick pressed his lips into the side of his neck, "good mornin' sunshine."
Greg couldn't stop the smile that glowed on his face, "good mornin' to you. I see you stayed over."
"Is that a problem?"
"No," he glanced over his shoulder to him, "it was nice wakin' up to you."
Nick's stubble burned into his neck as he sucked and kissed, marking him, claiming him.
"You drive me insane when you do that," Greg said, biting down on his lower lip, feeling his stomach knot with lust.
"You drive me insane, especially last night," Nick responded then bit him. Greg yelped and turned to smack him when Nick caught his fist and tossed him easily onto his back and straddled him.
Greg moaned in pleasure, liking it when Nick took control of him. There was something undeniably hot about having this man dominate him. Nick smiled wickedly down at him, "I think I've got a working theory about you, Sanders…"
Greg gazed up at him dreamily, arching ever so slightly upwards, letting his cock brush into Nick's hard flesh. "Really? And what's that, Stokes?"
"You like rough sex."
Greg laughed but it was cut short when Nick leaned down and placed his lips over his nipple and sucked. Then, unexpectedly he felt Nick fingernails drag down his chest and stomach, scrapping into his flesh all the way to his groin. Greg hips jerked upwards, his cock fully saluted now.
"I guess I just proved my theory," Nick said smugly, sucking harder on his other nipple.
Greg sighed shakily, his whole body thrumming with need. "Where did you learn this?"
Nick smiled, looking up at him mischievously from his chest as he trailed biting love kisses down his chest, along his side. "We've worked enough cases in S&M clubs, Greg. And I know you. You were so interested in that stuff. I saw the way you looked at some of those people…"
Greg hesitated, thoroughly aroused, "Really?"
Nick growled, kissing his stomach, slowly making his way to his hard manhood. "Yeah, I'm not blind…" he smiled coyly, "And it always made me wonder what part you liked about it."
Greg smiled back at him, "you never asked."
"I thought it was too intimate- besides we weren't doing this at the time."
"Now that we are…?"
Nick's chuckle was sultry and husky. Greg reached out and ran his hands through his short black hair. "Now that we are… I know you like it rough. You proved it the first time we kissed, and then again last night."
Greg gasped when Nick pressed a hot, open mouthed kiss to his pelvic bone. "What do you like, Nick?" he asked in a breathy whisper, barely able to control his raging manhood between his thighs.
Nick's playfulness faded as he licked the side of Greg's erection. Suddenly he flipped him over and held him down on the bed. Greg was so hard now he whimpered into the mattress, rubbing himself into it to get some type of relief as Nick laid on top of him. "Either way works for me. But for some reason, you make me wanna do it rough." He nipped the shell of his ear, "maybe it's because we waited too damn long to do anything about this… and I can't help myself when it comes to you anymore… "
Greg trembled as Nick briefly pulled away to slip on a condom. When he returned, Greg was more than ready. Nick yanked him up on all fours and with one powerful stroke, he entered him. Greg shuddered. Nick wasn't tender or loving. He was brutal and rough. He fucked him like an animal, primal, animalistic and so hot that the second Nick pounded into him, he actually came. Nick groaned when he felt Greg tense then release, spilling uncontrollably onto the bed. Nick just slammed harder though, not through with dominating him yet. Or surprising the hell out of him. Greg never thought Nick would do something this rough with him, yet it turned them both on and they were cool with it. So Greg gripped the bed sheet, his breath choppy and labored as he let Nick pound into him like a sledgehammer.
The mattress groaned and Greg continued to tremble from the aftershocks of his orgasm, loving the sensation of Nick filling him. Each thrust was faster and harder than the last. Until finally, Nick reared back one last time and buried himself completely before reaching climax.
Nick fell on top of him, still inside him. It was the most arousing, wonderful feeling. Greg lied there, relishing it. Suddenly his cell phone rang. Greg reached and grabbed his cell phone. It was Catherine. His stomach clenched.
He answered, "Hey- Catherine."
Suddenly Nick stirred and moved away.
Greg rolled over and watched as Nick got up and began collecting his clothes. He motioned towards the bathroom for a shower and Greg nodded his approval. Nick smiled gratefully and Greg heard the shower start in his bathroom.
"Yeah, I'll be in today." He said reassuringly to Catherine. He wanted to go to work today. Any excuse to be near Nick, he'd take it. He hung up a few seconds later and decided then that he too needed a shower. And taking one with his new lover/ boyfriend was too good to pass up.
TBC
Author's Note: A surprisingly sexy chapter between those two. Please comment & review! I was kinda inspired by an episode in season 9 where Greg & Nick are going through a couple's house & discover there S&M toys- Greg makes some snarky comment about his sexual preferences to Riley & Nick shoots him a disapproving look. Gah- too good to ignore! Seriously- comment! I need some love ppl!
~kidneythieves