Adult-FanFiction.org : Television / Streaming

Dating Advice	By : RikuRocks Category: CSI > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5865 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to CSI, nor am I making any money from this work of fiction.

Chapter List
- 10
- 11
- 12
Author�s notes: This chapter almost didn�t exist�I was going to skip the date and just have a few flashbacks and references to it later on, but I decided it would be easier to read this way. That, and I�m pretty sure most of you would rather know exactly what happened, even the unimportant bits.

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to any of he films mentioned in this story.

See the first chapter for other story notes and main disclaimer.

Thanks to rusty_the_train for recommending kjøttkaker and the commonly used accompanying dishes.

Norwegian Translation: Takker, kjære = Thanks, darling/my dear/my beloved.

Nick did not release Greg until he felt the slender chest pressed between him and the glass wall heaving hard. Even then, he only released his mouth and barely allowed room for light to pass between their bodies. He rested his forehead against Greg�s and smiled as he took in the blonde�s appearance: red, swollen lips; hair even more disheveled than normal; flushed cheeks; sparkling eyes; heaving chest�
The Texan�s smile broadened; he definitely liked the effect he had on the younger man. �You alright?�
The willowy youth returned the smile as he caressed Nick�s cheek and met his gaze head-on. �I�m fantastic; you?�
The sable-eyed man ran his hands up and down Greg�s sides as his expression softened. �I�m right there with you.�
Greg released a deep breath, �Good.� Then, he nuzzled the brawny man�s jaw and draped his arms around Nick�s neck. �Do you want me to go get the food or do you want to keep putting on a show?� Warm eyes twinkled in amusement as they indicated something above the Texan�s left shoulder.
�Wha-?� Nick�s brows furrowed, but he did not lose his smile as he turned and saw the woman who had been giving herself a pedicure earlier watching them while talking excitedly into her phone. She shot them a thumbs-up and held out her phone as both she and whomever she was speaking too gave a small cheer. A quick glance about showed that the old woman was still enjoying Greg�s choice of music for the evening and did not seem to notice them, nor did the man who had been looking through his telescope; the yoga guy had retreated into his apartment at some point while Nick was stealing Greg�s breath away.
The brawny CSI released a weak, nervous chuckle and turned back to the slighter man in his arms. �Why don�t we have dinner now�maybe we can continue the show later?�
�Sounds good to me,� Greg replied with a grin. �I�ll be right back.� He slid the glass door beside him open and shimmied out of Nick�s grasp to slip inside. The Texan had not even been aware that he was not moving away until Greg disappeared into his apartment.
Nick smiled to himself as he stepped away from the door and turned to the table. He popped the cork off the wine bottle, and had just finished filling their glasses when Greg returned with two plates of food. He stepped aside and pulled out a chair as he younger man set the plates down. �Wow, that smells great�looks good too.�
To the Texan, the dish the younger man had prepared looked like meatballs with gravy, potatoes, and some sort of green vegetable mash. He decided to venture a guess, �Norwegian meatballs?�
�It�s called kjøttkaker,� the muddle-haired blonde replied with a nod and a smile. Then, he blinked when he noticed Nick standing behind the chair, and flushed slightly as he realized the older man was holding it out for him. �Thanks,� he murmured with a small smile as he sat down.
