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Disclaimer: I do not own CSI. This
work for is entertainment only; no money is being made.

Pairing: Nick/Greg

Spoilers: Ummm...season five at
least...just a little.

Rating: Adult++ (NC-17)

Summary: Greg tells Nick about a crush
he has.

A/N: I wrote this a couple of years
ago. It's on a couple of CSI fan sites. Don't know why I never put
it here...but it's here now. Enjoy.

MAN-CRUSH

"Don't you find it odd
that we're all single...well, except Warrick?" Nick
asked.

"Bobby is in a committed relationship," Greg
responded.

"Don't get me wrong. I'm happy for Bobby. I'm
glad he has someone to love and to share his life with, and their
daughter is beautiful," Nick began as he sat down, beer in hand,
on Greg's couch.

"But...," Greg prompted, taking his
seat on the other end of the couch.

"But, I just don't
get it," Nick sighed, as he took a drink. "I just don't see
how he can do that."

Greg arched an eyebrow, "Never
took you to be one to judge someone like that."

"What?
No!" Nick immediately protested. "I don't have a problem
with Bobby being with another guy...well I do...but not like that. I
just don't get how being with another guy can be pleasurable,
especially if you're on the receiving end."

"Ah,"
Greg nodded wisely.

"Have you ever...."

"Ever
what? Had sex with another guy?" Greg asked. Nick nodded,
blushing slightly. "Nah. Done some experimenting alone."
Nick turned scarlet. "Take it you've never done that,
huh."

"Umm...no," Nick shook his head
vigorously. "Why...how...why...I just....Are you..."

"Look
at it this way Nicky. There has to be something really good about it,
or the gay guys wouldn't be doing it at all," Greg shrugged. "As
for what I am, I'm just me. Just because I've never been with a guy,
doesn't mean I rule the idea out. I mean, I've thought about it and
had plenty of offers; just never had the right guy approach me. If
the right guy came along, then yeah. But, the guy would have to be
really special. Life's to short and unpredictable to rule out the
possibility."

"I think I get that. But why...how did
you...alone." Nick stammered.

"Curiosity," Greg
said nonchalantly. "As for how, do you really want to know
that?"

"No, no. I got it." They sat in silence
for a few moments, both lost in thought. Finally, Nick spoke again.
"So...when you...you know...how was it?"

The
Cheshire cat grin that spread across Greg's face said more than words
ever could.

"Oh," Nick breathed, eyes wide. Then
sighed, "I still don't get it. Women are soft and curvy. Men
aren't, they're all hard angles. And something going...up there, has
to hurt. I just don't see the appeal."

"Me thinks
thou doth protest to much," Greg quipped. His eyebrows nearly
went into his hairline when Nick didn't protest, merely blushed,
again, and ducked his head. Greg continued cautiously, "I take
it you've never had a..a umm...a man-crush?"

Nick's head
jerked up, turning wide eyes on Greg. "A what?"

"A
man-crush," Greg smile shyly. "You know, where some guy
just really gets your attention. You may not plan on ever doing
anything about it...but there's just something about the guy
that pulls you towards him."

"Oh well, if you put it
that way," Nick licked his lips nervously, avoiding eye contact.
"Um, yeah...yeah...I have...*cough*...have had one of
those. The...uh...the something...uh...drawing me."

"Ok
then," Greg grinned. "Did you ever imagine what it would be
like to touch him? To be allowed to touch his skin, run your fingers
through his hair...kiss him."

Nick swallowed hard, his
throat suddenly going dry. He shifted nervously before speaking.
"Um...maybe," his voice cracked. "But, never in any
real detail. Just an I wonder kind of thing. What about
you?"

Greg smirked, delighting in the deepening blush
crossing the Texan's face. "Oh yeah. That and more. Got this
whole fantasy where he starts kissing me and then its just like a
inferno engulfs us, we can't get our clothes off fast enough,"
Greg's voice started getting husky. "Then we're touching,
kissing, tasting each other. Learning everything we can about the
other's body with our hands and mouths. We're both hot and sweaty,
more turned on than we've ever been with anyone else. Then, he's
taking me and we're both screaming the other's name."

Nick's
forgotten beer suddenly slipped through his fingers, crashing to the
floor. He quickly snatched it back up and placed it on the table in
front of him. "I've got to go," he panted, jumping to his
feet.

"Nicky, I'm sorry," Greg said, worry evident
in his voice and eyes. "I shouldn't have said all of that. It
went too far. Just forget I ever said anything, you don't have to
go."

"No. I've just remembered, I've got something
to do. I'll see you later, G."

Greg leaned on the now
closed door. "Shit," he sighed heavily. "I just
screwed it all
up."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Two
weeks. Two weeks since he tried to gage Nick's reaction to his
fantasy; his openness on the subject. Two weeks since Nick had run
out of his home. Two weeks since his friend had spoken to him. Two
weeks since Nick had even looked in his direction. Two weeks morning
the loss of something he never had. Two weeks of misery.

Now,
he was knocking on his friend's door, determined to make things right
between them.

"Greg," Nick squeaked when he opened
the door, eyes wide with surprise. "What are you doing here?"
he asked.

