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Chapter 8:

Nick walked into his home after shift was done. He'd been sitting in his lab for the most part staring at the clock and wondering when shift would be over. After the visit from Greg, Nick had been jumpy all throughout the rest of the shift.

Every time brain started to think about Greg, which it often did, Nick would look around to see if anyone was watching. Before it had been easy to hide his hard on when Greg breezed through the door. They were his big sweaters and his big pants and his big lab coat which all helped him hide, but in his new tight clothes with his new lab coat- Jacqui had insisted on one that fit properly- there was no hiding.

Nick had been glad that it was close to the end of the shift otherwise he might have some explaining to do. No body really gave him much to do at the end of the shift.

This was either because they were still out collecting new evidence to back up the evidence he'd already processed or because it was the end of the shift and it would be somewhat cruel to give him evidence right before than.

His house was dark when he entered. Not a sound to be heard. Greg was probably asleep on his bed so Nick headed over to his bedroom.

He was stopped by a hand that grabbed his wrist. The same hand silently pulled him onto the couch. That same hand was soon joined by a body that draped itself over Nick and started nibbling at Nick's neck.

"Greg?" Nick said.

"Well, Nicky I'm hoping you thought it was me because if you thought it was anyone else and you just let them molest you like this we might have a problem." Greg whispered against Nick's throat.

Nick couldn't help but moan. Greg was on top of him. Greg was kissing his neck. Greg's hands were running up and down his sides. Greg was surrounding him.

"Greg... oh god... what..."

"You know I've been thinking about you all night. Couldn't think of anything else. You were haunting my dreams, you know that Nicky." Greg said his hands going to unbutton Nick's shirt.

"Sorry..." Nick groaned out.

"Sorry? Nicky that's a good thing. Means I can't go an hour without thinking about you." Greg said as he unbutton the last button of Nick's shirt.

He moved the shirt around so Nick's chest was exposed and went to town. Lips placed sloppy kisses on his chest. His tongue lapped at Nick's nipples. Teeth nibbled lightly at Nick's skin. Nick began to pant. Greg was trying to torture him.

In Nick's blissed out state of mind Nick could figure it out easily that Greg was trying to torture him for whatever Mind Nick was doing in those dreams. The could be the only reason as to why Greg was spending what felt like an eternity just kissing and playing with Nick's chest.

"Greg..."

"Would you like to know exactly what you were doing? You know... in those dreams." Greg said as his hands went to Nick's pants.

He slowly unbuttoned them and even slowly still pulled Nick's pants and underwear of in on clean motion. A choked off gurgling noise came out of Nick's mouth. He was naked.

He was naked and Greg was fully dressed and not really on top of him anymore. Greg's knees were trapping Nick's legs and he was staring down at Nick, eyes glazed over with lust. The look seemed almost predatory.

"So is that a yes or a no?" Greg asked.

Nick didn't really trust his voice- mainly because he couldn't really form words at the moment. He merely nodded his head. Anything to get Greg to do something. Hell, anything to get Greg to talk.

"Hmmm... remember when I told you I'd love to see you jack yourself off?" Nick nodded again.

"Well you were doing that... and I of course was watching. Call it a little voyeuristic kink I picked up, but just the thought of you touching yourself and thinking about me... just gets me all hot and bothered." Greg said.

Greg wasn't even really doing anything. He was talking. He wasn't even touching Nick anymore. He was just talking and Nick couldn't help but squirm and moan.

"Would you do it for me. Would you touch yourself for me so I could watch?" Greg asked taking Nick's hand in his own. He gently kissed each finger on Nick's hand and then the palm.

"Would you?" Greg asked again. Nick nodded.

"Hmmm... good." Greg said letting go of Nick's hand.

Nick took a deep breath. His eyes were getting heavy and it was hard to keep them open fully. Greg was watching him. Greg was watching him and Nick never thought that Greg watching him could be hot, but then again Greg being Greg was hot so why wouldn't it be hot to have Greg's eyes on him.