The Texan smiled, relieved that the gesture had been deemed appropriate by the other man. He still was sure unsure of which gestures -if any- would not be considered as fitting when offered between men instead of from a man to a woman. He took his own seat and took a bite of his kjøttkaker while Greg laid his napkin in his lap. �This is great�is it another family recipe?�
�Mm-hmm,� Greg nodded and smiled as he replied. �It�s Nana Olaf�s; She usually serves it with sauerkraut instead of mashed peas, but I wasn�t sure if you liked that.�
�Hey, at this point, I�ll try anything as long as you�re the one who made it,� Nick grinned. Then, he looked at the younger man thoughtfully. �Hey Greg�? If you like cooking and chemistry so much, why do you want to move into the field?�
�A few reasons, actually;� the willowy youth met the older man�s gaze easily as he replied with a small, contended smile. �Mainly though, everything feels kind of small in the lab�I feel small. Out in the field, it feels like I�m really doing something to help people. I know I won�t be as good as I am in the lab and I�ll have to take a pay cut and all, but it�s just nice to actually be able to see the little corner of the world I�m trying to improve, you know?�
�Yeah, I know exactly what you mean;� Nick nodded and smiled warmly. �When I first joined the crime lab in Dallas, my supervisor noticed that I have a knack for recognizing and analyzing hairs and fibers. He pointed out that I could make a good living in the lab, as a trace tech or somethin�, but I knew I was field man. I�d never have been satisfied stayin� inside and starin� down a microscope all day. Hell, I can barely tolerate sittin� in the lab to watch over video surveillance footage for a couple hours.�
Greg chuckled quietly, �Yeah, I�ve noticed that. So, you don�t think its nuts for me to start field training?�
�Nah, man; not if it�s what you want to do.� The sable-eyed man paused to meet the blonde�s gaze with a serious expression. �You do know that you�re already helpin� people now though, right? I get what you�re sayin� and I think you�re gonna do great in the field, but I don�t want you thinkin� that what you�re doing in the meantime isn�t just as important.�
�I know, and thanks.� Greg smiled and then gestured lightly with one of his hands; �It�s not like I�m going to give up being a chemist entirely either. I mean, look at Grissom. He continues his education as an entomologist, writes essays and articles for various journals, and even finds time for experiments outside of work. I don�t see any reason why I can�t do the same.�
The Texan nodded as he tried the wine, which he found he liked. �Me either.�
Greg tilted his head slightly, and with the candle light reflecting in his doe-like eyes, Nick had to fight a chuckle as he was reminded of a curious puppy. �So, is that why you transferred out of Dallas? Were they pressuring you to move out of the field, or did you just want to see something different?�
�Well, I already wanted to transfer somewhere where I wouldn�t be livin� in my family�s shadow,� Nick paused, wondering how much he needed to explain about that, but his friend only motioned for him to continue, his expression making it clear that he knew enough to understand what Nick meant. The Texan could not recall if he had told Greg just how prominent his parents were in their careers, but he decided they had plenty of time to get to that later.
With a relaxed smile, the Texan continued; �And then one day, I attended this forensic conference and Grissom was one of the lecturers. I knew right away that he was the kind of guy I wanted to learn from, so I transferred out here. Originally, it was just supposed to be for a year or so, �till I became a CSI-3 tops, but�� The brawny man shrugged and grinned; �I guess the place grows on you.�
Nick gazed into the brown eyes that were watching him with such interest, �Or maybe just the people grew on me.�
Greg smiled in a way that told Nick he understood exactly what he meant. Then, as if to add to the older man�s growing belief that the lithe chemist just knew what he needed at any given time, the younger man turned the conversation into lighter territory for the time being. �So that�s why Grissom always was so stern with you; he knew you actually wanted to learn what he had to teach. I always wondered why he seemed to come down harder on you than Warrick or Sara�I even considered that it was just an odd show of favoritism.�
�You actually considered that Grissom might favor me over Warrick and Sara?� The Texan questioned in amusement. �Hey, I have the self-confidence to accept that there�s no chance of that.�
�I wouldn�t be so sure,� the muddle-haired youth commented lightly. �That old axiom about the squeaky wheel getting the most oil is right, you know. The other CSIs all squeak more than you do, but Grissom strikes me as the type who appreciates studiousness and self-determination more. You give it your all and you don�t try to gain favoritism while your at it...well, not anymore.� Greg grinned and both men chuckled.
Nick nodded as he took another drink of his wine, and then arched an eyebrow at the younger man. �Hey, what about you? You�ve never told me how you ended up here.�
�I guess it�s never come up,� Greg answered with a mall shrug before he laughed quietly. �Of course, I�m not sure how half the stuff I�ve told you has come up, but eh, we�ll chalk it up to your southern charm.� He grinned again as he began his explanation, hands moving and eyes shining as they always did whenever he got to spend time talking to Nick. �I took a job in the crime lab in San Francisco after I got my degrees.