Nick was frozen to the spot. Since Greg had told him
about his fantasy, it was all Nick could think about. He'd been drawn
to the lab-rat turned CSI for years. He had always felt a need to be
near the young man, to hear his voice, to reach out and make contact
with him. He'd never understood why, until Greg told him about his
fantasy involving his man-crush. The realization hit Nick like a
bucket of ice water, dousing him. Those things Greg was saying, he
wanted all of that. He wanted to touch, to kiss, to taste Greg. His
first reaction was panic, and he ran from Greg's apartment. He had
never been attracted to another man before, and to be hit so suddenly
and forcefully with those images Greg had been painting... Yeah, he
freaked, thanking the stars he had the next night off so he could get
royally drunk.

While in his inebriated state, Nick decided he
was going to prove to himself that he was not attracted to other men.
He logged onto the internet, and searched for gay porn. He spent the
next hour watching video clips and looking at photos of naked men.
Nothing. Not even a twinge of what he had felt hearing Greg's words.
He nearly had himself convinced that it was just a fluke, that his
reaction was just a one time occurrence due to shock or surprise
or...something. Then he found a video featuring a young blond with
spiky hair who was being fucked hard by a slightly older brunet. Nick
sat frozen, all of his attention on the two men fucking on his
monitor. His breathing quickened, and pinpricks of sweat broke out on
his skin. The blond looked into the camera, his large brown eyes
seemed to draw Nick in. Nick's cock hardened quickly, almost
painfully with the speed of it. He was soon harder than he could ever
remember being while he watched the brunet pounding into the ass of
the blond; the blond's eyes were dilated and glazed in lust, seeming
to stare into his very soul. Without conscience thought, Nick freed
himself from his jeans and began jerking himself in time with the
thrusts of the brunet on the screen. A few moments later Nick was
gasping Greg's name while he came so hard his vision whited
out.

With a new day, and sobriety, Nick had a realization. He
wasn't attracted to other men. He was attracted to Greg.
He realized that if Greg had been female, Nick would have at least
asked him out years ago. Greg was smart, had a great sense of humor,
was easy going, and fun to be around. He wasn't blind either, he knew
Greg was extremely attractive as well. And he loved the way the
younger man's face could light up a room when he smiled. In short,
Greg was everything Nick wanted in the person he wanted to spend his
life with. Only, Greg was a guy. If his reactions of the night before
were any indication, apparently his body didn't have a problem with
that detail, even if his mind was still playing catch-up.

Nick
then started mentally replaying all they had seen and been through
over the years. The times one of them had been hurt or nearly died
stood out in his mind, and Nick realized he didn't want to loose
Greg. He didn't know what he would do if something happened to the
young man. After all they had been through, could he really pass the
chance to be with someone who fit everything Nick wanted in a
partner? The packaging was different from what he had always
imagined, but how much did that really matter? Like Greg had said,
life was just to short and unpredictable; why should he pass up his
dreams just because of a technicality.

Armed with his new
inner knowledge, Nick set out to win Greg over, when reality came
crashing down around him. Greg had said that a man would have to be
special for him to be with them. Nick had no idea what Greg felt
about him, if anything at all. There was no way Nick would ever
consider himself special. No way to know if Greg would even consider
trying...something with him. And Greg already had a crush on another
man. He had this entire fantasy about the guy he had his man-crush
on. The fantasy that had played out in Nick's mind dozens of times
since hearing it, with him and Greg being the stars. No sooner had he
realized what he wanted, than it seemed to be taken from him, before
he even had a chance.

So, Nick avoided Greg. He put all of his
energy into tempering his unfounded feelings of loss. And he watched
Greg, trying to find any indication whether his crush was one of
their colleagues. Greg gave no signs of paying more attention to any
one person more than anyone else. So, Nick was lost, not knowing who
it was that had starred in Greg's fantasy; not knowing what he would
have to compete against if he ever wanted to be with the young man.
Every time Greg looked at him, his expression full of hurt and
regret, Nick's own feelings of the same would rise inside of
him...and he'd run. Now it had been two weeks. Two weeks of not
hearing Greg's voice. Two weeks of not being able to enjoy casual
touches. Two weeks of questions, and maybes and what ifs.
Two weeks of
misery.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Greg's
voice brought Nick back to the present. "Uh, you gonna let me
in? Please. I really want to talk to you."

Nick nodded
dumbly, unable to register that Greg was here. Greg was at his home,
and wanted to talk. Nick took a few steps back allowing Greg to enter
and shut the door behind him.

"Look, Nicky, about what I
told you. I'm sorry. I never should have told you all of that. It's
just, you asked, and I kinda lost myself a little when I started
telling you about it. I said way more than I should have and I made
you uncomfortable. I'm really sorry. Can't we just forget about it. I
don't want to loose your friendship over something like this,"
Greg babbled out in one breath.

Nick's focus was locked on the
younger man's moving lips. His eyes never left Greg's mouth during
his entire speech. Greg was here, only inches from him. He could feel
the heat coming from the other man's body. He was so focused that he
never noticed that he had moved into Greg's personal space, and now
had the blond pinned to his door with his body. "Who is it?"
he asked quietly.

"Huh?" Greg asked, nervous, not
knowing what Nick was up to.

"Your crush, who is it?"
he asked again, eyes still focused on Greg's mouth. He had to know.
Had to know who stood between him, and the person he wanted to try to
possibly build a life with.

