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Chapter 10:

Nick entered his house as quietly as he could. He was more than sure that Greg was still asleep. Nick had only been gone a grand total of forty-five minutes and Greg had been all but unconscious by that time. Nick smiled at the thought of surprising Greg. He had had some time to calm down during his drive back to his house.

He couldn't believe he had done that. He couldn't believe he had blackmailed Grissom. He had left the crime lab without a word to anyone and walked straight to his car. He sat in his driver seat, hyperventilating and a little bit panicked. He couldn't start the car for a good ten minutes afterwards.

When he did finally start his car, he drove straight to his house and walked straight into his house and now he was standing in the doorway of his room watching a sleeping Greg. He was naked safe for the sheet tangled around him.

He was cuddling Nick's pillow in a rather unmanly way. Nick smiled and took off his clothes. He didn't want to have to explain to Greg why he was home or how he'd gotten them three days off. He just wanted to strip down and get into bed next to Greg and sleep. He didn't get nearly enough sleep when Greg was around.

At least that was the plan until he heard it. A low moan and it was coming from Greg's direction. Nick stopped in his tracks and cocked any eyebrow. Greg was squirming around in bed a little.

Nick watched him and heard another moan come from him. He was definitely moving around. His eyes were fluttering underneath his eyelids and moans were elicited from his mouth. Nick wanted to know why. He wanted to know what Greg was thinking about.

"Nick..." Greg said in a breathy sleepy voice.

No matter how much he seemed to shift on the bed, there was no right place. Nick took a deep breath. Greg was dreaming about him. Sure Greg had told him that he wanted him, but he'd never really believed it. Nick liked to let his insecurities get the best of him.

"Nick." Greg whispered his name again and Nick couldn't help a little moan of his own.

He started to move, his feet taking him to his bed without any prior knowledge of how he got there. He laid himself down next to Greg and watched Greg as whatever dream was running through his mind played out.

Greg shifted on the bed again and brushed against Nick. His eyes fluttered a bit and he frowned. He tried opening his eyes, it was a little hard considering he was still pretty much asleep.

When he was finally able to open his eyes, he smiled.

"I must still be dreaming." He muttered.

"You're not." Nick leaned over to whisper in Greg's ear.

"But you left for work. You made a big stink about going... I didn't sleep that long did I?" Greg asked.

"Hmmm... nope. I was only gone about an hour."

"So how come your back. Nothing bad happened at the lab right. I mean there wasn't a fire or some sort of nuclear crisis was there." Greg asked as he leaned into Nick.

"No, nothing bad happened at the lab. You gonna tell me what you were dreaming about?" Greg smirked.

"You gonna tell me why you're home so early?"

"I believe I asked my question first." Greg stretched a bit a moaned.

"Hmmm, yeah I guess you did. Well I was dreaming about you, silly. Not that my dreams only consist of you.

"I mean there was this one time I had this dream that I was I turned into a fish and Grissom thought I'd gone missing and he called a missing persons task force and they came and it turned out to be those people from the tv show. You know which ones I'm talking about. From that new tv show. The one with the hot Cuban guy. I tried to tell everyone, but I was just a fish." Greg babbled and Nick would have been bothered by it if he wasn't so amused.

"But what exactly were you dreaming about when I came home? I mean it sounded like a pretty good dream you were having." Nick asked.

"Hmm, any dream with you in it is a good dream, Nicky. This one was just better because I've got the actual experience to go along with it."

"So you were having a sex dream about me."

"No, we were putting together a bookshelf. Of course we I was having a sex dream about you. Usually I wake up and have to run to the bathroom, but you know you're here..."

"You're seriously thinking about going again? I don't know if I could." Nick protested.

"Oh come on Nick if you really got in the mood I bet you could go another round."

"Well, yeah, for you I feel like... I don't know... I've never felt anything like the feelings I feel for you. It's a little scary." Nick said.

"Don't worry, baby, I'm right there with you. I... I get what you're saying." Greg said as he cuddled closer to Nick's side. Nick held him close and sighed.