Nick couldn't believe he was doing this. He couldn't believe that he was about to jack himself off in front of Greg, but it's what Greg wanted and it seemed that Nick was doing all sorts of out-of-character things when he was around Greg.

He closed his eyes and took another deep breath before wrapping his hand around his cock. At the first touch of something on his sensitive skin, Nick had to moan. He'd been half-hard throughout the whole shift and now here he was with Greg on top of him and his cock in hand. He needed to take a few calming breaths before he started to stroke himself. He heard Greg moan as he watched Nick. He heard Greg suck in a breath.

"Tell me what you're thinking about." Greg said.

Did he really have to ask? Greg was featured in all Nick's fantasies to various degrees. Did Greg really expect him to talk when he was demanding that Nick touch himself? If he did, then Greg was crazy.

"Come on, baby, tell me what you're thinking." Greg said his voice breathy and husky.

"I'm thinking about you Greg. I'm always thinking about you." Nick said.

"That right. And what am I doing? Anything fun?" Greg said.

He began shuffling around as though he were looking for something. Nick tried to answer, but he was too absorbed in what he was doing.

His eyes were closed as he imagined this little scene playing out a little differently. He imagined coming home and seeing Greg in his bed, stripped down. He imagined walking to the bed as quietly as he could, but Greg would wake up anyway. There would be kissing and cuddling and touching and licking and nibbling.

Greg would talk because Greg was a talker. He'd be so hard that he wouldn't waste too much time on foreplay and Nick wouldn't care because he'd been thinking about him all night anyway and he was more than ready for Greg to just fuck him. He'd take a little time to prepare Nick before he pushed inside of him, but for the most part Greg would be in a hurry to get to the good part because Greg wanted Nick that much.

"Greg..."

"You gonna tell me what we're doing in that head of yours Nick. Bet it's something fun, huh. Maybe something like this."

Nick knew Greg was trying to torture him now. Knew it when he felt Greg move his legs apart. Knew it when he felt Greg's very lubed up finger push inside of him and what little Nick could see of Greg's face told him that Greg was smirking.

"Greg... shit... what're you trying to do to me."

"Well I thought that was evident. Seriously Nicky it's a good thing you're not a CSI if you can't figure out what it is I'm doing to you." Greg said as he moved his finger inside Nick.

"Urgh... shit... oh fuck... Greg..."

"Come on, Nicky. You fantasize about me... us... doing things together. You gotta tell me what they are otherwise how am I ever gonna be able to fulfill all of them."

"You're fucking me." Nick said.

His eyes were rolling into the back of his head and his breathing had increased. His head was all dizzy and hazy and he could feel Greg's finger moving inside of him. Greg was expecting him to be coherent and that just wasn't possible.

"That's it? We're just fucking. Nothing inventive. We're not playing some dirty kinky game or anything." Greg said.

He took out his finger and Nick whimpered a bit before feeling another one join the first. Nick gasped.

"We don't... we don't have to play... games... I just... I just want you... I just... I just need you." Nick gasped out.

His hand was moving faster as Greg's fingers moved inside of him. When Greg's fingers brushed across Nick's prostate, Nick felt like he was gonna explode.

"Oh... God... Fuck... Greg... Shit... oh that... feels so good... so fucking good." Nick muttered.

"That's it, baby. Come on. Cum for me." Greg said his fingers moving a little faster inside Nick brushing against Nick's prostate.

Nick's hand sped up. He could hear Greg telling him to cum. He could feel Greg around him and Nick knew it wasn't close enough. Greg would never be close enough. Nick would always want him closer.

"Greg... Greg... Greg... I'm gonna."

"Come on Nicky. Just let it go." Greg said.

Perhaps it was Greg's voice so close to him, but Nick felt himself tense and then cum, his cum covering his hand. His breathing was hard and he couldn't exactly open his eyes.

"Do you have any idea how hot that was? Watching you stroke yourself. Listening to you moan. Do you know how fucking hot you are?" Greg whispered.

Nick could still feel Greg's fingers inside him. He watched as Greg took his hand and sucked the fingers into his mouth, cum an all. Nick couldn't help, but moan at the sight of Greg licking his cum off of his hand.