Greg's breath hitched for a
moment, causing him to pant slightly. Giving a defeated sigh, he
barely whispered, "You."

"Oh thank god,"
Nick breathed before leaning in to capture Greg's mouth with his own.
They could talk later. Right now he was to relieved to have Greg
here; to be the one Greg fantasied about. Most of all, to finally be
able to kiss the man that had so abruptly and thoroughly become the
center of all of his thoughts, dreams, and plans for the
future.

Greg stood frozen for a second, completely caught off
guard by Nick's actions. Instinct soon kicked in however, and he was
returning the kiss. The feeling was amazing. Nick's lips were soft
and firm against his own; so much better than he had ever imagined.
It was gentle, yet so much rougher than any kiss he had ever had with
a woman. He loved it, revealing in the feel of the other's mouth
moving against his.

Nick moved one hand to cup the back of
Greg's head, tangling his fingers in the soft locks to hold the man
in place. The other went around his waist, drawing the younger man
closer. Greg responded by wrapping both his arms around the other
man's neck. Nick's tongue came out, gently lapping along the seam of
the other man's mouth, begging entrance. Greg opened his mouth
immediately, desperate for the first taste of the man he had dreamed
of for years.

Both men groaned at the first taste of the
other. Greg was coffee, vanilla and sunshine, the taste exploding
across Nick's senses. No amount of fantasy, could have ever come
close to this. It was like nothing Nick had ever experienced before,
and he knew from just this, it was something he would never be able
to live without now that he had.

Greg was lost in the
sensation of having Nick's firm body pressed against his. The warm,
soft tongue was invading every part of him, not just his mouth. Nick
tasted surprisingly of chocolate and mint, and not so surprisingly of
something deeper, darker...something earthy and wild. Greg shivered
as the invading tongue continued to duel with his, mapping every part
of his mouth, like someone's life depended on the knowledge. If just
kissing Nick made him feel like this.....Greg knew he was lost years
ago, but until now never really knew just how lost he could become in
the man holding him.

The kiss was hot, slow, deep and
sensual; speaking of thoughts and feeling never adequately expressed
with words. Questions were asked and assurances made with a
bone-melting caress of lips and tongues. Hands began moving over hard
bodies. Greg's hands sliding down Nick's sides, to slip under the
loose t-shirt the other was wearing. He groaned mentally at the feel
of the hard, muscled back under his hands as he explored the newly
discovered expanse of bare skin.

Nick tugged the shirt from
Greg's jeans. He ran his hands up the other man's stomach, marveling
at the feel of the toned abs as he mapped them with his fingers. Not
as defined as his own, but still showed how much care Greg took with
his body. His hands continued upwards caressing and teasing Greg's
chest. When his thumb brushed over a nipple, Greg made an audible
moan, and Nick could feel a shiver go through the body he was
exploring. Smiling to himself, Nick continued to tease the nipple,
alternating between gentle pinches and light brushes before moving on
to pay equal attention to the other. He was amazed by how responsive
Greg was, making soft moans and encouraging grunts while leaning into
the touch. Nick was also surprised that the lack of soft, full female
breasts didn't bother him. In fact, the opposite was true, he loved
the feeling of the hard flat chest and hard tight nipples under his
hands. He knew it was because it was Greg he was touching like
this.

Nick felt Greg's hands move down to grasp and knead his
ass through the sweat pants he was wearing. Nick responded without
thinking, moving his hands to Greg's hips, pulling the other man
tight against his own pelvis. They both gasped and broke the kiss
when their straining erections brushed against each other. They bowed
their heads touching foreheads, neither willing to release the hold
they had on the other. Their chests heaved as they drew in ragged
gasps, trying to fill their lungs with much needed air.

"Nicky?"
Greg asked once he was able, forehead still touching Nick's. "What
was that? Not that I'm complaining, cause that was...god...beyond
amazing. But, you ran out and you've been avoiding me for the last
two weeks."

Nick tightened his grip on Greg's hips to
make sure he couldn't pull away. The action caused their cocks to rub
against each other again. Both men let out another groan, full of
lust and excitement. Nick couldn't stop his hips from continuing to
rock, creating more delicious teasing friction.

"What you
said," he began, intense, honest brown eyes locked onto hopeful,
questioning brown eyes. "It freaked me out. Not you having a
fantasy that involved another man. I freaked because I wanted
all of those things. I wanted to be the one in your fantasy that you
were kissing, touching....tasting."

Nick dipped his head,
licking and nibbling along Greg's jaw, down the long column of
exposed neck, and back up to gently nibble and suckle the earlobe.
The entire time keeping a slow, steady rocking of his hips.

"Oh
god," Greg moaned, beginning to lightly pant. "Then
why...why did you...mmm...ignore me for....ahhh....the last two
weeks? Why now...mmm...ahhh...after all of these years?" he
gasped out between moans and sighs of pleasure.

"Always
wanted to be near you, hear you, touch you," Nick said, ghosting
butterfly kisses across Greg's cheeks and nose. "Didn't
understand it really, or put much thought into it. Then, I realized,
you're everything I've ever wanted for a long term relationship, that
I had never found. Guess I was just looking at the wrong packaging."
He brought his forehead back to rest against Greg's, locking eyes
with him once again and stilling his hips. "I realized what I
wanted. I wanted to see where we could take things. Then I remembered
you already had a crush on a guy. I had no idea who it was. Never
once thought it could be me. You said he would have to be special,
and I'm not."