�I hadn�t been working there long when I got a call from the director of the lab here, offering me a job. It came with a small raise for working graveyard and a little bonus to accommodate my moving expenses, so I thought, why not�? I wasn�t that attached to Frisco and I knew I could always transfer somewhere else if it turned out I didn�t like Vegas, but it worked out great.� The doe-eyed man stared into Nick�s eyes and his smile turned slightly timorous, �And it just keeps getting better.�
The brawny man smiled back, �I�m glad to hear that.� He reached a hand over to cover one of Greg�s and his smile broadened when the younger man lifted his fingers to thread them with Nick�s thicker phalanges. He did not check to see if any of Greg�s neighbors were watching, deciding that for the evening, he would just enjoy the fact that such gestures were finally allowed. He knew it would not always be so simple to be with Greg, but he decided to take it one step at a time.
They continued talking for hours and Nick knew their open expressions, lingering gazes, deliberate touches, and occasional kisses made it obvious they were not just two friends having dinner, but even under the gazes of several people in the next building, he could not bring himself to care enough to stop. When they finished dinner, Greg offered to set up dessert inside the apartment, and the CSI was thankful for yet another compromise. They sat at the bar, which had been decorated with candles as well at some point, and the music mysteriously moved inside, along with their easy conversation.
The Texan had never been so open with someone on a date before, and was even surprised by the level of openness Greg revealed. It was as though they could speak of anything and everything, and the intensity of the trust between them was something Nick knew he would have shied away from just a year before. He vaguely wondered how long Greg had been waiting for him to reach this point, but was quickly drawn into their conversation too thoroughly to linger on such thoughts.
Sometime during dessert, they ended up asking each other about their favorites of everything, which Nick could not recall ever being truly interested in before, and had never even asked a date about since high school.
�Mine�s green,� Greg answered the latest question with a sweet smile. When Nick repeated the color in surprise -not being sure what he expected�perhaps something flashier- the slender lab rat shrugged and explained; �It�s a happy color, like yellow, but not as severe, you know? It�s like, a calm happy. Okay, I have one; what�s your favorite make-me-forget-a-lousy-day movie?�
�Uh�Blazing Saddles;� Nick answered simply. Greg grinned and nodded slightly, as though he had expected the answer. The Texan grinned at the reaction. Then, he arched an eyebrow at the younger man. �What about you?�
�Okay, first you have to promise not to tell Warrick or Sara�especially Sara,� the slender chemist demanded lightly even as he smiled and flushed.
�Of course not, this is just between us.� Nick promised before chuckling and adding, �Do you think I would have honestly told you mine if I thought that wasn�t a given?�
�Trust me, Sara will give me a much harder time for mine than Warrick will for yours,� the doe-eyed man stated confidently and with a somewhat embarrassed smile. �It�s The Uninvited.�
�Never heard of it,� the Texan replied with a grin. �Wait, isn�t that a western?�
�No,� Greg laughed lightly, �It�s an old black and white ghost story. Nana Olaf loved all the old mysteries and ghost stories, especially the ones with a lot of dry humor, like The Uninvited, The Ghost and Mrs. Muir, The Bat�� He paused at the lack of recognition that covered the brawny man�s face and looked down as he began fidgeting with his fork.
�Anyway, I started watching them with her when they watched me after school, and eventually I got hooked. They still rank among my favorites.� His eyes shifted over to his DVD rack before turning to the side to peer at Nick; �Maybe we could watch one sometime�?�
Nick smiled and nodded, and then he reached over and gripped the younger man�s knee. �I�d like that.� He lightly massaged the knee in his hand, and Greg smiled in return before he leaned forward to plant an easy kiss on the older man�s mouth. Nick immediately pulled the willowy youth closer, until he was practically in his lap.