"You know... there is one thing that... I mean it's a little... if you don't want to that's..."

"Nicky, spill it out."

"I... um... well... just lay on your back and close your eyes."

Greg obliged readily rolling onto his back as he squeezed his eyes shut. Nick smiled a bit as he opened his dresser drawer. Greg was so trusting. He lay there naked and exposed in front of Nick and he wasn't at all embarrassed by it.

"You want me to spread my legs?" Greg asked saucy smile on his face.

Nick chuckled a bit.

"No, and hush. No talking." Nick said as he looked around his bedroom.

The condoms and lube had to be around the room somewhere. Nick just knew that had to be. He shifted around a bit before finding the discarded items on the floor next to the bed. He smiled triumphantly before picking them up. He uncapped the lube and spread some on his fingers.

"Why don't you tell me what exactly went on in that dream of yours. Since all your other ones sound so... vivid." Greg frowned and opened his eyes.

"Why..."

"Hey, close your eyes. You don't get to open your eyes." Nick said. Greg quickly shut them.

"Come on just tell me." Nick said. Greg took a deep breath and sighed.

"Well besides the obvious... we were having sex."

"Ain't that the obvious, G?" Nick asked. If Greg's eyes were opened Nick would bet even money that he would have rolled them.

"Well, yeah okay I guess that's the obvious part." Greg grumbled.

"Where? What exactly were we doing?" Nick asked.

It was taking him a lot of courage to do this. He'd never been the one to initiate the sex between him and Greg.

That was Greg's job, but Nick was feeling bold. Shifting till he found the best angle, Nick pushed a lubed soaked finger into himself. It didn't hurt much at all considering he had just had sex about an hour ago. He had to bit his lip to keep from moaning though.

"We were here. In your bed." Greg said as he shifted a bit.

Nick could see that he was very hard from whatever dream he had been having.

"Seems kinda tame for you, Greg." Nick choked out as he moved his finger a bit more.

He was so afraid that Greg was going to open his eyes and figure him out, but Greg kept his eyes closed.

"Yeah, but I didn't say we were having your regular old vanilla white lace sex."

"Oh really. So what were we doing?" Nick said removing one finger and sticking in two he let out a little sigh, but only because he couldn't hold it in.

"Well, I had you tied down to this bed of yours. Your skin was all flushed and red and you were panting. You were a little sweaty to. A sweaty Nicky... now that's definitely a sight to behold. Anyway, I was playing with you a bit, I guess. Licking you all over, playing with your nipples, sucked your cock a bit.

"I was just torturing you a bit and soon you were begging for me to fuck you. Saying things like 'You love it when I fuck you' and 'No ones ever fucked you as good as I do'. And you know how I can't deny you anything so I just pounded into you. You were screaming for it and everything." Greg said letting out a few little moans and groans.

Nick couldn't help but groan himself and the picture Greg was painting in his mind. Nick never pegged himself for the kinky type. Getting tied down or sex toys never really inspired anything in him, but really anything went when it came to Greg.

Nick had a feeling he'd even find himself with his pants down in a crowded alleyway just begging for Greg to take him. He carefully ripped open one of the condoms in his hands and straddled Greg's hips. He could see Greg forcibly trying to keep his eyes closed. He was a CSI therefore curious but nature, but he trusted Nick and for some reason that turned Nick on more than Greg's raspy spoken words.

Nick slowly unrolled the condom down Greg's cock and spread a little lube on. Greg made a keening sound from the back of his throat and Nick couldn't help the little grin that spread across his face at the fact that Greg still had his eyes closed. He grabbed Greg's cock, positioning it at his entrance and sank down his and Greg's screams intermingling.

Nick wasn't entirely sure when his eyes closed, but when he opened them Greg was looking up at him, some kind of wonder in his dark brown eyes.

"Sorry, couldn't keep them closed any longer." Greg whispered as he gulped.

"S'okay." Nick gasped out.

"So, this was your idea huh. Gotta say it's a good one. Course you could have just told me what that devious mind of yours was planning."

"Not telling you... was half the fun." Nick said his words punctuated by Nick thrusting a bit. Greg let out a long moan.