"Yes you are Nicky," Greg brushed
their lips together in a gentle caress. "You've been special to
me for years. Why'd you ignore me instead of talking to me? I was
miserable. I thought I had totally screwed our friendship up."

"I
was miserable too," Nick whispered. "The thought that you
wanted someone else was like a punch to the gut; knocking all the air
out of me. I watched you, trying to figure out if it was someone we
work with. I wanted to know who I would have to compete against to
try to win you over. Then you would look at me with those beautiful
sad eyes, and it was like getting punched all over again."

"No
competition. It's always been you," Greg rasped, his eyes bright
with unshed tears. "I wish you had told me. If you had
just...."

Nick swooped in, silencing Greg with a deep,
toe-curling kiss as he began rocking his hips once again. "No
ifs, G. No maybes, no could haves. We're here
now, and that's what matters. I want you Greggo. I want to see what
can happen between us. Will you give this...give me a chance?"

Greg
nodded. He whimpered as the steady rocking of Nick's cock against his
own made him grow impossibly hard, his normally loose jeans becoming
nearly unbearable. "Wanted this for so long," he moaned
before initiating the kiss this time.

"You're off tonight
too, right?" Nick asked, panting heavily when the kiss ended.
Greg could only nod, still trying to catch his breath. "Stay
here tonight. Please."

Greg smirked wickedly. Passion and
playfulness making his eyes dance. "I'd thought you'd want to
take things slower Nicky. In that much of a hurry to get a piece of
my ass?" his voice was a husky whisper.

"Seven
years, G. I've had these feelings for seven years, granted I didn't
know I had them, doesn't change the fact that it took that long for
us to get here. I'm not going to miss another opportunity, another
moment to be with you. We don't have to do anything. I just want you
here, with me. To wake up holding you."

"I...I would
really like that," Greg's voice cracked, thick with
emotion.

Nick placed one more lingering kiss before taking
Greg's hand and leading the way to the
bedroom.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Once
in the bedroom all of Greg's nervousness disappeared. He immediately
closed the distance between them. His arms wrapped unerringly around
Nick's shoulders, his lips meeting willing, eager lips. The kiss
began slow and tender, but quickly increased in intensity. Knowing
how the other felt, knowing they were wanted, ignited a flame that
quickly consumed them.
The kiss became hotter, more demanding,
with an urgency that couldn't be denied.

Once cautious hands
now roamed freely, hungrily over hard bodies. Nick tugged impatiently
at the shirt stopping his exploration. "Off. Need to feel you
against me."

Once the offending garment was removed, Nick
didn't miss a beat to remove his loose t-shirt as well. Nick sucked
in a breath, taking in the hairless chest revealed for him. His
exploration began with his eyes, then his hands and fingers, followed
quickly by lips, tongue and teeth. Nick made a path down one side,
nipping the skin then lovingly kissing and laving the tiny hurt. When
he reached the first nipple, he teasingly circled it with his tongue,
causing it to draw up into a hard nub.

Greg released a
pleasure-filled sigh and tangled his fingers in Nick's hair, holding
his head in place. Pleasure began to cloud all Greg's thoughts when
Nick moved to pay equal attention to his other nipple. Unfortunately,
before he could become completely lost in feeling, common sense
returned. He gently tugged Nick up to face him. "Are you sure
about this? Last time we talked you couldn't see the appeal. What
made you change your mind?"

"You," Nick panted.
Greg smile, but shook his head. "Yes, I'm sure. I've had two
weeks to find the appeal." Greg quirked an eyebrow, Nick sighed.
"That night you told me, I freaked. Came home and got drunk.
Decided I'd prove I didn't want other men, and surfed for gay
porn."

"I take it you like what you found then?"
Greg snickered.

"Nope," Nick smiled shaking his
head. Greg's eyes widened in surprise. "Not until I found this
video with this spiky haired blond and an older brunet. Made me
realize I didn't want other men, just you."

Greg's
surprised reaction turned into a gleefully wicked smirked. "The
one where the blond is on his hands and knees and the brunet has his
hands on his shoulders; using the leverage to fuck him
harder...deeper?" he asked in a deep husky whisper. Nick
swallowed hard and started panting. "Is that what you want
Nicky? You want to fuck me hard? Want to get your hard cock buried as
deeply into me as you can?" Greg squeezed the straining erection
tenting the front of Nick's sweat pants.

"Oh god,"
Nick gasped, thrusting into the hand gripping him. "Yes.
That's...that's what I want. Please," he managed to answer
between harsh breaths. His eyes had glazed over and his pupils were
so dilated his eyes looked completely black.

A wolfish grin
broke across Greg's face. He smoothly folded himself to his knees
before Nick could stop his movement. He nuzzled his face against the
straining erection, while his hands moved to the waistband of Nick's
pants. Greg looked up into Nick's eyes silently asking for
permission; he received a quick nod of assent. He mouthed the hard
cock through the fabric as he slowly tugged down material. He broke
contact to free the organ from its confines, and helped Nick to step
out of the pants once they were pooling at his ankles.