He knew Greg had said something around his fingers because he could feel the vibrations. When Greg lapped up all the cum on Nick's hand he put Nick's hand down and smiled.

"Do you have any idea how much I wish you would just shut up and fuck me?" Greg laughed.

"You know every time we get hot and heavy I get to see you all footloose and fancy free. I get to see naughty Nicky."

"I know what I want. That a bad thing?" Nick asked his brain still a little hazy.

He was surprised at his behavior, but he could blame it all on Greg. And Greg didn't seem to care. In fact, if Nick was reading him right and Nick was very sure he was reading Greg right, Greg liked it.

"Not a bad thing at all. I'd say it's a very good thing." Greg said moving up to drape himself over Nick.

He began to kiss Nick lightly on the lips. Nick's hands went down to Greg's shirt and began to yank it off.

"So you were serious about getting down to business." Greg said in a teasing tone as Nick pulled his shirt off.

"You think I was joking?" Nick said throwing Greg's shirt to the ground. His hands went to Greg's pants and Greg chuckled.

"I got those." Greg said.

He didn't really want to move away from Nick, but it was a little hard to take off his pants while he was lying down on Nick. He stood up and hurriedly shucked off his pants before returning to lie on top of Nick between his legs.

"Fixed the problem we had last night." Greg said reaching over to the coffee table. He had a box of condoms in his hand and a devilish grin on his face.

"Certainly came prepared to get me in this position."

"Hmmm... like a boy scout." Greg said opening the box and pulling out a condom. Nick took it from him.

"Let me do it." Nick said as he opened the condom with his teeth.

Greg watched as Nick took the condom and unrolled it onto Greg's had cock. Greg's eyes rolled into the back of his head.

"Lube?" Nick asked. Greg gulped and fumbled around for the tube of lube he had been using earlier.

He handed it to Nick who took it and squeezed some lube into his hand. He carefully started to stroke the lube onto Greg's cock. Greg moaned at the feel of Nick hand on his hard cock.

Nick was trying to get him back for earlier and Greg knew it. Greg would have let Nick continue stroking him if it wasn't for the fact that he really needed to be inside Nick when he came. He put his hand on Nick's wrist and stopped him from moving his hand.

"You keep doing that and I won't be able to fuck you."

"Hmmm... fine. All done. Now come on, Greg. Fuck me."

"Well since you ask so nicely." Greg said as he lined his cock up to Nick's entrance.

Greg would have drawn it out, pushed in inch by inch, but Greg suspected that neither of them wanted that.

He pounded right into Nick, Nick letting out a little scream when he did. Greg needed a minute before he started moving. Being inside Nick was like nothing he ever experienced before. It was the best experience in the world in Greg's opinion. He felt Nick wrap his legs around Greg's waist. He felt Nick nibbling on Greg's neck.

"You gonna give me another hickey?" Greg asked.

"Won't be noticeable this time. Promise. You gonna move?"

"Think I might make you beg a little more. I just love it when you beg."

"You want me to beg you to fuck me? What you can't just do it on your own? Want me to say things like 'I want you so bad Greg, oh please, please, please fuck me. I need it. I need you so bad, just please fuck me."

"See now you're just taunting me and all those naughty words coming out of your mouth. Definitely enough to tempt me. So you want it like this?" Greg said pulling out of Nick all the way before pounding back inside him.

Nick let out a choked sob. Greg kept pounding into Nick, angling his thrusts and Nick couldn't help but moan and groan and mewl.

"Yeah... Greg, that's it... oh fuck... harder please... Greg... please fuck me harder."

This time there wasn't any teasing tone in Nick's voice.

"Harder huh. You love it when I fuck you don't you. Never felt anything this good. So fucking tight and perfect and fucking gorgeous. Never felt anything this good."

Greg continued to pound into Nick, Nick's legs wrapped tightly around his waist, hands and nails clinging to Greg's back. When Greg's cock brushed against Nick's prostate, Nick's nails dug deeper and he let out a small scream.