The Texan gripped the younger man�s hips and kissed a trail across his jaw line. Ignoring the time and the fact that they had to work that evening, he grinned as the chemist nuzzled his neck and then he whispered into Greg ear. �Wanna move to the couch�� the blonde paused in his ministrations at the words, but Nick continued without pause; �Check out one of those movies you mentioned?� At that, he felt Greg smile against his neck.
Greg pulled back just enough for the brawny man to see his smile, �Yeah.� Warm eyes glanced to the kitchen clock and then returned to meet sable ones as he raised a hand to caress the Texan�s squared jaw. �You sure you�re up for it, though? It�s getting late.�
Nick tilted his head enough to leave a soft kiss on the slender man�s thumb before he met his gaze and replied. �I�m sure I don�t want this to end yet, and a little sleep deprivation is worth seeing that it doesn�t.�
Greg released a light laugh and then moved forward to initiate another kiss. Once they parted, he whispered a reply against Nick�s lips. �I don�t want this to end either�but I also don�t want to move this too quickly.� The muddle-haired chemist locked his eyes with Nick�s as he asked, �You still want to move to the couch?�
�If this is as far as we get tonight, I�d still want to stay.� The brawny man smiled softly to himself as the truth of his words struck him.
Nick had never been on a date quite like this before. Usually, either there was no spark and he was a perfect gentleman until he simply never called for a second date, or the chemistry was there and the entire date was just a long string of foreplay until the girl invited him in for �drinks� when he took her home. This was different; the spark was definitely there, yet Nick wanted to take his time fanning it into a full flame�and he did not want to scare Greg when the sparks went off.
Greg smiled tenderly and stood, sliding his hand down to Nick�s and gripping it gently before he started to back away. �Come on, then.�
The Texan let the younger man pull him across the room and finally sat on the sofa. His eyes followed Greg as the willowy youth put a film on, joined him on the couch, and quickly made his way into his arms. The movie was soon forgotten as they continued conversing and kissing. Nick had not spent so much time just kissing and touching -innocent, romantic touching at that- since high school, but it seems as though Greg is sort who can just kiss for hours�and with the way the lithe chemist kisses, Nick knows he would let him.
A couple hours later, Nick lay stretched across the sofa with one arm tucked behind his head and the other wrapped around Greg, holding him tightly against his chest as the film ended. The blonde lifted his head from the brawny man�s chest and met his gaze, looking completely comfortable draped over the burlier body. �Do you want to crash here again? It�s getting late��
The brawny CSI shifted to place his hands on the younger man�s back and stroked it languidly. Nick noticed the difference in the texture of Greg�s skin though the youth�s t-shirt and found himself wondering how the scars would feel against his hand. With a small sigh, Nick answered, �I don�t know if I can trust myself to stay here and not push it.�
Greg smiled gently and nudged Nick�s nose with his own. �I trust you to contain yourself.� He smirked, �But it�s up to you.�
The Texan smiled, at both the willowy man�s words and the trust that was apparent in his eyes as he said them. Without concern, he slipped his hands under the younger man�s t-shirt and both men took a deep breath as shovel shaped hands slid over bare flesh. Nick could feel the difference in textures under each hand; one felt smooth, warm skin under it, with just a brush of scarring at the tips of his fingers; and the other felt only cool, rough scars.
Nick felt Greg shudder as a look of surprise flickered across his face. He frowned lightly and paused his ministrations. �That doesn�t hurt, does it? I figured it had been long enough-�
�It has been,� Greg assured the older man while he studied his face as though looking for something. �It feels good. I just didn�t expect�� The slender youth shrugged slightly and offered the man under him a half grin before he leaned down to leave a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth.