When
Greg's gaze left the floor, he was treated to the sight of a fully
naked and achingly aroused Nick. His breath hitched taking in the
sight before him. Muscular chest, defined abs, lean hips, and hard
thighs. Hard cock standing proudly, glistening with pre-cum. Greg ran
his hands from Nick's knees, around, up, and behind the hard thighs
to just below taut buttocks. He leaned in; feather-light kisses
teasing inner thighs as he moved towards his goal. Common sense
reasserted itself again causing him to pause.

"Nicky?"

Nick looked into the questioning eyes and immediately knew
what Greg was asking. Nick coughed, trying to get his voice to
work.

"Just did the bi-annual test for work. I'm clean,"
He croaked out.

"Yeah, me too," Greg nodded, then
his focus was back to its goal. He licked his lips in anticipation.
He leaned in, inhaling Nick's musky scent, committing it to memory.
His tongue snaked out, and he ran it slowly up the hardened length
from root to tip, following the vein he could feel pulsing. He
swirled his tongue around he head, then dipped into the slit, anxious
for this first true taste of his...lover. He moaned as the flavor
invaded his mouth. It was slightly bitter, but purely Nick. His cock
twitched, getting impossibly harder in response to the
taste.

"Greg," Nick moaned as a hot mouth closed
around the head of his cock. His eyes rolled up at the feel of the
tentative tongue swirling and lapping at him. When the mouth started
to move on him, sucking and teasing with tongue, he thought his knees
were going to buckle. He would have collapsed if Greg hadn't grasped
his hips to keep him in place. This was like nothing he'd ever felt;
so much better than any blow job he had ever received. His breathing
quickened and he couldn't prevent the moans of pleasure from escaping
him.

"Feels so good, G....Don't stop....You're so
amazing....ahh yeah...like that..."

Greg quickly realized
that wanting to do this to Nick was quite different than actually
doing it. For all of his desire, he wasn't sure what he should be
doing, so decided to do what he liked. Sucking on the head, teasing
the slit and vein with his tongue, light scraping of his teeth, while
moving his mouth along the length. He couldn't take it all and would
have used his hand, but his hands were busy keeping the
unconscionably pumping hips from choking him. From the sounds coming
from Nick, however, he was doing something right. The sudden rush of
power he felt and the trust Nick was showing was heady. He had Nick
in his mouth, the most delicate part of Nick's body. Nick trusted him
not to hurt him, and it was Greg's actions...his mouth pulling those
sounds from Nick. All to soon he felt Nick trying to pull him
away.

"G, you gotta stop. Too much...too close,"
Nick panted.

Greg pulled his mouth away long enough to say,
"Want this. We've got all night, this is just the beginning."
Then he was on Nick again. His mouth sucking harder and moving
faster.

Nick could only moan in pleasure as the pressure
increased on his aching cock. He was lost in the sensations and sight
of Greg sucking on him. Those pink lips stretched around him, his
cock moving in and out of that hot, wet mouth, was the most erotic
sight he had ever seen. He could feel the familiar tingling in his
spine and groin; feel his balls drawing up close to his body. He was
so close, then Greg opened his eyes and looked directly into Nick's.
"Oh fuck, Greg." That was all it took to send Nick over the
edge to a shattering climax.

Greg was only marginally
surprised when his mouth was flooded with Nick's warm seed. The taste
was stronger than the pre-cum, but so purely Nick that he had to
savor it. Greg continued to suckle until Nick was spent, before
releasing the softening organ. He grabbed a discarded shirt to wipe
his face of what had escaped his mouth before standing again.

As
soon as Greg was on his feet Nick was pulling him in for a kiss, his
hands working to rid Greg of the remainder of his clothing, while
Nick moved them towards the bed. He belatedly realized that tasting
himself in Greg's mouth was one of the most intriguing flavors he had
ever experienced, not at all repulsive like he had been fearing. His
tongue sought out every crevice, delighting in their combined
flavors.

"That was...I can't...it's never...," Nick
managed, as he shoved Greg's pants off his hips.

"It was
pretty amazing from my end too," Greg smiled coyly, laying back
on the bed when Nick gently pushed him down. Nick pulled his pants
off his legs. Greg arranged himself on the pillows while Nick
continued to stand and stare at him. "What?" he asked,
suddenly nervous.

Nick licked his lips. "I never thought
I would find another man's body beautiful," he got into bed,
straddling Greg's hips. "You on my bed, clearly wanting me,"
he touched Greg's cock for the first time, giving it a gentle
squeeze. "Waiting for me," starting a steady pumping of the
silky steel in his hand. "Its the most magnificent thing I've
ever seen," he leaned down to claim the slightly parted lips,
continuing his ministrations of the cock he was holding.

Greg
gasped, opening himself for Nick, as he began to writhe under the
older man. Nick's words caused Greg's heart to skip a beat. He had
wanted this for so long, to hear words like that from Nick. Now that
he was hearing them, combined with Nick caressing his flesh, he felt
like he was on fire. His skin was too, too tight. Everywhere that
Nick's body touched his was like an inferno, intensely consuming. His
blood was racing through his body, his pulse echoing in his ears. He
was beyond coherent thought, all he could do was feel.