"FUCK!... Greg, right there... Oh fuck... oh God."

"You like that baby? That feel good?" Greg said looking down at Nick's eyes.

They were glazed over again wide and most likely unseeing. Greg could stare at that face for the rest of his life. He could stare at Nick for the rest of his life. Greg committed to memory how Nick looked at that exact moment.

How his mouth was open emitting the most delicious sounds. How his big brown eyes were wide open. How his skin was lightly flushed and a thin sheet of sweat had gathered on his forehead. All of it went into his memory bank as he continued to pound into Nick as hard and as fast as he could.

He could hear Nick talking, but I was like he couldn't talk anymore. He could only stare at Nick withering and moaning and moving beneath him, against him. Everything else paled in comparison to that moment.

He wanted nothing more than to make Nick come again. He didn't care if he didn't cum. Hell, he'd love to just keep pounding into Nick until the end of forever. Greg's hand made it's way to Nick's cock. It was hard again and Greg smiled as he began to stroke Nick.

"Shit... Greg... I'm gonna... I need to..."

Greg couldn't talk. He couldn't say anything. He just kept staring into Nick's eyes. It was too much sensations all at once. He wasn't sure that he was gonna be able to hold off long enough for Nick to cum first. Nick was everywhere. He was surrounded by Nick.

"Nicky... baby... I'm..." Greg wasn't able to finish his sentence as he tensed and came into the condom thrusting a little more to milk himself.

In his blissed out state he was vaguely aware of the liquid coating his hand and the scream that sounded like his name. He collapsed onto Nick, head resting in the crook of Nick's neck and tried to calm his breathing. They lay there for a few moments both trying to catch their breaths.

"Well, that was definitely a great way to come home." Nick muttered.

"Sorry, couldn't help myself. Been thinking about you ever since I left you at the lab."

"I'm not complaining. It's gonna be hard for me to get up later. You did this on purpose. You knew I had to work tonight and I know you don't have to work tonight. Trying to get me so tired that I have to call in sick or something."

"Hmm... you know I've got a lot more condoms in that box. Could really tire you out. Get you all fatigued and you'd have to tell Grissom that you couldn't come in. Then it wouldn't be just me dealing with him." Greg said.

"Maybe this ain't the best time to tell you that I think I left another hickey on your neck." Nick said lazy smile on his face. Greg groaned.

"You know I had to break into your locker today to get a sweater big enough to hide the one you gave me before and now I'm gonna have to walk in with another Nicky hickey on my neck. You could show a little more self control." Nick pouted.

"I thought you liked it when I lost control."

Greg groaned and pulled his head up to kiss Nick on the nose. He underestimated the strength it would take to do this action and missed kissing the corner of Nick's mouth before his head fell back down to Nick's neck.

"I do like it when you lost control. I like that I'm the only one that gets to see you like that. Just caught some heat from Grissom and Brass about it, but it's fine."

"Well, I guess I could... you know... curb that if it's gonna get you in trouble with the boss."

"Nah, I like it. I like that I get you so out of control you don't know what you're doing. I think I might have some scratches on my back know that I think about it, but it doesn't matter. I'll take all the heat in the world for you Nicky." Greg said.

"Anyone ever tell you that you're a real smooth talker."

"I think people might have mentioned it once or twice. I guess we should move and get cleaned up."

"Greg, you couldn't even move your head. You really think we're going to be able to move to anywhere where we could get cleaned up."

"No, I guess not. You're so smart Nicky. I guess we should just lay here for a bit."

"Don't see the harm in that." Nick said.

They lay there quietly for a few moments before Nick spoke.

"I thought you said you never fuck me on my couch." Greg was practically asleep when he heard Nick's voice and turned his head.

"I never said that. I said that I wouldn't fuck you for the first time on the couch. This is definitely our second time. And you know you started it with saying that you fantasize about me fucking you everywhere."

"Oh, so you're aiming to make my fantasies become reality."

"Yup, only a million more places to go. I think we could manage."

"Yeah, or die trying."

"Hmmm... gotta so that would be my preferred way to go."

Chapter 9

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