Nick�s hands started to move again, memorizing every irregularity that disrupted the otherwise smooth expanse of skin. He was almost lost in the kiss when Greg quivered again and Nick suddenly understood what the younger man had not said. �No one�s touched you since it happened��
The blonde shook his head slowly and the Texan�s touch became a little more firm as he continued to enjoy the feel of the slender man in his arms. This time, Nick was watching Greg�s face for a sign. Then, he found it; �You thought I�d -that anyone- would shy away from them, didn�t you?�
Greg�s eyes turned away and he licked his lips before slowly turning his gaze back to the older man. �I know what they look like�what they feel like.� He shrugged lightly again, and Nick noted the way the skin pulled a little tighter on his damaged side at the movement. �I figure it has to feel weirder to you than it does to me, maybe even a little gross. I wouldn�t blame you if it turned you off a little.�
The Texan stared at the younger man in bafflement for a moment, not sure where to begin to argue such a ridiculous statement. His arms were still trapping the lithe body against his own, his hands still held onto the scarred back, and his barely-contained erection was pressed against the youth�s tight stomach. �Do I seem turned off at all to you?�
Greg�s gaze took in the older man�s flushed skin, heaving chest, and lust-filled eyes. �No�� He flushed and grinned lightly, �Actually, you look like you could blow right here.�
Nick narrowed his gaze at the younger man, even as his mouth twisted into a wry grin. �I have more stamina than that, thanks. But I think you get the point here, right? If I wasn�t so worried about screwin� this up or hurtin� you, we wouldn�t be dressed for this conversation.�
Greg nodded and bit his lip, looking thoughtful and slightly nervous before speaking. �You don�t have to worry so much, you know. If we weren�t good together, we wouldn�t be trying this.� Warm eyes narrowed playfully, even as they reflected affection and astonishment. �And I�m not that sensitive.�
�It�s not just that�I- I�m not�� The brawny man sighed and closed his mouth, a little embarrassed about what he wanted to say. Before he could try again, Greg kissed him and smiled.
�Have you needed an instruction manual to do any of the things you�ve done with a woman?�
The Texan smirked, �No.�
�Didn�t think so.� Greg traced the shell of Nick�s ear with a gentle fingertip as he smiled at him warmly. �I can talk you through it at first, if you want, but I doubt you�ll need any help.� The muddle-haired youth unconsciously dropped his voice to a whisper as his fingertips slowly whispered across the older man�s jaw. �Just feel your way through it, trust your instincts. I�ll let you know what works.�
Nick�s smirk intensified as he traced one of the scars on Greg�s back as gently as the younger man was tracing the lines of his face. Greg released a soft moan when Nick�s hand slipped past the damaged skin and followed the smooth skin stretched over the chemist�s spine. The CSI had to admit that he liked the idea of feeling his way around Greg and letting the lithe man�s reactions guide him�especially if they had the same effect as his current responses were.
On that note, however, the Texan knew he needed to call it a night if he had any hope of keeping his promise to take it slow with Greg. �That sounds great, G, and I�m really glad you trust me, but I need to go home now or I�m going to put you in a position I won�t feel so great about tomorrow.�
The willowy chemist nodded softly and released a small sigh before he slowly started to rise. He smiled down at the slightly frustrated Texan on his sofa. �Do you need a hand getting up?� Both men froze for a second and then laughed. �Okay, that didn�t come out right. I meant-�
�I know what you meant,� Nick interrupted with a smile. �And no, I don�t need any help�for either meaning.� Greg rolled his eyes as the older man stood and stretched his back. The chemist frowned at the creaking sound the action caused.
�Not a word,� Nick stated before the younger man could voice the concern written on his face. �I�m fine to drive.�
�Okay,� Greg nodded, still looking slightly wary.
Nick frowned, �You alright? It isn�t like you to give in so easily.�
�I said I trust you�that included trusting you to know your limits.� Greg eyed the brawny man carefully, �Unless you want me to argue?�
�No, I�ll take the trust.� The Texan smiled and pulled the slender man closer for another kiss. He kept one arm wrapped around Greg�s waist and one hand cradling his head as he pulled back and offered a compromise of his own for the evening. �I�ll call you when I get home, babe.�
�Takker, kjære,� the younger man murmured with a smile, before he laughed lightly and stroked Nick�s face. �We sound like a couple already.�
Nick stroked his lover�s cheek as well and smiled brightly. �We are.�
That earned him a beaming smile, which was matched in intensity by the kiss that followed.
- 10
- 11
- 12
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Dating Advice