Nick
exulted in the dazed, blissed out expression of Greg. Knowing that he
was the reason for that expression sent a surge of possessive hunger
through him. He wanted to be the only one to ever put that look on
the young man's face. He wanted to be the only one to ever pull those
erotic moans and whimpers from the body under him. Miraculously he
felt his recently spent flesh begging to stir at his possessive
thoughts. He trailed hot, open kisses along Greg's neck and collar;
determined to learn his new territory. Greg was his, and he would do
everything in his power to hold on to him. Having Greg made something
inside of Nick settle and fall into place.

His chest was being
claimed by an hungry wet tongue, and Greg had no doubt that his body
was being claimed. He reveled in the knowledge, completely
surrendering himself. His nipples were teased; circled with a tongue,
nipped by blunt teeth, and suckled by warm lips. His hands clenched
and unclenched in the sheets while his body arched into the touch,
trying to get impossibly closer. When his nipples were so sensitive
they were almost painful, the mouth moved on. A burning path was
laved over his ribs, and the definition of his abs traced with the
tip of a tongue. He was trembling with need when the tongue dipped in
and out of his navel, causing him to arch his back off the bed.

Nick
chuckled wickedly, shamelessly delighting in the reactions he was
eliciting from Greg's body. He continued to dip his tongue into the
small indention, mock fucking it in the way he longed to feel Greg.
He moved on in his exploration, bypassing Greg's weeping cock. He
kissed and licked a path from knee to thigh, then repeated the
process to the other side, only then did he nuzzle Greg's crotch. He
inhaled deeply, pulling Greg's scent into him. At that moment, he
wanted nothing more than to add his own, to cover Greg in his scent.
He returned his grip to the hot cock, setting a maddening pace. He
tongued the tightening balls, sucking them into his mouth, completely
lost in the need to possess the body writhing for him, because of
him.

"Nicky...please," Greg managed to pant between
heaving gasps for air.

"What do you want, G?" Nick
asked, his voice deeper, more raw than he had ever heard it. He had
to hear the words. He had to hear how desperate Greg was for his
touch.

"I need...need to come...." Greg rasped
out.

"You want to come for me, Greg? Want me to make you
come?"

"Please...can't take...anymore...too
much...I...I have to come."

In response Nick tightened
his hold on Greg's cock, his hand moving faster. Greg keened, raising
his hips to thrust himself into the fingers holding him. Nick was
captivated by the sight of the cock moving in his fist, pre-cum
leaking steadily from the tip. Nick's mouth went dry, suddenly having
an overwhelming urge to taste the glistening fluid. He leaned forward
and let his tongue glide over the cock as it move, collecting the
precious fluid in his mouth.

The unexpected feel of Nick's
tongue lapping at him was enough to short out Greg's senses. He came
with a wail of Nick's name, shooting ropes of come over his stomach
and chest and Nick's fist. Curious, Nick slipped one of his fingers
into his mouth, cleaning the digit of the sticky come. A low groan
had him looking into Greg's eyes.

"That is so hot,"
Greg managed, once his breathing returned closer to normal.

Nick
grinned, pulling the finger from his mouth with a pop. "You
taste good, and you're pretty damn hot yourself." He climbed off
the bed, and could feel Greg's eyes tracking his every move until he
returned to the bed with a wet cloth; which he used to gently cleanse
Greg. His task finished, he tossed the cloth to the floor and kissed
his way back up Greg's body; stopping when he reached Greg's mouth
and placed himself half on top of the slighter
man.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Mmmm....don't
think I can move," Greg mumbled between kisses.

"Good,
cause I don't think I'll ever be able to let you go now," Nick
answered.

"Are you sure you're really okay with this?
It's awfully sudden for you. I came to terms with wanting a man years
ago, this is all new for you."

"Not that sudden, and
I spent the last two weeks only thinking about it, about you. You
were right, life is too short. You have all the qualities I have ever
wanted in a partner, and you're already one of the most important
people in my life. I would be a fool to limit myself and pass this
up. Am I sure about this?" Nick rubbed his reawakened cock in
the crevasse of Greg's pelvis until he pulled a wanton moan from the
kiss-bruised lips. "I want you Greg. I want to see where this
will go. I want to take this chance. I think...I know it will
be the best decision of my life."

"Want you too,
Nicky. Wanted you...wanted this chance for so long." He pulled
Nick's face to his, sealing his their mouths together. The kiss
lasted until they had to pull apart for air. "I want to feel
you. Feel you inside of me, a part of me."

Nick groaned
in agreement. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea." Nick
rolled over to the beside table and pulled a tube of lubricant and
condom from the drawer.

Greg quirked an eyebrow. "Was
that one video the only thing you found on the net?"

"I
might have done some research, watched that video more than once,"
Nick smirked. "You know, just in case."

"Of
course," Greg agreed, moving to claim another kiss, letting his
hands explore Nick.

Nick moaned into the kiss, shifting them
to their sides so he would have access to Greg's body. With one hand
he flipped the tube open and squeezed a generous amount of lube onto
his fingers. He kissed and stroked Greg with his free hand, rocked
his hips so their cocks would slide together, while he teased the
tiny opening, waiting for Greg to relax.