"That's it baby. Ride me." Greg said pushing his hips up a bit to meet Nick's thrusts. His hands moved to Nick's waist, hands moving with Nick's thrusts.

"So fucking good... every time... just too fucking good." Greg babbled.

His eyes stared at Nick who was so wantonly fucking himself on Greg's cock and Greg couldn't remember when he looked more gorgeous. His skin flushed red, tiny little sweat beads dripping down his face. Eyes opened wide and glazed over as he concentrated on finding just the right angle, finding just the right rhythm and speed.

He was saying something, Greg knew he had to be saying something because his mouth was moving in the way it would if words were forming, not just meaningless noise. Of course Nick could be speaking in tongues and it would never be meaningless noise to Greg.

Some part of Greg wanted to say he knew it was going to be like this. That Nick was going to be open once Greg gave it a little push, but Greg didn't count on Nick taking initiative like this.

Didn't count on Nick coming home way early and basically throwing himself on Greg's cock. Not like it matter what Greg counted on though because here he was with Nick who was basically getting himself off, Greg's thrust meeting Nick's just barely. Nick was being frantic and it was something Greg liked, wished he could see more of.

"Fuck... oh fuck... augh... I love it when you're inside of me. Oh fuck... so fucking good... too good."

If Greg could just sit back and watch Nick, we would. He knew this would probably be playing through his mind as number one fantasy of all time.

"Do you know how fucking gorgeous you are Nicky. Riding my cock like that." Greg whispered his hand going to Nick's cock.

Nick was hard and just the mere touch of Greg's hand on his over sensitive flesh made Nick scream, his thrusts becoming more erratic. Greg could tell that he was close and Greg wasn't too far off himself especially with Nick squeezing his muscles the way he was.

If Greg was coherent enough he could have sworn Nick was doing it on purpose. He probably was, but Greg couldn't really be bothered to care at that point.

All he could feel was Nick. All he could see was Nick and it didn't come as a surprise to him when he felt himself cum into the condom, Nick not so far behind, cum spurting onto his hand as he continued to stroke Nick's cock. It took a few seconds for the both of them to come down, their breathing heavy and loud in the stillness of Nick's bedroom.

Nick practically collapsed on top of Greg pulling Greg's cock out of him. Nick quickly discarded the condom and collapsed right back on top of Greg. He was slightly heavy, but Greg really couldn't care less. He was just happy to be right where he was.

"So you gonna tell me why you're home so early. Not that I'm complaining of course." Nick groaned.

"Can't you be happy with knowing that I'm home early and we have three days off." Nick mumbled into Greg's chest.

"We have three days off! How did you manage that?" Greg asked. Nick groaned again.

"Well, I'm not really supposed to talk about it..."

"You do know that because you started your sentence out like that you HAVE to tell me, right?" Nick rolled his eyes.

"I guess Catherine and Grissom won't care. I found them making out in Grissom's office."

"No. And here I thought Grissom had a thing for Sara and Catherine had a thing for Warrick." Greg said.

"I kind of got the feeling it was just a friend thing. Because you know Catherine's been going through all that shit lately. What with Eddie dying and all. Anyway I found them making out and I... sort of blackmailed them into giving me and you three days off." Nick mumbled into Greg's chest.

Greg's eyes widen at Nick's admission and he smirked.

"Well, you are just full of surprises. You know every time I think you can't surprise me you do." Greg said.

"Well, I figured... I mean Jacqui threatened David with tweezers. Do you know what it's like to be threatened with tweezers... by Jacqui?" Nick asked. Greg cocked an eyebrow.

"I'm guessing it's not something good." Greg said. Nick sighed and rolled off of Greg who was a little sad from the loss.

"No, it's not. That's something she does for initiation into 'the circle'. And man she knows how to wield those tweezers." Greg would have laughed if he hadn't sensed the serious tone in Nick's voice.

He'd, of course, heard of 'the circle' and its supposed existence. Archie would some times get pages and leave him with evidence claiming it had something to do with TC stuff. Greg had also heard the other techs talk about 'the circle'. Greg found it thoroughly amusing.