When he felt the hole
flutter he carefully eased the first finger half way in. He
distracted Greg by suckling on an earlobe. Once the tight ring
relaxed, he pushed in the rest of his finger. "You okay?"
he asked, moving the finger slowly.

"Yeah, I've done some
experimenting, remember. I'm good." To prove his point, Greg
thrust back on the invading digit.

Nick relaxed, reassured by
Greg's words and the reminder that he had done something like this
before. The movement of his hand became more confident, moving with a
purpose. He sought out small nub he knew was there. Greg's moan and
shiver told him he had found his mark. He added a second finger,
starting to scissor and stretch the silky channel, making sure to hit
Greg's prostate every few seconds.

"Oh god," Greg
panted. "Never feels this good when I do it myself."

"Glad
to know I'm doing this right."

"You're perfect.
More...I'm ready for more," Greg insisted, moving himself on the
fingers inside of him. A third finger entered him and Greg whimpered
at the sensation. "So good. Want you. Now. Please Nicky."

"Are
you sure?" Nick asked, stilling his motions. Greg's nod had him
removing his fingers and reaching for the condom. A hand on his wrist
stopped him.

"I know there's a risk. But just this time,
this first time, I only want to feel you. We're both clean.
Just this once, please Nicky." Greg asked
hesitantly.

"Yeah...yeah we can do that."

That
brilliant smile lit up Greg's face. "How do you want me?"
he whispered. Nick choked trying to answer. "Want me on my
back...or do you want me on my knees like in the video?" Greg
watched Nick's eyes darken at that suggestion. "Ahh," he
giggled rolling to his stomach and lifting himself onto his hands and
knees. Nick stared, not moving. "Come on Nicky, I want to feel
you."

Greg's words broke Nick out of his lust-filled
haze, and prompted him to move. Grabbing the lube he quickly squeezed
out more and covered his aching cock. He moved behind Greg, pausing
when he took in the scarred back. He had never seen Greg's back after
the explosion. Ashamedly he realized he had never even thought about
the permanent effects the incident would have on Greg. Without a word
he leaned over Greg's back, tenderly and lovingly kissing each of the
old hurts.

Tears began to sting Greg's eyes. None of the
people he had been with since the explosion, not that there were
many, would even touch his scars. Now Nick was showing such
tenderness, acknowledging what had happened to him. The care Nick was
showing for him broke through the wall of emotion he had been keeping
tightly in check, allowing a sob to break free.

Nick stopped.
"Greggo? Baby, everything alright?"

The small
endearment let the tears start to flow. "It's perfect. Please
Nicky. I need you now. Need you in me kjæreste."
Greg's voice was thick and husky as he moved back towards Nick to
show his readiness.

Nick took hold of Greg's hips to steady
him as he pressed forward. The blunt head of his cock pressed against
the tight ring of muscle until it opened for him and he slipped in.
He paused to allow Greg to adjust.

"More," Greg
gasped, pushing back.

Nick pushed slowly forward, watching
himself disappear inch by inch into Greg's body. When he was fully
enclosed in Greg's heat he stopped, biting the inside of his cheek to
pull himself back from the edge. Greg's clenching muscles made him
even harder. He bit his cheek harder.

"Oh my god,"
Greg moaned. "I can feel you getting harder inside of me. Move.
Please. Need you to move," he begged.

"You're so
hot...so tight. Never felt anything this good. I'm not going to last
long baby," Nick said, starting a shallow thrusting. He paused
and changed his angle until Greg let out a loud moan and clamped down
on him.

"More. Need more....need to really feel you. You
won't hurt me," Greg panted, pushing back to meet Nick.

He
sped up, making sure to hit Greg's prostate on every stroke, his
fingers digging hard enough into Greg's hips to leave bruises.
Knowing Greg would have marks on his body in the morning, his marks,
brought a groan from Nick making him move harder and faster.

Greg
was on sensory overload. He had never felt so full, so complete.
Nick's hard cock moving inside of him, hitting his prostate, was
sending white-hot waves of pleasure through his body. He couldn't
think or speak. All he knew was he needed more...more of
something...and he hoped Nick understood from the sounds he was
making.

The moans and whimpers coming from Greg were making
Nick even more turned on, pushing him closer to the edge. He needed
more. More skin, more of those sounds he was making...more of Greg.
He reached up to grab Greg's shoulders. When he had a firm hold, he
pulled Greg up as he leaned back on his own knees. Pulling Greg's
back flush with his chest.

Greg was surprised when Nick pulled
him up, instead of using his shoulders for leverage like he expected.
The new position had him straddling Nick's thighs, pushing Nick
impossibly deeper into him. He whimpered. This was what he had
needed. More contact, more Nick; and Nick had known.

Nick was
kissing along his shoulders, stopping to pay attention to the burn
scar on the side of his neck. Nick's arms wrapped around his waist,
just holding him, neither of them moving. He had never felt so
special, so cherished.

"Never want this to end, baby,"
Nick husked. "You feel like you were made for me, so beautiful,
so perfect. You're all hot and tight, but so soft and silky inside. I
don't think I can ever get enough of you."

"Ditto,"
Greg whispered. "I'm so stretched, so full. I love the way you
feel inside of me. I can feel your pulse through your cock. It's
amazing."
Greg turned his head to steal a kiss. "I'm so
close, touch me please. Move please. I want to feel you coming in
me...to know that I did that to you. Please kjæreste."

"Oh
god baby." Nick started thrusting again, moving a hand from
Greg's waist to stroke his cock. "Never been this hard for
anyone. Never wanted anyone so much." His stroking of Greg's
cock became faster, tighter. His hips pumping erratically into the
tight heat of Greg's ass.

"Oh god...love you Nicky,"
Greg wailed as his cock erupted with milky spurts of come.

Greg's
already tight channel spasmed and clamped down on Nick, causing his
own climax as well. Nick bit down hard enough on Greg's shoulder to
bruise...leaving another mark...his mark. When his orgasm subsided,
he wrapped his arms securely around Greg's waist and let them fall to
their sided, his softening cock still inside Greg.

"You
love me?" Nick asked when his breathing returned to
normal.

"Ummm..." Greg hesitated. "It was the
heat of the...."

Nick placed his index finger on Greg's
lips to stop his words. "I already loved you as a friend, baby.
I want this...want you. I can't imagine a life without you, whether
we're together or not. I want you as more than a friend. As ready as
I am for this...its still new. But, its only a matter of time before
I can say the words. Anytime I think of the future, you're there,
baby. You always were. Only now you're with me in every way,
not just as a friend. You're the only one that's always been
there when I thought of the future. Guess I should have gotten a clue
sooner. Don't be ashamed of telling me how you feel. I want to know.
The love...my love is already there, but its been denied so long...it
needs time to grow."

Greg turned slowly, whimpering at
the empty feeling left when Nick's soft cock slid out of him. He
cupped Nick's face, his thumb stroking a cheekbone. His eyes locked
with Nick's. "I love you Nicholas Stokes. I've been in love with
you for years. Never thought I would have you...have this chance. You
could have anyone, male or female, that you wanted. Part of why I
love you, you have no clue how handsome...how desirable...you are.
You were the first one to pay attention to me when I came to the lab.
The first one to offer friendship, not just a tolerating working
arrangement."

"G...baby...everyone at the lab loves
you...we're all your friend," Nick protested.

"Yeah.
But that came with time...you were the first. That doesn't matter,
though. I fell in love with you the first time you smiled at me.
Scared the shit outta me. Thought I was straight....knew you were.
Then decided I'd never pass up the chance...but you're friendship
meant to much to risk. Thought for sure I had ruined it when I told
you about the crush, even though you didn't know it was
you."

"Didn't ruin anything baby. Just made me
realize what I'd know subconsciously all along. What you said
earlier...what does it mean?"

"Kjæreste?
Umm...Sweetheart, kinda...."

"Kinda??? I like it.
Like hearing you call me that. What does it mean?"

"Umm...love."
Greg finally told him.

"Give me time baby. Promise, G.
All I need is a little time to wrap my brain around you being here."
Nick placed a gentle kiss on Greg's mouth. "For now though...we
need sleep. And if we wake up before work..........."

"I
love the way your mind works, Nicky," Greg smirked, secure in
Nick's feeling for him. "Umm...will I ever get a chance
to..."

"G, Greggo, Baby...it's only fair I take one
for the team. And if your reaction is anything to go by......."
Nick trailed off as he pulled the comforter over them.

"I
love the way you think Stokes," Greg quipped as he laid his head
on Nick's chest...cuddling as close as
possible.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

TWO
MONTHS LATER

"Are you sure about this?" Greg asked
as he and Nick entered the break room.

"Of course I am
baby," Nick whispered. "Never wanted to keep us a
secret...just didn't want to say anything until it was permanent."

Greg nodded and took a seat beside Nick. The rest of the team
filed into the room over the next few minutes, awaiting the nights
assignments.

"Alright, Cath you got an apparent suicide
at The Rampart...Sara and Warrick...419 in Henderson...Nick
and Greg...double DB at the The Palms. I have a month of
paperwork due tomorrow," Grissom declared, rising from the
table.

"Umm...Griss, before you go," Greg started
before anyone moved.

"Yes Greg?" Grissom prompted,
arching a questioning eyebrow.

"Uh...yeah...I need a
change of address form?"

"May I ask where you are
moving?" Grissom asked politely.

"I'm going to live
with Nick," Greg fidgeted.

"Why?" Catherine
asked.

"Because we're together and love each other,"
Nick answered, grabbing the clasping hands to hold in his own.

"HA!"
Sara exclaimed. "Who won?"

"Bobby,"
Warrick said, flipping through a notebook he always carried. "No
one had this month claimed, and he did a cheap bet of when they
moved in together."

"How much did he win?"
Grissom asked.

"What's going on?" Nick asked. "You
were betting on us? How long?"

"Hell yeah. For the
last six and a half years," Warrick smirked. "Fifty bucks
every six months to place a new bet. Between the CSIs and techs Bobby
just won nearly eight large. $7,800 to be exact. He never set a
date...month when you would tell us...only that we would find out
when you moved in together. That's always been his bet, even knowing
he may have to split it with someone."

Nick's grin split
across his face. "Well, I guess it is only fitting he wins. It's
his fault after all. Never would have realized the love of my life
without him."

"Love you too, Kjæreste,"
Greg said, stealing a quick kiss. The rest of the CSIs exploded with
questions as Nick and Greg smiled goofily at each other.
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