"So you took time off because Jacqui pulled out the tweezers?"

"They were talking about my life, trying to weasel information out of David about my life. Let her stew for a little bit." Nick said defiantly.

"Really, you're going to let her stew. I guess she deserves it."

"And it wasn't just to get back at Jacqui. I figured you could use the time off. Maybe... tell me about that case you were working." Nick said.

Greg blinked. He hadn't expected Nick to ask about it again, but he guessed he couldn't just not ask.

"I'll tell you all about it once I've gotten some sleep."

"Okay... no pressure though. If you don't want to tell me than that's fine."

"It's not that I don't want to tell you. Everyone's got cases that bug them, Nicky, and this one just happened to be one of mine. I'll be okay though and you want to know why." Greg asked.

"Why?" Nick asked as he cuddled close to Greg, head resting on Greg's shoulder.

"Cause I've got you. Nothing else matters if I've got you by my side Nicky, so don't worry about cases okay." Nick nodded not really trusting himself to speak.

"So, you gonna tell me why you didn't... you know... fuck me?" Greg asked. Nick felt himself blush and Greg's blunt words.

"I just didn't feel like it." "You didn't feel like it? You seemed pretty hopped up on the idea when you left for work earlier."

"I know, but... I just... I'm not kinky Greg." Nick said and he couldn't believe he was having this conversation.

"Not kinky. What does that have to do with anything?"

"Well, I was talking with Sara and she said that you... well she kind of just implied that..."

"What did she imply?"

"She said you have toys. You know... she implied you were... kinky." Nick said and he wanted the world to open up and swallow him whole.

There was no way he was having this conversation with Greg.

"And?"

"Well, I mean I don't have much experience the other way around. I mean I've had sex with girls, but that was like once and I don't really remember it and it's kind of different you know. So I've never really... fucked another guy before. I mean there was one time, but you know I've never really had much sex before now and I just wasn't sure if I was going to you know match up to all the sex that you've probably had. Not that I think you're a slut or anything I just know that you're a bit more experienced with things than I am and I know that sounds ridiculous considering I'm thirty four and you're twenty-seven, but I just..."

"Nicky, you need to calm down and breathe." Greg said.

Nick took a deep breath and frowned.

"I just... I still don't really know what you see in me. I know it sounds kind of... insecure, but it's just the way I feel. So... I didn't."

Greg was quiet for a long time and Nick was starting to think he'd said the wrong thing.

"You've really never fucked another guy before?" Greg asked. Nick shook his head.

"I did... once, but I was really drunk and... well I can't remember it too much."

"But... I mean... never."

"Greg..."

"Sorry, baby. I think it's cute I really do. I mean... it's just a shock is all."

"The first guy I was with... well he fucked me and I really liked that and I just never... I didn't like it when I had sex with a girl so I just kept getting fucked instead of doing the fucking." Nick said.

"Well, we're gonna have to change that. This is about equality. Besides it's gonna be fun corrupting you... thought you're blackmailing people and pouncing on me... don't think you need that many more lessons."

"You don't care if it's not... exciting?"

"Baby, it's with you. What's not exciting about that?" Nick smiled yet he could feel something nagging in the back of his mind.

"What about what Sara said? About the toys. I know you and her are pretty close." Nick said.

"Sara exaggerates." Greg said.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Oh... okay... then... I guess I'll just... you know wait for the right time." Nick said.

"Whenever you're comfortable. And it's not like I expect you to know the whole Kama Sutra front and back. I like the fact that you're so... innocent about some things."

"You don't find it pathetic?"

"You're not pathetic, baby. You're one of a kind."

Nick snorted.

"You are so cheesy some times you do realize that."

"Well, yeah, but its all part of my charm."

Nick smiled. He closed his eyes and sighed. He was kind of tired after spending so much time with Greg. He wouldn't have been surprised if he slept for two of their three days off. He could feel Greg slowly drifting off into dream land as well.

"Greg?"

"Hmmm."

"What kind of toys do you own?"

Chapter 11

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